Chapter 85 When Love Reaches its Peak...
Long Buxi stared at her intently, as if trying to discern whether what she said was true or false.
Soon, he lowered his head and kissed Cheng Ying's red lips fiercely.
His movements were rough, as if he were venting his emotions, and his kiss stung Cheng Ying's lips.
Cheng Ying felt very uncomfortable and tried to push him away, but he held her tightly, their bodies pressed together so that she couldn't move.
Cheng Ying got angry, not knowing what was wrong with him, so she simply pinched his wrist, hoping to make him feel pain and let go of her.
Unexpectedly, the more she pinched, the more fiercely he kissed her, even pressing her against the gate panel with a loud bang.
Her back was pressed tightly against the door. Long Buxi's large hand held her struggling left hand tightly, while his right hand held her slender waist. The two were pressed face to face, and she could feel the changes in Long Buxi's body.
Cheng Ying suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking at Long Buxi, whose eyes were deep and whose face was calm but who was actually furious. She opened her mouth and said, "Wei Muchen and I are in the past. I don't like him anymore. We were completely innocent before. Don't believe his nonsense!"
This was the first time she had ever seen Long Buxi so enraged. His eyes were filled with a terrifyingly dangerous glint, as if he wanted to devour her alive, take her right there and then, and make her completely his.
Although she had lived an extra life and felt that men and women could do that kind of thing even without marriage and a marriage certificate, and that she and Long Buxi were in love and getting engaged tomorrow, so it would be normal for them to do it, she was still somewhat surprised that Long Buxi reacted to her in his rage.
Long Buxi breathed a sigh of relief, leaned close to her ear, and said in a low, deep voice, "Cheng Ying, if you lie to me, you know the consequences. I have many ways to make you completely mine. Don't force me to use force. You should know I'm not a good person..."
His breathing gradually became rapid, and he did things he shouldn't have done, making the courtyard gate rattle loudly.
Despite the fact that they were separated by clothes, Cheng Ying was still shocked by his actions. She tried to struggle and resist, but her movements only excited Long Buxi more, and the courtyard gate shook even louder.
Hearing the commotion, Old Zhang asked from outside, "Comrade Cheng, what's wrong? Why is the gate being knocked on?"
Long Buxi showed no sign of stopping; on the contrary, upon hearing that someone was coming, she seemed to deliberately antagonize her, making the door rattle even louder.
Forced to endure his torment, Cheng Ying felt both ashamed and embarrassed, yet she had to feign composure and say to Old Zhang, "Uncle Zhang, it's nothing. The gate was broken, and I was fixing it. The hinges might have broken, it was making a bit of a noise. I, um—"
Before she could finish speaking, Long Buxi lowered his head and kissed her lips fiercely again, leaving her speechless.
Old Zhang asked worriedly from the doorway, "If you can't fix this door, I can ask Carpenter Wang from town to take a look."
No one answered him; there was only a loud bang as the courtyard gate shook violently.
Old Zhang waited for a while, and seeing that Cheng Ying didn't say anything, he remembered that this woman had a rather irritable and stubborn temper. She must have been very angry while repairing the door, which was why she made such a big commotion. So he didn't say anything more and risk upsetting her, and left silently.
After he left, the shaking of the courtyard gate stopped, some time later.
Cheng Ying looked up and felt Long Buxi trembling as he held her. Knowing he was satisfied, she gently patted the back of his hand and whispered, "Can you let go of me now?"
Long Buxi's body stiffened, and he slowly released her. His gaze was unfocused, his eyes still filled with the lingering redness of desire, his expression somewhat dazed, and his chest heaving.
He quickly came to his senses, his eyes gradually clearing as he realized what he had done. He became flustered, like a child who had done something wrong, lowering his head, not daring to look at Cheng Ying's face, and whispering, "I'm sorry, Cheng Ying, I... I don't know what happened to me."
Cheng Ying scrutinized him. His handsome yet pale face turned crimson because of her, making him even more alluring, like a colorful venomous snake or insect. Despite his striking beauty, which made people feel he was poisonous and dangerous, they couldn't help but be drawn to him and want to get closer.
Cheng Ying knew she was finished. No matter what this man had done to her, she would probably forgive him.
For no other reason than this incredibly handsome face!
Cheng Ying looked at him with a smile, her voice unusually gentle and soft, "When men and women are deeply in love, they may do some irrational and impulsive things. It's okay, it's normal. I can understand it's your first time. What you need to do now is to wipe me clean first, and then take a shower and wash yourself clean."
Long Buxi was silent for a moment, then asked her innocently, "Where should I wipe?"
Cheng Ying crossed her arms, remained silent, and looked down at the white stains on her pants.
Long Buxi followed her gaze and saw her fair cheeks and ears flushed. He quickly picked her up and carried her to the living room, placing her on the mahogany sofa. He then took out the handkerchief Cheng Ying had given him earlier and carefully wiped the stains off her pants clean.
When Cheng Ying saw him stand up to wash the handkerchief, she said, "Don't rush to wash the handkerchief. Take a bath first, and then wash my clothes and pants after I've taken a bath."
“Okay.” Long Buxi agreed without any objection, as if she felt that it was only natural to wash a woman’s clothes.
Unlike most Han Chinese men these days, who believe that things like washing clothes and cooking are women's work, asking them to do laundry is like asking them to die.
Cheng Ying smiled with satisfaction and said, "Don't do this in broad daylight next time. It's not good if the neighbors hear it."
Long Buxi asked with clear eyes, "What?"
Cheng Ying laughed and scolded, "What are you pretending to be crazy for! You may be shameless, but I still have a sense of shame!"
Long Buxi asked her very seriously, "Are you afraid that I'll fight with your ex-boyfriend and embarrass you, or are you afraid that what I did to you just now will embarrass you?"
Cheng Ying's face flushed red instantly, and she said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense, go take a shower, and then I'll apply the medicine for you!"
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After the two finished showering, it was already dark.
Cheng Ying took out gentian violet from the house and rubbed it on Long Buxi's face, making his fair and handsome face look ridiculous.
After applying the medicine, Long Buxi silently took the two people's clothes and squatted down by the water vat in the corner of the yard, washing and scrubbing them.
When Cheng Ying saw Long Buxi pick up her underwear and panties and study how to wash them, she felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. She wanted to go over and wash them herself, but Long Buxi just put them in the basin and started rubbing them without any regard for her feelings, so Cheng Ying didn't need to wash them at all.
Cheng Ying: ......
She was about to say something when she suddenly noticed that Long Buxi was washing clothes with her left hand the whole time, as if she couldn't use her right hand.
Cheng Ying quickly went over and asked, "What happened to your right hand?"
Long Buxi wrung out the washed clothes and said calmly, "It's dislocated."
Cheng Ying's eyes widened: "Wei Muchen dislocated your hand?! Why didn't you say so earlier? Why are you still washing clothes here?!"
No wonder his washing movements were so strange; it turns out Wei Muchen dislocated his right shoulder.
Come to think of it, Long Buxi had never received any combat training. After a fierce fight with Wei Muchen, who was a soldier, given Wei Muchen's neurotic and jealous nature, he would never let it go so easily unless he tormented Long Buxi to death.
Long Buxi, too, with his hand dislocated, could still do *that* to her as if nothing was wrong, and even take a bath and do laundry. Doesn't his hand hurt?
"Why are you still washing clothes? Your hand is dislocated. We need to go to the town clinic to get it fixed!" Cheng Ying said with heartache, throwing the clothes from Long Buxi's hands into the basin and pulling him toward the town clinic.
Long Buxi said, "There's no need to go to any clinic. I have medicine that I make myself. I'll apply the medicine to my bones myself in a little while, and it will get better after a while."
"No, you have to go to the clinic!" Cheng Ying pulled him and walked straight to the clinic. "No matter how good your medical skills are, can they compare to the increasingly sophisticated scientific medical skills of us Han people? I don't want to see you at your engagement banquet tomorrow with one hand unable to use it like a cripple."
The clinic was located on the old street in the town. The two quickly arrived at the clinic and found the doctor on duty to check their injuries.
After examining him, the doctor said, "His entire arm is not only dislocated, but also fractured. He needs a cast and a period of rest."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Ying angrily said to Long Buxi, "That Wei Muchen is really too much! He deliberately broke and dislocated your arm to disrupt our engagement banquet, making you wear a cast at the banquet and embarrassing you and our whole family! This beast is as hateful as ever! I really want to beat him to death! Here, let me vent my anger!"
As she spoke, she stormed out.
Long Buxi grabbed her, her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes reddening, and she gave a pitiful look. "Don't go. I don't want you to have any contact with him in private. It would make me very unhappy. My hand hurts so much. Can you stay by my side and help the doctor put on my cast?"
Cheng Ying's heart softened, and her disgust for Wei Muchen intensified. She took his arm and asked the doctor, "Does his hand need to be put in a cast?"
The doctor in the white coat sat down opposite her and said, "Comrade Cheng, is this your boyfriend? Are you having your engagement party tomorrow?"
Qingqu Town is small, and most people in the town know each other. Cheng Ying is a postman, so the doctor naturally knows her.
Cheng Ying nodded, "Yes, he's my boyfriend, and we're having our engagement party tomorrow."
The doctor said, "You don't have to put a cast on his hand. As long as he doesn't move it around too much or hurt it during this period, takes his medication on time, and rests for a while, the wound will heal."
Cheng Ying was worried. "Then let's put a cast on him. I'm afraid he'll move around too much and hurt his hand again. It won't heal properly, and if the bone necroses, even a miracle won't save him."
Long Buxi refused, "If I put on a cast, wouldn't it embarrass you? Then I won't put on a cast."
Cheng Ying: "What's so shameful about that! I just want to show the neighbors what kind of person Wei Muchen really is! An ex-boyfriend actually broke my current boyfriend's hand. I just want everyone to see how despicable this heartless bastard is!"
Long Buxi smiled slightly, "Alright, then let's do as you say and get a cast."
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