The president's private treasure

  "Also inside." Mu Tianyang comforted, "Good boy, relax a bit, don't make any noise, otherwise I won't guarantee that I won't react."

  She gazed at him absent-mindedly, wondering if he was deceiving himself or not.

  Is Mu Tianyang aware of her little thoughts? Too lazy to explain, he applied the ointment and inserted it. Hmm, so tight... hoping he can endure it.

  Her feelings towards him were nothing but pain. Thinking of what he just said, did he think she would feel pleasure? She admitted that whether she liked it or not, except for the first few times, afterwards she always felt comfortable and couldn't help herself.

  That feeling is terrifying. Although she hated him so much, she would sink into the lust he provoked. She was really afraid that as time went on, she would become unlike herself.

  As his fingers went in and out of her, she suddenly moaned. Mu Tianyang abruptly lifted his head to look at her, seeing that she was frowning painfully.

  It should be painful?

  As expected, Wanqing said a word "pain", seemingly wanting him to be gentler. Then, she covered her face with the pillow, not letting herself make any noise.

  Mu Tianyang shifted uncomfortably and continued to apply medicine to her. After finishing the medicine, he was drenched in sweat. He threw down the medicine and said, "Put your clothes on yourself!" Then he rushed out of the room.

  Yan Qing slowly sat up and heard a loud bang, seemingly coming from the direction of the bathroom.

  Wan Qing put on her pants, picked up the ointment and took a look. There were words at the bottom of the box. Although they were English letters, when combined together, they didn't seem like English either, nor did she know which country produced it.

  She quietly went out to take a look and heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, not knowing what he was doing. She came back and sat on the stool to read a book.

  About ten minutes later, Mu Tianyang walked in, grumbling: "There's a woman who can do whatever she wants, and I'm going to take a cold shower... I must be crazy!"

  She frowned and picked up the eraser to erase it. Unfortunately, it was a permanent marker, and no matter how hard she erased, it wouldn't come off, at most only fading the color slightly.

  Around five o'clock, Mu Tianyang packed up his computer and left, leaving the ointment for her: "Apply it yourself after washing up tonight. I'm afraid your mom will find out, so hide it properly. You're such a meticulous person, this shouldn't be difficult for you."

  She gave him a resentful and reproachful look, but didn't say anything.

  Mu Tianyang raised his head to tie his tie and suddenly stopped: "Wanqing, come here."

  "What's up?"

  "Give me a tie." Hand her the tie.

  "I won't."

  "I'll teach you." Mu Tianyang said as he tied and pressed according to the steps.

  She looked at him with a smile suppressed, nodding repeatedly. Once he finished, she handed over the computer cheerfully: "Alright, I'll open the door for you!"

  "Ah!" Mu Tianyang's face turned red with anger, he pulled his tie and shouted "You come here!"

  Why bother opening it again when everything has been settled? She had no choice but to put down her computer and walk reluctantly in front of him, tiptoeing.

  "Not like that. Like this... right... wrong, this way..." Mu Tianyang directed her, finally tying the tie properly. Looking at himself in the mirror, he shook his head: "No good, again."

  She sighed and had to start all over again. After three or four attempts, he still wasn't satisfied, and she said dejectedly: "That's it, it's almost six o'clock!"

  "I won't leave until you tie me up properly!" How dare they hurry him! He's fed up!

  She suppressed her anger and continued reluctantly. After doing it several times, he was finally satisfied, kissed her face: "I'm going to Japan tomorrow, I'll be back in three days, take a good rest."

  She was startled, lifted her head, and just then the door closed, the person had already left.

  Mu Tianyang touched the remaining warmth on his tie, stiffly curling up the corners of his mouth. After saying he was going to Japan, he didn't dare look at her, afraid of seeing the joyful glint in her eyes. She hated him and wished she could get as far away from him as possible, he knew.

  Wan Qing rested for two days and was in a great mood. By the third day, she started to feel unwell and was afraid that Mu Tian Yang would appear. Two more days passed and he indeed came, this time again in the morning. When Wan Qing saw him, she wished she had superhuman strength so she could grab him and throw him out of the door, best if it was out of the country!

  She hid her sarcasm and wild thoughts in her heart, and respectfully invited him in and offered him tea.

  Mu Tianyang didn't have the heart to drink tea, and directly pulled her into his arms, asking: "Is your injury healed?"

  "Don't be like this..."

  "Let me see." Mu Tianyang pinned her in front of him, his hands immediately digging into her pants.

  "Don't you come and do these things right away, okay?" Yanqing said with a hint of anger.

  Mu Tianyang was taken aback and said, "I didn't come here for this, are you still going to talk about romance with me?"

  Deep feelings, dumb mouth, no words.

  "Alright then. Let's stop what we were doing and talk about our feelings." He pulled out his hand, looking at her, "Go ahead, you start first."

  If he could talk, he'd rather abstain for a year - no, until she falls in love with him!

  She stared at him inexplicably, without saying a word.

  He smiled slightly, holding her in his arms, caressing her while asking: "Did you miss me?"

  "Lies can come out of his mouth without him even needing to be forced."

  "Guess where I am?"

  "... everyone wants."

  "Hmm? Which part?"

  She let out a low moan and turned around, crawling onto his body, straddling his legs, and actively kissing him to prove it.

  Mu Tianyang was overjoyed and had not released for several days, his passion surged out of control, and he quickly filled her with himself.

  "Hmm..." She murmured softly, rubbing against his chest like a kitten, "How about going to bed? It's not comfortable here..."

  "It's fine if you say so..." Mu Tianyang picked her up and walked towards the bedroom, his hard footsteps colliding with her softness.

  "Ah——"

  "You little rascal." Mu Tianyang suddenly said with a pampered tone, quickly placing her on the bed, and thrusting fiercely, "Bad little rascal! Do you like it when I tease you while walking, that's why I brought you to the bed?"

  "I don't have—"

  "Oh really? You didn't like it, why didn't you say so earlier?"

  "I told you, but you didn't listen!"

  Mo Tianyang thought for a moment, and it seemed that was indeed the case. He smiled softly and kissed her, gently but firmly.

  ……

  Wan Qing felt hungry and crawled out of Mu Tianyang's arms. Mu Tianyang tightened his arms: "What are you doing?"

  "It's noon, I'm going to cook."

  "Uh." Mu Tianyang let her go and saw that she was dressing with her back to him. He leaned in, "Make me one too."

  "Good." Yan Qing replied, got dressed and left without even looking at him.

  He suddenly walked into the kitchen when dinner was half done, scaring her so much that she quickly pushed him out: "What are you doing?"

  "What are you doing?" Mu Tianyang asked in puzzlement, "Hiding a lover in the gas stove?"

  "What nonsense!" Wanqing said, "If we can see into someone else's living room from across the way, what if they see us?"

  "Close the window!"

  "There is oil smoke."

  "Alright." Mu Tianyang turned around with a huff.