Cheng Yanqing was cursing in the living room, apparently because Meiqiu had stuck its paw in his drinking cup.

Qing Hang couldn’t leave the bedroom at the moment, not because he was afraid of running into Cheng Yanqing—there was nothing really to fear about that—but because he was still hard, and his clothes were in disarray from Cheng Wanyue’s doing. His shirt had a large wrinkled area on the chest, and she had unzipped his pants.

The blue formal dress was scattered on the floor, its hem piling up like ocean waves gradually engulfing him.

Cheng Wanyue sat at the corner of the table, the mirror reflecting her smooth, white back. Though Qing Hang had locked the door, he still took off his shirt to drape over her shoulders.

She picked up her phone and lazily leaned against Qing Hang’s chest, one foot swinging lightly.

Every minute and second was torturous for Qing Hang, but she pretended not to notice. Not only did she have no intention of helping him, but she would occasionally kiss or touch him.

He was bare-chested, which made it convenient for her.

When he removed her hand from his chest, she wasn’t upset. She simply began leisurely selecting condoms.

“How thin is ‘ultra-thin’?”

“Hyaluronic acid lubricant? That’s not necessary.”

“How slippery is ‘super lubricated’?”

“Textured ones? They’re divided into smooth textures and ice textures? Wouldn’t the icy ones be uncomfortable? Forget it, let’s not get those.”

“Ultra-thin tight fit—will this fall off in the middle?”

“Magic pack? What kind of magic? That’s probably just marketing.”

“Ribbed spiral pack? These also come in cool and hot versions, and the second box is half price.”

“Long-lasting type? You’re already quite enduring, you can’t last any longer.”

Cheng Wanyue was as indecisive as when she shopped for clothes. “Which kind do you want?”

“Are we buying?” Qing Hang hadn’t planned on staying overnight before entering the room.

“Of course,” Cheng Wanyue selected the most mysterious type. “Let’s buy this magical one and see what kind of magic it has.”

Order note: Call when arriving, don’t knock on the door.

Cheng Wanyue had taken her time choosing, and by now Cheng Yanqing had finished washing up and had carried Meiqiu into his bedroom. Outside was completely quiet.

“Let’s go take a shower first.”

She casually put on a nightgown, gripped the doorknob, and opened it slightly. After confirming Cheng Yanqing wasn’t in the living room, she reached behind with one hand and beckoned with her fingers.

Qing Hang was led out by her, walking gently and quietly. Suddenly, the door to Cheng Yanqing’s room opened. She quickly pushed Qing Hang into the bathroom, squeezing in after him, though her face showed no trace of nervousness.

“Cheng Wanyue, you’re not asleep yet?”

“I haven’t showered or washed my hair yet. I still need to put on a face mask and hair mask.”

She could sometimes spend one or two hours on her routine. Cheng Yanqing only reminded her not to use the cup on the table for drinking water, as he would buy a new one tomorrow.

“Got it. Go play your game,” Cheng Wanyue leaned against the door, smiling and winking at Qing Hang.

Qing Hang turned on the shower, the sound of water covering their slightly heavy breathing.

Cheng Yanqing would wear headphones while gaming and wouldn’t hear even if there was thunder or hail.

But Cheng Wanyue wouldn’t tell Qing Hang that.

She took off her nightgown and hung it on the rack, placing all her bottles and jars within Qing Hang’s reach. “Don’t use Cheng Yanqing’s products; the scent isn’t good. These are my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. This is an exfoliating scrub, and the pink bottle is body lotion.”

“This is makeup remover, which I need to use,” she had worn light makeup today.

Qing Hang remembered not to get his hand wet. He scooped some of the creamy balm and gently applied it to her face.

She instructed him, “Massage it gently, then rinse with clean water.”

“Close your eyes.”

“It won’t sting your eyes. I didn’t wear eye makeup,” her hands weren’t idle either. “I’ll help wash you too, but we can only wash, nothing else. If the delivery person can’t reach us by phone, they might knock directly on the door.”

It should arrive within half an hour.

“Can I kiss you?”

“No,” she moved close to his ear and whispered, “I’m struggling too, let’s finish quickly.”

This wasn’t the first time Qing Hang had helped her shower, but it was the first time he had crossed the living room afterward with only a pink towel wrapped around his waist.

The delivery person was almost here. Cheng Wanyue said she would get the door, but Qing Hang pulled her back, his gaze falling on the water-soaked area of her nightgown’s neckline.

He never cared what she wore, but nightwear was different.

“You’re going?” Cheng Wanyue looked at the pink towel around his waist. He had been holding back for a long time, and his eyes were clouded with thick desire. “The clothes I brought back from your place before are all in the closet. Go quickly and come back quickly. I’ll wait for you in bed.”

Qing Hang pressed her shoulders, making her sit on the edge of the bed, kissed her chin, then turned to get dressed.

He opened the door just as the delivery person was getting off the elevator.

Cheng Wanyue’s curious “magic pack” turned out to be an assortment pack with various types.

She was still tidying up her formal dress, hanging it up to cover the mirror.

Qing Hang locked the door, tossed the magic pack onto the bedside table, picked her up while hooking her legs around his waist, and fell onto the soft bedding. Her laughter was consumed by his kiss.

He was like a wild animal that had been caged for too long, breaking free from chains and bursting out of confinement, considering all living creatures as his prey.

Cheng Wanyue told him to keep quiet, so he didn’t say a word. Only when his hand found the magic box did he ask which type she wanted.

“Just grab one,” she watched him put it on. “Tsk, you like the ribbed ones… ah!”

The next second, the foot rubbing against his waist was pushed up, and her voice changed pitch with each thrust. He lowered his body, one hand cushioning her head, the other tracing from her wrist to her neck, feeling her carotid artery pulsing excitedly. Desire drove him to thrust forcefully, but he couldn’t bear to hurt her, choosing instead to muffle her sounds with his kisses.

He couldn’t help but look at her.

But when he looked at her, he would be dragged into a narrow cage with her.

The lengthy foreplay made her climax quickly. Each of his thrusts was heavier than the last, the raised ribs grinding against her sensitive spots. Her neck arched high, and her slender waist formed a crescent moon.

The overwhelming pleasure made her momentarily speechless, though her body trembled.

Qing Hang held back his urge to climax, removed the condom and threw it in the trash, then took out a new regular one. He embraced her and flipped their positions, making her kneel.

He approached from behind, rubbing against her wet entrance before slowly pushing in.

He was more restrained than before, teasing her deliberately.

Soft kisses fell on her back while the bed creaked, as if saying on his behalf: See, what’s making you feel good isn’t the ribbing, it’s me.

The wet sounds were sticky. After recovering from the intense pleasure, she still felt somewhat embarrassed.

“The sound is too loud. Let’s move to the window.”

Qing Hang wrapped one hand around to grasp her swaying breast, his sweat-damp forehead pressed against the back of her neck. “In bed, you occasionally dream of me too, don’t you?”

He was always dreaming of her.

Blood burning, the most fragile nerve stretched tighter and tighter. Pleasure seeped into her skin and spread to her brain. She even started begging, and he consciously covered her mouth, but her whimpering cries still leaked through the gaps, like sparks drilling into his ears.

She couldn’t hold the kneeling position any longer. Her waist collapsed, finally helplessly yielding beneath him, missing his passionate expression as she submitted to his whims.

He was fierce yet gentle.

Before climaxing, he wanted to tear open her body, yet he also tenderly kissed her ankle.

Controlling her life and death, yet also submitting at her feet.

Qing Hang leaned against the pillow with Cheng Wanyue lying on top of him, both sticky with sweat. The scratch marks on his chest were fresh, with sweat seeping into the thin layers of skin, causing slight stinging.

He gently stroked her sweat-dampened hair. “The weather is cooling down. You should try running, practicing yoga, or dancing. When your body is healthy, your immunity will be higher.”

Cheng Wanyue laughed softly. “Is it just for immunity?”

Qing Hang lowered his head to kiss her. “Why do you tire so easily?”

She was getting a bit sleepy. “Because I’ve been sick before.”

“When?”

“A few years ago. Let’s go shower, I want to sleep,” she said she wanted to go wash, but didn’t move. “Don’t wake up, Cheng Yanqing. If he discovers us now, it would be a big problem. I wouldn’t be able to save you.”

Qing Hang had suggested before that she go to the hospital for a check-up, but she was unwilling.

After drying her hair, she fell asleep immediately.

The bed sheets had been changed, but the scent in the room hadn’t completely dissipated. Qing Hang didn’t wait for her to fall asleep before rolling over to his side. The arm she was using as a pillow gently closed around her, pulling her into his embrace.

He looked at the formal dress hanging on the rack and thought of the wedding dress in the shop window.

In his dream, their names were written on invitation cards, sent with wedding candies to all their friends. When he woke at dawn, he felt somewhat dazed.

He had just gotten dressed when Cheng Wanyue woke up.

Qing Hang bent down and pulled the blanket up. “Keep sleeping. I’m going to work.”

“Hug me,” she couldn’t open her eyes, but her arms wrapped around his neck.

Qing Hang had ten minutes to waste. Looking at her drowsy expression, the fantasy from his dream surged in his mind. “Princess Rapunzel.”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to wear a beautiful new dress? For example… a wedding dress?”

Cheng Wanyue kicked him lightly. “I’m just not fully awake, not stupid. You haven’t even won me over yet, and you’re trying to trick me into marriage. No, not allowed. You can’t skip the process.”

Qing Hang smiled. “I was just asking. Don’t be angry.”

He walked out of the room, and Cheng Yanqing also emerged from the adjacent bedroom with disheveled short hair.

Qing Hang stopped in his tracks. Cheng Yanqing walked straight to the dining area, picked up a cup, poured water, and gulped down more than half before suddenly remembering that Meiqiu had stepped on all the cups.

“Damn it!” Cheng Yanqing cursed in frustration.

He turned around to catch the cat, and his gaze met Qing Hang’s in an instant, looking slightly confused.

A few seconds later, Cheng Wanyue opened the door and ran barefoot to the kitchen.

“Qing Hang, wait,” she lowered her voice, took a box of milk from the refrigerator, and tossed it to him. “It’s too cold. Heat it before drinking.”

Cheng Yanqing, standing at the table, stared at Qing Hang and clenched his fists. “You slept in her room last night?”

Cheng Wanyue’s body suddenly froze. No wonder she felt a chill behind her when she was looking for milk. Cheng Yanqing didn’t start work until ten o’clock, so he shouldn’t be up this early.

This was bad.

“Cheng Wanyue, do you have a twitch in your eye?” Cheng Yanqing watched her signaling to Qing Hang and let out a cold laugh. “I’m such a big person standing right here, and you ran from the bedroom to the kitchen and then to the living room without seeing me once. Am I dead or something?”