Chapter 109 I Really Miss You
Meng Lingge bit her lip, feeling both shy and subtly expectant.
She and Wen Zhiming had made love many times, but because of Wen Zhiming's special circumstances, it was mostly driven by instinct. For her, there was pleasure and satisfaction, but she always felt that something was missing: the soul connection between lovers.
Now, Wen Zhiming's black hair flutters lightly, her eyes are like shooting stars, and her lips are as red as cinnabar; every move she makes is captivating.
With that tender, gentle smile, even before anything had begun, Meng Lingge felt a sense of satisfaction that went from her eyes to her heart.
The man leaned over and placed his lips on her forehead, kissing her as he undressed her. Meng Lingge was burning up and lost in passion when she suddenly remembered the girl who had entered the room with her and been knocked unconscious by Wen Zhiming.
"Stop, wait a minute, there are still people..."
Even though the girl was unconscious, what if she suddenly woke up? Even if she didn't wake up, something felt strange, making it hard for her to concentrate.
Meng Lingge covered her clothes and struggled to sit up. She noticed that the bed curtains had been lowered at some point. She lifted the curtains but found that the girl on the floor and the scattered snacks were gone.
"What... what's going on?"
Wen Zhiming pulled her back and first kissed her furrowed brows.
“My guards threw her back. The ten guards that my mother assigned to me did not receive the monthly salary from the Prince’s Mansion; they were hired by my mother privately, so they were not taken away by the officials. After I recovered, I summoned them in. Li Yan’er thought that there was no one guarding me at night, but in fact, my guards were watching her as soon as she went out. If you hadn’t been with her, she wouldn’t have been able to enter my door at all.”
After the man finished speaking, he looked at Meng Lingge with a sorrowful gaze, "I thought my wife was here to save me, but who knew you would help that wicked woman and humiliate your husband."
As he spoke, his hands continued to peel off Meng Lingge's clothes, and when he said the word "humiliation," he even gently nibbled on Meng Lingge's shoulder.
Meng Lingge's eyes were slightly closed, and she almost murmured aloud, her mind in turmoil because of him.
"Didn't you say we were already divorced and you didn't have time for romance? So what's going on now? That's a beauty bestowed upon you by the Emperor. If you keep her in your residence, you'll see her all the time. Who knows, one day..."
Her next words were cut short.
Wen Zhiming domineeringly suppressed her, not only silencing her next words, but also conquering her heart, leaving her unable to think of anything else.
The man knew her body all too well. Under his tender caresses, Meng Lingge was like a fish swimming in the sea, constantly losing herself, constantly sinking deeper, constantly succumbing...
Meng Lingge initially tried to endure it, but the man's energy was too great, and his almost vicious abuse gradually broke her down. From biting her lip in silence to soft moans, then to near sobs, she finally couldn't help but beg for mercy.
"My wife, I told you I miss you so much, so very much. Do you believe me now?" Wen Zhiming's voice, half seductive and half threatening, came from beside her ear.
Judging from his tone, he would continue to do evil if Meng Lingge said she didn't believe him.
Meng Lingge couldn't stay out for too long. It was nighttime, and her parents would worry if they found out she wasn't home.
Although she didn't want Wen Zhiming to succeed, she gave in considering the current situation.
"I believe you. I trust you now."
Wen Zhiming was initially eager to try, but seeing that Meng Lingge was covered in a fine sweat and her voice was a little hoarse, he softened his heart and took a handkerchief to wipe Meng Lingge's sweat.
Meng Lingge looked at the white handkerchief with several forsythia flowers embroidered at the bottom; it was the one she had given to Wen Zhiming.
Back then, Wen Zhiming was just an innocent boy who doted on her every day, so it wasn't strange for him to use this handkerchief. But now, Wen Zhiming is a handsome and outstanding man, so using this handkerchief seems a bit out of place, even childish.
"I'll take this back and embroider one that will suit you better next time."
Wen Zhiming hurriedly folded the handkerchief and put it away. "The things my wife gave me are the most suitable for me."
Meng Lingge didn't argue with him. If he wanted to keep it, so be it, as long as he didn't mind the embarrassment.
Besides, he might be able to use it when he occasionally acts crazy or silly.
Wen Zhiming lay down next to Meng Lingge and kissed her cheek.
"I remember that you are very clean, but I don't have any maids here. Please wait here for a while while I go to the kitchen to get some water."
Meng Lingge was surprised that he was so thoughtful and considerate, but she was still a little worried.
"You're going? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the people in the manor?"
Among the people the Emperor assigned to Wen Kehao in this residence, there must be some of his spies. If they discover Wen Zhiming going to the kitchen to fetch water, they will inevitably suspect something. Even if it is discovered by someone who is not a spy, they may still harbor suspicions in private.
A light smile bloomed on Wen Zhiming's lips. "Of course I'll go. My wife used to take care of me, but now that I'm better, it's my turn to take care of her."
He quickly put on his clothes and said confidently, "I have practiced martial arts for more than ten years, but I was infected by a Gu worm before and could not get the key points and could not use them. Now I have woken up from the dream, as if I have been enlightened. Although I cannot use it to the fullest extent immediately, seventy or eighty percent of it is enough to deal with the guards in the mansion."
Meng Lingge recalled that when he knocked the girl unconscious, it was indeed as fast as lightning. Such speed would not be difficult to deceive ordinary guards.
Wen Zhiming is so skilled, yet he's willing to do these small things like pouring her water. Meng Lingge is happy but also a little embarrassed.
"Never mind, I'm dressed as a maid anyway, so I'll go by myself."
Wen Zhiming pressed down on her shoulders, preventing her from getting up. His gaze swept over her dangerously. "My wife isn't tired at all, yet she can still exert herself like this. It seems her pleas for mercy earlier were all a lie. In that case, why don't we..."
"No!" Meng Lingge immediately shrank into the quilt and whispered, "Then go quickly and come back quickly."
A satisfied chuckle came from above, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.
Only after Wen Zhiming left did Meng Lingge peek out, find her clothes, and put them on one by one.
She felt a slight soreness all over her body, as if Wen Zhiming's body hadn't recovered yet, but she still had inexhaustible energy.
She made her face so sallow and covered in freckles today, but this scoundrel didn't seem to mind and kept nibbling at her for a long time.
If I don't take advantage of this time while he's away to tidy myself up, he might start pestering me and acting unreasonable when he comes back.
In truth, she was reluctant to leave. When Wen Zhiming was affected by the Gu worm, they were very loving. Now that Wen Zhiming has recovered and is even more outstanding and considerate than before, she feels even more reluctant to leave.
However, now that the two are in the capital, under the Emperor's very nose, they have to separate for the time being for safety reasons.
I came here today mainly to see Wen Zhiming and see if he had really forgotten me. Now that I have seen him and learned that Wen Zhiming has not lost his memory and still has excellent martial arts skills, I feel a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and feel completely refreshed.
Wen Zhiming returned quickly, carrying a large wooden bucket in each hand, bringing back two large buckets of water at once.
“My wife, I told you I would take care of you from now on. I will dress you.”
Seeing that Meng Lingge was still tidying up her outer garments, he cunningly moved closer, grabbed Meng Lingge's hands, and used his other hand to peel off the clothes she had just put on.
Meng Lingge blushed deeply and kept trying to dodge him.
"No...you're up to no good!"
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