Chapter 2, Chapter 91: "Baby, I had a dream..."
The slightly calloused, cool fingers touched the tip of her tongue, making Cheng Jiamo shudder. She subconsciously pursed her lips, and in doing so, she ended up holding He Qingzhao's fingers in her mouth.
For a moment, both of them were stunned.
Just as Cheng Jiamo was about to push He Qingzhao away, He Qingzhao's eyes darkened. Before she could push him away, he quickly withdrew his fingers, grabbed her waist, and kissed her lips.
He exuded a fierce and ruthless energy, eagerly pressing his lips into her mouth and swirling them wildly inside.
Cheng Jiamo's eyes were glazed over from the kiss, and her body involuntarily leaned back, her fair and slender neck arching high. Her peach blossom eyes were filled with watery light, and her long, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, making her look even more pitiful and alluring.
He Qingzhao didn't close his eyes when he kissed her; his deep, dark eyes stared at her intently, taking in her expression.
Seeing Cheng Jiaming's alluring and seductive appearance, He Qingzhao could no longer restrain himself. He bit her lip lightly and asked in a low, husky voice, "Have you thought about me all these years?"
Cheng Jiamo bit her moist, rosy lips, letting out a soft moan as she looked at him with a coquettish gaze.
Because He Qingzhao uses a brush to write and paint every day, his fingers have calluses from holding the brush for years. These calluses are now coming in handy.
Cheng Jiamo could clearly feel the calluses on He Qingzhao's fingers. They weren't harmful, but they were irritating, making her want to cry.
She grabbed He Qingzhao's taut arm and called out to him sweetly, "He Qingzhao."
He Qingzhao responded in a hoarse voice, "Hmm?" He beckoned with his fingertip, "Have you thought about it?"
Cheng Jiamo bit her lip: "I've thought about it."
He Qingzhao curled his knuckles and rubbed them lightly, then continued to ask, "Where do you think, in your heart or..." He deliberately rubbed his calloused fingers against her, "or here?"
Cheng Jiamo leaned over and hugged his arm, her rosy cheeks rubbing against his strong shoulder. "I miss you everywhere, in my heart and in my body. He Qingzhao, I bought those things because I miss you so much. When I use them, I think of you all the time..."
He Qingzhao's breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and he hugged her soft body tightly, kissing her and biting her almost frantically, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply.
"Baby." He rubbed his lips against her neck, again and again, his voice low and husky, "Momo, my baby, baby I love you."
Cheng Jiamo felt his trembling and gently stroked his head: "I love you too, He Qingzhao, I love you."
He Qingzhao kissed her neck and laughed, his chest heaving and his body trembling uncontrollably.
Cheng Jiamo tilted her head slightly, stretching her neck to the side, when suddenly warm liquid dripped onto her neck and flowed down her neck.
Her body stiffened, and she hurriedly tried to push He Qingzhao, but couldn't budge him.
He Qingzhao's face was pressed against her neck, as if he were glued to her body.
"He Qingzhao." Cheng Jiaming patted his back and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
He Qingzhao didn't speak, but lowered his head to bite her neck. However, he didn't actually bite with his teeth, but instead held the soft, white flesh of her neck in his mouth and gently sucked and rubbed it.
He was going crazy with longing for her, constantly trying to suppress his intense desire, afraid that it would frighten her. He was almost driven mad by his own desire, kissing and biting her like he was drinking poison to quench his thirst.
Even without looking at He Qingzhao, Cheng Jiamo could sense his intense and burning desire just by hearing his heavy breathing.
She was no longer afraid, but instead reached out and hugged him, tilting her head to kiss his face.
At this age, she was no longer a sour green fruit, but a ripe, bright red peach, and so she responded.
"He Qingzhao." She raised her hand and hugged the back of He Qingzhao's neck, her fingertips lightly scratching, leaving nail marks on his neck.
As her breathing quickened, He Qingzhao suddenly lifted his head from her neck, his eyes dark and intense as he looked at her: "Momo, do you want to know how I spend my time missing you?"
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Cheng Jiamo regretted saying she wanted to. She wanted to cry and hug He Qingzhao to stop him and make him stop torturing himself like this.
"He Qingzhao," she said, her voice trembling and choked with sobs, "please don't do this, please don't do this..."
Even though she had heard him say it before, seeing him bite the thing she had worn in his mouth with her own eyes was a completely different feeling.
It wasn't excitement, it was sadness.
She couldn't bear to see him like this; it made her feel terrible.
Cheng Jiamo felt like she was going crazy. Her whole body was shaking, and her hands, which were supporting her on the table, were shaking so badly that she could barely hold on.
She raised her hand to stop He Qingzhao, but he held her hand down.
He Qingzhao grasped her hand and pressed it onto the table, their fingers intertwined, looking at her with a deep gaze.
Cheng Jiamo swung her arm to break free from his hand, pulled the object out of his mouth and threw it to the ground, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his lips.
He Qingzhao turned his head away. He liked her scent, but he knew Cheng Jiamo didn't.
"Don't cry." He kissed her cheek and gently stroked her back with his large hand. "Baby, don't cry, don't cry. Without you, I am my lifeline."
Cheng Jiamo bit his neck while crying, leaving a mark on his neck where the veins were bulging. Looking at the teeth marks on his neck, she burst into laughter through her tears. As she laughed, she bit his ear, her red lips close to his ear, and whispered, "Then what are you waiting for?"
He Qingzhao gently touched her and chuckled in a low, husky voice, "I don't want you to mistakenly think that I'm with you just for this reason."
Before Cheng Jiamo could answer, he hurriedly added, "It was true before, but not now."
Cheng Jiamo didn't want to hear him say these things. From their first meeting to now, through ups and downs and fourteen years of separation and reunion, there was no need to distinguish whether it was physical or psychological attraction.
Ultimately, neither she nor He Qingzhao can live without the other. If they could separate, they would have found other people long ago. The reason they haven't is precisely because, apart from each other, there is no one else more suitable for them.
She kicked him playfully, feigning annoyance: "He Qingzhao, you're so mean, you're deliberately keeping me hanging."
He Qingzhao's voice was low and deep: "I wasn't wearing it."
Cheng Jiamo pinched his blood-red earlobe and blew a breath into his ear: "Don't wear it anymore."
He Qingzhao turned her face to look at her, his dark and deep eyes seeming to hold back the flames of hell.
Cheng Jiamo felt her heart burning under his deep gaze. She covered his eyes with her hands, kissed his thin, sharp lips, and whispered against his lips, "He Qingzhao, I want to have a baby with you."
He Qingzhao paused for a moment, then the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched up, one twitch after another, each one deeper than the last.
He grabbed Cheng Jiamo's wrist, removed her hand from his eyes, looked at her affectionately, and wrapped his large arm around her slender waist, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Cheng Jiamo gave a soft hum, raised her hand to wrap around his neck, and tilted her head to kiss his cheek.
He Qingzhao turned her face and kissed her lips, his breath heavy as he rubbed her lips together, saying, "Baby, I dream about you so much, I'm going crazy thinking about you."
Cheng Jiamo rested her head against his face and said softly, "Me too."
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More than an hour later, Cheng Jiamo was carried out of the bathroom by He Qingzhao.
She nestled in He Qingzhao's arms, her head resting on his arm, her small mouth slightly open, looking at him with a charming gaze.
He Qingzhao looked at her rosy lips, lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, then smiled at her.
Cheng Jiamo raised her hand to slap him: "You're still laughing."
He Qingzhao placed her on the soft, comfortable bed, lowered his head, and kissed her lips again: "Have you had enough?"
Cheng Jiamo glared at him and said stubbornly, "You can't afford to give me more than I've asked for."
He Qingzhao gripped her soft waist tightly and said in a deep voice, "Are you trying to provoke me?"
Cheng Jiamo knew He Qingzhao's capabilities well, so she didn't dare to provoke him on such a matter. She was just being quick-witted and trying to be tough for the moment.
Fearing that He Qingzhao might try again to show off his prowess, she quickly pushed him away, saying, "Not now, I'm hungry."
He Qingzhao stroked her still flushed face, his thumb gently rubbing the corner of her lips: "When I was your age, I thought about you every day, wanted to..." He stopped abruptly, giving a meaningful smile, "How come Momo doesn't even have half of what I needed back then? Isn't it said that women..."
Cheng Jiamo quickly covered his mouth: "You're not allowed to say that again!" She was shy and eager, and gently patted his mouth, "Go and get me some water, I'm thirsty."
He Qingzhao stopped teasing her, pulled the blanket over her, and turned to pour her some water.
Cheng Jiamo turned over, lay face down on the pillow, and took a deep breath.
Actually, all the sheets and blankets had been changed; they were all new and not the ones she used to sleep under. But they felt very familiar to her; they smelled strongly of He Qingzhao, and they smelled wonderful.
He Qingzhao carried the water glass to the bedside, sat down, put his arm around her waist, picked her up, and fed her water.
Cheng Jiamo took a few sips of water, pushed his hand away, buried her face in his chest, and asked, "How many days did you stay after you came back?"
He Qingzhao laughed: "I'll fly directly to Beijing to see you. I haven't lived in Nanyuan for two years."
Cheng Jiamo rubbed his chest: "Liar, the blankets are full of your scent, how could you not have been staying here?"
He Qingzhao put down his water glass, pinched her chin, looked at her red and tender lips, and his eyes darkened: "It's because you smell like me."
Cheng Jiamo blushed as she imagined the scene in the bathroom and hurriedly changed the subject: "Where are we having lunch?"
He Qingzhao gently stroked her lips, his eyes filled with intense desire, his voice hoarse: "We'll eat at home for lunch, and I'll take you out again tonight."
Cheng Jiamo simply lay down on his lap, looked up at him, and said with a hint of coquettishness in her soft eyes, "Then bring it to the bedroom, and I'll eat it here."
He Qingzhao pinched the tip of her nose: "Okay, I'll bring it to you and feed you."
Cheng Jiamo smiled, grabbed his hand, and gently bit his bony wrist.
He Qingzhao narrowed his eyes: "I'll give it to you after we finish eating."
Cheng Jiamo slapped his hand: "What nonsense are you talking about? I didn't ask for it. Go get the food." As soon as she finished speaking, a warm gush of fluid came out, her body stiffened, and her cheeks flushed red. Belatedly realizing what had happened, she quickly sat up and asked, "Have you been smoking a lot these past two years?"
He Qingzhao gently wiped his fingers and said with a smile, "I quit, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to put it in just now."
Cheng Jiaming pushed his hand away: "Go quickly." She turned around and calculated the time, "If we start now, it will be until next year..."
He Qingzhao leaned down and pressed her down, laughing helplessly yet indulgently: "I actually don't want you to have a child so soon."
Cheng Jiamo turned to look at him: "Why?"
He Qingzhao buried his face in her neck: "Because I haven't had enough yet."
Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips: "But you're not young anymore."
She meant to say his age.
“Indeed.” He Qingzhao replied seriously, then took her hand and gently rubbed it. “You were crying and saying it was too big.”
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
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