Chapter 44
◎If you can't do it seven times, you'll have to call me "older sister"!
The chandelier and wall lamps in the master bedroom on the second floor were all on, making it as bright as day.
Cheng Jiamo lay flat on her back, feeling extremely ashamed. She covered her eyes with her arm and said in a coquettish voice, "Turn it off, He Qingzhao, turn off the light."
He Qingzhao removed her arm, picked up the blue striped tie next to her, grabbed her two fair hands, and looped the tie around her slender wrists, binding her hands. One end of the tie was tied to the bedpost.
Cheng Jiamo twisted and tried to break free, but couldn't. Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and anger, and even the corners of her eyes were flushed with a rouge-like blush.
She bit her lip and kicked him: "He Qingzhao, don't tie me up, untie me."
He Qingzhao pressed down on her restless calves with one hand and pulled off the bath towel on her body with the other.
Under the light, Cheng Jiamo was all white, so white that it shimmered with a watery sheen, so white and tender, like the finest mutton fat jade.
He Qingzhao looked at her with burning eyes, his greed undisguised, as if fire was leaping in his eyes.
Cheng Jiamo was burned by his gaze; her cheeks burned, her heart burned, a burning and itchy sensation that made her feel numb.
He Qingzhao lowered his head to kiss her face, lightly touching it before quickly pulling away. He then lowered his head to kiss her neck, his hot lips landing on her fair and delicate skin, sucking and releasing intermittently, kissing her with utmost tenderness and affection.
Cheng Jiaming was on the verge of tears. She squirmed uncomfortably and called out to him in a soft, sobbing voice, "He Qingzhao, He Qingzhao..."
She called his name again and again, her voice tender and moving.
He Qingzhao lifted his head from her neck, his fingertips lightly tracing the moist and tender lips. Looking at her increasingly flushed face, he suddenly thrust hard into her warm and tight cavity.
His two fingers were tightly wrapped by her tender lips, making his scalp tingle with pleasure, and he wished he could immediately replace his fingers.
Cheng Jiamo's eyes were misty with tears, her gaze was unfocused, her small mouth was slightly open, and she was breathing softly.
Outside, a fierce wind was blowing so hard that it almost snapped the tree branches, while inside, He Qingzhao seemed to be trying to outdo the wind.
"He Qingzhao, He Qingzhao..." Cheng Jiamo cried as she hugged He Qingzhao's neck, snuggling against his face and pleading, "I'm so sleepy, shall we go to sleep?"
He Qingzhao curled her finger and scraped it hard against her moist, pink lips, then smirked, "Oh no, I haven't even started yet."
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He Qingzhao got up at six o'clock, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then worked out in the gym on the first floor. He took a shower after working out at seven o'clock, ate breakfast at seven-thirty, and changed his clothes. By then it was already eight o'clock, and Cheng Jiamo still hadn't gotten up.
He pushed open the bedroom door and saw a small ball curled up on the bed. The little girl was lying on her side, completely covered by the blanket, with her head almost tucked inside.
So cute! How can there be such an adorable and well-behaved girl? She's so cute that he's tempted to do something illegal.
At that moment, a bizarre and absurd thought arose in He Qingzhao's mind: he wanted to hide the little girl lying on his bed in the South Garden, so that only he could see her.
Having witnessed her delicate and alluring appearance at night, he could no longer bear the gazes of other men upon her; it made him want to gouge out their eyes.
Cheng Jiamo was still asleep, her lips slightly pouting, sleeping soundly and peacefully.
He Qingzhao snapped out of her forbidden thoughts, glanced at her watch, and saw that it was already 8:10. If she wasn't woken up soon, she wouldn't be able to attend her classes this morning.
"Honey, wake up." He walked to the bedside and gently patted her face. "It's past eight o'clock, get up quickly."
Cheng Jiamo opened her eyes groggily and saw He Qingzhao's face magnified in her vision. She sat up abruptly, and the movement caused her to gasp.
She didn't need to look to know it was swollen again, even more swollen than last time. Not only that, her eyes were swollen too, from crying. Last night, from 10 pm to 12:30 am, for more than two hours, she cried almost the whole time. At first, it was because of the pain, then it was because of the pleasure, and finally she cried a bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Looking at her adorable appearance after just waking up, He Qingzhao felt a tightness in his stomach, his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and he said in a low voice, "A little after eight."
Cheng Jiamo quickly threw off the covers and hurriedly got out of bed: "Why did it take you so long to wake me? If I had been late, I would never come here again."
When He Qingzhao heard her say that she would never come again, she hurriedly grabbed some clothes for her and chased after her to hand them over, saying, "Don't panic, you won't be late."
Cheng Jiamo quickly changed her clothes, washed her face and brushed her teeth. After washing, she simply wiped her face and rushed out the door, even eating breakfast in the car.
He Qingzhao never eats in his car, nor does he allow anyone to eat in his car, but today he made an exception and took the initiative to bring breakfast to the car for Cheng Jiamo to eat.
Cheng Jiamo didn't think much of it and started eating, holding bread in one hand and milk in the other.
He Qingzhao drove very fast so she wouldn't be late, and driving fast during rush hour makes it easy for accidents to happen.
With a sudden stop, Cheng Jiamo's hand gripping the milk carton tightened abruptly, causing the milk to spray out and land right on her face, then slide down her face and drip onto her legs.
He Qingzhao glanced to the side, and the scene from last night inappropriately came to mind: the last time, he hadn't worn it, and it got on her face.
The little girl was both angry and ashamed. She cried, kicked and pinched him, and said that if he did it again, she would never let him touch her again. He held her and comforted her for a long time until she fell asleep before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Cheng Jiamo saw He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bob rapidly a few times, and she knew without asking that he must be thinking about the bad things he had done last night.
She didn't say anything, wiped the milk off her face with a tissue, turned her head away, bit the straw, and drank the rest of the milk in one gulp. After finishing, she shook the carton to make sure it was empty before throwing it into the trash bag.
This time, He Qingzhao didn't park at the school gate, but drove straight into the school and to the teaching building where Cheng Jiamo had her classes.
Cheng Jiamo originally wanted to stop it, but she held back in the end.
He Qingzhao wanted to make their relationship public and didn't want to hide it. If she tried to stop him, it would definitely upset him, so she decided to let him be.
Anyway, they are a normal boyfriend and girlfriend, dating normally, there's nothing shameful about it, and even if they break up in the future, it's a normal thing.
However, He Qingzhao's car was too luxurious, a customized Bentley. It caused a sensation as soon as it entered the school. Those who didn't know it didn't care, but those who did would take a few glances.
Fortunately, college students are the most well-mannered group. Even if some individuals are curious, they won't stop to watch. They'll just glance at them and leave.
Cheng Jiamo got out of the car and waved to him: "Bye-bye, I'm going to class."
He Qingzhao: "I'll pick you up this afternoon."
Cheng Jiamo asked in surprise, "Again?"
He Qingzhao asked with a smile, "Do you want it to be once every night, or seven times a night?"
Cheng Jiamo's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean?"
He Qingzhao rested his elbow on the car window, looking at her lazily: "If we live together every day, then once a night, twice at most. If we can only have Friday and Saturday nights, then we'll make up for the five days of the week."
Cheng Jiamo glanced at the time; there were still ten minutes before class, so she didn't rush to leave and continued arguing with him.
"I'll be on vacation in a month. After winter break, I'll stay with you every day, okay?"
He Qingzhao smiled gently and said, "I never force anyone; the decision is yours."
Cheng Jiamo softened her tone: "If I choose to stay at your place on Friday or Saturday, is that okay?"
He Qingzhao replied calmly, "Of course."
Cheng Jiamo breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then..."
He Qingzhao: "Then seven times in one night."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao reached out and patted her head: "Good girl, go to class."
Cheng Jiamo gritted her teeth in anger: "He Qingzhao, don't talk big. I don't believe you can really do it seven times a night! If you can't do it seven times a night, then you, you have to call me sister! Not only do you have to call me sister, but you also have to say that your brother is a slut."
She puffed out her cheeks and glared at him with a cute but fierce look.
He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "You'd better hope this week goes by slowly."
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