Chapter 45 ☆ Big Lion

The moonlight streamed through the sky like silk threads. In the moonlight, Cheng Yaoyao’s skin looked porcelain-like. Her face was radiant, and even in sleep, the moonlight seemed to dim when it met her.

Cheng Yaoyao, in a white dress with her black hair flowing beside the pillow, looked like a masterpiece. Her skin was as white as snow, and her eyebrows and eyes were as black as ink. The touch of rose-red on her lips completed this living painting of beauty.

Her cherry lips were soft and plump, with a cute lip bead on the upper lip. He had dreamed about its sweet taste countless times.

Just a slight bend of the head would allow him to taste it.

As the moonlight shifted downward, revealing her snow-white, slender feet, it was enough for him to hold her in one hand. The small toes curled up once, then stretched forward, stepping on Xie San’s thigh.

Sweat covered Xie San’s body, trickling down along his bulging muscles. His Adam’s apple bobbed. He gently grasped her cool, slender ankle and pushed it outward.

The delicate skin of Cheng Yaoyao, combined with his sweaty palms, made it difficult to hold. He ended up grasping the soft arch of her foot.

The moment their skin touched, it suddenly became hot. Cheng Yaoyao hummed softly and rubbed against Xie San. Xie San half-knelt on the bed, with her cheek pressed against his hard thigh. She pouted in dissatisfaction and rubbed against him again.

Xie San held her shoulders. If Cheng Yaoyao were conscious at this moment, she would be terrified by the lust in Xie San’s eyes, which resembled a ferocious beast ready to attack.

At this time, Cheng Yaoyao struggled anxiously, making noises that were neither crying nor moaning. Her legs kept kicking the mat, causing her skirt to become messy and the hem to roll up.

Xie San suddenly looked away. Even though his eyes were averted, his mind and ears became incredibly sharp. He could smell the sweet scent of Cheng Yaoyao’s body, feel the touch of her tender skin, hear the coquettish cries, and sense her soft and desperate struggles in his hands.

Xie San raised his hand, held her delicate cheek, and said in a hoarse, restrained voice, “Yaoyao, wake up.”

Cheng Yaoyao’s eyelashes trembled. Xie San pinched her cheek again and looked down at her. “Yaoyao.”

Cheng Yaoyao half-opened her tear-filled eyes, looking completely ignorant and defenseless. “Hmm…”

“Go back to your room and sleep,” Xie San’s voice was so hoarse he could barely hear himself. He didn’t question why she was in his bed. Instead, he gently coaxed her and tried to help her up.

Cheng Yaoyao was like a limp, uncooperative cat. She twisted in Xie San’s hands, protesting, “No…”

Her cheeks were extremely red, and her hair was soaked with sweat. Xie San couldn’t help but check her forehead, only to find it burning hot.

Cheng Yaoyao rubbed his palm affectionately, her delicate cheek feeling like a petal. Xie San wanted to pull his hand back as if it were burned, but Cheng Yaoyao held his wrist.

“Yaoyao,” Xie San called again. This name seemed to give him the strength to resist.

At this moment, Cheng Yaoyao seemed like a demon, ghost, and poison wrapped in honey. Xie San murmured her name, and a bit of rationality returned to his eyes.

Xie San felt as if he were two people: his body screaming with desire while his reasoning kept him restrained. Sweat dripped down his high nose bridge and sharp jaw.

Cheng Yaoyao seemed to catch a scent and placed her hand on his wrist, sniffing down along the blood vessels. 

Hot sweat appeared on her palms, and the rich, pure scent was intoxicating. Cheng Yaoyao, captivated by the scent, extended her tongue and licked it like a kitten.

The last remnants of reason collapsed, and the beast was unleashed.

Cheng Yaoyao was suddenly pressed down. Her delicate waist was pinched, and their bodies tangled and rolled on the bed, the old frame creaking under their weight.

The man’s heavy breathing and soft moans were swallowed between his lips. Only the ambiguous sounds of water were heard. A pair of snow-white, delicate feet extended from the bed, the toes curling and loosening, caught by a large hand and pulled back.

Her delicate skin couldn’t endure the slightest abrasion and turned red with a touch, causing her to gasp and whimper. Usually pampered, she was now held tightly and rubbed against.

In Cheng Yaoyao’s dream, the big lion reappeared, holding her, licking her, and kneading her. She felt sore and sticky with sweat. Her skirt was pulled down to her thighs, exposing her to a cool breeze before being met with something hotter. The sticky moisture against her skin and a surge of Yang energy made her feel indescribably comfortable.

The burning sensation in her chest finally dissipated, but an indescribable emptiness and heat rose from deeper inside. Cheng Yaoyao twisted her slender waist and couldn’t help but thrust upward.

…

Everything came to a sudden stop.

Xie San lay on top of Cheng Yaoyao, sweat rolling down his broad back, his heart beating wildly in sync with hers. He pulled the blanket over and wrapped Cheng Yaoyao tightly. What just happened was the most intense erotic dream he had ever experienced. He managed to hold back at the final moment, considering himself a saint.

Cheng Yaoyao’s black hair clung to her cheeks. Her lips were kissed tenderly, and she looked at him innocently, with a face full of naivety, as if she didn’t know what had happened.

Xie San placed his lips on her forehead and kissed her tenderly. “Yaoyao, wait for me… wait until I marry you, and I will love you well.”

As he spoke, his voice became slightly hoarse, and his blood began to boil again.

Cheng Yaoyao blinked her amorous eyes, gradually focusing. “Hmm… It’s so hot…”

She was sticky with sweat, but the burning sensation in her chest was gone. She felt extremely comfortable and couldn’t help but reach out to hug the person on top of her.

A deep voice coaxed her into her ear. “Be good. I’ll take you back to the house.”

Cheng Yaoyao lay in this warm, broad embrace, gradually relaxing. Half asleep and half awake, she felt herself being carried through the old house. The night wind blew through her silky hair and exposed ankles, making her shiver slightly as she clung tighter to the man’s neck.

The wooden door was gently pushed open, creaking loudly in the quiet night. Suddenly, two coughs were heard from Grandma Xie’s room, and the arms around her tightened.

After a while, Cheng Yaoyao felt herself placed on a cold mat. She groaned in dissatisfaction and hugged the man’s neck tightly. “Umm…”

A hand gently but firmly pulled down her hands, and a deep voice coaxed her. “Be good.”

“Don’t be good…” Cheng Yaoyao opened her eyes groggily and met a pair of narrow, deep eyes. “You’re back?”

The room was dark, illuminated only by moonlight through the skylight, casting light on the small space at the head of the bed. Cheng Yaoyao wasn’t surprised to see Xie San beside her bed, only happy, as if everything were natural.

After Xie San paused, Cheng Yaoyao even reached out to hook his little finger. The delicate red on her cheeks hadn’t faded, and she asked innocently, “When did you come back?”

…It was the same reaction as last time on the Fengyu Bridge. It was clear she had initiated a kiss and then pretended to be innocent afterward.

The squeamish one is shy.

Xie San’s heart softened. He listened to her childish pretense and didn’t expose her: “I just came back. I got a piece of pork, but I was afraid it would go bad, so I sent it back overnight.”

“Idiot…” Cheng Yaoyao was still sleepy and laughed vaguely at him. “You ran so far to deliver a piece of meat…”

“And also to see you,” Xie San’s voice was very low, revealing that he spoke without thinking.

Cheng Yaoyao’s cheeks flushed a deep rosy color, making her look extremely beautiful with tears in her eyes. She half sat up, propped up her pillow, and put her arm around Xie San’s neck, trying to remain calm as she said, “Then… then kiss me.”

Xie San kissed her soft lips and quickly put the thought behind him.

The burning feeling in his chest disappeared without a trace, and his limbs felt extremely comfortable, but his body remained sore and soft. Even after kissing for a long time, it still didn’t get any better. And…

Cheng Yaoyao pushed her tongue out and raised her head vaguely. “Don’t kiss me…”

“…” Xie San relaxed, staring at her moist lips like a tamed beast and panting softly. “What’s wrong?”

“My mouth hurts so much.” Cheng Yaoyao touched her lips and frowned in pain.

Xie San pecked her again. “I’ll be gentler.”

Cheng Yaoyao trembled, and the swelling and pain on her lips were very obvious.

Not only her lips, but also the root of her tongue felt numb, and her body ached. It felt so strange. Did her menstrual period just end? Cheng Yaoyao was unhappy and pushed Xie San away. “You are too rough; you only know how to bite me!”

“…” Xie San fetched some water from the table in the dark, helped Cheng Yaoyao sit up, and fed her.

Cheng Yaoyao drank two sips from Xie San’s hand and coughed lightly. Xie San stroked her back to help her breathe, wiped the water from her lips, and then drank most of the remaining half of the glass of water.

Looking at his moving Adam’s apple, Cheng Yaoyao felt inexplicably shy. They had already kissed…

The moonlight was alluring, and Cheng Yaoyao was even more so. Xie San struck a match and lit a small candle by the bedside. The dim light came on, dispelling some of the ambiguous atmosphere.

Cheng Yaoyao sat up and leaned against the bed, hugging her knees. She was a little surprised why Xie San had come to her room but quickly shifted her attention. “You were leaving this morning? You just came back.”

“It’s my turn to practice driving tomorrow at noon, so I had to hurry back,” Xie San explained.

Cheng Yaoyao’s lips gradually flattened. “I also wanted to make braised pork for you to eat.”

“Wait until I come back,” Xie San resisted the urge to pinch her lips and coaxed her. “I’ll bring some meat back next time.”

Cheng Yaoyao groaned and turned away. “I’m not craving meat. Save it for yourself. There’s no shortage of food at home. You should eat more to replenish your body when you go out to study.”

Cheng Yaoyao turned her head, revealing her snow-white neck and a trace of red marks. Xie San’s eyes were full of tenderness as he gently traced her outline.

Cheng Yaoyao asked again, “Is it hard for you to learn to drive?”

Xie San shook his head. “It’s not hard.”

Cheng Yaoyao said, “That’s a lie.”

“Really,” Xie San explained seriously. “Living in the dormitory and eating in the cafeteria is easier than working in the fields.”

Cheng Yaoyao raised her chin. “So you think driving is better than working on the ground?”

“No,” Xie San denied.

Cheng Yaoyao asked, “Why?”

Xie San paused for a long time and said in a low voice, “…without you.”

A cool breeze blew by, the candlelight flickered several times, and finally it went out. The room returned to darkness, and the aftermath of that sentence gradually brewed in the darkness.

Cheng Yaoyao hid her blushing cheeks and muttered, “Slippery. You’ve only been out for a few days, and you’ve already become a bad person.”

“I didn’t,” Xie San denied.

“You did!” Cheng Yaoyao accused him even more fiercely. “You even came into my room. You are so mean, a hooligan.”

“…” Xie San gritted his teeth. In the darkness, only his unsteady breathing could be heard. Cheng Yaoyao could even imagine him holding his breath and being tongue-tied.

She laughed secretly for a long time until suddenly a hand grasped her ankle.

The hot palm pinched her ankle, and a tingling sensation ran up along her tailbone. Cheng Yaoyao felt like a kitten with its neck pinched, her voice trembling. “…What are you doing?”

Xie San’s voice was hoarse, like the sound of metal or stone, but his words weren’t serious. “You are a hooligan.”

Xie San didn’t continue his “hooliganism” in the end. Instead, he covered Cheng Yaoyao with a blanket. It was already cold in the second half of the night. She had been fooling around in a thin nightgown and was sweating. Her delicate skin felt a little cold to the touch.

Cheng Yaoyao hugged the small bamboo pillow, hooked her fingers around Xie San’s, closed her eyes, and muttered, “I can’t get up tomorrow…”

“Sleep well.” Xie San gently smoothed her black hair. “I will bring the pig grass back for you tomorrow.”

“No need…” Cheng Yaoyao said proudly. “I have subordinates…”

Xie San: “?”

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