Chapter 6, Chapter 95: "Baby wants to see me wear..."
Skyscrapers stand tall, their lights twinkling like stars.
The eye-catching declarations on the advertising wall, worth a fortune in a second, have become a bright moon in the vast galaxy.
Soon the bright moon rose into the sky and exploded, shattering the night in this bustling yet desolate imperial capital.
Trending topics appeared one after another, flooding the internet.
Cheng Jiamo's phone kept ringing, with a constant beeping sound. Without even looking, she knew it was from her college friends and colleagues from Quanshui Middle School.
She put down her chopsticks several times to pick up her phone to check messages, but He Qingzhao stopped her each time.
"Eat your food." He Qingzhao looked at her with a gentle smile, his tone soft yet carrying an undeniable authority. "You can check the messages after you finish eating."
The imposing aura of someone who has long held a high position was revealed without any attempt at concealment at this moment.
Cheng Jiamo looked at him, her eyebrows curving into a smile. She poked his cheek with her index finger and said with a smile, "Now you've found that familiar feeling again."
He Qingzhao naturally understood what he meant, and smiled meaningfully, "Hurry up and eat. After you finish eating, we'll go back and let you relive that familiar feeling."
Cheng Jiamo stared intently at him, then suddenly bent her index finger and scratched his face. The sharp nail left an ambiguous red mark on his pale, taut face, extending from the hollow of his cheek to the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the ambiguous and conspicuous red marks on He Qingzhao's face, Cheng Jiamo felt inexplicably flustered, her heartbeat quickened, and her breathing became rapid.
He Qingzhao lifted his eyelids to look at her, pressed his tongue hard against his cheek, making the nail marks on his face protrude, making it look even more ambiguous, even carrying a dangerous and seductive desire.
Cheng Jiamo rarely saw He Qingzhao like this, not even in bed, and she had never seen him like this in public.
At that moment, she was extremely flustered, feeling as if a mad deer had been caged inside her.
“But, but…” she suddenly became nervous, but pretended to be calm and said, “But my phone keeps ringing, and I can’t eat.”
He Qingzhao licked his lips, chuckled with a roguish air, picked up her phone and handed it to her: "Take a look."
Cheng Jiamo reached out to take the phone, but He Qingzhao didn't give it to her. Instead, he grabbed her hand, pulled her close, and bit her lips.
“Ugh…” Cheng Jiamo exclaimed in surprise.
He Qingzhao gently tugged at her jelly-like pink and glistening lips, then pulled back a little, looking at her with deep, affectionate eyes.
Cheng Jiamo's heart pounded even faster under his intense and oppressive gaze. She lowered her head, picked up her chopsticks again, and buried herself in her food.
He Qingzhao chuckled, his voice low and husky, a sexy and alluring laugh.
Cheng Jiamo fully understood what it meant to be a feast for the eyes. Listening to He Qingzhao's sexy laughter, she didn't even pick up any food. She just shoved white rice into her mouth and ate it with relish.
Suddenly, chopsticks were extended in front of her, and a bright orange shrimp ball appeared before her eyes.
Cheng Jiamo looked up at him, her cheeks puffed out.
He Qingzhao's smile became even more alluring, and he deliberately lowered his voice, making it low and deep: "Open your mouth."
Cheng Jiamo seemed to be bewitched by him, and involuntarily opened her mouth.
He Qingzhao fed her the shrimp ball, tapped her lips with the tip of his chopsticks, and said with a smile, "No rush, eat slowly."
Cheng Jiamo stared blankly at He Qingzhao. She felt that He Qingzhao was not tapping her mouth with chopsticks, but her heart. Otherwise, why would her heart be so itchy, numb, and tingling, so itchy that her heart was trembling?
The dimly lit restaurant fell silent for a moment, and an ambiguous atmosphere suddenly arose in the air.
Those ambiguous factors, like cell division, secretly and rapidly underwent a dramatic growth and change, eventually growing into an invisible thread.
The silk thread burrowed into He Qingzhao's body, then out of his body, and then into Cheng Jiamo's body. The two ends of the silk thread were tied to their hearts, tightening inch by inch.
Cheng Jiamo's hand trembled, and the chopsticks fell onto the table, one of which rolled off the table and onto the floor.
Click—
The sound of chopsticks hitting the ground startled the ambiguous red thread that was about to cross.
Cheng Jiamo coughed and reached for the new chopsticks in a flustered manner.
He Qingzhao, however, was one step ahead of her and handed her the new chopsticks.
"Thank you, thank you," Cheng Jiamo said softly.
He Qingzhao chuckled mischievously, "You're welcome."
Cheng Jiamo finally regained her composure and glared at him reproachfully: "It's all your fault."
He Qingzhao nodded, his tone indulgent: "Yes, it's my fault."
The meal took more than half an hour to finish.
The love confessions on the advertising wall stayed lit for more than half an hour.
Cheng Jiamo put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, turned her head to look at the advertising wall of the building across the street, and asked He Qingzhao, "How long will it stay lit?"
He Qingzhao said calmly, "One night."
"One night?" Cheng Jiamo asked in surprise. "How much would that cost?"
He Qingzhao reached out and put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. He walked out with her in his arms, then lowered his head and whispered close to her face, "It's not expensive. It's worth any amount of money if it makes my wife happy."
Cheng Jiamo raised her hand and patted his chest, then pinched his arm: "We haven't registered our marriage yet, so don't call me that."
He Qingzhao looked at her reddened earlobe, his throat tightened, he opened his mouth and bit it, sucking and licking it.
Cheng Jiamo shuddered and shrank her neck to the side.
He Qingzhao's hand, which was on her shoulder, slid down and gripped her waist tightly. He pressed her hard into his arms, rubbing his stubble-covered chin against her neck and deliberately breathing into her ear.
"Who was it that sat on me last night calling me 'husband' and saying they wanted to have a baby with me? Who was it, hmm?"
After asking the question, he opened his mouth again and took her earlobe into his mouth.
Cheng Jiamo gasped in surprise, her body went limp and she was about to fall when she hurriedly reached out to grab the wall for support.
However, the moment she reached out to touch the wall, He Qingzhao wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and held her close in his arms.
Cheng Jiaming, still shaken, gasped for breath and turned to glare at him: "He Qingzhao, you're so bad."
He Qingzhao laughed and picked her up, carrying her horizontally in his arms, and quickly walked downstairs.
"Don't say things like that when you get home. It's too early to say them now."
Back at Nanyuan, Cheng Jiamo looked at the row of suggestive uniforms in He Qingzhao's dressing room, and her face immediately burned with embarrassment.
She finally understood why He Qingzhao had told her to come back and say "You're so bad" again.
Indeed, she spoke too early at the restaurant.
At the restaurant, he only made some lighthearted banter, which wasn't even an appetizer. The real main course was coming up, and it was all meat dishes.
The modified military uniform hanging on the clothes rack exudes masculine energy, while the soft whip paired with it makes one blush and their heart race.
Besides military uniforms, there were also police uniforms, paired with handcuffs and batons, the shape of which was so striking that it was almost unbearable to look at.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't stand it anymore and turned to run away.
However, as soon as she turned around, before she could even lift her feet, He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms.
He Qingzhao wrapped his arms around her body, enveloping her with his broad and strong frame. He lowered his head and pressed his neck against hers, asking in a deep voice, "Where do you want to go?"
Cheng Jiamo was so nervous that she stammered, "I, you, um, I... I need to go to the toilet."
He Qingzhao chuckled, nestled in the crook of her neck, and said in a deep, husky voice, "I'll carry you."
Cheng Jiamo suddenly tensed up: "No, no need."
He Qingzhao chuckled and nibbled on her ear, whispering something in it.
"Ah!" Cheng Jiamo screamed, blushing as she slapped his arm. "He Qingzhao, you're such a pervert."
He Qingzhao turned her face around, pinched her cheek with two fingers, forcing her to open her mouth, and gently rubbed her rosy lips with the pad of his thumb, saying slowly, "Want to ride on my face and watch me swallow you bite by bite?"
Cheng Jiamo covered her ears with both hands: "Ah! Stop talking, He Qingzhao, stop talking."
She couldn't even bear to think about that scene; it was just too...
He Qingzhao flicked his thumb and placed it in her mouth, gently teasing her tongue: "But I want to, baby, I want to drink."
Cheng Jiamo broke free from his arm and ran out, but he hugged her again.
He Qingzhao picked her up and carried her to the clothes rack, took her hand and made her stroke the rows of uniforms, asking in a low voice, "Baby, which one do you want me to wear, hmm?"
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