Chapter 16
I want to kiss her fiercely.
Cheng Jiamo realized He Qingzhao's intention and instantly came to her senses. She forcefully pulled her hand back, her whole body resisting.
She thought she could accept it, and said she wasn't afraid when He Qingzhao tested her several times. But when the moment actually came, she found that she couldn't accept it at all.
Ultimately, she wasn't familiar with He Qingzhao at all, and she couldn't bring herself to do that kind of thing with a man she didn't know.
"Waaah..."
She whimpered sharply like a frightened cat, twisting her body and struggling desperately.
He Qingzhao grabbed her hand and pressed it under his belt, then lowered his head and bit her lips hard.
Cheng Jiamo's lips were bitten painfully, and coupled with He Qingzhao's terrifying look that seemed to want to devour her, she completely broke down, and tears streamed down her face.
But she didn't cry out loud; she just pursed her lips and wept silently.
Looking at her red, swollen eyes, He Qingzhao felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if pricked by needles.
"I'm sorry." He released her hand, took two steps back, and resumed his refined and scholarly demeanor.
Cheng Jiamo didn't speak, nor did she look at him again.
She no longer liked He Qingzhao's fake gentlemanly behavior, and even disliked him somewhat.
He hugged her, kissed her, tore off her clothes and drew on her body, and she endured it all. Even though she was very nervous and afraid, she did not refuse him.
But he actually grabbed her hand and touched it, even though it was through her pants, it was still very inappropriate!
Moreover, this was not his original intention. He wanted to unbuckle his belt so that she could touch him without any obstacles. It was only because she resisted fiercely that he hurriedly pulled her hand and placed it under the belt.
She remembered his unintentional act of kindness for three years.
I thought he was a beacon of light, but it turns out he's no different from Qi Yingjie in essence.
Compared to Qi Yingjie, he is more hateful.
Qi Yingjie was wicked in the open; she knew clearly that Qi Yingjie was bad and was on guard from the very beginning.
However, He Qingzhao was different. He wore a gentlemanly and refined exterior, which disarmed her completely. Knowing that she respected and appreciated him, he deliberately used her gratitude to entice her to do these things.
The more she thought about it, the more upset she became, and a great sorrow welled up in her heart.
The light she had carefully nurtured for three years was shattered in that instant.
He Qingzhao looked at her eyes, which always sparkled whenever she saw him, but now they were filled with tears, and her gaze was dull and lifeless.
He felt a dull ache in his heart, a bittersweet feeling that he couldn't quite describe; he just felt terrible.
"Cheng Jiamo." He knelt down in front of her, gently stroked her face with the back of his hand, wiped away her tears, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
Cheng Jiamo tilted her head and looked out the window, still remaining silent.
She doesn't want to say a word to him right now.
He Qingzhao took off his white shirt and wrapped it around her, then cupped half of her face with his large hand and turned her face to face.
"Will you wash it yourself, or should I wash it for you?"
Cheng Jiamo sniffed and said in a soft voice, "I'll wash it myself."
“Okay.” He Qingzhao picked her up in one go.
Cheng Jiamo's body suddenly rose into the air, and in the weightlessness, she instinctively hugged his neck.
He Qingzhao smiled and carried her to the bathroom.
When they arrived at the bathroom, Cheng Jiamo pulled her white shirt tighter around her neck and looked at him timidly.
He Qingzhao taught her how to use the smart shower, then turned and walked out, gentlemanly closing the door behind him.
Cheng Jiamo locked the door from the inside, loosened her shirt, and stood in front of the washbasin. Looking at the peony on her chest in the mirror, her cheeks couldn't help but burn.
The warm touch still seems to linger.
He Qingzhao stood on the balcony smoking, one cigarette after another, until he had smoked two in a row.
The cool, minty scent stimulated his lungs and calmed him down.
In matters of sex, he never considered himself a lustful person; on the contrary, he was rather indifferent.
He had lived for twenty-seven years without ever having sexual intercourse, and he rarely even masturbated.
However, today he acted like a lustful old rogue, so eager and vulgar that even he himself despised him. No wonder the little girl was frightened and cried.
Just as he was about to light his third cigarette, his cell phone rang in the living room.
He didn't rush to answer; after lighting the cigarette, he put it in his mouth and casually returned to the living room.
Cheng Jiamo came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel and immediately saw He Qingzhao smoking a cigarette. When she met his deep and dark gaze, her body trembled involuntarily, and her exposed white shoulders turned pink under his gaze.
He Qingzhao took the cigarette from between his lips with two fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing, and turned to answer the phone.
Cheng Jiamo quickly went to the bedroom, sat on the bed, covered her body with the quilt, leaving only her head sticking out.
A moment later, He Qingzhao walked to the bedroom door, but didn't go in. Standing at the door, he said to her, "I have something to do and need to go back."
Cheng Jiamo responded softly, "Oh, okay."
He Qingzhao asked, "Can we go in?"
Cheng Jiamo nodded slightly: "Okay."
He Qingzhao walked into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted her head.
"Don't be afraid."
Cheng Jiamo lowered her eyes, staring at the silver patterns on the white satin quilt.
He Qingzhao withdrew his hand and said in a low voice, "It's already very late today, so I won't take you back to school. I'll take you tomorrow morning."
Cheng Jiamo replied softly, "Okay."
He Qingzhao got up and opened the cabinet opposite the bed: "The clothes have all been washed, you can wear them directly."
Cheng Jiamo looked up and saw a closet full of seasonal clothes: skirts, pants, innerwear, coats, all kinds of styles, as well as shoes, hats, bags, etc. to match the clothes and pants.
When did you have it prepared?
She stayed at the hotel all afternoon, but no one came in.
He Qingzhao closed the cabinet door, walked back to the bedside, and sat down in front of her.
"Don't feel pressured. You're my girlfriend. If I don't buy it for you, who will I buy it for?" He lowered his head, got close to her face, and looked at her affectionately. "Momo, you are my first love and my first girlfriend."
A hint of surprise flashed in Cheng Jiamo's eyes as she looked at him in disbelief.
He Qingzhao said she was his first love and his first girlfriend.
How is that possible?
Is he joking?
Seeing that she didn't believe him, He Qingzhao moved closer to her, getting even closer.
"I'm not lying to you." He raised his hand and gently stroked her head. "I have no reason to lie to you."
Cheng Jiamo thought about it and agreed. Someone like He Qingzhao had no need to put on a pure and innocent persona in front of her.
But he must be quite old, right?
Out of curiosity, she asked in a low voice, "He Qingzhao, if I may ask, how old are you this year..."
Before she could finish her question, He Qingzhao blurted out, "Twenty-seven, eight years older than you."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
She knew He Qingzhao was older than her, but she thought he was at most five or six years older. She never expected him to be eight years older!
The main reason is that he lacks a sense of age; subconsciously, she thinks he's not much older than her.
He Qingzhao smiled: "You think I'm too old?"
Cheng Jiamo didn't mind, but she did feel that He Qingzhao was a bit too much older than her.
She shook her head: "No. You're twenty-seven, not seventy-two, how could you be old?" Then she pulled the blanket up a little more. "Didn't you have to go home?"
He Qingzhao smiled helplessly at her wary look: "I haven't coaxed you yet. I'll leave after I've coaxed you."
Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips, lowered her head and said softly, "You don't need to coax me. I'm not angry. I can't accept that kind of thing yet, mainly because we're not very familiar with each other."
He Qingzhao touched her face, his voice gentle and deep: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."
Cheng Jiamo is easily swayed by gentleness but not by force. When He Qingzhao uses force, she resists it from the bottom of her heart, but when He Qingzhao is gentle, she lowers her guard.
“He Qingzhao.” She reached out and hugged him, resting her face on his shoulder. “You are also my first love, my first boyfriend.”
He Qingzhao looked at her tender, lotus-root-like arms, his eyes darkening, and he forced himself to turn his head away, suppressing his impulse.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he called her in a hoarse voice, "Momo."
Cheng Jiamo let go of his hand, then shrank back into the quilt, and smiled gently at him, "If you have something to do, then go quickly. I'm fine, you don't need to worry."
Her smile was sweet and innocent, but He Qingzhao found it extremely irritating.
The girl was gentle, considerate, and understanding. Logically, he should have been happy, but he couldn't feel happy at all.
He wanted her to hold him, to cry and cling to him, to whine and beg him not to leave.
But he couldn't bring himself to say such a thought aloud.
Seeing her expectantly waiting for him to leave, he felt a tightness in his chest, a tightness that made him want to force himself on her, to kiss her fiercely, to make her cry and beg him beneath him.
Although he had a hundred ways in mind to make her cry, he remained calm and composed on his face.
Cheng Jiamo felt her heart soften when she saw He Qingzhao looking at her with a deep and melancholy gaze.
"He Qingzhao, what's wrong? Is there something you want to say?" She tugged at He Qingzhao's arm.
He Qingzhao smiled bitterly, then lowered his head, arching his back to reveal his sexy, protruding pubic hair.
Cheng Jiamo quickly supported his arm and asked with concern, "He Qingzhao, what's wrong?"
He Qingzhao sighed: "Sigh, I didn't want to tell you this, after all, those things..."
He deliberately lowered his voice to make it sound deeper and more magnetic.
Cheng Jiamo hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
He Qingzhao looked up at her and gave a bitter smile: "It's nothing." He stood up. "I'm leaving. You should get some rest."
Cheng Jiamo noticed that the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his gaze was broken and sorrowful.
She felt very distressed and heartbroken watching it.
"He Qingzhao." She didn't care that she was only wrapped in a bath towel, she quickly crawled out of bed and reached out to hug his waist. "He Qingzhao, don't go."
He Qingzhao turned his back, silently curled the corners of his mouth, and continued to sigh: "Alas, I can't stay here. I'm afraid I won't be able to resist doing something shameless. I can't do that. I can't hurt you."
Cheng Jiamo completely let down her guard and tightly wrapped her arms around his lean waist and abdomen.
"It's okay, I...I'm not afraid."
He Qingzhao patted the back of her hand: "Momo, let go. I really don't want to hurt you."
Cheng Jiamo hugged him even tighter, rubbing her face against his taut back, and said firmly, "I won't let go."
He Qingzhao's eyes and brows were filled with joy. He pressed the corners of his mouth down again and again, trying hard not to laugh out loud, and said in a sincere tone.
"Momo, you are the most innocent, kindest, and most beautiful girl I have ever met. Three years ago, I just helped you out. It was nothing to me, no different from rescuing a cat or dog on the street. I didn't even remember you afterward, but you always remembered it. You even went to Beijing to study for me and waited for me for three years."
"Before I met you, I had never felt this kind of sincere love."
"Your sincerity and kindness touched me, and I couldn't help but fall for you. You're the only girl who has ever made my heart flutter, and the only girl who has ever truly been good to me. I don't want to lose you, so..."
At this point, he took the opportunity to explain.
"I acted that way just now because I couldn't control myself, and because I wanted to have you quickly; I was afraid of losing you."
The highest level of lying is not lying, but that every word he says is true, yet when these truths are put together, they form a colossal lie.
Cheng Jiamo believed it, and was even deeply moved.
Faced with He Qingzhao, a cunning and treacherous political and business tycoon, she was utterly powerless to fight back.
"He Qingzhao." Her eyes were red as she turned to face him, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed his lips.
He Qingzhao put his arm around her waist and was about to lean down to press her down when his phone rang.
He frowned as he answered the phone: "Hello."
He Rong'an said indifferently, "If you don't want that girl to be affected, come back right now."
He Qingzhao hung up the phone with a sullen face, then kissed Cheng Jiamo on the corner of her lips: "You go to sleep first, I'll come over when I'm done with my work."
[Author's Note]
He Qingzhao was initially indifferent, only interested in physical intimacy; it was a case of lust at first sight. Only later did she truly fall in love, gradually becoming entangled and driven mad by love.
Jia Mo was the complete opposite. Because He Qingzhao had saved her, she initially had a soft spot for him and had a high level of affection for him. However, as they spent more time together and got to know each other better, her goodwill was completely destroyed.
The two will separate, and then Boss He will pursue his wife. [Various online comments follow, seemingly unrelated to the main story.]
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