Chapter 131 Does it hurt?
He Sang didn't care about the pain for a moment and was stunned.
Liang Chihui had quit smoking, but after relapsing, he'd been smoking the Collector's Edition of Yellow Crane Tower. Few in Hebei's wealthy and powerful circles smoked this brand, as its mild flavor suited both light smokers and heavy smokers who preferred stronger cigarettes. Liang Jishen smoked the double-shredded Da Chongjiu, a special version made just for him by the Municipal Tobacco Bureau. It was bitter and acrid.
Unfortunately, the scent of Yellow Crane Tower lasted for a long time, and she hadn't showered or sprayed perfume, so Liang Jishen naturally saw through her.
She got up and went to the bathroom without saying a word.
Liang Jishen squeezed in and kicked the door with a loud "bang". Before He Sang could come to her senses, the man roughly took off her clothes.
"Soak in the tub all night."
He unbuckled his belt with one hand and hung it on the towel rack.
His muscles were bulging, and the mermaid line ran across his abdominal groove. The air conditioner in the bedroom was too hot, and he was sweating a lot. Beads of sweat floated between his groins, transparent particles, and his skin looked caramel-wheat color, making him look extremely sexy.
Memories flooded back, and He Sang froze. He pulled at his sleeve and said, "I don't want to be here..."
They took a bath together once. Liang Jishen bought some essential oils. The bottom of the bathtub was slippery, so he rubbed them all over his body. She couldn't kneel or lie down, and she kept falling around in the bathtub. Her knees and lumbar spine were bruised in several places. Liang Jishen was not much stronger either, and his elbows and buttocks were covered with large bruises.
He later wanted to try it again and put a non-slip mat in the bathtub. However, He Sang was traumatized by the fall and refused to try again.
Liang Jishen ignored her pleas, picked her up and placed her in a tub, then filled it two-thirds full with warm water. Under He Sang's horrified gaze, he rubbed her vigorously counterclockwise, from bottom to top, over and over again, until she felt a burning sensation.
He Sang grabbed the edge of the bathtub with both hands, crying out in pain, "Be gentle..."
"Don't you remember?"
She twisted in pain, lowered her head, and cried.
Tears rolled down Liang Jishen's hand. He threw away the towel, grabbed her chin and pulled her towards him. "The property management sent a package? What package? A man?"
He Sang felt wronged and guilty, and burst into tears in embarrassment, "I lied because I was afraid you would be angry..."
"When have you ever lied successfully?" He rubbed her lips with his fingertips, biting a small piece of skin. He then held her hand that was digging in the bathtub, the lines between the lines sticky. "You bite your lips, your palms sweat, your eyes are fixed, and a bunch of problems betray you. Can you deceive me?"
She wasn't cut out for lying, and Liang Jishen, believing in the "little lies to appease the mind," didn't mind. For example, at the Hebei Provincial Drama Theater, Zhou Chen accompanied her in rehearsals, and she didn't dare tell the truth, lying that she was acting with a male co-star, and he didn't expose her.
He Sang knows his limits, and it is Zhou Chen who is persistent. Liang Jishen has always been clear about right and wrong, and since she is innocent, he will not blame her.
But when it came to a sensitive figure like Liang Chihui, lying was a big taboo for him.
Because she had a history of the "photo scandal" with Liang Chihui and rumors of a "secret meeting in another province."
Liang Jishen's face was grim. He pulled off the bath towel to wrap her up, then carried her sideways back to the room.
He Sang climbed onto the bed, turned over and faced away from him.
The skin on her neck was as white as snow and jade, with the bright bite marks, and there was a rich and lewd smell in the quiet moonlight.
Liang Jishen thought back to her first time. He hadn't initially asked her if she'd had any men before. He assumed she had. The drama world wasn't as chaotic as the entertainment industry, but compared to the average person's, it was filled with the glittering temptations of fame and fortune. Investors, deans, wealthy sponsors—few young, beautiful women could resist. However, Liang Jishen had inquired about He Sang, and he knew she was relatively clean. Even if she had a history, it had been with fewer men than a handful, which he could barely accept.
As a result, she cried so hard and bled profusely, her legs and the bed sheet were all on her body, and she curled up in his arms.
Liang Jishen had experienced so many thrilling moments in his life that he could barely remember them all. If he tried, ten brains wouldn't be enough to hold them all. The only thing he remembered vividly was He Sang that night, and the surging emotions he felt that night.
He didn't value her first man. He valued her simplicity and purity, and she never asked him for more. Zhou Kun once took the virginity of a girl. The girl was a small model who had just entered the industry, shooting studio advertisements and playing supporting roles in film crews. The girl wanted to play the second female lead in a small-scale web drama. Her agent was looking for investors and found Zhou Kun's friend. His friend figured that Zhou Kun liked pure young women, so he introduced her to him. Zhou Kun was indeed attracted to her. The girl kept saying that she had no experience in sex, but Zhou Kun loved her like a treasure. Then his friend happened to talk to a colleague of the girl in the modeling circle, who said that her hymen was repaired and she had undergone three or four operations. She only targeted simple second-generation men.
After that, Zhou Kun's taste in choosing girlfriends changed, and he started to like the type with big wavy hair.
Restricted by their environment, they couldn't get in touch with any good girls. The ones they met were either small stars, small models, or top masters in the love field. It would be a lie to say that Liang Jishen was not shocked that he could get someone as well-behaved as He Sang.
He Sang was sobbing at this moment. He was upset and his temper had softened.
"Still hurts?"
No response.
He reached out and touched the bite mark. Her skin was fragile and tender, so he had indeed bitten her a little too hard. The tooth mark was slightly red and swollen, and the depth of the bite would take about three to five days to fade.
"Apply some medicine?"
He Sang pulled the pillow to block the back of his head, refusing to let him touch it.
Liang Jishen suddenly laughed, as stubborn as he could be.
"Are you excited? Is it your fault or mine?"
He Sangmeng hid in the quilt, his shoulders twitching.
After a while, the man turned on the desk lamp, found the medical kit, parted the hair on her neck, and applied a layer of ointment with a cotton swab.
She tensed.
"pain?"
"Um..."
Liang Jishen calmed down and his movements became softer. "Does it hurt?"
He Sang stopped sobbing.
After applying the medicine, he went to wash up, returned to the room, turned off the lights and hugged her. In the deep moonlight, He Sang's eyelashes trembled, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, and she slept uneasily. Liang Jishen did not pursue what happened in the evening.
......
The next morning, He Sang woke up and went downstairs. There were three men sitting in the living room.
In the center was Liang Yanzhang, on the right was Liang Jishen, and she didn't recognize the man on the left. He was in his fifties or sixties, wearing glasses, and had the air of a dignified scholar.
It’s Chiang Kai-shek.
He looked at He Sang carefully. She was quite lovely, with black eyes and quite smart. No wonder her stage name was Shui Ling.
Regarding the scandal with Liang Lao Er, the outside world described her as fickle, coquettish and wanton, but it seems that there was some exaggeration.
Given Liang Jishen's temper, he would never tolerate a woman who was restless.
He Sang turned to go back to the bedroom, but Liang Yanzhang called her, "Xiao He."
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