Chapter 42 Indulging Your Arrogance "You like ultra-thin ones?"
Throughout Liang Jingzhuo's more than twenty years of education and training, restraint and humility, decisiveness and overall planning, and self-control have always been pioneering principles.
But that doesn't stop him from wanting to do something that breaks through all these constraints.
And he did just that.
Before Xie Qingci could react, the person in front of her took two steps across the table, cupped her face, and kissed her directly.
Driven by inertia, I took two steps back, my cheek was caught, and as I tilted my head back, a hot, wet kiss pressed down on my lips without any restraint.
She raised her hand to support herself against his chest, and could almost feel the strong, powerful tremor of his heartbeat beneath her palm, making her palm numb and weak.
After a few gentle kisses, he forcefully pushed open her lips and teeth, probing into her mouth. His lips parted and opened, hooking her and stealing the little oxygen she had left.
In just a few times, Liang Jingzhuo's kissing skills had improved by leaps and bounds, easily making her blush.
The wet kisses, the sharp creaking of her legs against the dining chair—Xie Qingci felt her legs go numb and weak, almost unable to stand. But the person in front of her wouldn't give an inch, supporting her back with his palm, pressing her down and chasing after her.
The last breath of oxygen in her lungs was consumed by the sizzling heat. Xie Qingci weakly pushed her hand away from the intense kiss, turned her face away, and leaned against his chest.
Her lips were bright red and moist, slightly parted, and she was breathing rapidly.
Feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen, and feeling weak and sore, I leaned against Liang Jingzhuo.
The person in front of him seemed to have no bones and could not stand up at all. Liang Jingzhuo reached out and hugged her, interrupting the kiss. The burning thirst in his throat was like a flame that burned brighter and brighter.
He tried his best to suppress the unusual commotion.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. He lowered his head and kissed the top of the head of the person in his arms. His voice was low and husky as he asked her, "When did you get here?"
Her cheeks flushed red, like a shrimp that had been boiled in boiling water. Xie Qingci buried her face in the front of the body in front of her, which was not much calmer than herself.
He answered in a muffled voice, "This afternoon, Aunt Wen said that Uncle Zhong said you've been very busy lately and haven't had time to eat. Today is the Beginning of Winter, and Aunt Wen made dumplings. I wanted to ask if you wanted some."
That was her original intention.
I always felt that he was so busy, he didn't get enough rest or food, a bit like Xiao Ju during his time as a homeless person.
It's a bit pitiful.
Now she realizes that her strange empathy was really superfluous.
With so many subordinates and attendants, a single phone call from the property manager could solve all the problems; how could he possibly go hungry?
My heart, which had just softened upon entering the house and seeing traces of her presence, became even softer.
After his slightly out-of-breath breathing calmed down a bit, he asked, "Are you hungry?"
Xie Qingci shook her head. When cooking, she was not good at controlling the amount of seasonings, and she had to taste each seasoning before adding it.
She ate three dishes, a soup, and dumplings, and was already half full.
As soon as she finished speaking, her buried face was lifted out. "Then we'll eat later."
After saying that, the kiss that had been interrupted fell again.
He got out of the car in a hurry, leaving his coat on the passenger seat without taking it with him.
With one less restrictive garment, it's much easier to take it off.
He pressed down on the back of her neck with one hand, and with the other hand unbuttoned her waistcoat, then took it off with the other hand.
"Wait a minute..." She managed to break free from the kiss and say something, but before she could finish, her face was turned back to her and her lips were sealed with another kiss.
Xie Qingci wanted to say that if they didn't eat now, the food would get cold, but she wasn't given a chance to finish her sentence.
He stumbled backward with alternating steps until he reached the edge of the sofa, and then collapsed to the ground the next second.
The wide, soft Italian leather sofa supported them as they sank in.
Liang Jingzhuo placed his hands on either side of her head, still not giving her a chance to speak, and followed up with a kiss.
Her brain was boiling and burning, and she finally lost the ability to think. Xie Qingci raised her limp hand, hugged the neck of the person in front of her, and kissed him back.
Sensing the response from the person beneath him, the burning flames surged even higher.
Liang Jingzhuo supported himself with one hand, reached out with the other to pull off his tie, and then slowly transferred his weight to her.
The soft sofa sank further down, and Xie Qingci felt the oxygen draining away even more. The clip behind her head was a bit hard, making her scalp ache.
She frowned and let out a soft moan.
The cry of pain jolted him back to his senses. Liang Jingzhuo propped himself up and asked, "What's wrong?"
Under the light, the girl lying on the sofa had a flushed face, her eyes like shimmering spring water, and her lips slightly parted as she breathed heavily, "The clip... is poking my head."
He glanced at her hair with his unfathomable eyes, reached out, touched the back of her head, and removed the clip for her.
When his gaze returned to her eyes, the tightness in his throat intensified. As he bent down to unbutton his shirt, he lowered his head again to kiss the fragrant reeds beneath him.
Hsieh Ching-Tzu was wearing a knitted sweater and a long skirt today. The slightly fitted top had excellent elasticity, and her hot palms were pushed up against her waist.
The fingertips, damp with sweat and burning with body heat, pressed and rolled over.
Xie Qingci raised her hand and covered the back of his hand, "The light wasn't turned off..."
In the past, she was usually in dim lighting at times like this, and this was the first time she had faced such bright light, so she felt a little uncomfortable.
Liang Jingzhuo kissed her ear and breathlessly replied, "Okay."
He then knelt up, took out the phone that had just fallen into the sofa cushions, and operated it in the smart home system for a while.
The living room lights suddenly went out, and the city's most bustling night view was projected through the floor-to-ceiling windows, clear enough for the eye to see clearly.
The kiss landed again, on her lips, ears, neck...
His burning palms tugged at the hem of her thin clothes, wanting to help her take them off.
A soft palm grasped his wrist first. "Wait a minute... I can do it myself."
This garment is made of high-count wool, which is very thin and easily deformed. After he pulled it like that, he probably won't be able to wear it anymore.
Liang Jingzhuo stopped what he was doing, propped himself up and looked at her; his meticulously styled hair was now slightly disheveled.
It was a bit hot, so he took off his shirt.
Xie Qingci sat up, gently pursed her lips, propped herself up on her arms, grasped the sides of her clothes, and pulled them off over her head.
Silky long hair, like brocade, slipped down from the neckline of her clothes, draped over her fair and delicate shoulders, and then was touched...
As Liang Jingzhuo watched her movements, he felt himself becoming increasingly tense.
Xie Qingci only unbuttoned the buttons, not took them off; she couldn't bring herself to be so proactive under his gaze.
But that didn't matter to Liang Jingzhuo. The moment she stopped moving, he kissed her directly, and he took care of the rest.
Xie Qingci shivered slightly as her shoulders touched the sofa behind her again. The leather surface was cool, and the kiss that she hadn't been able to give earlier finally landed.
...
During this time, Liang Jingzhuo suddenly realized a problem and stopped abruptly.
His lips pressed into a thin line, serious. "There's nothing at home..."
He had never taken her to stay here before, and he never expected her to come suddenly, so he hadn't prepared anything at all.
Just as he decided to go out and buy it, the person hidden under the cushion whispered, "I bought it..."
When she went to the supermarket to buy groceries, she hesitated for a moment when she saw it on the shelf, but still bought a box.
"In the bedside table in the master bedroom..."
She also never expected that it would end up not in the bedroom.
He lowered his head and kissed her, then stood up: "I'll go get it."
Xie Qingci had no desire to get out from under the pillow and remained in that position until the sound of footsteps leaving from the sofa returned.
The thin film was torn off, and a moment later, the sofa slumped under the weight again.
The pillow covering her face was removed, and the person above her gently stroked her slightly damp hair, asking, "Aren't you hot? Why are you covering your face?"
Load-bearing and pressure-bearing.
Midway through, a low, husky, sexy voice whispered in her ear, "Do you like ultra-thin ones?"
Xie Qingci didn't look at it carefully when she bought it; she only checked the size and model number before taking it directly from the shelf.
It was just a statement, but it sounded like a deliberate provocation to her ears, and she wanted to sew his mouth shut.
...
When the final moment ended, Xie Qingci felt she was going to die.
...
Xie Qingci was too weak to take a bath, so Liang Jingzhuo carried her to the bathroom and refrained from further fussing over her.
After taking a shower, Xie Qingci lay down on the big bed in the master bedroom, not even wanting to blow-dry her hair, and just wanted to sleep with her eyes closed.
Liang Jingzhuo put on his pajamas, then found her pajamas and put them on her. After that, he took out a hairdryer, sat on the edge of the bed, and dried her hair. After drying it, he put the hairdryer back, walked back, and lay down next to her.
Xie Qingci seemed to be asleep, breathing softly and remaining motionless. After a moment, she moved her lips and said, "Stay away from me."
Just now, when we finished in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, if she hadn't only bought one box, he probably wouldn't have given up so easily. Unfortunately, the empty box didn't give him a chance.
Upon hearing this, Liang Jingzhuo paused for a moment before reaching out to embrace the person next to him, but ultimately pulled her into his arms.
They even shamelessly retorted, "Why?"
You have the nerve to ask why.
Xie Qingci opened her eyes, remembering the dazzling city night view in front of her and the burning hot body behind her, caught in a dilemma where she couldn't go in or back. Her face turned red again. "If you keep doing this, I won't come here again."
Finally, he even whispered forbidden dirty talk in her ear, panting and biting her ear, calling her baby.
Liang Jingzhuo couldn't understand this and kept asking, "Why?"
His innocent and bewildered expression made it seem as if the person who had just been there wasn't him at all.
Xie Qingci didn't want to talk to a broken record, so she turned away.
The person behind her clung to her like a leech, kissed her earlobe, and said, "If you do this a few more times, I won't do it anymore."
Is it because she didn't come up enough?
What a ridiculous argument!
The skin behind her ear was sensitive, and Xie Qingci flinched slightly, her voice trembling: "Don't kiss me..."
Liang Jingzhuo found her tucking into the blankets cute, so he pulled her out, propped his head up, and stroked her hair behind her ear. "Are you planning to pursue a master's degree after graduation?"
Xie Qingci's eyelids twitched, and he pulled her delicate and pretty ear out from her hair.
"I have a plan, but I'm still looking for a teacher."
Professor Jiang is no longer a master's supervisor, and she hasn't decided which professor she wants to study under yet.
Liang Jingzhuo pulled the person into his arms again, "Come to Hong Kong Island, I'll find you a teacher, and we'll buy a house there so it'll be convenient for you to go to school."
The word "we" gave Xie Qingci a malicious feeling, and it's unclear who it benefited.
She pretended not to understand, "No, I still prefer studying in Jingzhao."
She felt that since she had already been so straightforward, Liang Jingzhuo should understand and stop making suggestions.
But he kissed her cheek and said righteously, "Then I can't guarantee it won't happen again."
"..."
"Once a week is not the optimal frequency for this age group."
How shameless! When has it ever happened only once?
Xie Qingci's cheeks flushed, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "More than once."
The person looked at her and continued calmly, "Only one instance can be counted at the same time."
"…………"
Finally, Xie Qingci couldn't stand his verbal harassment any longer and decided to get up and go eat.
I wasn't hungry at first, but after the intense physical exertion, I suddenly felt hungry. However, my legs were still trembling and sore when I stepped out of bed.
After sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, I stood up and went out.
The commotion lasted until the early hours of the morning, and the food had all gone cold, so we had to reheat it.
Liang Jingzhuo watched her busy in the kitchen, occasionally tasting the food to check the seasoning, and chuckled, "Keep tasting until you're full."
Xie Qingci forgot that it was just for heating and didn't need to be tasted again. She put down her chopsticks and kicked the leg of the person standing by the kitchen door as she walked back: "Serve the dishes."
Liang Jingzhuo smiled helplessly, went into the kitchen, and brought out the remaining dishes.
One second they're passionately engrossed in each other, the next they're quietly eating together face to face—the contrast is too stark.
Her gaze fell on the clothes still scattered messily on the carpet next to the sofa, hers and his mixed together. Xie Qingci's ears burned again. She looked away and buried her head in her mouth, taking a bite of rice.
After finishing their meal, Liang Jingzhuo threw the kitchenware into the dishwasher, while Xie Qingci went to tidy up the clothes next to the sofa.
He paused for a moment when he received her and his underwear, his cheeks flushed, he rolled them up and stuffed them into his clothes, and finally went to pick up Liang Jingzhuo's shirt from the sofa.
I had just placed it under her knees; the mottled marks had dried, and a sudden flush of heat erupted on my face.
Turning to look at the person coming out of the kitchen, she asked, "Your shirt, are you going to take it or not?"
Liang Jingzhuo casually poured a glass of water in the kitchen, holding the transparent glass between his knuckles. Hearing this, he looked at the clothes on the sofa, paused for a moment, and was also stunned.
"In principle, we don't need it."
?
Are there any non-principle aspects?
Xie Qingci didn't understand what kind of theory this was, so she looked at him and waited for him to say the next half of his sentence.
His dark eyes looked over seriously, his expression equally solemn. "If you want me to keep it as a collectible, you can keep it if you're not around."
"..."
In the end, Xie Qingci neatly threw the expensive custom-made shirt into the trash can.
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Liang Jingzhuo's clothes are not easy to wash and care for, so he hangs them up and waits for professional cleaners to come and pick them up.
She wore everyday clothes, went to the laundry room, sorted them, put them into laundry bags, and threw them into the washing machine.
Finally, looking at the black and white underwear in the laundry basket, Xie Qingci paused for a moment before putting them into separate laundry bags and then into the underwear washing machine.
Just as I was about to press the start button, I suddenly remembered something important. I walked to the bathroom door, poked my head out, and asked, "Do your underwear bleed color?"
Liang Jingzhuo was on the phone in the living room when he heard this sound and paused. His subordinate, who was reporting on his work, also fell silent instantly.
After a moment of silence, the person on the other end said in a low voice, "Then you go ahead and do your thing, I'll call back later."
He replied, "No need."
He then covered the microphone and replied, "It won't drop."
Xie Qingci was somewhat unsure, "Really?"
Liang Jingzhuo walked over and gestured to the people below, "Then you can verify it."
"..."
Then there's no need.
Xie Qingci retreated into the laundry room and obediently pressed the wash button.
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Only after lying back in bed did Xie Qingci have time to take out her phone and check the messages from the past few hours of silence.
There were messages from Aunt Wen, Ke Meng and Duan Siyu, and a few from Ms. Zhou and Grandma Xie.
She replied to each one in order.
First, Aunt Wen asked if she had arrived in Hong Kong Island safely and if the process went smoothly. If there were any steps in cooking that she didn't know how to do, she would video call her.
The message came when she started cooking, and she didn't have time to read it before Liang Jingzhuo came back.
Everything went smoothly; both dishes were cooked very well.
She replied: "We arrived, everything went smoothly."
Then she went to reply to Ke Meng and Duan Siyu's messages, and the two asked her if she was going back to the dormitory that night.
After thinking for a moment, she decided to tell them that she would be staying in Fushun Hutong that night and would return to school on Monday.
Both of them knew that Leung King-chuk was not in Fuk Shun Hutong recently. If they told them that they had come to Hong Kong Island, they would gossip again.
After the message was sent, a voice drifted from behind: "Why did you lie?"
When Xie Qingci returned to her room, Liang Jingzhuo was still standing in front of the French windows in the living room, answering a phone call.
The glass was bright and clean, but a few fingerprints remained.
She felt a sudden heat in her eyes, and a strange soreness brought back memories of her body. Thinking that she would have to clean them carefully the next day, she quickly turned around and went back to her room.
So focused on lying that he didn't even notice someone lying down behind him.
She turned around and met his calm, even displeased, gaze. "Hmm... they don't know I'm here."
His broad brows furrowed. "So shouldn't we tell the truth even more?"
Xie Qingci thought about how to explain it to him. Her two roommates were very gossipy and might ask some inappropriate questions.
After all, after returning from Hong Kong Island last time, she was questioned for two days about how she spent that night alone in the hotel, and why she left after asking them for travel tips, and what she did there.
She paused for a moment before saying, "They ask some not-so-good questions."
"What's not a good question?"
They really got to the bottom of things.
Xie Qingci took a breath. "Did your teachers like you a lot when you were in school? Why are you asking such a question?"
The person in front of me paused for a moment, then answered seriously, "Yes, but I don't want to ask. I can understand the textbook knowledge myself."
"..." Xie Qingci put down her phone and covered her slightly noisy mouth. "Okay, time to sleep."
Feeling sorry for the man's lifelong misfortune and worried that he wouldn't eat well, she wanted to have a meal with him. In the end, she didn't get to eat a fresh and hot meal, and instead, she ended up getting sick herself.
My waist, abdomen, legs, and buttocks still feel sore and weak, so I guess I've really trained my core muscles properly.
Liang Jingzhuo looked at the person in front of him who had already closed her eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the lamplight. He leaned over and kissed her eyelids. "I'm serious. Come to Hong Kong after graduation. Whether you want to pursue a master's degree or work, I'll solve all your problems. You just need to come."
Xie Qingci slowly opened her eyes, looking at the trembling figure beneath his eyelids with a serious and focused expression.
“Although it’s fine for me to go to Jingzhao, it’s too inconvenient for you to come over. If I don’t have time to pick you up in Jingzhao, I can’t take you back either, and I’m worried about that.”
He didn't want her to come alone and leave alone.
He began traveling alone from a young age. He had foster care before adulthood, but became independent afterward, traveling all over the world. His elders would always call or text him before, during, and at the end of his journeys to make sure he was alright.
He didn't understand what that feeling was like back then, but he does now.
I'm worried.
Xie Qingci blinked her eyelashes twice, lowered her eyes, and replied, "Let me think about it."
After saying that, he looked up at the person in front of him and said, "Can you not be like this today?"
What are they all doing?!
She was bombarded with witty remarks and outrageous stories, which completely overturned her understanding of the world.
Liang Jingzhuo pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment before uttering, "Unsure."
"..."
Then, calmly, he said, "Is my technique bad? You clearly really liked it just now."
"..."
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