Chapter 55
"We'll be face to face in a bit, then you can see me all you want."
Cheng Jiamo got together with He Qingzhao last October, but they actually had sex in mid-December.
When they first got together, He Qingzhao was eager to do "that," but she didn't agree.
Later, He Qingzhao went on a business trip to another city for half a month. During that half month, they did not contact each other, and she thought that their relationship had ended silently.
As a result, He Qingzhao came back to find her again, and they made a one-month agreement. A month later, the two of them were officially together.
Although they hadn't been together for very long, Cheng Jiamo still had some understanding of He Qingzhao, at least in bed.
In her opinion, although He Qingzhao looked refined, aloof and indifferent, he was actually very lustful, so much so that she even thought he was addicted to that kind of thing.
Otherwise, she really couldn't understand why he was so enthusiastic about that kind of thing, to the point of madness, always so greedy and never satisfied.
He Qingzhao said she was his first love, his first woman, but now she's starting to doubt the truthfulness of his words.
Judging from his appearance, he doesn't seem like someone who has never been in a relationship.
After coming out of the bathroom, Cheng Jiamo lazily lay on the quilt, her damp hair hanging down the side of the bed, while He Qingzhao sat beside her and dried her hair.
He Qingzhao has a pair of very beautiful hands, with long, slender fingers, distinct knuckles, and large palms. When he doesn't exert any force, the veins on the back of his hands are barely visible under the skin, but when he does, they bulge out, exuding the power of a mature man.
At this moment, he held a hairdryer in one hand and scooped up her soft, damp hair with the other, shaking the hairdryer from the ends of her hair. The veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly, but not very noticeably. This only made him seem more sensual, with a cool and aloof sensuality.
Through the gaps in her hair, Cheng Jiamo saw his sexy fingers peeking out from under her hair. Images of him using that hand to cause trouble flashed through her mind, and her heart warmed. She couldn't help but pinch his fingers.
He Qingzhao flicked his finger, sweeping it across her palm: "Lie still, don't move around."
Cheng Jiamo ignored him, rolled over, and lay on his lap, looking up at him: "I want to look at you."
He Qingzhao smiled helplessly, his smile full of doting: "It's inconvenient for me to blow when you're like this."
Cheng Jiamo shook her head: "I don't care, you just have to dry it for me."
He Qingzhao pinched the tip of her small, delicate nose: "Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Cheng Jiamo grabbed his hand: "No, I really just wanted to look at you."
He Qingzhao took the opportunity to grab her hand: "Then we'll face each other in a bit, and I'll let you see enough."
Cheng Jiamo flung his hand away: "He Qingzhao, I now suspect you're lying to me."
"What am I lying to you about?" He Qingzhao gently brushed aside the soft downy hairs on her hairline with his thumb.
Under the light, his jade-like face was incredibly gentle, and his originally sharp phoenix eyes were now narrowed into a gentle curve, filled with deep and intense affection.
"Momo, I've never lied to you."
He smiled affectionately, "Even if I have to deceive the whole world, I will never deceive you."
They say a man's drunkenness can bring tears to your eyes.
However, He Qingzhao did not drink any alcohol tonight, not even a drop.
Cheng Jiamo was bewildered. She didn't know if the man was acting or if these were his true feelings when he was deeply in love.
"He Qingzhao, are you really not lying to me?"
He Qingzhao smiled and stroked her face: "If you want to know anything, you can just ask. I will tell you anything you want to know."
Cheng Jiamo finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Have you really only ever been with me?"
He Qingzhao: "Of course. There is only one. You are the first and the only one. There was no one before you and there will be no one after you."
Cheng Jiamo bit her lip: "But you are clearly, clearly so lustful, how could you not have dated other women before me?"
He Qingzhao picked her up, wrapped his arms around her petite and soft body, and nuzzled her neck with his chin: "Because I only have that kind of desire for you, not for anyone else."
Cheng Jiamo wanted to retort, but before she could even utter a word, He Qingzhao cut her off.
Cheng Jiamo pushed him away: "My hair isn't dry yet."
He Qingzhao rubbed her lower back, his voice already hoarse: "It'll dry after a little exercise."
Cheng Jiamo bit his neck in embarrassment, watching his Adam's apple bob, sexy and sharp. Her heart itched, and she opened her mouth to hold his protruding Adam's apple in her mouth. She felt his sharp Adam's apple bobbing on her tongue, and her heart itched even more. Even her teeth itched, and she couldn't help but bite him lightly.
A low, hoarse groan came from above her head, and the large hand gripping her waist tightened suddenly, making her feel dizzy.
He Qingzhao pulled her over, rolled over, and pressed her down, kissing her lips fiercely and urgently.
Pillows, dolls, combs, hairbands, eye massagers, and a book that Cheng Jiamo had placed on the bed were all swept to the floor.
Cheng Jiamo lay on her back, her long, smooth, black hair hanging down beside the bed, swinging wildly, drying faster than if she had used a hairdryer.
He Qingzhao gripped her legs tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his eyes glowing with a bewitching red, his gaze wild and fierce, carrying a ruthless force that seemed to want to destroy her.
“He…He Qing…He Qingzhao…” Cheng Jiamo’s soft voice was tinged with a sob, and she spoke haltingly, “You, you really didn’t lie to me?”
She had forcibly regained a sliver of rationality and couldn't help but test him again.
He Qingzhao was so angry he laughed: "Honey, don't ask anything that's going to spoil the mood right now, otherwise..."
He narrowed his eyes, a cold and ruthless glint in them.
Cheng Jiamo deliberately challenged him, taking a deep breath and emphasizing, "Otherwise what?"
He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and he surrendered without warning.
This enraged him completely. He picked her up, hugged her tightly, and buried his face in her shoulder, biting her deeply.
Cheng Jiamo pushed him: "Let go."
He Qingzhao changed to a granular one and carried her directly to the single sofa by the window.
"Waaaaah..."
For the next forty minutes or so, Cheng Jiamo would occasionally let out a howl, but when that didn't work, she would cry and beg for mercy. When that didn't work either, she would hit, grab, and pinch him.
He Qingzhao's skin is also fair, a cool white, so the scratches and bite marks are very obvious.
Just as Cheng Jiamo felt like she was about to faint, He Qingzhao's phone suddenly rang. Her eyes lit up as if she had seen a savior, and she excitedly patted him hard: "He Qingzhao, He Qingzhao, your phone is ringing, go answer it."
He Qingzhao picked her up and quickly walked to the table to pick up his phone.
He held Cheng Jiamo in one arm, still holding her firmly, but his arm was tauter, and he would occasionally pull her closer to his chest.
Seeing that the caller ID was Zhao Qingman, he didn't answer and hung up.
Cheng Jiamo turned her head to see who had hit her, but as soon as she turned her face away, He Qingzhao quickly pressed her face against his chest.
"Who called you?" Cheng Jiamo asked softly, nestled in his arms.
He Qingzhao: "An insurance salesman."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao carried Cheng Jiamo back to the sofa again. This time, he sat on the sofa and she sat on his lap.
Perhaps due to excessive exercise, Cheng Jiamo, who usually had poor sleep quality, fell asleep quickly tonight. She closed her eyes and fell asleep as soon as it was over. He Qingzhao did the aftercare.
After cleaning up, He Qingzhao lay down next to Cheng Jiamo, reached out and hugged her, turning her face towards him so that her face was pressed against his side.
He knew Cheng Jiaming had poor sleep quality, so he made extra efforts several times to help her fall asleep faster. And once she fell asleep, she always habitually snuggled close to him, which helped her sleep more soundly.
After taking good care of Cheng Jiamo, he picked up his phone to check the message from Zhao Qingman.
Zhao Qingman's English name is Iulia, and that's also her nickname on all her social media platforms.
The chat conversation contained only two sentences; the rest were pictures: ten pictures of wedding dresses and seven pictures of suits.
Iulia: [I know you're busy, so I didn't ask you to come when I went to order my wedding dress during the day. I had Yilan come with me instead. I also picked out a few suits for you while I was there. I wonder if any of them suited your taste?]
Iulia: [Shy cat.jpg]
Iulia: [Which wedding dress do you think looks best on me?]
HE: [It's just a formality, no need to take it so seriously.]
After replying, He Qingzhao looked down at Cheng Jiamo. The little girl's face was pressed against his side, her little face was flushed from sleeping, and her pink lips unconsciously rubbed against his waist. They were soft and tender, and the rubbing made his heart melt.
He raised his hand and gently covered the back of her head, stroking her head softly, again and again, as if he were caressing a rare treasure.
Iulia: [Although we're not actually married, only you and I know this. To outsiders, it looks like we are.]
Iulia: [Besides, whether it's real or not, this is my first time wearing a wedding dress. Zhao-ge, I don't want to have any regrets.]
He Qingzhao didn't reply. He didn't want to, and was unwilling to, praise any woman other than Cheng Jiamo.
In his eyes, only Cheng Jiamo was the most beautiful; everyone else looked the same, so it didn't matter whether they were beautiful or not.
Iulia: [Which suit do you like?]
He Qingzhao didn't even look at it, and replied directly: "I have a suit, no need to choose one for me."
Choosing a suit requires his size, which is too private for him; he would never let any other woman know except for Cheng Jiamo.
Iulia: [Okay, then I'll order mine. Goodnight, Zhao-ge.]
He Qingzhao did not reply and deleted all chat history.
He put down his phone, irritably touched his mouth, and realized he was craving a cigarette.
Just then, Cheng Jiamo turned over, and He Qingzhao casually grabbed a bathrobe and put it on. He then quietly got out of bed, picked up the cigarette case and lighter from the table, and went to the balcony to smoke.
Midnight.
The nights in the capital are both bustling and desolate.
He Qingzhao sat on the sunshade chair, leaning back with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His hand rested on the armrest, his long, slender fingers hanging lazily. He had shed his usual aloofness and arrogance, and now exuded a sense of world-weary weariness.
The cigarette dangling from his mouth flickered, sometimes red, sometimes dark, and the smoke swirled around his eyes, making them squint slightly.
He took the cigarette off with two fingers when it was almost finished, and exhaled a deep puff of cold white smoke.
He threw the half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray, picked up his phone and mashed it in the ashtray like he was pounding garlic, extinguishing and crushing the cigarette butt, mixing the ash and tobacco into a clump, until he had broken the glass ashtray in two. Only then did he pick up the phone and the broken ashtray together and throw it on the ground.
The commotion was too loud, so after throwing it, he hurriedly looked into the room and saw that Cheng Jiamo was still asleep before leaning back in his chair.
After a while, he bent down, picked up the phone, and twirled it between two fingers.
The phone spun rapidly on the tea table, and when it stopped, the corner that had hit the ashtray pointed into the room, right in the direction of the bed.
He Qingzhao laughed, stood up and went back to the bedroom. He gently lay down next to Cheng Jiamo, hugged her and kissed her.
"Momo, I love you."
He hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek: "You love me so much too, you'll understand me."
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