Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Song Chuyi was briefly stunned when he listened to what Changqing had to say. She was playing the blame game, but surprisingly, he seemed to be at a loss of words to refute her accusation.
While Song Chuyi was unable to react, Changqing took the opportunity to get up and mounted on Song Chuyi with a twist of her body before hammering him with her fists.
Her small figure twisted and turned while she was on top of him. The friction from the rubbing of their bodies evoked a fire within Song Chuyi.
“That’s enough,” Song Chuyi said as he subconsciously grabbed her hands and stopped her. He was getting dizzy from her punching.
Changqing shook her head briefly and recovered her senses. She was now lying on the bed while Song Chuyi was pressing down against her. His elegant face wasn’t as gloomy as before, and his facial features were highlighted with a soft light shining above his head, casting a delicate silhouette of the edges of his face. His eyes were bright as if they were precious gems showcasing themselves in a window.
While staring at the pair of gems, a layer of hot air inexplicably arose from Changqing’s shy face.
Song Chuyi was gazing at Changqing as well. He was looking at her face which had turned bright and rosy as if it was coated with makeup, and he was mesmerized with her pair of alluring peach-blossom eyes as if there was electricity circulating inside them, emitting a buzzing sound as they drew his attention into them.
He pondered for a moment before he said with a hoarse voice, “Do you still remember the things I told you back in my office? I asked you to stop messing with me, but why are you so disobedient?”
Changqing was dumbfounded he said such things. Her body shrank back, and she muttered timidly, “I was afraid…”
“You’re simply too mischievous. If I let you off today, you’ll certainly get unruly again.” At the same time that he finished saying his last word, he moved his body.
Changqing experienced a tremble in her brain as she watched his eyelids creeping closer to her until they were just a hair’s breadth apart.
She had a realization; it was less than three hours since their last kiss, and she was being kissed by him again.
“Let go of me!” Changqing pushed him away.
However, he was like an immovable mountain.
As expected, less than a minute later, Changqing’s head turned dizzy once more as she didn’t know how to adjust her breath, similar to the previous time in the office.
Having some experience under his belt, Song Chuyi released the tight grip he had on her lips. Then after she caught her breath, he kissed her once again, and after a while, she was out of breath once more…
After the process repeated a few more times, Changqing’s mind went completely blank and hazy, and she was now completely at his mercy.
“You’re really an idiot. We kissed so many times, but you still haven’t learned how to manage your breaths,” Song Chuyi complained with a husky voice before he continued to kiss her affectionately again.
“Don’t move!” Song Chuyi suddenly shouted after some time had passed. He was currently embracing her and was panting lightly.
Changqing perceived that something didn’t feel quite right around her waist, and when she realized what happened, her entire face grew so hot that she almost turned silly from the heat. “How are you able… aren’t you impotent?”
Song Chuyi was stunned upon hearing her words. His face went black immediately. “What are you saying? Who told you I was impotent?”
Changqing covered her mouth. If she was spilled the beans that it was Guan Ying who told her he was impotent, the consequences would be absolutely dire for her. “I… Well, I heard rumors that a lot of male gynecologists often have issues relating to that kind of thing.”
“Yan Changqing! What sort of messy things do you fill your brain with all day long?” Song Chuyi lamented as he began caressing her ear. “I’m telling you—I’m very normal, perfectly normal in fact. Do you want to try me?”
“No need! No need!” Changqing shook her head like a rattle drum. “Hurry and get up off me.”
Because she was traumatized, the color of her small face kept switching from red to white and back.
“Wait!” Song Chuyi shouted. He stayed in the same position for nearly a minute before slowly getting up, and he finally sat next to her.
After Song Chuyi was no longer on top of her, Changqing sat up from her position using her elbows and began to glance at his trousers.
“What are you looking at?” Song Chuyi said as he caught her glancing at his groin area red-handed.
“I ain’t looking at anything.” Changqing acted ignorant as she was embarrassed.
“You seem very curious. Do you want me to show you?” Song Chuyi leaned towards her. Before he could even touch her, Changqing jumped away from him as if her bottom had caught fire. She distanced herself from him and muttered, “Hooligan…”