The president's private treasure

  The doorbell rang four or five times, but Wanqing stared at her textbook, motionless.

  Just pretend he's not here and he'll leave soon. She doesn't want to let him in, he's an insatiable beast! If she lets him in again, she'll definitely be exhausted to death!

  Just as she thought so, her mobile phone rang loudly. She took a glance and didn't answer it, letting it vibrate on the bed. It's just like she had gone out without bringing it with her...

  The phone stopped vibrating and shook again a moment later, as if it was a short message. Wanqing hesitated for a moment before opening it to take a look.

  "I know you're there."

  Wan Qing gritted her teeth, ran her hands through her disheveled hair, and rushed to open the door. As she opened it, Mu Tianyang walked in with a gloomy expression, handing her the computer bag from his hand.

  She took it over and almost fell to the ground.

  Mu Tianyang blocked the door, reached out and pinched her chin, gently shaking it: "Little thing, dare not open the door?"

  "I... I was sleeping!" Wanqing said, "Didn't hear."

  He stared at her straight, guessing whether what she said was true or false. These days have indeed been a bit too much, yesterday found that the petals were swollen to burst. Wanqing turned around, her footsteps were a bit abnormal. She put the computer bag on the tea table: "Want to drink tea?"

  "Uh-huh." Mu Tianyang sat down on the sofa, took out his computer, and looked around before letting out a sigh of frustration.

  Yanqing brought over a cup of hot tea and placed it on the corner of the coffee table: "Do you want to work? Then I'll go back to my room to read." After saying that, she wanted to make a quick escape.

  "No internet?" Mu Tianyang spoke up.

  Wanqing stopped: "I don't have a computer." Of course, no internet cable is needed.

  He raised his head and beckoned to her: "Come over!"

  Wanqing hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked over and begged: "I'm still in pain... Can you today..."

  "I didn't think so from the start!" Mu Tianyang said, narrowing his eyes and revealing a sly smile. "What do you think? You and I will definitely go all out!"

  "I didn't!" Wan Qing shouted loudly, taking a step back in fright. "Th-then what are you doing here?"

  "You can't come if you don't want to?" Mu Tianyang took out his wallet, pulled out 200 yuan with a rustling sound, and added another 200 yuan at the end. "Here! Go downstairs and buy me a wireless network card! If it's not enough, it's yours, and if it's not enough, call me."

  She clenched her fists behind her back and said resolutely: "I won't go!"

  "How dare you disobey?"

  "I won't listen!" Wanqing was both angry and furious, "I've lived here for so many years, the people around here all know me. If the person selling the net card tells my mom, and my mom comes to ask me, what can I say?"

  Mu Tianyang slapped the tea table: "You're still acting like a little overlord here? You know everyone everywhere?"

  Yan Qing looked at him, gritted her teeth, and slowly welled up in tears, crying with a sense of grievance.

  Mu Tianyang's face changed as soon as he saw him, and the blue veins on his forehead throbbed. He stood up and walked out of the door himself.

  Yan Qing wiped away her tears and turned back into the house. Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang again. She first looked through the peephole and indeed it was him before opening the door.

  Mu Tianyang saw her eyes were red and swollen, and impatiently said: "What's there to cry about?"

  Not you again! Wan Qing didn't bother with him and turned to head back to her own room. Mu Tianyang blocked her way, she saw something in his hand and was startled, taking a step back which landed her right into his arms. He took advantage of the situation and wrapped his arms around her, his body radiating heat from being outdoors, making her shrink away.

  "Here." He handed her what was in his hand.

  She took one look and it was ice cream, staring at him in surprise.

  "Watch what I'm doing?"

  "I don't want to!" Wanqing pushed him away.

  He pulled her back with one hand and asked angrily: "Do you want me to feed you?" Being good to her wasn't appreciated!

  She had no choice but to take it over and quickly slipped into the house.

  Mu Tianyang took a glance and followed him in with his laptop.

  Yan Qing sat at her desk, reading a book and eating ice cream, her heart racing with anticipation. What did he want to do? What was he thinking of doing? It couldn't be that he wanted to poison her...

  The door suddenly opened and he came in with a computer, she was stunned for a few seconds and said: "There's no desk here!"

  "He sat on the bed!" He gave her a glance and kicked the door shut before sitting down on the bed.

  Wanqing glanced at him and immediately turned around, her back to him, motionless. Suddenly, his head stretched over her shoulder, and she stiffened: "What do you want to do?"

  "Feed me one bite."

  He handed her the ice cream and smiled, then turned her head and kissed her lips.

  "Hmm..."

  "Don't move." He said in a low voice, holding her face and gently licking it, saying with relish, "It's quite sweet."

  Wanqing took a deep breath and didn't say anything, turning back to continue reading her book.

  "It's gone," he said.

  "I don't want to eat anymore." Wan Qing said softly, wanting to throw it in the trash can.

  Mu Tianyang's face turned dark: "Eat it!"

  She looked at him with a loving gaze, took a glance at him, and obediently finished eating. After finishing, he hooked his lips in satisfaction, hugged her again, and sucked the flavor off her lips.

  "I want you again......" he whispered in her ear.

  She showed no reaction. She knew he didn't come for anything else, did he? The day before, they had done it on the sofa, in the bathroom, and then he had taken her again on the living room floor, her bed, and the stool in front of her desk. Yesterday, as soon as he came in, he pinned her against the security door. There was a mirror by the door, and he even forced her to watch...watch herself being possessed by him.

  She was so frustrated that she wanted to die.

  "It's really not enough for you." Mu Tianyang kissed her on the shoulder, restrained himself from holding her back, and tossed the computer onto her desk. "Go lie down on the bed."

  She slightly moved her lips, too lazy to question his inconsistency, obediently lying down on the bed, not even begging for mercy. Anyway, it's useless to beg... A man controlled by his beastly nature has no rationality or conscience to speak of.

  Mu Tianyang knelt on one knee beside the bed, lifted her skirt up and saw a vacant expression on her face as if she was resigned to her fate, feeling uncomfortable with a lump in his throat.

  "Wanqing, don't you hate me?" He said as he lifted her lower body and pulled down her underwear.

  She didn't say a word, covering her mouth with her hand to prevent herself from making any noise.

  Mu Tianyang pulled out a small, round box from his pocket, opened it, and inside was a transparent gel-like substance. He scooped up a bit with his finger and applied it to her private area. Wan Qing felt a chill there, sat up, and asked: "What are you doing?"

  "Lie down." Mu Tianyang stared at her petals without turning back, his eyes only had meticulous care, no desire, "This ointment will help you recover as soon as possible, so that you won't suffer."

  She was stunned for a moment, and then lay down dazedly, had she just misjudged him?

  Mo Tianyang rubbed the petals all over her, and Wan Qing felt quite comfortable, without the scorching pain as before. Suddenly, she felt his fingers digging in, and she cried out in terror: "Tianyang—"