Chapter 77 [VIP]

"Mianmian?" Not getting a response from his boyfriend, Zong Bingwen's tone became a little anxious.

When Chenmian made his promise to Zong Bingwen in the afternoon, he also gave the other party a key.

There was no time to lose, so Chenmian lowered her head and kissed Lin Langli's face haphazardly several times. Then she cupped the young man's face in her hands, trying to appease him: "Please dodge for a moment, okay? Please."

Lin Langli wanted to refuse, but Chenmian licked his lips like a kitten, then looked up at him with pitiful eyes, which was so heartbreaking.

Lin Langli stood up with a cold face and was pushed into the dressing room by Chen Mian.

Two seconds later, Chenmian tidied herself up, picked up the water glass by the bed, and took a sip of cool water to calm her emotions.

The person outside the door stopped waiting. Zong Bingwen opened the door with his key and hurried inside.

She huddled under the covers, trying to look like she was having a nightmare and was terrified.

Someone sat down beside the bed, their slender fingers reaching around the blanket to gently touch the corner of Shen Mian's eye. "Mianmian, why are you crying? Did you have a nightmare?"

She lifted her sleeping face, opened her slightly moist eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Ugh, so scary, so terrifying."

Zong Bingwen also got into bed, picked up Shenmian from behind, and gently comforted her.

But when his gaze swept sharply over the swollen, cracked lips of the sleeping man, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What dream?" he asked.

"N-nothing, it was just a really scary nightmare..." Shenmian turned and hugged him, her voice still soft with a sob in it.

Absorbing the reassuring warmth emanating from her boyfriend, Chenmian's body trembled slightly again at the thought of the person hidden in the walk-in closet.

Zong Bingwen took the opportunity to put his arm around him, gently patting the boy's back, his tone full of pity: "Were you scared? What did you dream about?" He glanced around the room, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the closed walk-in closet before returning to Shen Mian's face with a look of inquiry.

"I can't remember... It was so scary." Chen Mian buried her face in Zong Bingwen's chest, not daring to look up, her voice muffled.

He must appease Zong Bingwen as soon as possible and get him to leave.

The person inside is like a ticking time bomb.

Zong Bingwen cupped the sleeping face in his hands, his fingertips gently stroking under his eyes and... the corner of his injured lips.

"How did your lips get sore?" he asked, his voice still gentle, but a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

"I... I might have accidentally bitten myself while I was sleeping..." Chenmian's eyes flickered, and she subconsciously licked the wound, but tasted a faint bloody flavor and the scent left by Lin Langli, and her stomach churned.

Zong Bingwen didn't press further. He simply lowered his head and gently touched Shenmian's injured lips with his warm lips, his voice filled with tenderness and comfort: "Next time you have a nightmare, just call me, okay?" he whispered. "I'm next door, or... I can stay with you tonight?"

She remained silent, sobbing as she clung to her boyfriend, her eyes half-closed, both dependent on and terrified by Zong Bingwen's actions of caring for her.

He loved how Zong Bingwen treated him like a baby, as if he were being cherished and pampered. Chenmian liked and was used to it.

Zong Bingwen's gaze lingered on Shen Mian's face. At this moment, Shen Mian had lost all her usual arrogance and appeared visibly pitiful.

Like a bad cat that has been bullied and played with by outsiders, it has become much more docile.

He wondered, who could be the person hiding in the room?

Thinking of this, Zong Bingwen couldn't help but lean over and kiss Chenmian. The boy in his arms flinched, as if trying to dodge, so he quietly supported Chenmian's waist and lifted him off the bed.

"What are you doing?" Chenmian asked softly, her eyes still showing a hint of innocent confusion.

“Let me comfort you,” Zong Bingwen said, holding Chenmian tightly, his expression unchanged. “A kiss and some fucking will do the trick. Baby, you feel good doing this, right? That’s why you like it so much…”

I don't know who I'm talking to.

Chenmian shuddered, suspecting that Zong Bingwen already knew, after all, there were too many things about him that could arouse suspicion, and he had a history of such behavior.

So even the vulgar words that would normally make her angry didn't bother her. She just clung tightly to the man's waist in mid-air, afraid of being thrown off.

Zong Bingwen held the boy steadily in his arms, carried him around the room twice, and finally hesitated slightly before carrying him into the dressing room and placing him on the dressing table.

Through the thin layer of pajamas, Shenmian's back was pressed against the cold mirror, so cold that he couldn't help but touch his tongue together.

Did Zong Bingwen discover it or not? If he did, why was he so calm? But if he didn't, why did he bring him in?

As Chenmian recalled Zong Bingwen's earlier words about coaxing him, his knuckles tensed so tightly they almost turned purple.

None of this escaped Zong Bingwen's notice. The man chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and lowered his head to peck a kiss on Shen Mian's cheek, a gesture of comfort: "Why are you a little nervous? Baby, is your lover hiding here?"

He seemed about to make things clear, but Zong Bingwen's eyes still held a mocking smile, making it seem like he was just teasing him.

Tears welled in Shenmian's eyes. Hearing this, she sniffed, raised her tearful eyes, and nervously patted the man's strong arm: "It's been too many times today. No more. I don't want to be here either."

"Baby, are you worried about getting your clothes dirty with too much water?" Zong Bingwen asked flirtatiously. Although he was speaking close to Shen Mian's ear, his voice was not lowered. Instead, his words were exceptionally clear and could be heard clearly in the spacious dressing room.

Chenmian kicked Zong Bingwen's thigh in shame and anger, but her ankle was grabbed by him and gently massaged the protruding joints on both sides of her ankle.

Their breaths mingled, and their bodies had been touching for so long. Now, when their sensitive areas were touched, it was almost instinctive for them to be awakened from their slumber, and a moist desire would emerge hastily.

He and Zong Bingwen were truly a perfect match; the physical joy and pleasure instantly overshadowed the fear of being discovered.

Chenmian let out a short, startled cry, then stopped herself in shame. She clutched the man's clothes tightly, wiping her tears haphazardly on his clothes.

“Baby, so many tears, so much water,” Zong Bingwen sighed. “You must be finding it very exciting.”

"No way!" Chen Mian retorted quickly, biting Zong Bingwen's neck. "Did you come to me just to do this kind of thing?"

...

Just a few steps away, behind that tightly closed wardrobe door.

In absolute darkness and deathly silence.

Lin Langli leaned against the inner wall covered with Chenmian's clothes, smelling the green tea scent that Chenmian often used on the soft fabrics, but he could not calm the raging anger and pain in his heart.

He caught every sound outside, including the soft rustling of water, the indistinct sounds of flesh touching flesh, the soft, pleading breaths of the sleeping man, and the voice that coldly rejected him. He heard them all with perfect clarity.

Lin Langli was furious and wished he could appear immediately and kill Zong Bingwen.

His ears perked up, trying to discern the reaction in Chenmian's tone. He felt a mix of hatred, jealousy, and bitterness in his heart. He hated himself and Chenmian, hated his own uselessness, and hated Chenmian's gluttony, willing to eat anything, good or bad.

That bitch doesn't look very useful. Although she's not as old as Shen Jinshan, she's four years older than Shen Mian. It might be delicious for an old cow to eat young grass for a while, but what about in a few years?

Chenmian was still young then. Could he satisfy her? Did he need to take drugs? Or use other tools? Or, in a worse situation, worried that his wife would cheat on him, he had no choice but to find a clean young man for Chenmian to use.

Lin Langli felt extremely gloomy, as if the age difference between Chenmian and Zong Bingwen was not four years, but forty years.

It seems that Zong Bingwen is truly incompetent, and his slumber is truly dissolute.

There was absolutely no well-wishing for the engaged couple.

Lin Langli even thought, "That's enough, isn't it? Zong Bingwen has had his fill. As the saying goes, 'To die under the peony is to be a romantic ghost.' It would be best if he died suddenly now. He would take over his position and continue to satisfy his slumber."

Reason has been corrupted, leaving only wild guesses.

But with just a little thought, one can guess the current situation outside.

How did Chenmian use those lips, which he had just brutally violated, to feign weakness and ingratiate herself with another man?

How did Chenmian, with her body that had just been trembling beneath him, throw herself into the arms of another man?

How did Chenmian use that tone of wholehearted dependence, which she had never shown to him before, to comfort another man?

"Bingwen, husband, no, no more." Outside, Chenmian was still sobbing, her voice so mournful, so pitiful, so heartbreaking.

However, Lin Langli discerned the true reaction of the slumber from the sound of the water.

He must have been extremely excited. Lin Langli couldn't see outside, nor did he really want to. But his mind was constantly thinking about slumber.

At this point, the insteps should be straightened and the neck tilted back, as if pushing away.

But that's not the case.

Lin Langli knew that Chen Mian liked this the most; he was just that kind of person who said one thing but meant another.

He was like a despicable eavesdropper, a clown who couldn't stand the light of day, hiding in this wardrobe filled with the scent of slumber, listening to his Mianmian whispering sweet nothings and exchanging tender words with others.

And he couldn't even make a sound.

Sleep...

Sleep!

The lingering sensation and taste of blood from his previous kiss and bite with Shen Mian seemed to remain between his lips and teeth. His soft, trembling, and forced response formed the cruelest contrast with the tender comfort he was hearing now.

A violent, destructive urge surged through his chest.

Lin Langli closed his eyes, wishing he could rush out immediately, and in front of that bitch, pull Shenmian into his arms again, cover up the marks on Shenmian's body, and declare who Shenmian's true confidant was.

But in the end, he just gritted his teeth and swallowed back the roar and destructive urge that almost burst out of his throat.

After the extreme anger comes a chilling feeling of sinking into an abyss.

Lin Langli listened quietly to the commotion outside. After some time, he heard Zong Bingwen's teasing and smug voice: "Baby, with so many this time, could you be pregnant with my little baby?"

She sobbed twice, then angrily replied, "No, no," and then incoherently added, "Then get rid of it, get rid of it! I don't want it!"

"How could you be so mean?" Zong Bingwen leaned closer, stroking the boy's trembling back, and chuckled deeply. "If the little baby knew he had such a mean mother as Mianmian, he would be heartbroken."

“Anyway, I don’t want it,” Chenmian said, sounding aggrieved, as if she had been rendered speechless. She was really going back and forth with Zong Bingwen about this issue. “I’m still a baby, I don’t want any other babies.”

Lin Langli held his breath, his heart beginning to ache again, but there were still people arguing outside, very noisy: "That makes so much sense, Mianmian, even your husband thinks Mianmian is just a little baby, and a silly baby at that."

A note from the author:

This is too restrictive. Writing this chapter feels like I've been possessed; I desperately wanted to start writing a long, flowing piece, like the kind where the first half is about Lin and the second half about Zong, with detailed descriptions, but alas...

I had another little idea: after teasing Lin in the dressing room, Shen Ci's dog would sneak up and knock on the door in the middle of the night, and Zong would hold Mian and tease Shen Ci through the door. Just thinking about it made me happy.

But I feel bad for my baby's bottom, and I can't go into details, so I'm going to stop writing now.

I'll post it tonight, I'll try to send it before midnight.