Chapter 34 (Bonus Chapter) "Too full..."
The nightgown was made of very little fabric, so light and flimsy that it slid down her calves to her feet.
Yu Zeheng said he would wash her, and from head to toe, warm water flowed onto her skin. He squeezed on some shower gel and focused intently on applying it to her wet shoulders.
A faint fragrance lingers on your fingertips.
His fingers had distinct knuckles, his nails were regularly trimmed with clean, neat edges, and thin calluses on his fingertips. He slid his fingers across hers with a slightly rough touch, like he was giving her a spa treatment. She had her eyes closed, and Yu Zeheng was offering his services. She had no reason to refuse and accepted it without a second thought.
This is just an initial idea.
From her shoulder down, she pursed her lips, clearly feeling the fingers roaming over her. They hadn't been intimate in a long time, but her body seemed to have a memory, easily awakened by her fingers, telling her that it remembered, that every inch of its skin remembered.
Qiao Shu felt with certainty that there was an empty space that she wanted to fill.
Yu Zeheng knew that he was more tolerant than she was.
Her arms were limp and hooked around his neck, a faint blush at the corners of her eyes. She glanced at him with a harmless look and said, "Can't you do this? You weren't like this before."
Her legs were going weak, and she got angry. She bit his shoulder hard.
He did it on purpose!
Yu Zeheng groaned, then lifted her up by the waist. Her bare feet stepped on his insteps, and he used one hand to press against the wall and kiss her.
Qiao Shu's toes were not steady as she stepped on him. The only way she could maintain her balance was with the arm across her lower back. She felt like she was floating in the air, both her body and soul. Both of their lips were wet with water droplets, so the kiss became wet and sticky.
Several times, Qiao Shu tried to slide down on tiptoe, her legs trembling.
Yu Zeheng pressed his lips against hers, his breath hot: "Can't stand up?"
Qiao Shu grabbed his arm, her foot slipped, and she was lifted up and pressed against the cold wall. She then braced herself against his broad shoulders.
Yu Zeheng cradled her buttocks, his hands feeling the smooth, fragrant flesh. The more he wanted to kiss every inch of her skin, the more he had to restrain himself. His dark eyes lingered on her face, her eyes, her pert nose, and her soft, rosy lips.
He leaned closer, yet maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too distant. He knew what she wanted, but he refused to give in to her desires so easily. He had already endured for two years, and this was no longer a reason to do so.
"Yu Zeheng!" Qiao Shu was caught in his spell, her voice sweet and cloying, seemingly both angry and reproachful but without any real force.
Yu Zeheng's voice was deep: "Speak slowly, Xiao Shu, I'm here."
That's absolutely insane.
Qiao Shu's nails dug into his shoulder, which was all bone, and her fingers hurt from the pressure. She bit her lip and said, "If you're going to do it, do it. If you're not going to do it, then get out!"
"The problem isn't whether I do it or not, but what does Xiaoshu want?"
Yu Zeheng stared at her, as if trying to see into her eyes. He wanted to hear her speak, to hear her say it herself.
Qiao Shu pursed her lips, refusing to say anything.
Her thighs were gripped tightly by his hands, as hard as steel, the warmth of his palms burning her to the core. Her feet, unable to find their footing, tensed in panic, unconsciously brushing against his strong, long legs. She was caught in a dilemma, the water stains on her skin taking away her body heat. Qiao Shu lowered his head, and she nestled against his shoulder and neck, her voice low: "So cold."
The colder it was, the more she wanted to get close to him, to stick to him; she was the only source of warmth he could grasp right now.
She murmured in his ear, her voice trembling with a faint sob: "I miss you, hold me tight."
Yu Zeheng tilted his head, his lips brushing against her damp hair, his voice low and husky: "Just holding me tight? Isn't that enough?"
He held her tightly, only taking the first step, but refusing to go any further.
Qiao Shu bit her lip hard, feeling wronged, upset, disgusted, and resentful. How could there be such a cunning and treacherous man?
"Yu Zeheng, you bastard!"
"You bastard!"
"Despicable and shameless."
"..."
She cursed with a stern face, one curse after another.
Yu Zeheng repeated his question: "What does Xiao Shu want?"
Two tears welled up in Qiao Shu's eyes. She had no strength left. With her eyes closed, she pressed her neck against his and hugged him tightly, her voice trembling with sobs: "You, I want you!"
A strange emotion flashed through his mind, and Yu Zeheng heard the answer he had thought of.
The long-empty space was gradually filled in, and scalding tears soaked the skin on his shoulders. Even the toughest bones melted into a puddle of water at this moment.
"Are you satisfied now?" Qiao Shu said bitterly, unwilling to have fallen for his trick so easily.
Water droplets clung to Yu Zeheng's high, straight nose. Hearing her awkward whimpering, he didn't answer, but held her tighter than ever before.
She felt uncomfortable, so she bit his shoulder.
Yu Zeheng carried her to the room, his back touching the soft sheets, no longer in that awkward position as in the bathroom. He lowered his head and kissed her, wiping away the salty tears from the corners of her eyes.
The skin under my fingers was no longer icy cold, but had a burning temperature, as if with each touch and collision, they flowed like water, sharing even their body temperature.
The first course is just an appetizer to whet the appetite.
Qiao Shu lay on the bed, too lazy to even lift her arms, her voice muffled in her throat: "That's enough, I'm so tired."
Yu Zeheng lifted her waist and placed a pillow under her arm: "Who said it wasn't tiring being with me?"
"Who said that?" Qiao Shu frowned.
After thinking about it, it was her. She said that compared to her toys, he was one of the few things that wouldn't get tiring.
A petty and vengeful man!
Qiao Shu was so sleepy that she closed her eyes, hooked her arms around his neck and let him take her to take a bath. He pressed his fingers on her shoulders, arms, waist and legs with just the right amount of pressure. She yawned and fell asleep.
She lay on her side, her cheeks sinking into the soft pillow, her breathing even and long. Yu Zeheng watched her quietly for a while, then reached out and touched her long, curled eyelashes.
Qiao Shu felt an itch in her sleep and trembled uncontrollably.
Yu Zeheng lowered his eyes and chuckled softly.
He replaced the pillow under her head, forcefully extending his arm. She probably found it too hard, and patiently frowned, half-awake. Finally, she rubbed her soft cheek against his chest and relaxed her brows.
When Qiao Shu woke up at noon, she felt weak. Lunch was delivered to her room by the hotel. She ate the whole steak and drank a cup of coffee before she felt like she was alive again.
Looking at Yu Zeheng again, she was lazily wearing a bathrobe, revealing various finger scratches and teeth marks on her cold white skin, all her handiwork. She held a cup and drank water as if to cover up her actions. She believed that everything that happened last night was a crazy act done under the control of hormones.
It has nothing to do with the current Qiao Shu.
Yu Zeheng cut off the rest of the pasta on her plate: "Where do you want to go today?"
Qiao Shu then remembered that at the party last night, she had made plans with her new female friends from the car team to see a Las Vegas specialty – a male hunk show. The name was simple and straightforward: a group of hunky men performed a daring dance on stage and interacted with the audience, creating a lively atmosphere.
It's called a "Hunky Men Show," so she definitely wouldn't go with Yu Zeheng. Just thinking about it, with his gloomy face next to her, made her feel utterly disgusted.
Qiao Shu held up her glass: "I made plans with my friends to go to a show at Sphere. You've probably seen it many times before."
Do you have any friends visiting Las Vegas for vacation?
"I met them yesterday, Mia and Violet." She was now concerned about his schedule. "You must be very busy. Just focus on your work and don't worry about me. I'll have fun on my own."
Yu Zeheng has never worried about this.
Qiao Shu started putting on makeup and changing clothes an hour early. She had checked the guide and it recommended wearing pants, so she put on loose trousers. The top she was going to wear was a tank top and an oversized jacket, but the marks on her chest couldn't be hidden, so she had to change into a short-sleeved shirt.
The venue was set up more like a bar, with the stage connected to long tables below the stage. The audience sat at both ends of the long tables, and the atmosphere was lively with dim lighting and strong, rhythmic music. As the "muscular men" appeared, they took off their jackets one by one to show off their strong muscles, and the audience began to scream and shout.
Qiao Shu touched the tip of her nose, embarrassed to realize that she wasn't attracted to muscular Western men.
She still prefers Yu Zeheng's type, whose muscles are not exaggerated to the point of bulging out, but rather just the right amount of thin muscles, any more would be too greasy, any less would be too withered.
The three American girls who were traveling with Qiao Shu were absolutely thrilled. They excitedly told her that there were so many styles, from cute young men to mature, handsome men, and every single one of them was captivating.
Qiao Shu couldn't see any difference and categorized them all into the category of men she didn't like.
As the dancing became increasingly daring, Qiao Shu no longer blushed; instead, she grew tired of it.
Just as they started interacting, Yu Zeheng called to ask if she had finished.
One of the "muscular men" squatted down and asked her in English if she could dance on his lap. Her mind went blank for a second. She put down her phone, apologized, and told her friend that she had to leave. She found a quiet place and called back, speaking in a haughty tone: "It's over. Come pick me up."
The streets of Las Vegas are wide, with more traffic at night than at night. Signs are flashing, and huge screens are showing advertisements. Qiao Shu waited quietly for a while until a sports car pulled up to the side of the road.
The car window rolled down, revealing the face of the man inside. He had a calm yet gloomy demeanor, and his gaze fell on her from a distance. She looked clean and refreshing, like a handful of white snow.
He did nothing, just pursed his thin lips, and he was more captivating to her than the men thrusting their hips on the runway.
Qiao Shu got into the car and heard Yu Zeheng ask in a steady voice, "Is it pretty?"
She shook her head: "It wasn't very good. I wanted to leave several times during the halftime show, but luckily you called, and I took the opportunity to slip away."
Yu Zeheng didn't believe a word of it: "You want to leave? Is there anyone who can stop you?"
He knew what kind of fashion show she was referring to; a bunch of videos were posted online of men shirtless, dancing provocatively, sharing their various experiences of watching the shows in the comments section, claiming that these videos were already the minimum acceptable level for censorship, and that more couldn't be filmed or posted.
Qiao Shu leaned back in the car seat, her eyelashes drooping, in a lazy posture: "After all, we've come all this way and paid for the tickets, so I figured I had to see something to make it worthwhile."
They remained silent in the car, but when they arrived at the hotel, their tightly closed lips were pried open, and they began kissing as soon as they entered the room.
Neither of them were particularly reserved. After the first time, things became more natural. She hooked her arms around his neck and followed his steps haphazardly forward, her clothes falling off one by one. Qiao Shu almost tripped over his pants, stumbled, and was then pulled up.
The sheets had already been changed and laid out again, and the mess from last night was no longer visible.
Yu Zeheng braced his arms on either side of her, one hand holding her waist. Qiao Shu was being warmed by his surging heat, her fingers rummaging through the sheets beneath her.
Yu Zeheng's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his voice was hoarse with its own unique huskiness: "Dancing on your lap?"
Qiao Shu was slightly taken aback: "You heard that?"
I didn't ask about it on the way back, but now it's suddenly been brought up.
Yu Zeheng remained noncommittal. He heard the man on the other end of the line speaking in a cloying tone, saying that she was very beautiful, like an oriental goddess, and asking if he could dance on her lap.
"Men are just so good at dancing, huh?" He emphasized his words, his tone equally forceful.
"No!"
"I refused, I don't like it." Qiao Shu's breathing was extremely unstable due to the bumpy ride, and even her voice sounded like it was pieced together from broken pieces.
Yu Zeheng brushed a stray strand of hair damp with sweat from her forehead with his fingers: "I can continue this relationship with you, but on one condition: you move back to the master bedroom."
Qiao Shu took half a second to realize what he meant. She blinked her eyelashes, her eyes misty, and said, "I'm not used to it."
Yu Zeheng leaned heavily against her, and Qiao Shu bit her lip so hard she almost couldn't catch her breath. She could hear the breath he was exhaling in her ear was heavier than usual.
"You said last night that you weren't used to it and felt uncomfortable because you were so full, but you've gotten used to it very quickly now, haven't you?"
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Author's Note: Some people are really wicked, using their bodies to climb the social ladder, bro.
50 random red envelopes, kiss kiss!
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