Chapter 22
"Baby, be gentle, you're hurting me."
Behind the boys' dormitory building is a large artificial lake, surrounded by lush greenery, making it a scenic spot.
Today is Saturday, and there are few people here. Cheng Jiamo was forcibly dragged here by He Qingzhao.
He Qingzhao released her hand, leaned casually against the wooden railing, and looked at her with a half-smile: "Have you forgotten that you have a boyfriend?"
When Cheng Jiamo didn't see him, she dared to hang up on him and refute him on WeChat, but once she was face to face with him, her momentum unconsciously weakened.
She looked down at the wooden path beneath her feet, her lips moved, but she didn't speak.
Seeing the little girl with her head drooping and looking pitiful, He Qingzhao swallowed back the harsh words he was about to say.
He reached out and pulled her into his arms, then ruffled her hair.
"I didn't yell at you, don't feel wronged."
Cheng Jiamo nestled in his arms and replied sullenly, "I'm not wronged."
"So I was worrying for nothing?" He Qingzhao cupped her face with one hand, forcing her to look up, and looked at her intently. "Why haven't you contacted me these past few days?"
Cheng Jiamo replied, "You haven't contacted me either, have you?"
He Qingzhao was both angry and helpless. He curled his lips and said lazily, "Who kept hanging up on me yesterday, hmm?" He lowered his head and rubbed his nose against her face. "Was it the puppy?"
Cheng Jiamo felt ticklish from his rubbing and turned her head away to avoid him.
He Qingzhao wouldn't let her dodge. He held her waist tightly with one hand and grabbed her head with the other, forcefully turning her face towards him. He restrained himself and bit her face, leaving a red mark on her fair cheek.
Cheng Jiamo's eyes welled up with tears from his bite, and she glared at him angrily: "You're the little dog, always biting me."
He Qingzhao laughed out loud with a happy mood, leaned down and whispered in her ear, his thin lips brushing against her earlobe, "Come to my place tonight, and you can bite me instead, okay?"
"I'm not biting you," Cheng Jiaming snorted. "You're like iron, all hard and unyielding; I can't bite you at all."
He Qingzhao sucked hard on her earlobe, his voice low and seductive: "It will only get hard if you bite it."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
She was stunned for a few seconds before she realized that He Qingzhao was driving her.
He Qingzhao chuckled softly, then sat her down on a lakeside bench, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and kneading her back with gentle pressure.
Cheng Jiamo's body went limp from his rubbing, and her breathing became rapid.
"He Qingzhao, stop messing with me."
He Qingzhao hunched his shoulders, buried his face in her neck, and rubbed his thin lips against her fair and delicate neck, from the back of her neck to the base of her ear, and then bit her earlobe.
Cheng Jiamo was so overwhelmed by his kisses that she was almost in tears. She said in a soft voice, "He Qingzhao, please stop kissing me. It's making me feel uncomfortable."
"Where does it hurt?" He Qingzhao pulled her onto his lap and kissed her lips. "Momo, tell me where it hurts."
Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips tightly and remained silent; she was not going to say anything.
He Qingzhao gripped her waist and said in a deep voice, "Did you wet yourself?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed with embarrassment and turned her face away, ignoring him.
He Qingzhao could clearly feel a heat spreading across his legs, like magma burning, making his mouth dry and his throat tight, causing his Adam's apple to bob rapidly.
He suddenly grabbed her chin and kissed her urgently and fiercely, holding her soft lips in his mouth and sucking them wildly. He pried open her lips and tongue, and thrust his tongue into her mouth, stirring it wantonly in her wet and soft oral cavity.
The girl was not even twenty years old, so tender that she looked like she could be pinched and soaked with water.
He held her tightly in his arms, kissed her lips gently, and pressed his thenar eminence against her skin, grinding it hard until the little girl was released from her body in his hands.
Cheng Jiamo sat in He Qingzhao's arms with flushed cheeks, her whole body limp like a pool of water.
She couldn't deny that the moment was indeed beautiful.
But she started crying, her body trembling as she sobbed.
She was furious, furious at herself for being so spineless, that He Qingzhao had easily ruined her life with just a few rubs.
The more effortlessly he did it, the more upset she felt, both sad and afraid that she would fall for him.
He Qingzhao was wearing a casual suit today. He didn't have a pocket square in his suit pocket, nor did he bring a handkerchief. He could only wipe his wet hands on his suit pants.
After wiping his hands, he hugged her and comforted her.
"Momo, don't cry. Your makeup will be ruined if you cry."
Cheng Jiamo angrily punched him in the chest: "I'm not wearing makeup."
He Qingzhao continued to coax, "I was blind. Our Momo is naturally beautiful."
Cheng Jiamo sniffed, her voice hoarse: "He Qingzhao, if you keep doing this, I really won't talk to you anymore."
He Qingzhao hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was a bastard."
Cheng Jiamo took out a tissue from her bag, blew her nose, and stuffed the tissue into his pocket.
He Qingzhao smiled indulgently: "You might as well just stuff it in my mouth."
Cheng Jiamo glared at him and said, "Then I wouldn't dare."
He Qingzhao lowered his head and got close to her face, saying in a deep voice, "You've already soaked my pants, what else wouldn't you dare to do?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed with embarrassment at his words, biting her lip in embarrassment. She wanted to curse him, but couldn't bring herself to say anything.
She took a deep breath, looked at He Qingzhao with brimming eyes, and told him her thoughts.
“He Qingzhao, I used to think you were a good person and I liked you a lot. But you are always like this, you don’t respect me at all, you just treat me as a tool to satisfy your lust. I am very angry and sad.”
He Qingzhao narrowed his eyes, gripped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, and looked at her with a half-smile: "So who leaked, huh?"
Even with her good temper, Cheng Jiamo was still angered by him.
She raised her hand and slapped He Qingzhao's arm, glaring at him angrily.
He Qingzhao released her hand and gently rubbed the corner of her reddened eyes with his thumb.
"Were you trying to add that guy on WeChat just now?"
Hearing this, Cheng Jiamo jumped up from his arms.
She hurriedly took out her phone, ready to call Xia Mei, but just as she entered her contacts, her phone rang. It was Cheng Jiahe calling.
He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow when he saw the name "Cheng Jiahe" on the caller ID: "Your brother?"
Without turning her head, Cheng Jiamo said, "No, it's a high school classmate of mine, it's just that her name is similar to mine."
He Qingzhao wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap again.
“Take it,” he said. “Sit on my lap and take it.”
Cheng Jiamo twisted her body, trying to get off his lap, but he held her even tighter.
Unable to break free, she simply stopped moving and let him hold her.
Seeing that she didn't answer, He Qingzhao reached out and tapped her phone screen to connect the call for her, then put it on speakerphone.
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
She, who never swears, now wants to swear like crazy.
He Qingzhao kissed her ear and said in a low voice, "Baby, say something."
Cheng Jiamo could only say, "Old classmate, I'm not finished yet. How about we do it another day..."
Cheng Jiahe asked, "Did your boyfriend answer the phone for you just now?"
Cheng Jiaming was about to say "no" when He Qingzhao tightened his grip on her waist, deliberately letting out a breath, and said, "Baby, be gentle, you're hurting your husband."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
She quickly hung up the phone, turned around, and bit down hard on He Qingzhao's prominent Adam's apple.
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