Chapter 76 He Cong, what you mentioned are all good.

Shang Youqing was unusually obedient. He lay on He Cong's chest with his cheek pressed against his. He could clearly hear his strong heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster. He was not as calm and peaceful as he appeared on the surface. Instead, he felt a kind of indescribable nervousness.

Shang Youqing tried to close her eyes, but she still felt that his heartbeat was too loud, thumping and buzzing in her ears.

So she simply reached out her hand and slipped it into the edge of his tightly gathered robe.

Without any rules or instructions, he simply pulled the robe down, and the already loose robe immediately spread out to both sides of his chest, revealing his well-proportioned chest and abdomen.

He Cong originally had a tense look on his face, waiting for Shang Youqing, who was tightly held in his arms, to say something to him.

But before he could get an answer, Shang Youqing's head nudged against his chest, and then his pajamas were suddenly torn off.

He Cong hummed softly. His first reaction was still a little worried. He lowered his head and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Shang Youqing peeled off most of his robe and groped his chest for a long time. Finally, he pressed his soft fingertips against it, almost unable to suppress his excitement. "I found it. I just remember there was a mole here."

He Cong's eyes suddenly darkened.

"...Shang Youqing, did you not hear a single word I just said? You spent so much time thinking about it and you figured out..."

Before He Cong finished speaking, his hot breath stagnated and his hand on her thin waist tightened slightly.

Shang Youqing rested his hands on his chest and was licking the light red mole.

He Cong lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes with restraint, and looked at Shang Youqing's black hair scattered around his chest, his vision slightly shaken.

In just a moment, not only was He Cong's breathing disordered, but his whole body was also surging with chaotic heat. However, even at this time, he was still able to seize the opportunity and used his hand to block Shang Youqing's lips that he was about to kiss.

Then, she narrowed her red eyes and asked in a low voice, "You like this, don't you?"

His fingers slowly stroked her lips, and he continued to seduce her one sentence at a time, "First, you agree to what I just said, and then you can kiss me however you want, and play with me however you want, I will do whatever you want, okay Shang Youqing?"

Shang Youqing looked at him for a moment in fascination, then suddenly lowered her eyes softly and took his fingers away.

She leaned back into his chest again, her hands resting on his warm, healthy, wheat-colored skin. She closed her eyes and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "He Cong, what you mentioned is all very good."

He Cong vaguely sensed what Shang Youqing was about to say, and asked coldly, "But?"

Shang Youqing was guessing what was going on. She could imagine how ugly that human's face was without even looking up. Even though she had made the human so angry, she still had the nerve to chuckle, "But—"

Adhering to the principle that if you don't hear it, it doesn't count as a rejection, He Cong interrupted her expressionlessly: "Okay, Shang Youqing, you'd better stop talking. I'm very sleepy now. Don't disturb my sleep."

After saying that, he grabbed Shang Youqing's waist and rocked it towards his waist and abdomen, then lay down with the body completely under his control in his arms.

Shang Youqing lay motionless in his arms for a long, long time, until she was sure that the man holding her had fallen asleep, then she let out a barely perceptible sigh.

She slowly put her arms around his broad shoulders, and patted him gently twice as if to comfort He Cong.

In the middle of the night, Shang Youqing was awakened by the heat from the abnormally high fever of the body that was hugging him.

She opened her eyes, and with the dim light of the table lamp, she sat up from He Cong's arms, frowning slightly as she pushed aside He Cong's nightgown, which had already been wrinkled by her.

Seeing the familiar feather burn mark on He Cong's heart, her face suddenly became solemn, and she realized something belatedly -

There was a backlash in her body from time to time, and her spiritual energy was weak and could not be completely suppressed, so the backlash directly burned He Cong, who had held her tightly in his arms all night.

It was also because she was careless. Once she was seduced by He Cong's body, she was so obsessed with it that she lost track of the world... She even forgot such serious precautions.

Fortunately, she woke up and discovered it not too late. Now it looks like there are only burn marks on the surface of the skin. If it were a little later, He Cong's heart would really be burned by her backlash and he would be in trouble.

Shang Youqing covered He Cong's heart with the warm spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, and slowly smoothed out the burn marks on his heart with the clear and light golden light.

Only after his heart had fully recovered did Shang Youqing slowly retract his fingertips, and his heart relaxed a little.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and in the dim light of the desk lamp, she lowered her brows and looked at He Cong's sleeping face for a moment. She wanted to reach out and touch his face several times, but she was worried that the backlash would burn He Cong, so she finally put her hand down silently.

She didn't want to make empty promises that she wasn't completely sure of.

She just couldn't confirm whether the result of her efforts was good or bad.

If the final result is good, it’s okay to tell He Cong openly. The only thing to worry about is that the final result will still be unfavorable. If that’s the case... it’s better not to give He Cong hope from the beginning.

At dawn, some sweet bird calls came from the forest outside the window. When He Cong woke up, Shang Youqing was no longer in his arms.

He Cong propped himself up and sat up. He caught a glimpse of the note on the bedside table and took it to take a look.

It was obviously left for him by Shang Youqing.

The note simply stated that she had to go out for something and asked him to wake up and leave on his own.

He Cong stared at the two lines of words on the note, his eyes slowly moving, and he sneered.

Shang Youqing, you are very good.

It's true, he turns his back on me after sleeping with me.

He Cong got up with a sullen face, changed into dried clothes, and then cleaned and tidied the house again with a sullen face.

Finally, I tried to call Shang Youqing, but as expected, the call didn't go through.

He Cong's face looked calm. He finally chose to edit a text message and send it over, and also sent the upcoming schedule sent by Yu Zhu to Shang Youqing.

It means that except for the two days next week when I return to the Hamajima headquarters, I can meet her at any other time as she arranges.

at the same time.

Shang Youqing arrived at a grape orchard away from the center of Wencheng according to the address he had previously found.

It is located on the west side between two mountain ranges, and the unique altitude is suitable for grape growth.

As soon as the guard at the orchard heard Shang Youqing's name, he immediately called the internal line for instructions. Soon, the owner of the orchard, Ms. Li Dun, drove out in person to take Shang Youqing into the orchard.