After Chen Kuang and that mother and daughter pair left, Qiao Ling, applying a face mask, stood in her own living room and rarely began to examine things.
Usually didn’t feel anything, but looking now…
Is the house a bit messy?
Although it absolutely couldn’t be considered slovenly, regular cleaning was also done on time, but Qiao Ling was that type of intermittent housework diligence-ism—put simply, it’s that she must wait until it’s so messy she couldn’t bear to look, before suddenly doing a thorough round of housework all at once, making everything clean and tidy…
Then slowly mess it up again.
She just liked placing things a bit casually, living alone so it didn’t matter what the neatness level looked like to the naked eye, but today, suddenly letting him step into her home, she belatedly began to mind it.
Qiao Ling really cared about Chen Kuang’s opinion on these minor details, feeling a bit regretful.
Had she known earlier, she wouldn’t have slacked off yesterday and would’ve done a bit of cleaning, ai.
He wouldn’t think she’s a girl with very bad living habits, right?
Don’t want ah!
Qiao Ling put her hands on her hips, very philosophically counseling herself: yesterday need not be recalled, since there is regret, then from this second onward, start changing!
Do cleaning, do housework, NOW!
Because of Chen Kuang’s grand visit, she became energized late at night, not only unprecedentedly started doing housework, but also ordered a late-night snack to reward herself.
After carpet-style tidying of everywhere except the bedroom, Qiao Ling felt she didn’t even have the strength left to open her mouth to eat takeout, threw away the face mask, collapsed into the sofa, dizzy from exhaustion.
No, she really wasn’t suited for doing housework.
Housework brought her suffering.
The checked sofa cloth on the sofa bed still hadn’t been changed, on it lingering the scent left behind by the man reclining there.
Qiao Ling turned over, tilted her head to sniff the cushion.
Heavens, there was actually Chen Kuang’s hair fragrance, it was the scent of that shampoo she often smelled on him in the elevator.
It must be because of getting rained on, the shampoo’s fragrance got activated again upon encountering water.
Qiao Ling curled her toes, twisted her body, like some pervert buried her face into the cushion and inhaled a big breath of that “Chen Kuang fragrance.”
So fragrant…
Next time she should buy the same model as his.
The sofa bed was softer than her bedroom’s mattress, because it was too comfortable, Qiao Ling while waiting for takeout also dozed off just like Chen Kuang, accompanied by this fragrance.
In her ear was the pattering rain sound outside the glass window, the rain had paused for a while, at this moment became heavy again.
Heavy eyelids dragged her into Zhou Gong’s Peach Blossom Land, Qiao Ling’s soul wandered for a while, yet found herself back at home again. [周公的桃花源: Zhou Gong = god of dreams; Peach Blossom Land = utopian dreamland]
Opening her eyes, Chen Kuang was right in front of her, fingertips pinching her wet hair, expression assessing.
She froze for a moment, looking toward the heavy rain pouring outside the window, then looking at the ambiguous distance and posture between the two.
Found that the scene at this moment was actually exactly the same as two hours ago.
Chen Kuang seemed even fiercer than before, his gaze like black clouds pressing the city, occupying her small home turning into his hunting ground.
“Did you hear? Speak.”
Qiao Ling’s eyeballs moved left and right, her throat pulsing with her heartbeat, “Hear… what?”
This must be a dream, this is a dream, right.
Chen Kuang’s gaze at her carried a few more degrees of impatience, pinching her hair strands and lightly pulling down, “Playing dumb? Qiao Ling, are you the type who remembers the beating but forgets the lesson?”
“Don’t care about other people’s life or death, don’t bring men into your house, such simple words you can’t understand?”
His enunciation wasn’t heavy but it was very fierce, carrying a cold, damp flavor, completely different from his usual lazy posturing.
Qiao Ling was so scared her heart felt like it was swaying and about to fall.
Why did she have to be scared speechless by this person again and again! Anyway, it’s a dream—charge!
She suddenly erupted, reaching out both hands and pouncing forward—
“What are you being fierce for!”
Her palms, through his clothes, pressed onto the man’s swelling chest muscles, and the instant that touch happened, deep inside her legs went soft for a moment.
Heavens, this dream is a bit too real.
This hand-feel…!
The man was tall and big, even being pushed down was like a heavy reef rock.
His body heat continuously spread through the clothes toward her, even with the clothes in between, Qiao Ling was overwhelmed by this warm existence to the point her scalp tingled.
Qiao Ling couldn’t help but grab his chest a couple more times, kneeling with her legs pressing onto his thigh.
Her body was small and delicate, clearly like a clueless little rabbit pressing on a tiger’s body, soft and fluffy without any threat.
“I speak, but you don’t listen either, right? Then what right do you have to control me.”
She grabbed his hoodie, pressing down on him, looking down from above, because of this position finally gaining a bit of courage: “I wasn’t caring about other people’s life or death, I was caring about yours, isn’t that fine!”
When Qiao Ling shouted, her voice was even trembling, but when stubborn she was no less than anyone: “Anyway, I already brought you into my house, let’s see what you can do to me now!”
“What can you do to me? Chen Kuang, you show me then.”
She straddled on top of him, shouting wildly and provoking, completely unaware what kind of savage beast she had stirred up with her reckless teasing.
She was pressing on him, twisting and bouncing, Chen Kuang endured her for three sentences, his forehead veins stretching to the most prominent point, before suddenly wrapping his arm around her waist.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he swept aside her legs, and Qiao Ling, without any power to resist, was just like that swept down flat by him, falling into the soft sofa bed—
“Ugh—Chen…”
The traces of rain on Chen Kuang’s body still hadn’t completely dried, and she had also just finished showering.
Both people were in a slightly damp state, breathing hot and wet, their gazes muddy and entangled across the air.
The wide-shouldered, narrow-waisted man propped both hands on either side, pressing in front of her, shadows covering her vision, Qiao Ling was completely swallowed by the dangerous magnetic field, even the oxygen she could breathe was squeezed to almost nothing.
She couldn’t help wanting to curl her knees up to protect herself, but the moment she moved, he intercepted it.
Chen Kuang grabbed her knee with one hand, forcibly pressing her leg back down flat, lifting his eyes, meeting her panicked gaze.
His gaze clearly knew she was scared, yet there was completely no intention of sparing her.
At this moment, a rumbling thunder sounded from outside the window.
The flash of lightning illuminated the man’s gloomy gaze, like catching sight of a wolf preparing to dismantle its prey.
Sometimes, sex and violence are inseparable shadows, difficult to tell which is the main body.
She was a little afraid of being hurt.
Qiao Ling’s fingers trembled slightly, unable to help but say the same words: “W-wait a moment…”
“Wait for what?” Chen Kuang’s eyes held not a trace of a smile, cold like rain knives, his arms propped on either side of her, slowly lowering his body like doing push-ups.
He pinched her lower face, the strength wasn’t heavy, yet it deformed her cheeks.
“Wasn’t it you who brought me into your house, and even told me to show you.”
She watched Chen Kuang’s face drawing closer and closer, her vision magnifying.
Qiao Ling’s heart pounded like a drum, seeing the collarbones exposed from his wide neckline, moving up was the protruding Adam’s apple, and further up, were his faintly mocking lips.
By the next swallow of his throat, he had already leaned so close they were breathing the same air.
Qiao Ling completely stiffened, her brain in chaos, unable to say clearly whether she was expecting more or panicking more at this moment.
She chose to nervously close her eyes.
The man pressed down completely, Qiao Ling smelled his warm breath.
Was it about to be a kiss?
He was going to kiss her.
Chen Kuang’s cool gaze stared at her “do as you please” face, sharply locking onto her action of secretly moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.
In the next moment, he twisted her face as he pinched her, lowering his head—
The sensation of wet heat and pain came at the same time.
Qiao Ling opened her eyes from the pain, pushing at his shoulder, “Ah.”
Chen Kuang didn’t kiss her, but at the critical moment veered his angle, biting onto her slender neck.
First using a rough tongue to lick, immediately after using his teeth to gnaw and bite.
That bite, the meaning of warning and anger directly conveyed to her body.
Qiao Ling was a little breathless, gasping for air, her whole body feeling wrong from this not-quite-a-kiss kiss.
Soft, hot, trembling.
Her whole nervous system was in high excitement.
Qiao Ling’s hands were grabbed by him, he led her hand, lifting his hoodie, directly placing it onto his abdomen.
Chen Kuang’s posture supporting himself made his core tighten, the lines of eight-pack abs bulging clearly and sharply.
Her fingers brushed lightly over each path of his abs, flustered and shy, crashing into his gaze without temperature.
“You, what are you doing…”
“Don’t know how?” Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow, simply pulling the hoodie straight off over his head and tossing it to the floor. “Don’t know anything yet still dare to be this arrogant?”
“I’m telling you, normally a man who comes in like this, isn’t here to play house with you.”
Chen Kuang completely took the lead, grabbing her hand to sweep messily over his abs, then moving it downward. “Time for the next step.”
“Want me to teach?”
Qiao Ling was scared silly, feeling that hand no longer belonged to her, like a hot potato that had already touched something it shouldn’t have.
Her gaze drifted around chaotically, and she met the black python coiled in the tattoo on his upper right arm.
The feeling of Chen Kuang licking on her neck was just like being brushed by a snake’s tongue, a kind of sexiness that announced the prey’s death.
Chen Kuang pressed down again, lips returning to his home ground.
“Help me take off my pants.”
As soon as these words fell, another sharp pain came from her neck—
“Ah, it hurts.”
Boom—
A thunderclap outside the window, Qiao Ling opened her eyes, suddenly covering her perfectly intact neck.
Qiao Ling unlocked her phone, and found that the last page of the erotic manhua she saw before falling asleep, the male lead’s line was exactly “Help me take off my pants.”
“……”
She tightened her legs, pajama pants rubbing against each other, trying to cover up that shameful dampness.
Qiao Ling rolled around on the sofa bed with a red face.
Really speechless.
So was it a spring-dream or a nightmare in the end!
…………
After finishing the late-night snack, Qiao Ling couldn’t pull herself out from that dream, not even knowing what she was mad about, burying herself in the covers out of spite and reading erotic Korean manhwa the whole night.
The next day, when she was woken by the sound of a phone call, she sat up with dark circles under her eyes, both eyes a little out of focus.
Qiao Ling turned on speaker, sitting on the bed with her eyes closed as she answered the call, “…Hello.”
“Mm? You stayed up all night fighting with someone? Sounding so weak.” Qiao Jing’s voice came from the phone, full of energy.
Qiao Ling was about to fall asleep sitting, “Say it… quickly… finish.”
“Did you go to the shop? Did you go downstairs, is Chen Kuang at his place?” He asked very urgently.
She was already sleepy, took several seconds to process what this person was asking about.
“You still not sobered up?”
“What logic is that?”
“I didn’t drink, you idiot, wasn’t it that last night Chen Kuang let Rouyin and her mother stay over at his apartment.”