ng Ling slapped Yao Feiqian's head with a large palm. His woman, who allowed him to whistle at her like that lecher!The little guy was even more playful, he directly took the microphone and said cris...After a night, Lin Meng did not have any other incidents. It was almost evening on the second day when she left the hospital. This was the result of Rong Ling's strong request, otherwise, she could have left in the morning.

"These few days, please stay here. Mengmeng's body is weak, so you should cook more delicious food for her to make up for it!"

Rong Ling said this to Auntie Xu, and Auntie Xu readily agreed and stayed in the guest room.

Lin Mengmeng said she wasn't that fragile, it was really unnecessary. That day's shouting, crying and making a scene was mostly because of herself. But whenever she thought of Rong Ling who had been by her side ever since then, almost inseparable, she felt guilty. With that in mind, she just couldn't bring herself to refuse.

Alright, I'll just go along with this man's arrangements. I shouldn't add any unnecessary worries for him. This man has been so good to her! She can be carefree for as long as she wants, let it drag on for as long as possible.

"These days, it feels like I'm constantly going in and out of the hospital!" she muttered, squeezing his hand. "I feel like all sixteen years of my past haven't been as chaotic as these few weeks."

He glanced at her, his expression still calm, but if you looked closely, you could see the warmth and softness that softened his usually cold eyes when they met hers.

"What are you trying to say!" It was almost piercing. This man was incredibly smart; she had barely started and he already saw through it.

She stuck out her tongue and pouted. "I feel like I might have bad luck this year. Maybe I should go to the temple and get a fortune telling, pray, and try to change my luck!"

He glared at her and impatiently rubbed her nose. “Didn’t the doctor tell you to rest more and think less What are you thinking about! Don't get involved in those superstitious things!”

She giggled and coquettishly shook his big hand. "I was just thinking out loud, don't be angry!"

He listened and then widened his eyes, "Which eye did you see me angry!"

She stuck out her tongue again and thought to herself, "You're frowning so hard, anyone who sees you would think you're angry!"

It was probably that day when she licked his hand, and feelings came out. She started to like his big palm, occasionally grabbing it and playing with it. There wasn't much fun in the hospital, so she treated playing with his palm as her biggest amusement. Because she often held it, now she could even remember every detail of the lines on his palm.

His palm was much larger than hers, with clearly defined knuckles. If you didn't look closely, you would only think his fingers were long and elegant. Coupled with his lofty bearing, you might even imagine them to be the hands of someone who had been well-kept and pampered, perhaps used for playing the piano. However, that wasn't the case at all. Looking at his palm revealed some calluses, as if from doing a lot of heavy farm work in the past, but not quite. She found it hard to believe that someone so wealthy would do such manual labor, yet she was genuinely curious about where his calluses came from.

She didn't ask because she instinctively remembered his words when he yelled at her—My business, don't interfere!

She dare not cross the thunder pool even half a step!

All she could think was that this man couldn't possibly be the pampered and privileged type she imagined. With so many calluses, he must have gone through a lot of hardship. Compared to those elegant hands like an artist's, she preferred these rough ones, which represented hard work and diligence. They made her feel closer to him, as if playing with his calluses could bring them nearer. She loved the slightly rough texture when she touched them. That day, she found herself constantly using her little fingertip to rub his calluses, almost addicted to it.

His fingers moved slightly, and she let go. The intimate contact with his palm naturally cultivated a lot of understanding between them. Most of the time, if he had nothing to do, he would follow her as she played with it. If he was busy, his fingers would move, and she would get the hint.

"As expected, he said, “I need to go back to the company to handle some documents. You rest well and if you need anything, just call Aunt Xu. If I'm not back by six thirty, don’t wait for me, eat dinner first. I’ll definitely be back before nine!”

She nodded, wanting to get up and see him off, but he pushed her back down. "It's nothing, don't move!" He really treated her like a fragile porcelain doll!

Once he left, she felt listless and could only lie listlessly on the bed, closing her eyes for a rest. Because that domineering man had specifically ordered her not to read, not to do homework, in short, nothing that would tax her brain was allowed. Even though he had already left, she didn't want to challenge his authority! Besides, he was doing this for her own good!

A woman who got a bargain yet acted smug was blissfully lost in thought, tossing and turning on the bed for several rounds before rubbing against the blanket for a long while. The familiar scent of him filled her nostrils, making her feel a little better.

When he came back, it was almost seven o'clock. As soon as he heard Aunt Xu say that dinner hadn't been served yet, his face turned sour.

"Why don't you listen to me!"

She giggled and jumped off the bed, throwing herself into his arms. She raised her chin playfully and looked at him coquettishly, whispering, "I just felt you were coming back soon, so I waited for you, hehe..."

I don't know if it counts as an excuse. But she smiled, looking quite innocent and cute. He wanted to scold her, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Xu Auntie was quick about it. In a few minutes, she had cooked several hot dishes. The water-boiled fish and braised pork had been simmering in the pot since early morning, ready to be served anytime.

Thus, the three of them sat down together for a meal. Aunt Xu initially refused, but she couldn't resist Lin Meng's soft pleading. She opened her mouth, and Rong Ling gave Aunt Xu a look, and Aunt Xu had no choice but to nod in agreement.

After dinner, Auntie Xu went to clean up. Lin Meng was bored again. From yesterday to now, she had slept enough. Lying on the bed, she felt like she would reflexively bounce back from the bed. So, she wandered aimlessly around the living room like a headless fly.

"Here you go!"

He suddenly approached and shoved a plastic hard case into her hands. Upon seeing it, she instantly beamed. The plastic seal on the case was none other than the familiar faces of the One Piece crew! But how could he possibly give her this Did he know she liked watching it! But that seemed unlikely, she hadn't told him!

Of course, she didn't know that this man, while helping her move, had stepped into her small bedroom. At a quick glance, he took in the general layout of the room, naturally including the only large poster she had on the wall. The man with a terrifyingly strong memory remembered this at the time. On his way back to the company, thinking that she would probably be bored, he instructed his subordinates to buy it!

She was still clueless, blinking her eyes at him. The man looked back, his perfect face giving away nothing!

"Bored, I'll just put on a record myself!"

He said this, turned and went to the study. Just looking at his back, he was truly heartless and cold, with a hint of trying to be cool!

But she wasn't affected by his aura at all. She skipped happily to his face, a smile lighting up her features. “I love watching this! Thank you!”

Saying that, she reached out to hug his neck and pull his head down to kiss him. He was already familiar with her movements, and without waiting for her to reach out, he reached out himself to grasp the back of her head, leaning in and kissing her fiercely on the lips. In just a few moments, his fiery tongue plunged into her mouth, rubbing against her soft lips and teasing her soft little tongue inside her small mouth.

She was just a naive girl, in matters of passion, she was no match for him at all. A mere deep kiss from him would leave her breathless, her face flushed red, and her legs weak and trembling, so dazed that she allowed him to do as he pleased with her.

He released her, gazing at those eyes clouded with a thin veil of mist. They were so fresh and dewy, like grapes just plucked from the vine, truly alluring. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his lips and said:

"Spicy shredded meat!"

After saying those nonsensical words, he let her go and headed to the study.

She was stunned for a moment, and only then did she realize what he meant by his last words!

As she got up from the table, she ate the last mouthful of food, wasn't it spicy pork shreds He meant that there was still the taste of spicy pork shreds in her mouth! No wonder he smiled like that, a bit mischievously, he was teasing her!

She suddenly flushed red, put down the plastic case holding the CD, and rushed into the bathroom. Then, she picked up her toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste on it, and started brushing. The bathroom had a large mirror that reflected her whole body. As she brushed, she felt something was off. She rinsed her mouth with water, wiped the foam from her lips with a towel, and looked at herself in the mirror. She stared blankly.

These two days, because she needed to apply medicine on her face, any washing of the face was taken care of by either the nurse or Auntie Xu. As soon as her face was wiped clean, the medicine was applied immediately, and then she couldn't move her face anymore. So she really didn't get a good look at her own face. Now take a look, it's obvious that her left cheek and right cheek don't match! Her left cheek is slightly swollen, kind of like a poorly made mini hamburger bun. And in several places where the scratches were healing, there were faint scabs, dark red and black red, which looked really jarring!

She frowned, a sudden discomfort washing over her. She'd never really paid much attention to her face before, but now...

She hung the towel back up and walked to the study with a slightly downcast expression. When Rong Ling looked up, she instinctively wanted to cover her face, then thought it was a bit too dramatic and put her hand down a little. So her small hand hovered awkwardly over her face, which looked rather comical.

"Am I not very ugly!" She lowered her head slightly, peeking at his expression shyly and nervously.

He remained impassive, merely beckoning with a wave of his hand. "Come here!"

She took small steps toward him, and when she was just a step away, he pulled her into his arms and she ended up sitting on his lap.

He gently bit her little ear, and coldly hummed, "I don't even know what kind of nonsense you're thinking about in that little head of yours. I think it's time to take you for another check-up, you seem to have gotten dumber!"

"What are you talking about!" she blurted out, defending herself. "I'm still as smart as I used to be!"

Are you sure!

He let go of her sensitive little ears, turning instead to look at her with raised eyebrows. The expression on his handsome face showed only one thing - suspicion!

She blushed again, her long, curled eyelashes—thick enough to hold several matches—fluttered nervously and then drooped down, casting a small shadow. She wasn't stupid; she naturally understood what he meant, that it was just a suggestion that she stop bothering herself with this nonsense. But, but...she couldn't explain it, she just wished her face could be as beautiful and radiant as it used to be, feeling that the scar was somehow unsightly.

"I wonder if it'll leave a scar..." she murmured softly, furrowing her brow. "It's swollen and ugly too..."

He mumbled to himself, his small hands fidgeting with his clothes. It was clear he was troubled. Since he had been with her, this was the first time she had cared so much about her face. All the women he had been with before always had a ton of makeup, bottles and jars that seemed to fill up their small vanity tables. But she had always kept a bare face, only applying a little moisturizer after washing. So why was she suddenly so concerned

……

He lowered his eyes to watch her tender fingers clutching the corner of his shirt, twisting and kneading it back and forth, letting go, then twisting and kneading again. It felt like they were about to shred it into strips. Obviously, her mind was preoccupied with the scar.

Suddenly remembering something, his eyes flashed slightly, and a barely perceptible smile crossed his lips.

He reached out and patted her soft back.

"Don't overthink it, I don't mind you!"

She froze, her hands flustered as she let go of the garment, which now bore several creases from her clumsy handling. Raising her head sheepishly, her face flushed crimson, she avoided his gaze with her dark eyes darting nervously. "Wh...what I...I'm not afraid you'll dislike me!" she stammered.

As he spoke, even his earlobes flushed red.

Just like that, and she dares to say she doesn't care. He wouldn't expose her little thoughts!

"Be good and play by yourself. Don't think about useless things!"

As he said that, he gently pushed her. Hearing him say that he didn't mind, she was actually quite satisfied inside. Perhaps after rubbing against him for so long, it was all for this one sentence from him. Raising her little butt, she happily planned to leave. But then she suddenly remembered the man's vicious words "spicy meat shreds" just now, and she had the idea of "revenge".

Then, she pressed her bottom down and sat back heavily. She leaned forward with her soft little mouth and thrust it towards his. He raised an eyebrow in surprise, his thin lips tightly closed, leaving her unable to enter. She nudged a few times; she wasn't the kind of girl who was bold enough to ram into him with brute force. So, she gently pleaded, "Open your mouth!"

He mumbled at the corner of his lips.

He obediently parted his lips slightly, and she inwardly cried out in delight, rushing eagerly into his mouth. Then she stretched her soft, slender little tongue, exploring inside his mouth.

Wow!

She wondered, how could she not taste anything!

She had lost her fear and sworn to avenge herself, putting in even more effort, licking and sucking with gusto at his mouth. With a thirst for knowledge, she was more fervent than ever before. Usually, he had to entice her first, for her little tongue would only shyly join the dance of his wolf's tongue. This bold display took him by surprise.

She was so eager to taste the flavor of his mouth that she laughed at him relentlessly, completely absorbed and focused. When one attempt failed, she tried several more times. So engrossed was she that unconsciously, she pressed her entire chest against his, repeatedly leaning in, while her hand also instinctively reached behind his head, gripping tightly to prevent him from suddenly escaping.

This is not "revenge," it's more like a dessert they offered willingly!

Rong Ling was a normal man in every way, oh no, wrong, he was a man who excelled in every way compared to ordinary men. These days, for her sake, he had been suppressing his burning desire, how could he stand this unintentional provocation from such a foolish woman In an instant, the flames in his eyes 'swirled' and rose, all the heat in his body surged towards his abdomen.

She struggled for a while, but still didn't gain much. She had to reluctantly pull back from his mouth because the little tongue was causing quite a commotion and it was tiring her out. She felt a bit tired and needed a rest, but she didn't dare completely retreat. Instead, she just pressed against his lip without moving too far away for fear he would push her away. Finally, holding onto his lips, she softly pleaded again.

"Hold on, let me try again, just one more time!"

This word, entered the hearts of different people, but can give birth to different meanings!

In his view, she was rarely so enthusiastic, practically pouring oil on the fire. How could he possibly disappoint her!

A certain man suppressed himself, the palm of his hand that was set aside trembled slightly, only one step away from grabbing her.

She really stopped for a few seconds, her soft little tongue then prodding deeper into his mouth.

A man's restraint finally broke, and he suddenly grabbed her tongue, sucking it hard and teasing fiercely. His big hand frantically moved to her small waist and squeezed it with force.

"Hmm..."

Her little mouth was being kissed, she couldn't speak, only making muffled sounds as she begged him to let go. She was willing to admit defeat this time, she wouldn't "take revenge" on him anymore.

The man's fire had already ignited, not paying any mind to her vague struggles. Finding her sitting in his lap restricting her movements, he suddenly scooped her up and pushed aside the documents on the table before placing her down. As soon as her butt hit the desk, she felt her legs being spread apart. He aggressively shoved himself between her thighs. His large hand impatiently reached for her breasts, kneading them roughly.

She was so stimulated that she couldn't speak for a moment, her eyes reddened, and her dark pupils were instantly filled with mist. The perfect right half of her face seemed to burn like fire clouds on the horizon, blooming with pure crimson - his favorite color. He kissed her cheek several times affectionately, then pulled down her t-shirt with one hand, revealing half of her round and white shoulder. His fiery kiss followed suit.

She trembled softly, her alluring eyes half-lidded. One hand weakly propped itself up on the table, while the other was aimlessly draped behind his head.

The neckline of the t-shirt was a bit big, it could be pulled down easily, revealing half her shoulder and even half her bosom. The white silk rose against the pale yellow bra, almost like a plum blossom blooming on a branch, beautiful beyond description. He lowered his head and took a bite at once.

She whimpered softly, her small hands fumbling in his dark hair. Her fingers spread and clenched, unsure whether to push him away or press her palm against his head, holding him there.

Chaos, it seems, is the only feeling left after facing him!

"Hmm...ah..." she gasped softly, her legs forced wide apart, clutching his waist, making her feelings even more confused.

The clothes were a barrier between him and her, really ruining the mood. The man was irritated, he took a light bite on her delicate neck, then pulled back, quickly grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it upwards, wanting to take it off.

She was shy and hesitant, unsure whether or not to cooperate. Her hands circled behind his head without moving, so the t-shirt wasn't completely removed, only pulled to her chest. He was satisfied with this situation for now, reaching around to her back and gently unhooking her bra, successfully revealing the two mounds of soft white flesh to his eyes.

He pushed her gently with his big hand at the small of her back, making her stomach press closer against his waist, and her legs were even more forced to be clamped around him. He had to say, he liked this position!

His hand moved gently beneath her breasts, tracing patterns across her skin. She let out soft whimpers, her breathing ragged and erratic. Her autumn-water eyes were completely glazed over, her porcelain body trembling like a flower caught in the rain under his touch...

Just as his big hand was about to reach half an inch into her panties, a sudden "嘟嘟嘟" sound rang out. A man stiffened, his passionate eyes narrowed suddenly, ice and fire colliding violently in an instant. He spat out the hard little red plum blossom, muttering in dissatisfaction--

Damn it!

He abruptly lifted his head from her chest, tugging at his hair with a touch of irritation. He took several deep breaths, trying to quell the heat building in his lower abdomen.

The time on the computer read 19:55. In five minutes, he had a scheduled online meeting that he couldn't miss. The alarm sound he had just heard was set by himself, a reminder to prevent him from getting lost in his work and forgetting about the meeting time.

"What a damn shame, he actually forgot about this! This little woman, she's practically a temptress, making him forget something so important! If he hadn't set the alarm, he would have definitely gotten her here and left his hard-working subordinates waiting...

"

Damn it!

He cursed under his breath again.

Looking up at her, but it was the water in her eyes flashing, timidly looking at him.

"I'm sorry," she apologized instinctively, because seeing his face so grim and hearing his cold, low growl of "Damn it!" made her uneasy. Although she didn't know what was wrong, his expression made her feel uncomfortable and a little sad. She sensed that she might have done something to upset him!

With a shaky hand, she tried to fasten the clasp of her bra. But her hands trembled so violently that even the bra seemed to resist her. She was struggling to get it closed. Desperate, she could only bite her lip, feeling incredibly embarrassed and ashamed standing there in front of him.

His face softened immediately, and he bowed his head, kissing her lips, preventing her from hurting herself by treating those sweet, tender lips so cruelly.

"It's none of your business, don't apologize!" He just couldn't control himself!

"I got it!" He reached out, sliding his hand into her back and taking the straps of her bra. He clipped them together, just a little test, and they fastened perfectly. Then, he helped pull her t-shirt down.

Her face was a little flushed, and she shyly tried to jump off the table, but before she could, he caught her in his arms and brought her down.

"I'm about to have a video conference, why don't you go watch a movie in the living room" His voice was warm, and the kiss he landed on her face felt warm too, like a soothing balm that eased her heart, relaxing her brow and causing her to smile.

"Hmm," she nodded, turned and walked away. As she left the study, she even thoughtfully closed the door for him. But just as the door was about to shut, she suddenly stuck her head back in, grinning, raising an eyebrow, her dark eyes shining brilliantly, and said with a triumphant air.

"Cold Cucumber Salad!"

Then his brain shrank, and Xiao Hei's head disappeared. The door slammed shut immediately!

He was momentarily stunned, but after reacting, he immediately touched his forehead and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips, silently breaking into a smile!

Cucumber salad, indeed, was the last dish he ate!

This little woman!

He smiled and shook his head. Suddenly remembering something, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Hi, Miaoqing, it's me..."

He whispered orders.

Ending the call, with a minute left until eight, he roughly tidied his clothes, sat down, and began connecting to the video.gaze from the television, giving him a quick glance and a smile.She is waiting for him.This realization warmed his heart, and at the same time, his body felt hotter.His gaze first swept over her face,...