Chapter 41
◎“You’re not allowed to kiss me anymore, the more you kiss me, the more…”◎
As December progressed, the weather grew colder day by day. On the winter solstice, northern Beijing welcomed its first snowfall of the winter, and the people in the dormitory clamored to go out for hot pot.
Cheng Jiamo couldn't go; it was Friday, and He Qingzhao was coming to pick her up.
After finishing her classes in the afternoon, Cheng Jiamo didn't go back to her dormitory. Instead, she went directly off campus with her backpack.
He Qingzhao had already arrived, driving his silver Bentley and parking it at the south gate in a very unassuming manner.
Cheng Jiamo walked from the teaching building to the south gate, a journey that took more than ten minutes. Her hands were almost frozen. As soon as she sat down, He Qingzhao grabbed her hand.
"Why aren't you wearing something warmer?" He Qingzhao pulled her cold little hands into his arms.
Cheng Jiamo felt his broad, warm chest, and thinking about what she was going to do that night, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Last Saturday, the one-month period was supposed to end, but she got her period last week, so it had to be postponed for another week.
He Qingzhao sensed her nervousness and asked with a smile, "Are you still scared?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed and shook her head. Actually, she wasn't afraid anymore. For the past month, He Qingzhao had come to pick her up every Friday. She lived with He Qingzhao and slept in the same bed with him at night. Except for not actually going all the way, they had done everything they were supposed to do. She was just a little nervous thinking that He Qingzhao was going to get serious tonight.
After warming her hands, He Qingzhao pulled them out of his arms and kissed her palms: "Don't be afraid, I will be very gentle and make you feel comfortable."
Cheng Jiamo pulled her hand away: "Stop talking, just drive."
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the car was going faster and faster.
Because of the snow, it got dark quickly, and it was already dark when we arrived at Nanyuan.
Nanyuan is a garden-style villa owned by He Qingzhao in the south of the city. It features artificial hills and flowing water, white walls and green bamboo, creating a quiet and elegant environment.
However, he rarely lived in Nanyuan himself, spending most of his time in the group's apartments. Only on Fridays did he bring Cheng Jiamo back to Nanyuan.
The South Garden is even more beautiful after the snow, as if one has been transported back to the gardens of Jiangnan hundreds of years ago.
Cheng Jiamo stood under a pine tree, looking up at the falling snowflakes, and excitedly twirled around under the tree.
He Qingzhao hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Go back inside to eat, and then come out to play."
Cheng Jiamo turned to face him, naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked at him with a smile: "I still think Chinese architecture is more beautiful. The gardens in Jiangnan are more beautiful than European villas, and the gardens in the south are more beautiful than the manor in Pattaya."
He Qingzhao kissed the corner of her lips, his gaze tender and affectionate: "With you here, everywhere is beautiful."
Despite having heard it many times, Cheng Jiamo still blushed and her heart raced when he said those sweet words.
She lowered her head shyly and said, "You're always so improper."
He Qingzhao curled his lips, picked her up, and carried her through the moon gate towards the main building, teasing her with a smile as they walked: "You haven't seen the real 'improper' yet."
Cheng Jiamo leaned on his shoulder, not responding to his words.
He Qingzhao held her with one arm and carried her backpack with the other, walking steadily and quickly.
When they arrived at the main building of the villa, He Qingzhao put her down and took her hand to lead her inside.
The butler had just finished setting out dinner in the restaurant and said goodbye before leaving.
The housekeeper and nanny lived in a separate building, just behind the main building, which was also a two-story building.
Cheng Jiamo sat down in the dining chair and said happily, "Wow, the dishes today are so plentiful, they're all my favorites."
He Qingzhao smiled and ruffled her hair, his tone indulgent: "When has it not been your favorite food?"
Every time he brought her back, he would instruct the housekeeper to cook her favorite dishes. He didn't care what she ate; he would eat whatever she ate.
Cheng Jiamo chuckled: "My boyfriend is so great."
He Qingzhao took off his tie, draped it over the back of the chair she was sitting on, and leaned close to her face: "I'll make you happy first, then I'll make you cry later."
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Cheng Jiamo had expected it to hurt a lot and was prepared to endure the pain, but she never imagined it would hurt this much—it hurt so much, it felt like she was being cleaved in two by an axe.
"He Qingzhao!" she cried, "Get out, get out, get out now!"
She pushed him hard, trying to push him away, but He Qingzhao was like a branding iron, firmly welded in place, no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn't budge.
He Qingzhao's face was tense, with veins bulging on his forehead and beads of sweat rolling down his resolute cheeks.
"Don't cry, baby." He Qingzhao lowered his head and kissed her lips, trying to comfort her with restraint. "It'll be alright soon."
That night, Cheng Jiamo cried several times. Later, she cried and shouted for him to slow down. Around 2 a.m., He Qingzhao carried her to another room. The master bedroom was no longer safe to sleep in; the sheets were a mess and the room was filled with the smell of photinia flowers.
When Cheng Jiamo woke up in the morning, she was surprised to find that He Qingzhao hadn't gotten up either and was still sleeping next to her. It seemed that he was also exhausted.
He took it three times in a row, each time more intense than the last. No wonder he was exhausted.
Thinking of his ruthless and violent behavior at night, Cheng Jiamo's cheeks flushed, and her heart felt hot and itchy. After the itchiness subsided, a sweet feeling rose up.
She smiled, nestled against his chest, her face pressed against his skin, and could clearly hear his deep heartbeat.
He Qingzhao opened his eyes, placed his hand on her waist, and stroked her soft waist. Then he hugged her and suddenly rolled over and pressed down on her.
A dozen minutes later, He Qingzhao hugged her, turned her over, pressed her back, and kissed her neck.
Cheng Jiamo bit her lip, forcing herself not to scream.
He Qingzhao asked her about her ears, breathing heavily in her ear: "Don't hold back, I like to hear it."
Cheng Jiamo tilted her head and angrily bit his arm.
He Qingzhao chuckled softly, his voice low and hoarse: "A puppy, huh? It loves to bite people."
Cheng Jiamo released her mouth: "You're the dog, you're the big dog!"
He Qingzhao bit her earlobe: "Mmm, I'm a dog, your big dog."
She scolded him, but he didn't get angry and responded to every single one of her words.
His response was even harsher, as if to prove just how strong his "dog waist" was.
Cheng Jiamo could have gotten up around nine o'clock, but she slept until noon.
After getting up, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Looking down, she was shocked to see that her face was swollen like a freshly steamed bun.
She was both ashamed and angry, and shouted loudly, "He Qingzhao!"
He Qingzhao hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the room: "What's wrong, baby?"
Cheng Jiamo pouted and looked at her with red eyes: "It's all your fault."
He Qingzhao walked to the bedside: "What's it to blame me for?"
Cheng Jiamo, embarrassed, picked up a pillow to cover her face and pulled back the blanket around her waist: "See for yourself."
He Qingzhao's breathing became heavy, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he kissed her, capturing her swollen lips and gently sucking on them.
Cheng Jiamo trembled from his kiss and kicked him, saying, "You're not allowed to kiss me anymore, the more you kiss me, the more..."
He Qingzhao straightened up, picked her up and pulled her into his arms, stroking her head gently with his large hand. After a while, he let go, turned around and opened the bedside table drawer, taking out a tube of ointment and cotton swabs.
Cheng Jiamo looked at him in shock: "You even prepared medicine?"
He Qingzhao: "You're too young. You can't do without medication afterwards."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
On Saturday and Sunday, Cheng Jiamo stayed at Nanyuan because of the cold weather. He Qingzhao accompanied her throughout the two days.
On Sunday afternoon, He Qingzhao drove Cheng Jiamo back to school. Before getting out of the car, he hugged her and kissed her passionately for a while, only letting her out of the car when he could no longer stop kissing her.
He tugged at his collar in agitation: "I have to commute next semester."
He's going crazy if she doesn't move out soon.
Cheng Jiamo: "We'll talk about it next semester."
He Qingzhao looked over with a deep gaze: "Sweetie, I'll enroll you in next semester."
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