Chapter Twenty-Four: "Cheng Yunting, You Are Not Human"
“Ah! Ouch…” Leng Zheng woke up, stretched lazily, and was suddenly struck by a sharp pain in her waist. She realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes… Her entire body, as if bitten by a swarm of mosquitoes, was covered with marks.
“Cheng Yunting!” She pulled the blanket over herself and shouted, “You’re such a beast!”
At that moment, Cheng Yunting strolled in, smiling at her. “How am I a beast?”
“Look at what you’ve done to me.” Leng Zheng’s eyes reddened, gazing at him with grievance.
Cheng Yunting placed a bowl of porridge on the bedside table, sat down on the bed, and leaned in for a kiss.
…
After the kiss, Cheng Yunting’s voice was husky as he whispered into her ear, “Xiao Zheng, do you want me to show you what it really means to be a beast, hmm?”
“You!” Leng Zheng immediately caught his meaning, her face flushing as red as a monkey’s bottom.
Cheng Yunting moved even closer, his intentions clear as day.
“No…” Leng Zheng pushed him away, but before she could protest further, Cheng Yunting kissed her forcefully. The temperature in the room rose higher and higher, as if he truly intended to abandon all restraint…
It was quite a while before Cheng Yunting finally let her go. He smiled at her. “Did you really think I’d lose control right now?”
Leng Zheng nodded, then quickly shook her head.
“Adorable little thing.” Cheng Yunting affectionately tapped her nose, picked up the bowl of pork and preserved egg congee, and offered it to her. “Come, have some porridge.”
“Mm.” Leng Zheng nodded, though that did nothing to hide the deep blush on her cheeks.
…
“Xiao Zheng, let’s get married in a few years,” Cheng Yunting said suddenly.
Leng Zheng was startled, then nodded, but quickly snapped back to ask, “Why not now?”
“Because you’re still young. Let’s wait a little longer.”
“But you didn’t hesitate when I was younger,” she muttered under her breath.
“What was that?” Cheng Yunting pressed her down again, looking at her intently.
“Nothing,” Leng Zheng shook her head. “You should lie down.”
“No,” Cheng Yunting rested his head on her collarbone. “Let me hold you a while.”
Hearing this, Leng Zheng relaxed, but a stray thought crept into her mind: What are Cheng Yunting’s abs like?
Driven by curiosity, she reached out to explore his body. Suddenly, her hands touched something smooth and warm, and she instinctively grasped it with both hands…
“Tsk, Xiao Zheng, do you know what you’re holding?” Cheng Yunting stared at her, teasing, “You’re quite the greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Hm? What is it?” Leng Zheng asked, curiosity piqued, as she subconsciously tightened her grip on the heated, slippery object.
By the time she realized what it was, it was already too late.
“Looks like I really can’t be a decent man today,” Cheng Yunting chuckled, trailing his lips across her collarbone…
Leng Zheng tried to resist, but Cheng Yunting silenced her with another kiss. “Mm…”
“Be good, put it in yourself,” Cheng Yunting’s magnetic voice guided her, and to his surprise, she actually obeyed…
He pressed on patiently, as gently as he could—but gentleness was never really an option.
He claimed her, took everything he wanted…
Gradually, the room was filled with a symphony of enchanting sounds, each note more seductive than the last.
By noon, those beautiful melodies turned into pleas for mercy, but they didn’t stop—only to become sweet music again in the end.
Not until the afternoon did the sounds finally subside…
“Stopping the carriage in the maple forest at dusk, the frosted leaves are redder than the flowers of early spring…”
…
When Leng Zheng woke again, that culprit was there, tending to her wounds with medicine at a leisurely pace. She wanted to get up, but after two intense rounds of activity, no one could withstand it.
Especially when one side was so overwhelmingly dominant—she could only lie there quietly, watching Cheng Yunting apply the ointment.
“Cheng Yunting, you really are a beast!” Leng Zheng’s voice was completely hoarse by now—after all, from ten in the morning to five in the afternoon, anyone would be exhausted. “I still have to go record voice work later! How am I supposed to do that?”
“It’s fine. Even like this, your voice is beautiful,” Cheng Yunting patted her head, skillfully dodging the complaint.
“Cheng Yunting, you—!”
“All right, enough with the foul language. You’re supposed to record that script tonight, so hurry up and get ready.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“Shall I have someone cancel it for you?”
“Never mind. Help me up.”
“All right, little one.”
PS: Haha, interpret as you will. I hope this passes review—already made it subtle enough! Otherwise, I’m at my wit’s end. Fingers crossed, fingers crossed. All right, another chapter coming soon. See you in a bit~