Chapter 62 A man's plan for the day begins in the morning.
Her eyes were glistening with tiny drops of water, and her tongue lightly brushed against the gap between his lips and teeth, the movement soft yet resilient, clumsy yet alluring.
How could Rong Chengzhou resist her seduction like this? He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the back of her head.
With a slight turn, he took the initiative and pinned her beneath him.
His breathing became heavier, and his hot breath fell on her face.
His voice was low and hoarse: "Peipei, are you sure you want this?"
Her chest heaved, Jiang Mingxue breathed slightly heavily, her voice soft yet firm: "Yes, I'm sure..."
Before she could finish speaking, the man leaned down and captured her lips with his.
The two weeks of separation made the kiss urgent and passionate.
Their longing seemed to find an outlet; their bodies intertwined, they embraced tightly, responding to each other with all their might, their kisses lingering and reluctant to part.
In the simple and cozy family room, the only sound was the ambiguous murmur of lips touching.
Like a drowning fish, Rong Chengzhou only let Jiang Mingxue go after she was kissed to the point of suffocation.
The gentle kisses slowly moved upwards, landing on her ears, cheeks, nose, eyes, eyebrows, and finally on her forehead.
Warm lips gently touched her forehead, tracing the edges of her wound with care, as if afraid of breaking it.
He wanted to kiss her wound, but was afraid of hurting her, so his movements were slow and almost reverent.
But this process was truly grueling for her.
Her slender fingers gripped his shoulders, and she softly called his name: "Rong Chengzhou..."
The man gave a soft "Mmm": "I'm here."
"Rong Chengzhou..." she called out again.
The meaning is self-evident.
Rong Chengzhou chuckled softly: "Peipei, I forgot to tell you, there are no safety measures here."
Jiang Mingxue bit her lower lip, opened her half-closed eyes, and mumbled, "I have it in my pocket..."
The man raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, his smiling tone carrying a deeper meaning:
"Wasn't it supposed to be filled with toilet paper?"
Jiang Mingxue's cheeks flushed red, feeling utterly ashamed: "...Go and get it quickly."
Rong Chengzhou chuckled softly. Her coat was draped over the chair by the bed, and he reached out and picked it up.
He reached into his bulging pockets and pulled out handfuls of things, spreading them all over the bed.
He recognized the packaging bag; it wasn't from any brand on the market, but a custom-made one that he hadn't even had a chance to open himself.
They were all loose, unpacked. Rong Chengzhou glanced at them and saw that Jiang Mingxue had more than twenty in her two pockets.
His smile deepened: "Peipei, you've prepared all this just to sleep with me?"
She brought no luggage, no clothes, not even a charger, but two pockets full of condoms.
His gentle and charming wife always brings him unexpected surprises.
They dare to love and hate, and dare to speak and act.
Every aspect of it is how he likes it.
Jiang Mingxue's cheeks burned from his teasing. She pulled the blanket over her face, and a muffled voice came from under the covers:
"What's wrong with sleeping? Is that not allowed?"
Rong Chengzhou chuckled, drawing out the last syllable of his voice: "Okay."
He leaned down and pressed down on her, his voice unusually low and husky: "I will definitely satisfy Mrs. Rong today."
......
He pulled the blanket off, exposing his rosy face to the dim light.
His slender fingers unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, and his lips, which had been restrained, moved down her fair neck and collarbone until they were covered in red marks.
More than a month has passed since their wedding night, and Rong Chengzhou has also been enduring it for more than a month.
Coupled with the two weeks of separation, all desires erupted at this moment, including wanting to see her, wanting her, and—
He wanted to possess her completely and absolutely.
But he didn't just vent his emotions; instead, he listened to her voice and instructions, acting with restraint and tact.
She was like his strategist, completely in control of his rhythm.
He retreats when the flag is lowered, and advances when the flag is raised.
When emotions run deep, they naturally intensify, and the girl beneath him burst into tears.
The man's brows furrowed deeply, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The territory he hadn't touched for a month now felt even more unfamiliar to him.
He tensed his jaw and stepped back apologetically.
Jiang Mingxue hugged him tightly, her fingertips gripping his shoulders so tightly they turned white: "No..."
She choked back tears.
On their wedding night, the pain outweighed her desire for him, so she was afraid, apprehensive, and timid.
But this time, she just wanted to be close to him, as close as possible, to heal the longing she had felt these past few days.
Sex is only possible with love.
At this moment, she wanted all of him.
The wooden bed creaked as he kissed away her tears again and again, his sweet words making her swoon.
"Peipei, I miss you so much."
The man was poised and controlled, his voice hoarse beyond recognition:
Have you thought about me these days?
Jiang Mingxue gripped the bed sheet tightly, biting her lip and remaining silent.
"Peipei, did you miss me?"
Seemingly dissatisfied with her reaction, he deliberately teased her. He lightly bit her between his teeth, and a tingling current instantly flowed through her limbs, sending shivers down her spine.
A barely suppressed murmur escaped her throat; she surrendered, replying in a tearful voice, "I missed you..."
Not content with that, he lightly teased with the tip of his tongue, continuing, "How much do you want it?"
"...I really, really want to."
Jiang Mingxue weakly clung to his shoulder, her voice trembling.
He slightly parted his lips, finally satisfied.
He slowly lowered his waist, and amidst her soft sobs, he leaned down and kissed the back of her ear: "My dear Peipei."
The morning light streamed through the white curtains, enveloping the two intertwined figures.
The gates of the family compound were wide open, and early risers came out one after another; only their day and night were just beginning.
The early bird catches the worm.
In her hazy state of consciousness, Jiang Mingxue suddenly thought of a word.
He indulged in debauchery during the day.
The light was bright but not glaring, and Jiang Mingxue could see every muscle on his body and every scar on his arms.
Similarly, he can see her more clearly.
The sheets were crumpled into a ball. Rong Chengzhou slowly pried open her fingers, intertwining them with his own. He pressed himself close to her, teasingly caressing her.
"Peipei, do you like this?"
Jiang Mingxue frowned slightly, tilted her head to one side, revealing her slender, fair neck.
Biting her lower lip, she only let out a short, drawn-out "Mmm..."
The man gently sucked on her swan-like neck: "Do you like me?"
"..." Jiang Mingxue breathed slightly, her eyes glazed and accusing, "Rong Chengzhou, can you please not ask such questions at a time like this..."
He pressed on, step by step: "I want to know the answer."
Jiang Mingxue couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Rong Chengzhou—!"
"Yes, I'm here."
He responded softly, but did not back down.
His deep, calm gaze was now tinged with intense desire, burning within her as he repeated the same question:
"Peipei, do you like me?"
Jiang Mingxue had no other choice but to compromise and answer:
"Yes, I like it..."
Who do you like?
"I like... Rong Chengzhou."
Who likes Rong Chengzhou?
"......"
Approaching again, Jiang Mingxue yielded and begged for mercy, her voice involuntarily rising an octave:
I like Rong Chengzhou—
This answer finally satisfied him. His hot, rough palms gripped the girl's soft, slender waist, pulling her down into the clouds.
The light, white gauze curtains were blown by the wind, soft, entwined, and swaying, creating ripples.
Outside the window, the wind whispers, and the morning glow burns the distant mountains, enveloping every rock in scorching flames.
The sounds of children playing and adults talking gradually drifted from the residential compound; the whole world was noisy, yet the curtains kept it all out.
Outside the window, pedestrians hurried by, the sun rose and set, and while everyone was busy running around, they were soberly lost in the quiet of the room.
As the sun set and the moon hung high in the sky, the wooden bed gradually returned to calm.
Like fireworks touching a flame, bursting into full bloom.
Jiang Mingxue tilted her head back and breathed heavily, her body as if it had lost its moisture, her pupils becoming hazy and unfocused.
The light diffused into a warm mist, and a warm current surged through every nerve like a tidal wave, leaving my fingertips and scalp numb.
I've lost count of how many times this has happened, but I still can't bear this overwhelming surge.
The room grew increasingly damp, and the sticky sensation lingered on his fingertips. Rong Chengzhou didn't rush to clean her up; instead, he fed her a glass of water and gently comforted her while holding her close.
When all was quiet and everything was finally over, Jiang Mingxue lay on the bed, her consciousness gradually returning.
The first reaction that came to mind was—
Thankfully, the bed didn't collapse.
From six in the morning to nine at night, Rong Chengzhou flipped her over and tried countless positions.
Plastic packaging was torn open one after another, clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the room was a complete mess.
After she calmed down a bit, Rong Chengzhou carried her to the bathroom to wash up, still looking somewhat unsatisfied.
They hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and Rong Chengzhou could have continued if he wasn't worried about starving her.
The family compound only had showers. Jiang Mingxue's legs were sore and weak, and she could only barely stand by clinging to his shoulders.
Rong Chengzhou held her and helped her wash her entire body.
The bathroom was filled with steam, and warm water poured down from above, sliding down her skin. Her fair skin was covered with dense red marks, from her forehead to her ankles, all of which were traces he had left behind.
Rong Chengzhou gently applied shampoo to her hair, avoiding her wound.
The voice, still a little hoarse from the steam, asked, "Are you hungry?"
Jiang Mingxue leaned against him and whispered, "It's alright."
My body was so weak that I couldn't feel any hunger at all.
The man nodded: "I'll take you to get something to eat later."
Jiang Mingxue shook her head: "I'm not going. You can buy it for me."
She can't even stand up straight now.
Rong Chengzhou hummed in agreement: "Alright, you should rest well at home."
Jiang Mingxue nodded: "Okay."
After washing her hair, I helped her apply shower gel and carefully cleaned every part of her body.
After standing against Rong Chengzhou for more than ten minutes, Jiang Mingxue couldn't hold on any longer and couldn't help but urge him, "Isn't it ready yet?"
Rong Chengzhou: "Right away."
White foam covered his entire body, inadvertently brushing against his skin and leaving a white mark on his bronze complexion.
Holding her in one arm, my palm traced the water flow over every inch of her skin, washing away the foam.
The girl's delicate back pressed tightly against his front, unconsciously rubbing against him.
Rong Chengzhou paused slightly, his prominent Adam's apple bobbing gently, and then he called her name: "Peipei".
Jiang Mingxue leaned lazily against him, her hazy eyes lifting with an unconscious allure: "Hmm?"
Rong Chengzhou didn't say anything, but simply turned the water flow up even more.
Then his large hand slowly moved toward her lower abdomen.
I held her and did it again.
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