Chapter 42: Are you jealous?

  Murong Xiaozi

  She's seen him, who is she? Ling Han said, she's the one who saw Murong Shuang's...

  How could he think that? In her lifetime, apart from seeing Ling Han's thing, she hasn't seen anyone else's. Doesn't he know that?

  Leng Xi was taken aback for a moment, and then sorted out his words in his mind. It seemed to make sense, but he didn't dare to believe it. How could Ling Han think that she had seen the one with Murong Xiaozi?

  Suddenly she realized that such thoughts were too erotic. Leng Qing's face suddenly flushed with heat, covering a layer of hot pink. She was somewhat flustered and looked away from Ling Han's deep eyes. Blinking her eyes, she pouted and said softly, "I'm not afraid of you. I just wanted to give you a bath..." She had retreated earlier because she wasn't mentally prepared. Her gaze suddenly collided with the man's thing, even if she was strong-willed, she would still feel a little fear at first.

  While Leng Qing's eyes were averted, she didn't dare to look directly. To Leng Han, it seemed like an attempt to cover up what was obvious. Looking at her flushed face, Leng Han's anger accumulated in his heart, surging and overflowing.

  When she heard Mu Rong Xiao Zuo's words, she felt shy, fantasized and had a change of heart.

  A surge of invisible anger erupted from the bottom of his heart. His eyelids jumped with rage. He pinched Cold Creek's chin even tighter, lifting her head up. "Not afraid of me? Good. Help me wash it with your mouth." With a burst of strength, he pressed Cold Creek's head down, making her stare at the thing between his legs.

  Use... use mouth...

  Leng Xi was shocked, her eyes wide with amazement. She stared at him incredulously, subconsciously swallowing hard. Her jaw was pinched so hard it hurt, but she didn't dare resist. Her shoulders trembled involuntarily, afraid of the unknown.

  All along, she has been passive and followed Ling Han's lead. Moreover, it was all under Ling Han's control. In this aspect, she knew nothing and understood nothing, having the most primitive shyness, and even a little fear.

  Now Ling Han suddenly wants her to do that high-difficulty and extremely mentally challenging thing for him. She is really worried that she won't be able to do it well, and doesn't dare to try, fearing that if she fails, she will anger Ling Han again.

  "Unwilling." The chin in his hand was trembling slightly. Ling Han's words were tinged with a layer of frost. The colder the gaze of Ding Xi, the more it seemed to seep into his bones.

  "Can... can't you help me take a bath first..." At least let her calm down in her heart first and make some mental preparations.

  Her eyebrows furrowed. Ling Han suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. The two bodies fit together seamlessly. He deliberately rubbed his bulge against her slender waist, getting harder with each rub. "You think your lower body is more useful than your mouth? Want to go in directly..." Ling Han's thick voice was laced with a hint of huskiness and a hint of evil intent to punish.

  The place where he rubbed his waist suddenly became hot and numb. It was scorching hot. Leng Xi's smiling face turned bright red, like a ripe persimmon. She shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, no, I think...I think you're tired. It would be more comfortable to take a bath." Her big eyes, like ancient springs, overflowed with a hint of panic as she hastily explained.

  She's not stupid enough to know that Ling Han is just talking nonsense.

  His handsome face was cold and stern. "Take off your clothes. Let's take a bath together."

  "But I've already washed..."

  Wash again.

  "...". Leng Xi lowered his head, puffed out his cheeks, looked at the bathtub and pointed. "That's a single-person bathtub, it can't hold two people..."

  "Just piling up is enough." Ling Han pushed her away and jumped into the bathtub himself. His thing was already very swollen. "Hurry up," he urged with a drink-like prompt.

  Leng Xi was startled and shrank back. His hands were clasped in front of him. His ancient spring-like eyes blinked. He pursed his lips. He hesitated and didn't move.

  Stuck together. He wouldn't think... But it's only been a month and a half. Her body is still very uncomfortable.

  An unpleasant gaze was cast over. Ling Han's deep and profound eyes stared at Leng Qing. An intangible intimidation spread through the air, exerting immense pressure.

  Leng Xi's breathing quickened as he got up. He was stared at, feeling very uncomfortable. Still, he raised his hand and trembled slightly as he unbuttoned his cotton pajamas.

  "Ah." Off came the last piece of clothing, and she was directly swept up by a powerful hand and tossed into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

  He tightly wrapped his arms around her, who was struggling unconsciously. His hands grasping her waist felt a soft and beautiful, silky skin that conveyed to his nerve endings, causing the most primitive excitement.

  Too beautiful.

  He had been staring at her, piece by piece, as she took off her clothes, like watching the clouds and mist open layer by layer, revealing the bright red sun, proclaiming a beautiful visual feast.

  Her body curves are beautiful and moving. Her skin is smooth like silk. It's as if it's the most beautiful porcelain in the world, shining brightly. But that gentle and tender aura on her, that soft and fragrant scent, is attracting people's hearts, making them excited and infatuated.

  He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted her now. And he wanted her badly.

  "Ah…… Ling Han." Leng Xi had just fallen into the bathtub, and landed on his body. Before she could even calm down, her body was already lifted up. "Uh…… Ling…… Han……" She fell down, her legs were already apart, a huge thing, perfectly inserted into her body. Her face turned white in an instant, she didn't even have time to scream, the two words "Ling Han" were already shattered in her mouth.

  How can he do this? How can he treat her like this? Without even a warning, without any foreplay, just directly and forcefully entering... Does he think she's an object that won't feel pain? She's human too, she has feelings too...

  A mix of grievances and heartaches all came at once. My nose turned sour. Tears overflowed from my eyes.

  "Wuuu... hmm... no... hmm..." She hadn't even had time to scold him, hadn't had time to get angry with him. Ling Han was already moving his body below her, tossing her up and down, in the most daring posture, doing the most stimulating things.

  A faint cry of pain escaped from the broken creek, accompanied by a low hum that flowed out of its mouth and turned into intermittent sobs.

  Her slender waist, under his control, was like a willow in the wind, swaying back and forth, forming wave after wave. Her black hair, like silk, flowed freely, just like the most beautiful lily flowers blooming in spring, pure and pleasing to the eye.

  Her tightness is like tofu in texture, giving people the thrill of galloping freely inside, indulging in it.

  His throat was parched with desire, his deep eyes veiled with a thin mist. He felt her, his body screaming, scorching hot and about to burst through his skin.

  I heard that He Quan is just like Leng Xi, stunningly beautiful to the point of being breathtaking. Such a wonderful and charming woman. No wonder Father was infatuated with her for life, abandoning his wife and children without hesitation, never letting go until death.

  The woman his father never got in his lifetime, now her daughter is moaning with pleasure under the "bastard" he ruthlessly drove away back then. What a thrilling revenge. Ah, what an irony.

  The more she thought, the more fiercely the anger in her chest burned. Ling Han suddenly flipped over, reversing heaven and earth. Originally above, Leng Xi was caught off guard and tumbled into the bathtub. Due to the drastic change in position, little Ling Han rolled around in her body, making her whole body tremble uncontrollably. The water submerged her completely, and she inadvertently swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. She choked and let out a cry in the water, but this only caused more water to rush into her mouth. A circle of bubbles formed, reflecting her shaking body, like a lotus root being snapped in two. It was truly pitiful.

  Her shoulders were propped up by a large, cold palm. Her body was lifted up just in time to prevent her from continuing to drink water. As she came into contact with the fresh air, Cold Creek coughed several times and wiped the water off her face. Fear and terror simultaneously enveloped her. The corners of her eyes stung as she sniffled and let out loud sobs. However, because she had been drinking water mixed with bath foam, when she opened her mouth to cry, colorful bubbles came pouring out. This made the tears on her face sparkle even more. Although she was clearly heartbroken, there was a comical element mixed in.

  His handsome face was pale and dark, unable to cry or laugh.

  "Come again if nothing happens." He said in a hoarse voice, his cold eyes filled with emotional mist, tinged with a hint of inexplicable anger and resentment, as if this was the only way to balance the humiliation he had endured for decades.

  When she heard him say come again, Leng Xi's crying suddenly stopped. She sobbed violently twice, her tearful eyes fearfully looking at him as she shifted her body backward, still in the bathtub. "Don't...don't come anymore...I...I'm not comfortable..." Her heart felt suffocated, and the place he loved was also aching painfully. She really couldn't bear it anymore.

  Tears welled up in her ancient well-like eyes, sparkling and about to fall, filled with fear and expectation as she gazed at Ling Han.

  Water splashed on her curved shoulders, gently stroking her pale skin. Unintentional temptation. Accidentally caught in Ling Han's eyes. Causing his throat to suddenly constrict. Wanting to entwine like seaweed in a frenzy.

  A sly smile spread across his face: Spare you? Ha! Not that easy.

  In the expectant gaze of Cold Creek, Ling Han pulled up her slender white legs and tightly wrapped them around his waist, sinking into him.

  Her eyes widened suddenly. The next moment, she felt her body was about to be crushed by him. He seemed to want to crush her into pieces. Fiercely wanting her.

  Heartache. Body aches. Everything hurts. Leng Xi couldn't bear the huge impact. She could only hold his back tightly, lest she lose control and hit her head. She bit her lip tightly, the crimson lips were bitten to half their color, yet she still couldn't stop the sobbing sounds from escaping her mouth.

  The chest also cried with convulsions.

  She faintly felt the lingering anger on Ling Han's body that couldn't be shaken off. Her heart was even more aching.

  Why is he angry? Why didn't you tell her? Why treat her like this...

  Ling Han was still moving. Leng Xi bit her own fingers, letting the tears flow into her mouth along with her index finger. The bitter tears flowed down her throat and into her stomach, still bitter, but also making her sober up a lot. She finally trembled and asked, "Ling Han, are you jealous? I won't see Murong Xiaozi again, don't be angry, don't treat me like this, okay?"

  The body swaying in the cold wind suddenly stopped.