Chapter 48 Intimacy "Happy birthday, boyfriend."...
The living room was quiet, and from the coffee table on the other side of the sofa came calm and regular snoring.
On the sofa side, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, two intertwined figures are reflected in the water, kissing passionately.
Zhang Minglang seemed to be venting his anger at being interrupted so many times, or perhaps he was just impatient due to inexperience. He simply reached out and firmly gripped Tang Yi's cold neck, pressing his lips hard against hers.
The aroma of wine permeated the air, and the soup lingered even more intensely on the lips.
She was forced to retreat repeatedly by Zhang Minglang's almost chaotic kissing skills, yet she couldn't help but tilt her head back to accept it.
Her slender arms gently draped over his shoulders, encircling his neck. Behind her was a soft sofa, the plastic clasps of her bra straps digging painfully into her. Zhang Minglang maintained the same stiff posture.
Both of them were lost in the long, lingering kiss, oblivious to the slightly uncomfortable little details.
The wind was howling outside the window, slapping against the glass, sounding like the strange cries of some kind of creature.
The corner of the sofa inside the window was getting warmer.
A very soft, satisfied whimper escaped Tang Yi's throat, like the murmur of Xiao Bai in its sleep.
Realizing that the sound was actually coming from her own mouth, Tang Yi felt as if a kettle was boiling over on her head, with wisps of smoke rapidly billowing out.
She felt the lips pressed against hers gently curve upwards, as if they were secretly laughing at her uncontrollable emotions.
So the examiner decided to punish him.
She released her arms from Zhang Minglang, propped herself up, and pulled away from his lips.
Zhang Minglang felt a coolness on his lips. He half-opened his hazy eyes and looked at her, his eyes seeming to ask what was wrong.
Tang Yi punched him lightly. As if anticipating her movement, Zhang Minglang leaned back and dramatically clutched his shoulder, groaning in pain.
"It hurts so much, what should I do?"
As Zhang Minglang spoke, he reached out to put his arm around Tang Yi's waist.
Suddenly, a rustling sound of fabric came from the coffee table, startling Tang Yi so much that she trembled and pressed down on his outstretched hand.
The two of them turned their heads at the same time to look at the source of the sound.
Cheng He, who was lying face down against the coffee table, suddenly raised her head, with a red mark on one side of her face from the pressure.
He squinted, staring blankly at the two people who were sitting cross-legged, almost touching each other's arms.
He found out?
Tang Yi felt a chill run down her spine and pulled her outstretched leg back, calmly rehearsing her words.
Zhang Minglang remained calm, even having the leisure to stare at her glistening lips, which were slightly pursed due to nervousness.
What should I do? I should have known better than to laugh at her.
I want to kiss you again.
Tang Yi was about to say something when Cheng He spoke first, his voice weak and still slurred: "Why aren't you drinking?"
Hearing this nonsensical remark, she hesitated before turning to look at Zhang Minglang.
He shrugged: "That's just how he is. He can't hold his liquor, but he likes to drink recklessly."
Before Zhang Minglang could finish speaking, Cheng He indeed lay down again, and even began to snore rhythmically.
With the only uncertainty gone, Zhang Minglang turned his head and tried to get closer to Tang Yi's face.
Tang Yi decisively reached out and pushed his face away.
Zhang Minglang tilted his face to one side, not angry at all, but in that position he let out a low laugh from his chest. A few stray hairs hanging on his forehead trembled slightly, the rhythm of his laughter.
He reached out and rubbed the skin on his face that Tang Yi's hand had touched, then moved his hand from his cheek to his nose to sniff.
It smells like green apples.
Tang Yi felt her cool face heat up as she watched the man's lewd actions.
Her voice was soft: "Indecent."
Zhang Minglang laughed: "Who's being indecent? Whoever pretends to be drunk and kisses me is the one who's indecent."
Tang Yi chuckled: "You seem to be enjoying it too."
Zhang Minglang readily admitted, "Yes, it was very enjoyable."
Tang Yi was annoyed by his arrogant look and raised her fist to punch him again. But he was experienced; he quickly extended his large palm and completely enveloped her fist in his own.
Ice blocks slid into the volcano.
Tang Yi tried to move her fist, but he held it tightly and she couldn't break free.
Tang Yi lost a game.
But Tang Yi is not a loser who gives up easily.
She felt the heat of his hand, and as if she were trying to regain her composure, she locked her gaze into Zhang Minglang's eyes and asked slowly, "Why are your hands so hot?"
Zhang Minglang raised an eyebrow, took her hand, and moved it to his left chest. Through the thin fabric, Tang Yi could clearly feel his heartbeat, one after another, as if it wanted to break through flesh and blood, tear through clothes, and leap in front of her.
The off-white knit sweater he wore was a heart-pounding sweater.
But the owner of the knitted sweater displayed a completely different demeanor. He seemed completely at ease, even having time to bend down, lower his head, and gently press his cheek against the skin of her hand.
The green apple flavor is stronger. The prickly sensation from the stubble on my chin is more pronounced.
Zhang Minglang looked directly into Tang Yi's eyes without any fear, his warm breath brushing against her wrist: "Your heart is beating very fast too."
Tang Yi should have felt warmer, but her physiological response went to the other extreme. She felt her fingers were colder and her breathing was slower.
But she still retained a sliver of reason.
Tang Yi turned her head and glanced at the people on the sofa who were completely drunk, still feeling uneasy.
Zhang Minglang could see through her thoughts. He chuckled softly, "Scared?"
Hearing his seemingly provocative tone, Tang Yiben's still wavering heart suddenly calmed down.
A strange competitive spirit prompted her to slowly raise her eyelashes, her voice like it held a hook: "To your room?"
Zhang Minglang was taken aback.
His eyes flickered slightly for a moment, then he braced himself and asked in a firm voice, "We... so fast?"
Tang Yi still smiled: "You don't want to?"
Zhang Minglang felt a little apprehensive, but mostly excited.
He didn't answer her, but immediately got up, wrapped his arms around Tang Yi's knees and back, picked her up, and even lifted her up in the air.
Suddenly suspended in mid-air, Tang Yi struggled to keep herself from screaming.
He held her in his arms, his steps steady, but at a certain point he suddenly turned and stopped next to a bookshelf by the stairs.
"...What?" Tang Yi asked, puzzled.
Zhang Minglang looked down at her, a smile in his eyes: "Although I can carry you and would love to carry you up, my bedroom is on the third floor. More than anything, I'm afraid you'll fall."
He seemingly casually kicked the carved panel on the side of the bookshelf with his toe, and a hidden home elevator door slid open silently.
"So let's take the shortcut."
Tang Yi burst out laughing.
As he stepped out of the elevator, his steps quickened and quickened until he entered the bedroom and was enveloped in darkness. Only then did he gently place Tang Yi on the bedside.
Zhang Minglang's overwhelming kisses rained down on her again. In the darkness, he precisely located Tang Yi's lips, gently pecking at them, again and again. It tickled her.
Tang Yi let him kiss her for a while, until his fingers slid over her straight collarbone and gently caressed it, then she reached out and gently pushed him away.
Zhang Minglang still looked at her with his misty eyes, the faint moonlight from the window making his eyes shine.
Tang Yi cleared her throat, stepped back half an inch, and said in an extremely calm voice, "Now that no one's around, I have something to say to you."
Zhang Minglang nodded, but was unwilling to remove his hand from her lower back.
Tang Yi counted on her fingers: "First, our relationship must be kept secret. We can't tell anyone except our best non-work friends."
Zhang Minglang let out a drawn-out "Ah," and tightened his arms around her body slightly, expressing a silent protest.
Tang Yi clicked her tongue softly, peeled the arm wrapped around her waist, and said seriously, "Did you hear me!"
Zhang Minglang nodded reluctantly.
Tang Yi counted on her second finger: "Secondly, you must work diligently at the company and absolutely cannot engage in any intimate behavior."
Zhang Minglang raised his eyebrows and, taking advantage of her inattention, pecked her lips, making a crisp sound in the quiet room.
Is this considered intimate behavior?
Tang Yi's face flushed slightly, but she said righteously, "Of course it counts!"
“Fine,” Zhang Minglang said, his spirits dampening slightly. Then, remembering something, he suddenly perked up, straightened his back, and began to bargain, “What about in the office? There’s no one else around, why can’t we kiss?”
Tang Yi replied seriously, "No."
Zhang Minglang snorted a few times: "Then come back and kiss me."
Tang Yi, who had been earnestly laying down the rules, was also swayed by him. She pulled her hand away from his and asked with a smile, "Who wants to come back with you?"
Zhang Minglang, who was still holding her hand and touching it here and there, suddenly found his hand empty. He raised his voice and hummed in question, "You don't want to live with me?"
"If I live with you, what will happen to my house?"
"Sell it. I have money anyway."
Tang Yi wanted to slap him. She pushed his shoulder and said, "You're not allowed to say things like that again."
Zhang Minglang suddenly realized that he had said something wrong. He sat up straight and bowed his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, I won't say it again."
Seeing his apologetic attitude, Tang Yi reached out and stroked his soft hair, her voice softening: "I worked for many years to buy that house. You can't just dismiss me with 'I have money.' Your money isn't my money, do you understand?"
Zhang Minglang nodded, repeatedly condemning himself for speaking recklessly and impulsively, and promising never to say it again.
"If I say something like that again, can you punish me, Tang Yi?" His eyes lit up, and he rubbed his hands together, eager to offer his suggestion.
Tang Yi started to think about it seriously: "You said it once, and you'll invest 100,000 in Ju County. Don't you have a lot of money?"
Zhang Minglang silently suppressed his own ulterior motives. He then revealed his plans in full, as if seeking credit.
"Regardless of whether the company's board of directors approves your plan or not, I will join you in donating to schools like those in Orange County in my personal capacity. What do you think?"
Tang Yi smiled and said, "Of course it's great."
Zhang Minglang sighed deeply, stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder and rubbing it against her, his voice muffled: "Tang Yi, how can you be so kind and good?"
She silently curved her lips into a smile, reached out and hugged him back, unusually without any thought of arguing.
She was used to being praised by him.
She slowly began to believe these words.
Zhang Minglang kept his head down: "Have you finished explaining the three rules?"
Tang Yi thought for a moment and then got out of his arms.
She glanced at the watch on her wrist; the second hand moved slowly, clockwise, step by step. Zhang Minglang's hands were cupped on either side of her waist, his warmth radiating from her.
The second hand jumps to the top of the dial.
23:59 becomes 0:00.
September 30th became October 1st.
“Third,” Tang Yi smiled at him, her eyes crinkling, “Congratulations on passing the test. Happy birthday, boyfriend.”
Zhang Minglang's breath hitched.
She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his.
The author's note: *"His off-white knit sweater was a heart-pounding knit sweater."
Adapted from Eileen Chang's "When I Was Young"
I saw it and thought it was so perfect for me, so I used it, sob sob.
I've recently noticed that some of you might not know I'm posting double updates this week, right? [shy]
How come the chapters I post three minutes apart always get more clicks for the second one? lol
If any of you feel the plot is disjointed, check if you missed anything, hehe [shy]
Double updates are still happening! [winking emoji] Next up is a week of sweet, lovey-dovey moments between the two of us, hehehehe.
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