Chapter 50 Like a Wolf

The silk nightgown is made of soft and delicate fabric; when lifted up, its warm and soft texture brushes against the skin of the thigh.

Meng Yanxi kissed her lips, his hot breaths rapid and heavy. One hand pressed against her shoulder, while the other hand explored her wantonly.

Jin Zhao's mind was completely blank.

Waking up to such a grand scene, or rather, being woken up in this way, she felt a subconscious fear. But this unease was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure aroused by the man.

The light was dim and deep; she could only see the figure covering her. Her hair was a little messy, but her features were familiar, sharp and defined, and she carried the scent of cold mountain pine mist.

She instinctively gripped his forearm.

The man's forearm was taut, like a stone. She could clearly feel the throbbing veins on his arm, and even feel the surging hot blood in his body through the skin of her palm.

Her intention was to make him stop, but it seemed to encourage him instead, and he became even more unrestrained.

It seems to be raining outside; the sound of dripping water is heard.

On the rosewood cabinet in the bedroom, the bouquet of flowers given by Luo Heng and the others was placed in a crystal vase.

There were red roses, baby's breath, and orchids... Gardenias aren't usually in bloom this season, so I wonder where they got them. At dusk, they were just pure white buds, but they quietly bloomed in the dead of night, revealing their delicate pink stamens.

Raindrops soaked the room, and the gardenias released their fragrance throughout.

Jin Zhao suddenly gasped softly and gripped his forearm tightly with his fingers.

The man rested his head on her shoulder and chuckled softly in her ear; he was utterly wicked.

Why are you so enthusiastic today?

He nibbled on her earlobe, teasing her affectionately.

Jin Zhao was still in a daze, hadn't heard what he said, his eyes were wet and unfocused, his chest heaved violently, and he was breathing heavily.

With one hand supporting her waist, Meng Yanxi used the other to tear off the soaking wet fabric covering her body and casually toss it off the bed.

He rolled over and covered her.

The dress bunched up above her chest, occasionally slipping down. He found it an eyesore, so he helped her take off the thin silk nightgown.

Only then did she realize that he had nothing left on him.

His body seemed even more sensual in the darkness. Without the light and shadow and her own filter, only his taut muscle lines remained, impacting her smoothly and directly.

Jin Zhao's gaze involuntarily slid down, from his collarbone to his pectoral muscles, to his eight-pack abs, and following his beautiful V-shaped V-line, she saw the place he had originally wrapped in a bath towel.

Her eyes were burned; she took a deep breath and looked away in alarm.

The man chuckled softly in her ear, his wickedness reaching its very core.

"Why are you still so shy? Even though you always cling to me tightly at the end."

When Jin Zhao heard his words clearly this time, his heart sank.

The man's kisses moved slowly downwards, to her chest, her ribs, and all the way down...

She suddenly cupped his head in her hands, gently but firmly stopping him.

Meng Yanxi looked up.

Jin Zhao's eyes regained their clarity, and she looked at him quietly, her nose already feeling a little sore.

Her lips moved, and she asked softly, "Meng Yanxi, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? Look at me and see who I am."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly mistake you for someone else?" Meng Yanxi chuckled softly, then came up to her again, gently biting her lip, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are Jin Zhao, Lingling, my beloved little feather."

Her emotions were like a rollercoaster until she heard him call her name, and Jin Zhao felt her heart beating again.

She couldn't imagine how heartbroken she would be if Meng Yanxi truly saw her as someone else right now. The mere thought of him possibly liking someone else was unbearable, let alone the thought of him doing such intimate things with someone else.

But she didn't have time to be sentimental, because the next second, Meng Yanxi whispered in her ear, "I think about Lingling every day."

The tone was very bad, rude and aggressive.

With a loud bang, Jin Zhao felt all the blood in his body rush to his face.

Meng Yanxi is like this in bed? What happened to her aloof and abstinent demeanor?

But she soon realized that wasn't the case.

No, it really isn't.

His unrestrained exploration of her body and his various self-taught ways of pleasing her left her mind in a frenzy, leaving no room for thought.

Only at the very last step did she manage to regain a sliver of rationality.

“Meng Yanxi, put it on…” She grabbed his forearm, her voice still trembling.

"No need, it's okay in dreams."

The man chuckled, poised to strike.

Jin Zhao felt a chill run down his spine.

"No, it's not a dream..." she whispered.

At the same time, Meng Yanxi also realized it.

Unlike the fleeting, tingling pleasure he experienced in his dreams, this time, just a light touch was enough to send shivers of joy through him.

It was a completely unfamiliar feeling he had never experienced before; she was so real and vibrant, entirely different from the illusory desires in his dreams. He suddenly snapped back to reality, his whole body stiffening.

...

It took Meng Yanxi less than a second, or even less, to go from thinking she was dreaming to fully waking up.

However, he had been confused for at least half an hour before that.

He recklessly and wantonly did all sorts of outrageous things to his girlfriend, turning her over and over again... Except for the final step, he did everything he could and couldn't do to her.

For a fleeting second, he had a despicable thought, but he pretended not to be fully awake and continued doing it.

But soon, he saw the unease and trepidation in her eyes, hidden beneath a hazy happiness.

She was clearly happy, but it was only physical. Physical pleasure couldn't replace her reason.

Perhaps she felt it was too fast, after all, they had only been together for less than a month, or perhaps she was uneasy about his current state of confusion. In any case, as long as she had even the slightest bit of uncertainty in her heart, he could not despicably try to numb her with physical pleasure.

A deliberate attempt to numb reason is itself a form of deception.

He immediately stepped back, got out of bed, picked up a bath towel from the floor, and wrapped it around himself.

Meeting her confused gaze, he leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, softly soothing her: "Did I scare you? I'm sorry, I thought I was dreaming again."

Jin Zhao's face turned bright red.

She initially thought he had sobered up, but what was even more embarrassing than being drunk was that he thought he was dreaming, and she was just Jin Zhao in his dream, someone he could treat as he pleased.

So, coming to that point, what kind of bizarre dreams did he have before? And... how many times did he dream about them to practice until he became so proficient?

"Don't be afraid, I'm awake now and I won't do anything anymore."

He didn't know how to comfort her. He seemed to want to hug her, but at this moment, any physical contact would immediately change its meaning, so he stopped.

After a long silence, he finally said helplessly, "You continue sleeping, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Meng Yanxi left the bedroom.

Jin Zhao bit her lip, silently pulled the blanket over her head.

That's so embarrassing.

She kept saying it was too fast, too fast, something bad was going to happen! And sure enough, something did happen!

I never expected it to turn out like this.

Meng Yanxi, this person is really... Jin Zhao doesn't even know how to curse him anymore, he's just so infuriating.

She clutched the corner of the blanket tightly, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, until even her fingernails turned red.

"Bang--"

The sound of flesh hitting a solid wood cabinet suddenly came from the living room.

It was still dark, around four or five in the morning, and all was quiet except for the sound of a man breathing.

Just now, in an attempt to prove she was not in danger, Meng Yanxi hastily slipped away without turning on the lights. In her panic, she slammed her knee into a cabinet, causing excruciating pain.

Jin Zhao's heart tightened, and he immediately pulled off the covers, got out of bed, grabbed a coat, and hurriedly ran out.

"Meng Yanxi—" she called out nervously.

Hearing her voice, Meng Yanxi's anger flared up even more. She didn't know what she was angry about or who she was angry at, but she warned him restrainedly, "If you don't want me to do what I want tonight, you'd better stay inside and get some sleep. Don't come out and provoke me."

Jin Zhao: "..."

She had just stepped out of the bedroom when she silently withdrew her foot.

But that night, as you can imagine, I wouldn't be able to sleep.

One was insomniac in bed, while the other was staring at the ceiling from the sofa.

Meng Yanxi had no idea what kind of trouble he was making for himself, while Jin Zhao felt somewhat innocent.

Meng Yanxi felt that her sense of morality was too high and that she was doing something wrong.

Jin Zhao thought Meng Yanxi was too bad. He was drunk and then acted coquettishly and manipulatively to keep her with him. After he sobered up, he pretended it was a dream and almost... No, she couldn't think about it. If she kept thinking about those scenes of him doing that to her, she would never forget them.

The young couple, each lost in their own thoughts, stayed awake until dawn.

As dawn broke, an unavoidable awkward situation ensued.

Jin Zhao had no classes today, so she lay peacefully in bed pretending to be asleep, planning to get up only after Meng Yanxi left.

But once again, she underestimated Meng Yanxi's sense of morality. He was the kind of guy who seemed like a mean-spirited bad guy, but was actually very responsible.

Although Meng Yanxi had done something shameful last night, even bumping into a cabinet, he had never been so embarrassed in his life. But even in that state, he didn't run away.

Around nine o'clock, Zhuang Yu called him, but he declined.

Jin Zhao heard him mumble in the bedroom, "Something came up, another day."

After Zhuang Yu said something on the phone, Meng Yanxi was silent for a while before saying, "I'm busy. Have Lu Jingyue go for me. If that doesn't work, you can go to my dad."

Jin Zhao then realized that Meng Yanxi was determined to wait for her to leave today, and she couldn't escape it.

She took another pair of disposable underwear from the closet, put on her own clothes, and opened the bedroom door.

Meng Yanxi was sitting on the sofa. Hearing the sound, she raised her eyelids and looked at her.

As dawn broke, the sensual and alluring moments hidden in the darkness of the previous night vanished. Yet, when their eyes met, the initial innocence could no longer be restored. After all, some things had happened, even if not completely, but they had, and could never be forgotten.

The man stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously twice.

Jin Zhao awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered, "I'm going back now."

Meng Yanxi didn't say anything.

As she walked to the sofa, he suddenly asked, "Want to come again?"

Jin Zhao felt that these words were burning his ears, but he didn't know why he didn't feel that they were burning his mouth and even said them.

She glared at him, her face flushed, and said irritably, "I'm not coming. Your house is like a wolf's den, too dangerous."

Meng Yanxi was initially a little embarrassed, but after being glared at by her, it seemed as if the thick-skinned person would fight fire with fire, and she relaxed again.

He leaned back on the sofa, lifted his eyelids, and looked at her with a half-smile: "It's not like every day is as dangerous as last night."

Jin Zhao: "..." He actually had the nerve to say that.

Meng Yanxi got up and walked towards her.

As if possessed, the erotic scenes from last night drew ever closer as he approached.

Jin Zhao lowered his head and took two small steps back.

Meng Yanxi stopped in front of her, looked down at her, and said with a hint of ingratiation, "I promise I won't drink anymore, okay?"

Jin Zhao was slightly surprised and looked up: "You still remember?"

She told him before going to bed last night that he was not allowed to drink alcohol anymore.

She thought he was drunk and wouldn't remember anything, but she didn't expect that he not only remembered, but also remembered such small details clearly.

Seeing her dazed look, Meng Yanxi couldn't help but laugh: "What are you thinking about? I'm just drunk, not amnesiac."

Jin Zhao blinked innocently: "Didn't you say that you forget a lot of things when you're drunk?"

Meng Yanxi scoffed, "Nonsense, that's just a cowardly man's excuse for not wanting to take responsibility. Otherwise, why don't you ask him for 2,000 yuan, and see if he remembers to ask you to pay it back when he wakes up?"

Jin Zhao: "..."

Brother, if you do this, I'll never dare to kiss you again, for fear of being poisoned by your mouth.

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