lcionline What is Chapter 174?
What is Chapter 174?
Meeting Cheng Zheng's gaze, Lin Shuyao froze for a moment, tears streaming down her face, her nose red like a kitten caught in the rain, but her mouth remained stubbornly firm: "I...I didn't cry."
"Oh, so you didn't cry," Cheng Zheng coldly echoed.
"I...I haven't lost my memory." Lin Shuyao sniffed, her almond-shaped eyes red and wet as she looked at him, her voice hoarse from crying, as she explained, "Before, it was inconvenient to reveal my name and identity, so I lied to Zhao Xiulan and the others and said I had lost my memory...I...I haven't forgotten you."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Zheng's cold expression softened somewhat.
"How...do you know Sister Xiulan?"
"A friend of a friend."
Cheng Zheng's tone was curt, but Lin Shuyao didn't take it to heart. She bit her lip and continued, "So what are you doing here?"
Yeah, what's he doing here?
"What do you think?" Cheng Zheng asked rhetorically, his gaze fixed intently on her face.
Lin Shuyao lowered her eyes: "...I don't know."
She actually knew that Jin Song had just told her, but she wasn't sure and just wanted to hear him say it himself.
Upon hearing her answer, Cheng Zheng gave a mocking laugh, stared at her for two seconds, and then looked away.
"I'm just bored."
He left after uttering those three words.
They took long, fast strides, without a trace of lingering.
"Wait!" Lin Shuyao panicked a little. He hadn't left after she chased after him, and she started to have a feeling that he still couldn't let her go. Otherwise, why would he still be waiting for her to chase after him?
But now, looking at his resolute back as he turned away, she suddenly felt uncertain, afraid that he might really leave this time.
She had just called out to him when Cheng Zheng stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, his face still cold, and looked at her.
"I...I have something to tell you." Lin Shuyao looked around. Occasionally, people would pass by on the street, their eyes glancing curiously at the two of them. "There are too many people here, it's not convenient to talk. I want to talk to you alone. Where do you live? Can we go to your place to talk?"
Cheng Zheng glanced at her, but didn't refuse. He turned around and continued walking forward.
Not refusing means consent.
A hint of joy appeared in Lin Shuyao's eyes, and she immediately followed.
She could sense that although he had a low aura and a cold face, he didn't say anything harsh.
Having dated for a while, Lin Shuyao believed she understood him quite well. If he truly disliked her, he would never give her any chance to get close.
She knew what was going on, so she wasn't bitter anymore. She even subtly curved her lips into a smile, though she still maintained a pitiful expression on her face.
Cheng Zheng took long strides, and Lin Shuyao could barely keep up by jogging.
"You saw the basketball game yesterday?" She glanced at him as she walked, explaining, "My godmother asked me to go and deliver water to help out. I met her on the train; her name is Zhou Chunmei, and she's a really nice person. Her son happens to be on the basketball team."
"Oh," Cheng Zheng replied coldly.
"Don't walk so fast, I can't keep up. Hey Chengzheng, wait for me!" Lin Shuyao was a little out of breath as she walked and talked, and subconsciously started to whine to him.
Cheng Zheng ignored her, not even glancing in her direction. His profile was as cold and hard as a knife, but he slowed down and didn't walk as fast as before.
Lin Shuyao had been observing him, and seeing that although he didn't say anything, his actions still took care of her, which gave her more confidence.
Upon entering the guesthouse, Cheng Zheng used his key to open the door.
The door opened, and he stepped aside to gesture for her to go in first before entering himself. He didn't go far inside, just standing a few steps from the doorway, with the door wide open behind him. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, about half a meter away from her, and looked down at her, saying, "Speak."
Extremely cold and serious.
Lin Shuyao glanced at the wide-open door: "I want to talk with the door closed."
Seeing that he didn't object, she went over and closed the door. The curtains in the room were half-drawn, and the light alternated between light and dark.
She glanced at him again and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "You're so tall! Can you sit down?"
Oh.
Cheng Zheng loosened his arms, walked to the bedside and sat down, staring coldly at her with an expression that said, "Let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve."
Lin Shuyao pursed her lips and walked to his side. He was sitting with his legs slightly apart, while she stood and looked at him. The two stared at each other for a few seconds, and something seemed to be slowly fermenting in the air.
What I wanted to say was...
As her red lips parted slightly, Lin Shuyao stepped between his slightly parted legs.
"Stand up straight and speak, don't stand so close."
Cheng Zheng immediately leaned back, bracing himself against the bed with his hands to create distance between himself and her, his breath revealing a barely perceptible panic.
Lin Shuyao didn't care about anything else. She twisted her waist and sat sideways on his lap, raising one hand to hug his neck. Her warm breath approached him: "Oh, I'm so tired of standing. I want to sit down. Let me help you."
"you--"
The moment Cheng Zheng uttered a single word, Lin Shuyao swiftly moved closer and kissed him on the lips.
Soft lips pressed against his slightly cool, thin lips.
Cheng Zheng's body stiffened, his dark eyes widened slightly. Lin Shuyao turned to the side, wrapped her other arm around his neck, pressed her body against his chest, and let out two soft moans. Her lips began to trace his lips, first taking a small part of his thin lips into her mouth, then gently sucking. Cheng Zheng groaned uncontrollably, tilting his head back, trying to distance himself from her.
Lin Shuyao didn't chase after him. Her red lips parted slightly, her watery eyes gazing into his, filled with tenderness and affection. Her voice was soft and gentle: "I missed you, Cheng Zheng. I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"
Cheng Zheng's hand was still propped up on the edge of the bed. He looked into her eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Something was churning in his eyes, like an undercurrent beneath the ice, hot and suppressed, ready to burst out at any moment.
He neither spoke nor moved.
She had taken such initiative, yet he remained unmoved. Lin Shuyao felt wronged, and tears welled up in her eyes again. She sniffed, her eyes red, tiny teardrops clinging to her eyelashes, and said in a pitiful and delicate voice,
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you. You know now, right? I'm not Shen Qing. My name is Lin Shuyao. I impersonated Shen Qing and took her job. I... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you, I'm so sorry, sob sob... I don't want to be separated from you, Cheng Zheng... I don't want to be separated... Please don't ignore me, I'm scared..."
She buried her face in the crook of his neck, letting herself vent her heartache and longing, crying so hard her shoulders trembled, and her tears soaked his collar.
Cheng Zheng had been searching for her for a month. Every time her eyes reddened, it felt like a knife was being stabbed in the heart. How could he remain unmoved when he saw her tearful appearance?
But she abandoned him without hesitation, and it was on the eve of their marriage registration. He searched for her for a month, but she turned around and delivered water to another man, laughing and talking.
He reached out and pinched her chin, lifting her face. His rough fingertips wiped away the tears on her cheeks, forcing her to look at him. "Lin Shuyao, what am I to you? What do you take me for?"
His voice was low and hoarse, as if it were being ground out from his chest.
This was the first time he had called her by her real name.
Lin Shuyao felt a shiver run through her heart from the heat in his eyes, and tears streamed down her face, landing on the back of his hand.
"say."
Lin Shuyao sobbed, unable to say anything. She opened her teary eyes, looked into his eyes, pressed her red lips to his lips, and kissed him hard, wanting to prove her feelings.
She loves him.
Cheng Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if something had exploded in his chest. He held the back of her head, and all the longing, anger, and heartache he had suppressed for a whole month poured out at this moment. He responded fiercely, kissing her fiercely and ruthlessly, his tongue prying open her teeth and plunging deep inside, entwining with her tongue and sucking hard, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
"Well……"
"Um……"
A raging storm of looting.
The room was filled with the sounds of rapid swallowing and the mingling of lips and teeth.
Lin Shuyao cried and gasped as he kissed her, moaning softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair, feeling his burning body temperature and heavy breathing.
The two kissed passionately, as if trying to make up for all the kisses they had missed in the past month.