Chapter 56
"How about I give you everything?"
As Cheng Jiamo entered the second semester of her sophomore year, her classes increased. Unfortunately, many of her classes were in the morning, and three out of five days a week, the mornings were completely full of classes.
Ding Qiaoqiao complained more than once that the person who scheduled the classes was a freak, saying that the person who scheduled the classes was deliberately going against them and making it impossible for them to sleep in.
Because he had many classes in the morning, He Qingzhao asked Cheng Jiamo to stay at his place, but she refused without hesitation.
Staying at his place meant she inevitably had to have sex with him every night. After each time, she would sleep until after ten o'clock the next day. A few times, he indulged himself too much, causing her to sleep until three or four in the afternoon.
She wouldn't dare to do it on rest days, but during class time, she simply wouldn't dare, because then she wouldn't be able to attend classes normally.
After she refused, she thought He Qingzhao would try to persuade her for a while, since given his domineering behavior, he would not let her off easily. Unexpectedly, he readily agreed.
The next day, He Qingzhao took her to Yanyunfang, a high-end apartment building, which was only one kilometer away from their school.
The car stopped in the plaza in front of the apartment building. Cheng Jiamo turned to look at He Qingzhao and asked, "You didn't buy a house here, did you?"
He Qingzhao locked the car, put his arm around her waist, and walked towards the gate: "Smart."
Cheng Jiamo smiled helplessly: "Isn't two nights a week pretty good?" She muttered under her breath, "I really don't understand how you can be so addicted to that kind of thing."
He Qingzhao's arms tightened around her waist suddenly. He lowered his head, gently biting her soft, white earlobe, and said in a low, husky voice, "Is it my fault?"
Cheng Jiamo trembled as he bit her, and leaned weakly against his chest.
He Qingzhao kissed her ear: "It's your fault for being too tempting, you've got me hooked."
Cheng Jiamo pinched his waist: "We're outside, be serious."
He Qingzhao laughed out loud, put his arm around her waist and rubbed it: "You're the one who provoked me."
Cheng Jiamo fell silent; she couldn't win an argument with him.
He Qingzhao bought a large single-level apartment of 200 square meters, with a total area of 205 square meters, 3 bedrooms, 2 living rooms and 3 bathrooms. He converted the other two secondary bedrooms into a study and a gym.
The interior design is in the style of modern Chinese. A bamboo curtain hangs on the crescent-shaped archway between the living room and the dining room. The tea room is separated from the living room by a screen with ink painting. The tea room features a dry landscape garden and calligraphy and paintings by famous artists are hung on the walls.
Cheng Jiamo admitted that she really liked it; the style of the apartment was exactly what she wanted. She had been smiling ever since she entered the house, her upturned lips impossible to suppress.
"He Qingzhao." Cheng Jiamo hugged his waist with a smile, twisting and turning coquettishly, "When did you buy it? When did you renovate it? Why didn't you tell me?"
He Qingzhao picked her up, sat her on the sofa, and weighed her in his arms: "I bought it when you agreed to date me. The renovation wasn't finished until February."
“February,” Cheng Jiamo said, lowering her head, “but we had already broken up by then.”
He Qingzhao brushed aside her messy hair and said in a low, gentle voice, "This house is yours."
Cheng Jiamo looked up at him in surprise: "Mine?"
He Qingzhao opened the coffee table drawer and took out the property certificate, which had Cheng Jiamo's name on it.
Cheng Jiamo was even more surprised: "How come the house is in my name? Don't I need to sign when buying a house?"
He Qingzhao smiled gently and said, "I'll sign it for you."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and didn't ask any more questions. For an ordinary person like her, buying a house was a huge deal, requiring going through all sorts of procedures, but for He Qingzhao, it was nothing.
She looked at the property certificate again and again, and suddenly her nose stung with tears. She quickly hugged He Qingzhao's neck, and tears streamed down her face, falling onto his shoulder.
"He Qingzhao, thank you." She sniffed and said in a choked voice, "I know this makes me sound cheesy, but I'm really touched."
He Qingzhao felt a sharp pain in his chest and gently patted her back: "No, Momo is extraordinary. My Momo is the best."
Cheng Jiamo cried even harder, her tears soaking his shoulder, her voice thick with sobs: "My father passed away when I was seven. I went with my mother to my maternal grandmother's house in Qucheng. Not long after, my mother remarried, and I lived at my grandmother's house. But I knew that wasn't my home; I was just living in someone else's house. Later, I learned the phrase 'living under someone else's roof,' and I understood my situation."
He Qingzhao felt his heart tighten even more, and a slight pain rose from the tightness.
Cheng Jiamo rolled her face on his shoulder, wiped her tears with his shirt, and continued, choking back sobs, "Later, I left Qucheng with my mother and went to Taijing. After three years of wandering in a foreign land, I finally understood what it meant to be displaced and adrift."
"Momo." He Qingzhao kissed the top of her head, his large hand gently stroking her back, again and again, caressing her slender spine. "Momo, don't cry. This apartment is just for you to stay in temporarily while you're at school. I'll give you another one..."
Cheng Jiamo interrupted him: "No, this house is fine. He Qingzhao, the house you gave me is not just an expensive house, it is also my home, the home you gave me."
She cried until her face was covered in tears, her eyes were red, and the corners of her eyes were as red as peach blossoms in full bloom.
"He Qingzhao, I want to grow up quickly, I want to turn twenty quickly."
Twenty years old is the legal age for marriage.
After saying that, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
She kissed him briefly, then pulled away, looking at him with watery eyes: "He Qingzhao, will you marry someone else in the future?"
Actually, she wanted to ask, "Will you marry me?", but that was too direct, and she was too shy to ask.
He Qingzhao felt a dry, painful sensation in his throat, as if a thorn was stuck there. He couldn't spit it out or swallow it down, and the pain made him unable to speak.
Cheng Jiamo looked at him, staring directly into his dark, inky eyes, eyes that were sometimes sharp and sometimes gentle, and always carrying a gentle, bright smile, no matter what happened.
However, now, those eyes are like a vast starry sky, making her feel that they are very, very far away from her, so distant, so profound, so mysterious. She can only look at them from afar, never able to touch them, let alone enter them.
"I'm sorry." She lowered her head in a flustered and embarrassed manner. "I was just talking nonsense. Please don't take it to heart."
He Qingzhao's heart ached even more, the pain was so intense, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his jawline tightened and then relaxed.
He paused for a moment, then raised his hand and gently patted her head: "Momo, you're still young, marriage is a long way off. We'll talk about it when you're older..."
Cheng Jiamo suddenly looked up and kissed his lips, capturing his sharp, sexy diamond-shaped lips in her mouth, gently biting and rubbing them.
He Qingzhao wrapped one arm around her slender, soft waist and the other around the back of her head, pressing her down and taking the initiative.
He kissed her deeply and forcefully, his kiss churning wildly in her mouth like a storm.
"Momo." He sucked on her soft, petal-like lips, then pulled away, his eyes as deep as an abyss, his voice hoarse and strained, "Momo, say you love me."
Cheng Jiamo's lips trembled slightly, and her voice trembled as well: "I love you. He Qingzhao, I love you."
He Qingzhao lowered his head and kissed her again, sucking on her lips, then releasing them, before burying his face in her neck and biting at her snow-white skin with almost obsessive passion.
"Momo, I love you, I love you." He gripped her waist tightly, his eyes bloodshot, and bit her shoulder with suppressed urges. "Cheng Jiamo, I love you, I fucking love you to death!"
Cheng Jiamo felt a sharp pain in her neck and shoulders, but she couldn't care less; she just wanted more, for him to use more force.
"He Qingzhao, I want you, I want you..."
Before she could finish speaking, He Qingzhao grabbed her waist and bit her hard: "Fine, take it. You don't have to wear it today, you can have it all, okay?"
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