Chapter 52 Qingyun Peipei, these are all things you will have to repay in the future. ...
The man's fingertips were still lingering in her hair. Upon hearing this, his dark pupils trembled slightly.
His slightly scrutinizing gaze locked onto her eyes, those bright eyes hiding a fleeting fear, filled with helpless tears, even her eyelashes trembling slightly.
She was terrified, but she pretended to be strong and stared at him without blinking.
Rong Chengzhou stared at her for a few seconds, and after a while, a soft laugh escaped his throat.
So that's what she meant by drinking—it was for this very reason.
It was as if several fireworks were slowly blooming, and one could no longer look away from her face. Her originally clear and even somewhat cold eyes softened instantly, as if they had been soaked in warm water, carrying a helpless sense of compromise.
His gentle and charming wife always brought him unexpected surprises. He was already powerless against her, so how could he not be moved by such a sincere invitation?
He sighed, a sigh as light as a feather falling to the ground: "What am I going to do with you?"
Like lovers whispering secrets, his forehead rested against hers.
I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
I was genuinely angry, and I was also genuinely helpless.
He truly wanted her, and he truly felt sorry for her.
Jiang Mingxue blinked slowly, staring at him intently. Her voice trailed off, as if softened by alcohol, with a slightly sticky tone: "What's wrong? Don't you want it?"
Every word she uttered unconsciously drew him in. Rong Chengzhou couldn't bear to look at her captivating appearance, yet he couldn't look away.
He closed his eyes helplessly, his fingertips gripping her shoulder gradually turning white, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.
After a moment, he opened his eyes again.
Those piercing eyes held a burning, scorching flame.
He looked into her eyes and whispered, "But I want more."
It's not just her body.
He certainly hoped she could share his sexual pleasures, but he was even less willing to see her compromise in this marriage.
"Hmm?" The girl tilted her head, confusion hidden in her bright eyes. "What else do you want?"
She was really drunk.
Rong Chengzhou was relieved that he hadn't left her alone in the tavern today.
Fortunately, she was his wife, and only he could see this side of her.
He slightly raised the corners of his lips, but offered no further explanation.
He leaned down and kissed her lips.
Unlike last time, when he was impatient and angry, he slowly kissed her eyebrows and eyes, his slender fingers unhurriedly unbuttoning her shirt.
A cold wind blew against her bare skin, and Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but shiver.
The next second, the man pulled the blanket over her body.
The delicate kisses fell gently, sending shivers down her spine.
He hadn't taken off the ring he was wearing when he left home; the cool metal band, with its slightly angular edges, brushed against her soft skin, eliciting a soft moan from her.
"Rong Chengzhou..." she called out to him in a trembling voice, gripping his strong arm tightly, her slender fingertips already white.
"Mmm," the man responded softly, the short syllables also tinged with intense desire.
The bedroom lights were on, and women's clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor.
The man's rough calluses gently caressed every inch of her body, and the wedding rings engraved with the initials of their names rotated, rubbed, and moved in and out of the soft, narrow space, making her body feel completely limp.
He kissed her slender, fair neck and whispered an apology in her ear: "I'm sorry, I was too hasty last time."
He was excessively gentle this time, and Jiang Mingxue was so guided into a state of blissful confusion that she didn't hear a word he said.
She bit her lower lip, trying not to let the shameful sounds escape.
Her red lips were bitten until they turned white. Rong Chengzhou stretched out a finger, brought it close to her lips, and coaxed her in a low voice, "Peipei, bite me."
Jiang Mingxue loosened her grip on her teeth and was about to obediently do as she was told when she suddenly remembered something and tightly closed her mouth.
Her doe-like eyes widened, and she kept shaking her head at him.
Rong Chengzhou saw through her thoughts at a glance and chuckled softly, "This hand didn't go in."
Jiang Mingxue then opened her lips and took his finger into her mouth.
But it didn't bite as hard as it would bite itself.
Whether it was due to the alcohol or not, the box of custom-made condoms remained unopened throughout, yet Jiang Mingxue experienced unprecedented pleasure.
A full hour passed before Rong Chengzhou carried her to the bathroom to take a shower.
He filled the bathtub with hot water, gently placed her down, and carefully washed her clean, bit by bit.
The bathroom was steamy, and the mirror was covered with a layer of fog.
Jiang Mingxue lay in the bathtub with her lips slightly parted, still breathing softly.
She let him stroke her entire body with his hands covered in foam.
With slightly tipsy eyes, Rong Chengzhou was still dressed neatly. She lowered her gaze to a certain spot and cautiously asked, "Rong Chengzhou, aren't you feeling unwell?"
The man's thin, ascetic lips pressed into a straight line: "A little."
Jiang Mingxue bit her lip and tentatively reached out her hand: "How about I help you?"
“No need.” Rong Chengzhou grasped her hand, his voice restrained and hoarse. “I can handle it myself.”
It was almost three o'clock, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back.
Jiang Mingxue had no choice but to withdraw her hand, a hint of guilt in her eyes.
She originally intended to help him achieve his goals, but in the end, it became her show.
After washing her clean, Rong Chengzhou helped her dry off, first carrying her to the sofa, then taking a new sheet from the wardrobe and laying it on before carrying her back to bed.
He tucked her in, then gently stroked her still slightly flushed cheeks with his fingertips: "Go to sleep if you're sleepy. I'm going to take a shower."
Jiang Mingxue nodded obediently: "Okay."
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. She rarely stayed up this late. Her eyelids were drooping with sleep, but she still forced her eyes open, yawning as she waited for Rong Chengzhou.
Twenty minutes passed, and Rong Chengzhou still hadn't come out.
Jiang Mingxue rolled over, changing her position to clear her head.
Forty minutes passed, and the bathroom door still remained closed.
Jiang Mingxue almost fell asleep, but with something on her mind, she suddenly woke up, rubbed her eyes, sat up, and continued to wait.
An hour passed, and the sound of water never stopped.
Jiang Mingxue leaned against the headboard, her chin bobbing up and down, her eyes opening and closing intermittently.
She suddenly understood why Rong Chengzhou hadn't let her help.
Two hours later, Rong Chengzhou finally opened the bathroom door and came out wrapped in a bathrobe.
As soon as I stepped into the bedroom, I saw Jiang Mingxue with her head tilted to the side, asleep against the headboard.
The effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off, and the flush on her peaceful sleeping face had faded. She was holding his pillow in her arms, her breathing light and shallow.
He made sure she lay down when he left.
Rong Chengzhou raised his hand and touched the girl's face, his eyes filled with an unfathomable emotion.
He wasn't oblivious to her rejection and withdrawal tonight, her attempts to avoid him, and even getting herself drunk.
He hadn't expected to cause her such trouble.
Perhaps he was too hasty.
He did a bad job.
Rong Chengzhou gazed at his wife's peaceful sleeping face with his deep eyes for a long time before slowly shifting his gaze away.
I reached out and turned off the light, then gently carried her to lie down.
Jiang Mingxue was still thinking about Rong Chengzhou after he finished showering in her sleep, so she didn't sleep very soundly. She woke up as soon as Rong Chengzhou hugged her.
Nestled in his arms, she slowly opened her eyes: "You're back."
Rong Chengzhou hummed in agreement, his chin brushing against her hair: "Didn't I tell you to go to sleep if you were sleepy?"
Jiang Mingxue felt much more at ease and wrapped her arms around his lean waist: "I want to wait for you together."
A surge of heat filled his chest, and he tightened his grip on her arms: "Next time I'm not here, you're not allowed to drink with anyone else."
Jiang Mingxue asked, puzzled, "Why?"
Rong Chengzhou hesitated for a moment; she truly had no self-awareness.
After calming her breathing, she slowly said, "It's too attractive."
I drank a bit too much tonight, and I still feel a bit tipsy.
She blinked slowly, trying to understand what he meant.
"Oh—" After roughly understanding, she paused for two seconds and then suddenly looked up.
The alcohol fumes had faded from his clear eyes, and his eyelashes fluttered gently, like falling stars.
Her warm breath brushed against his neck, and her red lips parted slightly as she asked directly, "Did I provoke you?"
"......"
Rong Chengzhou's emotions, which had just calmed down, became chaotic again. His prominent Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and after several seconds of silence, he nodded in the expectant gaze of the little girl.
He feigned indifference and replied with only one syllable: "Mm."
She didn't need to provoke him; just a quiet glance at him was enough to make him lose all self-control.
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Jiang Mingxue's eyes instantly curved into a smile, as if the moon and stars were reflected in her eyes at the same time.
He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the girl's smug expression: "Are you satisfied now?"
Jiang Mingxue chuckled, her bright eyes revealing a naiveté that was different from her usual calm and composed demeanor: "Satisfied."
Her drunken appearance was so endearing that Rong Chengzhou stared at her intently, and the fire in his heart that he had barely managed to extinguish began to reignite.
He restrained himself from looking away, gently patted her back, and said in a very soft voice, as if coaxing a child, "Go to sleep."
Jiang Mingxue, like an immature child, nodded vigorously twice and obediently said, "Okay."
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, like a thin veil gently draped over the two embracing figures. The moonlight, like a ribbon, flowed through the folds of the blankets, casting their intertwined shadows on the wall, like a long, quiet painting.
The only sounds in the air were their breaths mingling with the occasional evening breeze passing by the window, so gentle it seemed to melt the tranquility of the night into the warmth of their embrace.
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The next morning, Jiang Mingxue slept until almost 11 a.m.
Last night's intensity and duration were just right; she didn't feel physically tired, but rather relaxed.
Rong Chengzhou slept in with her until nine o'clock today, worked out for an hour in the gym downstairs, and is currently taking a shower in the bathroom.
Jiang Mingxue stretched and yawned, then lay in bed in a daze for a while before lazily getting out of bed.
The shoes were on Rong Chengzhou's side. She moved over and sat on the edge of the bed. As she bent down to put on her shoes, her gaze inadvertently fell on the silver wedding ring on the bedside table.
A few crystal-clear water droplets clung to it, giving it a moist sheen. It was most likely that Rong Chengzhou had taken it off before taking a bath, but Jiang Mingxue inexplicably felt that the water droplets were something else entirely.
Although she was drunk last night, she wasn't completely blacked out; she was just a little disoriented and couldn't control what she was saying. But she still remembered exactly what Rong Chengzhou had done.
A sudden flush rose to her face as she recalled what had happened last night, and she unconsciously licked her dry lips.
Just then, Rong Chengzhou came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. Jiang Mingxue hurriedly looked away and frantically put on her shoes.
Rong Chengzhou approached, towel in hand, drying his hair as he asked, "Awake?"
Jiang Mingxue nodded: "Mm."
"Get up, wash up, and have something to eat."
"good."
Rong Chengzhou walked to the bedside, picked up the wedding ring, and put it back on his ring finger.
Jiang Mingxue put on her shoes and sat up straight, just in time to see the ring on his hand.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened around the corner of the blanket. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke up: "Rong Chengzhou, why don't you change the ring?"
The man looked up, his eyebrows slightly raised: "What's wrong?"
A blush crept onto her cheeks, and Jiang Mingxue bit her lip, finding it difficult to speak: "...that ring got dirty."
After staying inside her for so long last night, she herself could no longer look at the wedding ring directly.
Rong Chengzhou glanced down at the ring on his hand: "I've cleaned it."
Jiang Mingxue: "That's not really a good idea..."
A hint of a smile appeared in Rong Chengzhou's eyes: "You're complaining about your own?"
"..." Jiang Mingxue was speechless for a moment, then retorted softly, "It's not like I'm the one wearing it. I'm just worried that you might be a germaphobe and not want to wear it."
Rong Chengzhou does have a bit of a cleanliness obsession, except for things on Jiang Mingxue's body.
His slender fingers gently twirled the ring, his tone both gentle and firm:
"I like this one, and I don't plan to change to any others."
Jiang Mingxue glanced at him and said, "I kindly reminded you, but you insisted on wearing it yourself."
The man slightly raised the corners of his lips: "You don't need to worry about me."
He lowered his gaze to look at her meaningfully, his deep eyes seeming to draw her in like a whirlpool, and said, word by word:
“Peipei, you will have to pay all of this back in the future.”
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