Chapter 1, Chapter 90: "Baby, say you love me..."
Eight and a half years later, Cheng Jiamo returned to Nanyuan. Looking at the familiar plants and trees, a warm feeling welled up in her eyes.
She once regarded this place as a prison and longed to escape it, but now that she has returned, she feels a sense of peace as if she has come home. It's like a wanderer who has been away for many years, tired and weary, finally returning home.
Home?
She was shocked by her own thoughts; she had already considered this place her home and He Qingzhao her escape route.
When she left in a huff back then, she deceived herself and blocked out her true feelings.
"He Qingzhao".
She turned and hugged He Qingzhao's slender waist, burying her face in his chest.
He Qingzhao grabbed her leg with one hand and lifted her up easily, bringing her to his level.
Cheng Jiamo practically sat on his arm, afraid he might drop her, and hurriedly hugged his neck, then patted his shoulder: "Don't hug like that, what if you hurt your back? You're not in your twenties..."
Before she could finish speaking, He Qingzhao patted her on the buttocks.
He Qingzhao tightened his grip on her thighs, smiling as he looked at her: "You think I'm too old?"
Cheng Jiamo met his burning gaze and nervously turned her head away: "No, I was just afraid you'd hurt your back."
In fact, that was what she was thinking, after all, He Qingzhao was already thirty-eight, not twenty-eight.
He Qingzhao chuckled, picked her up and quickly carried her back into the house. He then suddenly pressed her onto the sofa and kissed her lips urgently.
His kiss was swift and forceful, relentless and intense.
Cheng Jiamo's entire mouth was enveloped by him, and even her nose was pressed tightly against his high, straight nose.
Cheng Jiamo felt a strong sense of suffocation, but this suffocation actually gave her a secret yet exciting pleasure, followed by a rapid surge of adrenaline.
Just as this suffocating feeling mixed with pleasure reached its peak, He Qingzhao stepped back, looking at her with dark eyes, his desire restrained yet burning.
Cheng Jiamo was pinned down by him and could clearly feel his reaction. She didn't speak or make any statement, but her body had already responded uncontrollably.
The two looked at each other closely.
One is deep and passionate, the other is delicate and enchanting.
Time seemed to stand still, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.
The cicadas in the trees outside the window started chirping incessantly at that moment, making me feel even more flustered and confused.
Cheng Jiamo's tightly pursed lips parted slightly, but even so, she still felt short of breath, as if He Qingzhao had blocked her mouth and nose again.
Her lips trembled, and she involuntarily tilted her head back, her eyes brimming with tears.
She herself was unaware of how alluring she was at that moment, with her rosy cheeks, slightly parted lips, and a delicate pinkness trembling in her mouth, captivating the heart like a mountain fairy.
He Qingzhao supported himself on one arm beside her, his arm muscles taut, his biceps bulging high, the pale blue veins on his arm clearly visible, and the thick hairs standing up along with the distinct veins.
Cheng Jiamo glanced at his incredibly strong arms, her breath caught in her throat, and her lips involuntarily parted even wider.
He Qingzhao stared intently at her, taking in all her reactions. As he looked at her slightly parted red lips and the faint hint of freshness between them, the taut string of "reason" snapped with a crack.
With a narrow phoenix eye, He Qingzhao lifted her neck with his long, slender hand, lowered his head, and kissed her lips again, prying open her red lips completely. He kissed her forcefully and urgently, deeply, sweeping over her entire mouth like a storm, kissing her so fast and deep that it almost reached her throat.
Cheng Jiamo let out a soft sob, raised her arms to hug his neck, and tilted her head back to respond. Just as she took the initiative to press her tongue against his, preparing to entwine her lips and tongue with his, her phone suddenly rang.
She was so startled that her tongue lolled out, her hand holding his neck trembled, and her nails scratched a mark on his neck.
He Qingzhao withdrew from her mouth, but showed no intention of separating, still pressing his lips to hers and gently rubbing against hers.
Cheng Jiamo nudged him: "Your phone is ringing."
He Qingzhao supported her neck with one hand and pinched her soft, slender waist with the other, and bit her rosy lips with restraint, his voice rough and hoarse: "I don't care."
Cheng Jiamo turned her head towards the sofa, presenting him with her flushed cheeks, and said in a soft voice, "Go answer the phone."
He Qingzhao turned her face towards him, his breath heavy as he pressed his lips against hers, and said, "I won't answer."
Cheng Jiamo pushed his face away: "But I'm very tired and want to rest."
He Qingzhao buried his face in her neck and took a deep breath, restraining himself from biting her fair and soft neck once, his voice low and suppressed: "Okay."
Before getting up, he grabbed her waist and slammed into her hard.
Cheng Jiamo's heart skipped a beat from the impact, and she glared at him with a mixture of reproach and anger.
She muttered under her breath, "Bad seed."
He Qingzhao stood up with a smile, reached out his long arm to grab the phone, answered the call, and his voice immediately turned somber: "Speak."
Cheng Jiamo sat up, her head down as she straightened her crumpled clothes. Hearing his deep, cold voice, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him. She saw that his jawline was taut, his jawline as sharp as a knife, his thick, dark eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the fierceness between his brows was undisguised. His whole face was filled with ruthlessness.
In other words, from the moment they met until now, He Qingzhao has been deliberately hiding the changes that time has brought to him. In front of her, he is restrained and patient, suppressing all his sharpness and only showing her his most vulnerable side.
Cheng Jiamo climbed onto his back, wrapped her tender, lotus-root-like arms around his neck, pressed her face against his neck, and gently rubbed against him.
He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice lowered, sounding even more somber: "Let's leave it at that for now."
After hanging up the phone, he turned around, put his hands around Cheng Jiamo's waist, and pulled her into his arms.
Cheng Jiamo still hugged his neck, tilted her head up and kissed his forehead where the fierceness had dissipated, and then kissed the corner of his eye where the years had left their mark.
He Qingzhao looked into her tender eyes and saw heartache in them. The emptiness in his heart caused by the eight years of missed opportunities was instantly filled.
He lowered his head, the corners of his mouth twitched, then twitched again, and suddenly burst out laughing, pressing his forehead against hers, his chest vibrating heavily with laughter.
Cheng Jiamo hugged his head, pressed his face against her chest, and gently stroked his head.
He Qingzhao hunched over and buried himself in her soft embrace, his voice low and husky as he said, "The wedding will be in the fall, when it's neither too hot nor too cold."
Cheng Jiamo pushed his face away and looked at him: "This autumn?"
He Qingzhao smiled and said, "Yes."
Cheng Jiamo counted the time on her fingers: "Seven, eight, nine... and..."
He Qingzhao grasped three of her fingers: "Three more months."
Upon hearing that there were still three months left, Cheng Jiamo inexplicably became nervous, and her heart began to race.
He Qingzhao sensed her nervousness, pulled her into his arms, and patted her back gently to comfort her: "Don't be nervous, I'm here for you. Leave everything to me. You don't have to do anything. Just be a beautiful bride on your wedding day."
Cheng Jiamo rested her face on his shoulder and said softly, "It's not as easy as you say. Even if I don't do anything, how can I not be nervous on the wedding day when so many people are watching?"
He Qingzhao said with a smile, "Just treat those people as your students. How you taught your students in the past three years is how you should face the people attending the wedding."
Cheng Jiamo was amused by him and playfully hit him on the shoulder: "How can you make such a comparison?"
He Qingzhao: "It's not a metaphor. If you think about it this way, you won't be nervous."
Cheng Jiamo stopped talking, raised her hand to stroke his stubble-covered chin, and rubbed her fingertips against his prickly chin.
He Qingzhao lowered his head and rubbed his chin against her face: "Is it okay?"
Cheng Jiamo felt itchy from his teasing and turned her face away, asking, "What's good or bad?"
He Qingzhao chased after her and continued to rub her face: "We'll have the wedding in the fall."
Cheng Jiamo said, "Then you'll have to pick a holiday. I'll be starting school in September."
He Qingzhao suddenly raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, and her brows furrowed again.
He looked at the character "川" and asked in a deep voice, "Which school did you apply to?"
Cheng Jiamo stretched out a finger and pressed it against his brow, gently rubbing it: "Don't frown."
He Qingzhao's brow remained furrowed as he anxiously cupped her face in his hands: "Which school?"
Cheng Jiamo couldn't bear to tease him anymore, so she tapped his forehead hard with her index finger: "Peking University."
He Qingzhao breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed her hand, and restrained himself from biting her fingertip.
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "You said that as long as I get into Peking University, we'll have a chance to meet. He Qingzhao, I've worked hard for two more years, and this time I finally got in."
He Qingzhao hugged her tightly, as if he were holding a precious doll that he had lost and found again, wishing he could meld her into his body.
"Momo." His voice trembled. "Momo, Momo, my darling..."
He called her name in a hoarse voice, calling her affectionate nicknames over and over again, sometimes "Momo," sometimes "Baby." As he called her name, his breathing became heavier and his desire grew stronger. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her wildly, kissing her lips, her face, her ears. As he kissed her, he started biting her, biting her earlobes, her neck, her face, turning her fair and soft face a peach-blossom color, leaving teeth marks. After biting, he licked her face.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't take it anymore after being kissed and nibbled on so wildly. She hurriedly pushed him away, wiped the wetness on her face with the back of her hand, and glared at him angrily, "He Qingzhao, are you a dog?"
He Qingzhao chuckled softly, bit her collarbone, and buried himself in her arms, smiling contentedly: "Yes."
Cheng Jiamo slapped him and said seriously, "That's bullshit. You've got my face all covered in your saliva. It's going to ruin my face."
He Qingzhao looked up at her with a smile: "Who told you such nonsense?"
Cheng Jiamo said seriously, "That's what the old folks in Quanshui Town all say."
He Qingzhao brought her face close to hers: "Take it back, and I'll rot with you."
Cheng Jiamo frowned slightly and pushed his face away with a look of disgust: "No, your face is as hard as a brick, I don't want to bite it."
He Qingzhao laughed happily, put his arms around her waist, picked her up, and strode upstairs: "I'll wash you."
Upon entering the bathroom, He Qingzhao eagerly placed her on the sink and buried his head in her mouth again, nibbling at her.
Cheng Jiamo pushed him away: "He Qingzhao, don't kiss me, we haven't washed yet."
He Qingzhao kissed her even deeper, even deliberately making noises.
Cheng Jiamo blushed and kicked him.
He Qingzhao raised his head, licked his lips, and looked at her with a wicked and mischievous gaze.
Cheng Jiamo's cheeks flushed from his gaze, and she bit her lip, turning her face away.
He Qingzhao hugged her waist and leaned close to her face, wanting to kiss her lips.
Cheng Jiamo turned her face away in disgust and kicked his knee: "You're not allowed to kiss me."
He Qingzhao smiled and kissed the corner of her lips: "Baby is so sweet, so delicious."
Cheng Jiamo kicked him: "Stop talking."
He Qingzhao grabbed the back of her neck, forcibly turned her face to kiss her, and shared the sweet scent he had taken from her.
Cheng Jiamo had no way to avoid it, so she could only press her tongue against his and kiss him passionately.
When He Qingzhao kissed her until she felt suffocated, he quickly pulled away and lowered his head to bite her neck.
Cheng Jiamo tilted her head back as he bit her, and she could feel that He Qingzhao's affection for her was a strong, physical one.
It was always like this. Every time he kissed her, when she was almost suffocating, he would release her lips and bite her, either her face, her neck, or her collarbone.
She even asked me back then, "Why do you always bite me?"
He Qingzhao replied breathlessly, "It itches." Then she added, "It's not enough, I want to bite."
Cheng Jiamo couldn't quite understand He Qingzhao's almost obsessive, physical attraction until she broke up with him and slowly began to understand that feeling.
It wasn't that she developed those feelings for anyone during the years they were apart.
Instead, during the years they were apart, when she came into contact with other men, especially those who clearly had feelings for her, she would always think of He Qingzhao involuntarily. Whenever she thought of He Qingzhao, she would picture him kissing and biting her passionately.
It was only then that she realized how deep the mark He Qingzhao had left on her was, as if it were engraved into her bones and entered her soul.
Even after being separated from him for eight years, once she came into contact with him again, she could still awaken those memories that were not deeply dormant.
While she was lost in thought, He Qingzhao had already washed her hands with disinfectant hand sanitizer.
His slender fingers trembled as he gently caressed her rosy lips: "Baby, say you love me."
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