Chapter 45 The Taste of an Old House on Fire
She was like a musical instrument, her rhythm controlled by him, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes loose, sometimes tight.
Just as the performance reached its climax, soaring to the clouds, it suddenly plummeted and came to an abrupt end.
This feeling is awful.
Zhuang Fuyao's eyes reddened, she was almost brought to tears. She bit his shoulder in retaliation, her warm breath tickling his ear, "I hate you! He wouldn't have stopped like you did at this time..."
He just wanted an answer, but she was still angry with him.
Does she know the consequences of doing this?
Even knowing she was doing it on purpose, he was still insanely jealous. Liang Huaixu held out his wrinkled fingertips to her, with two sweet, saliva-like strands still inside. He asked her with a half-smile, "Does he understand you as well as I do? And can he bring you this much pleasure?"
"Fufu, I only used two fingers."
Zhuang Fuyao's cheeks were flushed, her body felt weak, and she still said defiantly, "He..."
Liang Huaixu's eyes darkened slightly, fearing she might say something hurtful again, and he sealed her lips with his once more, his tongue wreaking havoc in her infuriating mouth, each time more ferocious than the last. The disheveled silk nightgown was pulled away…
Her skin was like smooth white silk, her whole body was dazzlingly white, except for the strawberry heart that had just amazed me.
Cream cakes are buried beneath damp vanilla, fish lick pearls, and flower buds bloom from the cracks.
The vinyl record on the table, its hands scraping against the strings, played music punctuated by a few trembling whispers, then swept away by an uplifting melody. The large matsutake mushroom paused briefly as it approached the herb patch.
It's been so long, so long that I'm a little rusty.
Just as he was about to go, he didn't forget to politely ask his owner's opinion, "Fufu, is it alright?"
She strongly suspected he did it on purpose.
Zhuang Fuyao's cheeks flushed and her eyes were moist. She gritted her teeth and cursed, "If you're not going to do it, then..." get out.
Before she could utter the last word, Xiangcao was unexpectedly barged in by an uninvited guest.
The cream cake was repeatedly melted and wrecked, and the bed sheets were in a ridiculous state. Several faint bloodstains were left on the heaving back of the body.
She couldn't understand why a 38-year-old matsutake mushroom could still have the hardness of a diamond, and its frequency of pecking was like a woodpecker driving a pile, fast and hard.
Under the intense stimulation of pleasure, Zhuang Fuyao's tears fell like pearls, some landing on her lips and some spreading down her neck.
She couldn't take it anymore.
"Don't……"
"Stop." She gasped, her voice trembling, feeling as if she would faint on the bed if he didn't stop.
"Yes, keep going."
Liang Huaixu chuckled softly, tucked her hair behind her ear, and nibbled on her earlobe, sucking on it with fascination.
"That's not what I meant, boo-hoo—"
Her cries were quickly drowned out by kisses, with only a few occasional soft meows escaping her lips.
……
The arrogant and reckless little fox finally learned its lesson and was devoured without a trace by the long-starved tiger and leopard.
The sky was already showing the first light of dawn, and the wind and rain had just stopped. The grass by the window was ravaged beyond recognition.
Zhuang Fuyao fell asleep from exhaustion, her brows slightly furrowed, two lines of clear tears streaming down her pale face, her lips a deep red.
These are all his "masterpieces".
Liang Huaixu, having recovered from the raging jealousy of the previous night, was somewhat dazed.
He could certainly tell that she had said "stop" last night.
But he still indulged himself and asked for it three times.
His usual upright and self-possessed gentlemanly demeanor has vanished without a trace.
Looking back, I feel extremely regretful.
He felt a pang of self-reproach for his lack of self-control, and was even more worried about whether he had hurt her...
Liang Huaixu was filled with self-reproach.
After wiping away her tears, he kissed her lips tenderly, then quietly got out of bed to take a shower.
As the warm water washed over him, he felt a stinging pain on his back. He looked in the mirror and saw many ambiguous scratches and bite marks.
But her body probably wasn't in much better condition; her skin was fair and delicate, and even the slightest pressure would leave a mark...
Liang Huaixu's breath hitched.
I can't think about it anymore.
He went back to his room, tidied up briefly, and then went downstairs to exercise. Even though he hadn't slept all night, he wasn't tired at all.
Around nine o'clock, the filming crew arrived.
Liang Huaixu continued reading on the third-floor balcony. Unlike before, he was refreshed and no longer so anxious. After calming down, he read very quickly.
Meanwhile, on the third floor.
The curtains were drawn tightly, making the bedroom dim and quiet, with only the occasional light from the phone on the bedside table.
Some of them were progress reports sent by Yan Yu.
Most of the messages came from Zhao Zilin:
[Sister Fuyao, we've arrived at Boya Bay. Are you still sleeping? Or did you go out this morning?]
[That was really funny. Director Yan brought Xiaobai over, and Xiaobai breathed on him...]
I treated everyone to milk tea, and I ordered your favorite taro boba for you. I had my assistant put it in a thermos [grinning face]
Liang Huaixu wanted her to sleep a little longer, so he turned off her phone and silenced it before leaving the house, which is why these messages didn't wake her up.
She slept very soundly. When Zhuang Fuyao woke up, she checked the time and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon!
There was a glass of honey water and a document on the bedside table. I opened it and glanced at it; it was a medical examination report.
She was a little puzzled, then opened WeChat and saw his message: "I've arranged to have lunch with people from the planning bureau, so I might not be able to reply to messages right away. There's some food warming up downstairs, remember to eat it."
I'm sorry, I went too far last night. When I get back, I'll accept any punishment you give me. Also: I don't need medication. I had a tubal ligation surgery years ago; my medical report and ligation certificate are attached.
I finished eating and went home around 2 PM.
While checking the messages, Zhuang Fuyao rubbed her legs. Unlike last night when she almost died, after waking up, apart from the severe soreness between her legs, she felt fine. In fact, she was even a little unsatisfied and wanted to experience that near-death feeling again.
He was so out of control; he gripped her delicate veins with his large hands, and he would grab her chin and kiss her fiercely…
She really felt like she was going to die. She didn't know how much she had sprayed, and the sheets were covered in stains.
It's unwatchable.
They didn't have any condoms at home, so they didn't take any precautions and had such intimate, close contact, from -1 to -19cm.
Come to think of it... given his personality, without sterilization or contraception, he would have barely gotten anywhere, and it would have been impossible for things to progress so smoothly.
Last night's events were so intense that Zhuang Fuyao had a rough idea that the marks on her body would be quite heavy. But when she actually saw them, she was still shocked.
Every inch of her skin was unharmed, especially her chest, which was covered in countless hickeys.
This level of tenderness was unprecedented. When they first got married, Liang Huaixu was incredibly gentle in bed, always prioritizing serving her.
But only Zhuang Fuyao herself knew that deep down she actually harbored a rebellious little devil.
She was not satisfied with such a conventional married life at all; she preferred to be pinned down on the bed by him and kissed with a touch of coercion.
She also enjoys being pinned against the wall by her husband as soon as she gets home...
Unfortunately, these things were almost impossible for Liang Huaixu. He was traditional in his thinking, self-disciplined and bound by propriety. Coupled with the social atmosphere of sixteen years ago, there were very few things they could try.
His appearance last night was new and exciting to her, like a navigator discovering a new continent.
It took Zhuang Fuyao some effort to cover up the hickey on her collarbone.
The afternoon shoot proceeded as scheduled.
She slipped out through the back door to avoid suspicion, then came back in through the main building. This was noticed by Liang Huaixu, who had just returned home. He narrowed his eyes meaningfully and went upstairs.
Seeing her arrive, Zhao Zilin went over to tell her about the morning's filming progress. "My solo scenes are almost finished this morning. This afternoon we'll be filming the scene where you and I ride horses together, and tonight it'll be your solo dance." He handed her a cup of taro boba and casually mentioned, "Were you busy this morning? I didn't see you reply to my messages."
"I've been a bit busy and forgot to check my messages. Thanks for the milk tea." Zhuang Fuyao didn't notice someone standing on the third-floor balcony. He smiled at Zhao Zilin and said, "Let's go. Let's speed things up a bit today. I have something to do this afternoon."
During filming, the staff brought in the horses.
The horse was named Xiaobai. It had a bit of a temper and would treat people differently. It was the friendliest to Zhuang Fuyao and Zhao Zilin, but the worst to Yan Yu.
Yan Yu had suffered quite a bit from Xiao Bai these past few days. Seeing Xiao Bai leaning against President Zhuang, he said sourly, "Hey, this guy."
The staff around him joked, "Xiaobai is quite intelligent. Apart from its owner, it only recognizes President Zhuang and Brother Lin. Everyone else can only hold its leash; they don't dare to mount it at all."
The atmosphere on set was quite relaxed. Yan Yu, in a playful mood, said to Xiao Bai, "Your owner doesn't want you anymore, so they sent you here to film, you know that?"
The terminology is childish, like a malicious relative threatening a child.
Xiao Bai lifted its front foot and let out a whoosh, startling Yan Yu so much that he took several steps back.
"Hahahaha!" Everyone was laughing.
"Director Yan, why are you still arguing with Xiaobai?" Zhao Zilin curled his lips, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a youthful spirit rarely seen at his age.
Zhuang Fuyao was also amused. Xiaobai came up to her as if to complain.
What a spirited little horse!
She patted the horse's head to reassure it, "Alright, everyone, let's get filming!"
Filming officially began.
Zhuang Fuyao sat on her horse, while Zhao Zilin, dressed in a white suit, led her slowly across the lawn.
The autumn wind blew her skirt, and Zhao Zilin gentlemanly helped her straighten her dress. The handsome man and beautiful woman formed a beautiful picture.
Liang Huaixu tightened his grip on the bone china teacup slightly, feeling that the scene was still a bit too glaring.
An hour and a half later, filming ended, and the team rested on the spot.
After discovering that Liang Huaixu had returned, Zhuang Fuyao secretly slipped away to the main building.
As soon as Liang Huaixu came downstairs after receiving the message, he saw Zhuang Fuyao with a bright smile, who jumped onto him in one swift motion.
She gently sucked on his lips, triumphantly asserting her dominance.
Afraid that she would fall, Liang Huaixu had to put one hand on her waist and lift her hips with the other.
She kissed him so hard he could hardly breathe before Zhuang Fuyao finally let go, her fingertips teasing his lips. "You did such a terrible thing to me last night, tell me, what kind of relationship do we have now?"
Liang Huaixu said in a helpless yet indulgent tone, "The decision between us has always been in your hands. I should be the one asking this question."
Aunt Yuan and two other aunties were still in the living room, not far away, and they happened to hear this sentence clearly.
So it turns out the gentleman hasn't been officially hired by Miss Zhuang yet! He seems so pathetic.
They made their movements as subtle as possible, minimizing their presence, and if they could, they would have preferred to simply disappear.
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