28. You seem to be doing well.
It was already twelve o'clock when they returned to the hotel. Deng Shilang paid the bill, closed the car door, and followed Yao Ling into the lobby to wait for the elevator.
He remained silent after she finished speaking, got into the elevator, pressed the floor button, and leaned against the wall, looking at her in the mirror. The red floor numbers began to rise, and she noticed his gaze and met his reflection in the mirror.
In fact, he quite agreed with what she said. They hadn't confirmed any substantive relationship, not even a special person who negotiated the rules of the game. Even if it was a special person, she didn't need his responsibility, let alone polite attention beyond sex. After all, things get complicated and things can easily deteriorate.
Deng Shilang did not look angry. Even though she was as cold as when they broke up, he remained indifferent and shifted his gaze casually.
Yao Ling, however, was watching him. She had always believed that some people could tell whether they would have sex just by looking at each other. She had just upheld her principles, refusing insignificant inquiries and reports, but now she couldn't help but feel a physical attachment to him.
Deng Shilang still noticed her gaze, and he understood her intently. As they exited the elevator, he took her hand. As they reached the door, he pulled the room card from his leather jacket with one hand, while holding her slender wrist with the other. She stood behind him, feeling his gentle grip.
As soon as the door opened, Yao Ling was led into the room by him and saw a small suitcase on the floor.
He blocked her way, went to the bed to get something, took off their coats, and carried her into the shower, turning on the shower head, soaking her completely. Her face was covered in strands of frozen hair, and her shirt clung to her body, revealing her breasts and waist, while his long-sleeved shirt clung to his perfectly honed physique. Her panties were already damp at the door, and his carrying her in indirectly gave her an erection through the fabric of her clothes.
Deng Shilang unbuttoned her shirt and said calmly: "Do you think I would be angry about what you just said?"
"If I think you will be angry, that means I am in disguise thinking that you care." Yao Ling's eyelashes were filled with tears, and she lowered her head to unbutton her clothes with him.
Deng Shilang thought she was very transparent, but he didn't expect her to be so transparent. She smiled under the water, water dripping from her forehead, just like her. He threw away his already unbuttoned shirt and took off her bra. He grabbed her hand and took off his clothes together. Halfway through, he turned his clothes over to cover her.
Yao Ling's head was covered by his clothes. His voice rang out through the clothes, his tone calm. "You are so anxious to tell me that we are fine, aren't you just afraid that I will pester you? I told you that I want to go back to Hong Kong. This sentence is dispensable. The subtext is that I just want to do it with you once before I leave. Don't think too much about it."
She heard it clearly and lifted her clothes. Her hand, which had originally rested on his long-sleeved shirt, suddenly fell to his shoulder due to imbalance. Her legs subconsciously wrapped around his waist. He held her up, supporting her hips. She couldn't resist this posture, so she supported him to steady her body and said, "I know you want to go back. I heard what you said to Steven that night."
He held her like this, sucking on the nipple that was pointed at his nose. As soon as he did so, he became aroused and could no longer remain calm. He said in a hoarse voice, "Really? I overheard you."
"The door isn't very soundproof, I accidentally heard it." Her nipples perked up under his tongue, and a tingling sensation spread from her chest to behind her ears. Her skin was steaming hot, and the water from the shower was soaking her skin. She was a little distracted by his voice. With half-closed eyes, she moved forward, asking him to take her deeper, to relieve the unbearable itch.
Deng Shilang pretended not to hear, realizing she was bewitched. He was also bewitched by her appearance. He always found it funny, wondering if they were just exes or just casual lovers. He kissed her pink nipples and asked, "Do you really want me to fuck you so badly?"
"Yes." She said bluntly.
Deng Shilang asked her why, but she didn't answer. He then remembered what she had said to him before and repeated, "When we first saw each other in the corridor, you wanted to be fucked by me, and you still want to be fucked now."
Yao Ling opened her eyes, and this opening gave him the answer. Just as he thought, she had been attracted by her beauty before, and now she still had this physiological reaction.
He took advantage of her head being covered, already taking protective measures, and lifted her tight ass, sliding his penis against her vaginal opening before thrusting straight in, thrusting so hard that she had one hand tangled in his hair. With her vagina blocked, she gently shifted her ass, rocking it to her desired spot, just as he thrust hard, the two fitting perfectly together. She was so overly sensitive that she ignored the wetness on her cheeks, opened her mouth, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
The intimately connected parts below went in and out, and their body fluids mixed with the water fell down.
Deng Shilang waited until she was almost climaxing, then carried her out of the shower. Still entwined with her, he led her to the mirror, letting her watch herself climax beneath him. First, he saw her. Her skin was so pale, a misty pink, her waist slender and her hips round, leaving red marks from his hands. He turned, her back to the mirror, letting her look over his shoulder, watching him embrace her, overcome by the impact.
This wasn't the first time Yao Ling had seen this; after all, she would masturbate in front of the mirror. But when she saw her face pressed against his side, her legs held by his strong arms, and the ambiguous marks left by his rubbing on her back, she suddenly felt a slight soreness in her abdomen, and clamped her hard and big penis tightly. He gasped heavily, his breath hot on her neck, and she couldn't help but shudder, unable to think.
The moment when the senses were killed was like a mirage. In a way, they were very compatible on this matter.
Deng Shilang waited until she was satisfied, then placed his lips on her forehead and said, "I won't let you go tonight, let's do it again."
He ignored the water on their bodies and ejaculated once, then moved to another place and put her on the bed, soaking the sheets directly. She was still very cold lying on the bed, so she rolled into the quilt when he changed the condom.
Deng Shilang finished, and seeing her like this, he went forward and lifted a corner of the sheet to go in. He leaned over in the sheet, supporting himself with his hands. It was so dim that he could vaguely see her face.
"Yao Ling." He called her by her full name and stroked her face according to his memory. "You seem to be doing well."
"The same to you."
He had been gentle at first, then slowly became heavier, rubbing her lips with his fingertips, pressing her lip beads, and knocking against her teeth. Her lips hurt, and she froze for a second, as if she saw him pull his hand out and kiss the fingertips pressing her lip beads. Then he entered her again, dripping with his juices, hanging on his penis.
The continuous impact made her dizzy and she could not see the scene under the sheets clearly. She just endured his thrusting. When he poked her in the lower abdomen, she grabbed the sheets and got goose bumps.
Yao Ling clearly noticed that he was more domineering than in the shower and asked, "Are you really not angry?"
"I gambled enough a few years ago and I'm very tired. I can say that after letting go, I no longer have the energy to worry about you." Deng Shilang held her hands that were grabbing the bed sheet, turned them over her head, and pressed her body straight.
Yao Ling's heart sank when she heard his words. He held her penis firmly in her hand, thrusting it into her, causing her to bounce like a fish out of water, unable to breathe. She moaned softly. Her hands were restrained, her whole body burning. She took a deep breath, "So what are you doing? Punishing me?"
Deng Shilang pinched her wrist, sweat dripping down his face. "You asked me to help you and not delay your future, and I did. You immigrated to Italy with your parents without a word. I have no reason to bother you anymore, so I let you go. I told you I was born in Hong Kong, and you knew exactly who I was. After you left, I moved back to Hong Kong, but you never asked a single question, not a single one."
"It hurts." Yao Ling kicked her feet, and her eyes suddenly felt sore.
"Fortunately, you are cruel and let each other go." He was not venting his desire or anger on her. He no longer cared about this matter. Instead, he found a chance to tell her that at least he had done everything he promised her when they broke up.
"I know, thank you..." Yao Ling replied with a frown.
Deng Shilang heard it and still held her hand, continuing to ram her, making her red and hot again and again, torturing her to orgasm. Just when she tilted her neck back, he thrust into her until her tear glands reacted, and she said, "Thank yourself."
Yao Ling's chest was heaving with gasping for breath, and she didn't know whether it was her hands or her eyes that hurt.
"You asked me to let you go before. If possible, it's your turn to let me go this time. You never care about how I'm doing in Hong Kong, so let's continue to break up cleanly. As you said, reality is reality, not what is called an affair now." Deng Shilang said.
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