Chapter 135 Infertile? (1/2)

Fang Qingping lit a cigar and sat down on the couch. Looking at Fang Lu, he said, ”That's right. I'm thinking about how it feels when I finally get her to bed.”

”Humph!” Fang Lu gave him two glances. ”I thought you've developed feelings for her!”

This nominal brother of hers had never been one to refuse women. He would not mind taking any woman to bed as long as she could be seduced. One thing, however, was the fact that her seemingly aimless and purposeless brother was actually very clever. He could always tell the difference between women that he could and could not touch. He would never force himself on any woman, either.

Fang Lu did fear that he would refuse her when she asked him to seduce Xin Qing. Obviously, Fang Qingping was still clueless about Ying Qingcang's background. Otherwise, he would not have agreed to go along with her plans that easily.

”My true feelings are with you!” Fang Qingping said, pulling Fang Lu into his arms.

Meanwhile, the two people that they were scheming against were having their own showdown at the hot spring.

”Get over here!” Ying Qingcang yanked at Xin Qing's bathrobe. Xin Qing held the robe tight, refusing to give him what he wanted.

”No! I don't want to!” Xin Qing hid behind a massive rock. ”I don't want it like that!”

A miniature hovercraft floated out of nowhere. Xin Qing stared at it and realized that it looked different from the last time she had seen it. The hovercraft had something tied to it, like some kind of rope with adjustable tension. Before she knew it, she was placed into the hovercraft by Ying Qingcang, which caused the hovercraft to sway back and forth several times. Xin Qing wrapped her arms around Ying Qingcang's neck, not daring to let go.

”Scared?” In the night, Ying Qingcang's voice sounded remarkably deep, and it contained peculiar hoarseness too.

Xin Qing gave him a sidelong glance. ”You think?”

”Hehehe!” Ying Qingcang smirked, and then he kissed her. ”Fine. Let's head over to the shallow area.” Ying Qingcang guided the hovercraft and trudged slowly through the water. Xin Qing, on the other hand, was blushing heavily. As the spring water became shallower and shallower, Xin Qing swallowed.

Finally, Ying Qingcang stopped moving. Xin Qing was just about to leap off the hovercraft to put some distance between them when suddenly, she felt the rope being tied on her. Ying Qingcang began adjusting the rope's tension. While he did so, he bit down on her earlobe. ”You're not allowed to run, hm?”

The sound of that ”hm” made Xin Qing feel as if her heart had been caressed by numerous feathers; it felt ticklish, like there was an itch there. The sensation, however, was far from gratifying. It did not feel enough, and she felt a strong urge to touch her heart with something just to get more of it.

By the time she came to her senses, Xin Qing found herself tied to the miniature hovercraft.

”What on earth are you doing?”

Seeing the panic in her eyes, Ying Qingcang quickly embraced her. ”Don't be scared. I'm here with you. You'll know soon enough!”

The following morning, Xin Qing hid herself under the blankets, refusing to come out. She finally found out what that rope was for. She massaged her waist, which honestly felt like it was about to snap in half. ”You've become more and more like an animal...” she mumbled.

”Hahaha!” Ying Qingcang's laughter rang out. At that point, Xin Qing could even imagine the man's shaking chest and lewd expression as he laughed. She brushed the blanket aside.

”Where did you even learn that? Did Young Master Shen teach you that?”

Ying Qingcang sat down on the bed and began massaging her waist. ”He recommended it,” he said, shamelessly putting the blame on Young Master Shen.

”I knew it!” Xin Qing said, her lips twisted into a look of disdain. ”Don't do it anymore. It's too unbearable. Right now I'm sore all over, and my legs feel like they're broken. You, you're torturing me by doing this.”

Ying Qingcang saw that her eyes had become red amidst her rant. ”Sh*t, maybe I really overdid it this time,” he thought. Without further ado, he pulled Xin Qing into his arms and apologized, ”I'm sorry! I'm sorry! It's my fault. I got careless. I'll be gentle next time!”

Xin Qing pounded him with her fist and then bit down on his jaw. ”Gentler? Next time? You still want to do it next time?”

”But... Last night, you were moaning and telling me how good it felt!” Ying Qingcang reminded shamelessly as he kissed her earlobe.

Covering her face, Xin Qing kicked him off the bed.

They headed back to the city that afternoon. Ying Qingcang was worried that she was still feeling unwell, so he drove straight home. That night during bedtime, Xin Qing refused to let him enter the bedroom.

”Animal! Go sleep on the couch.”

Ying Qingcang frowned. ”Why?”

”Because I'm still sore! My waist and legs feel as if they're broken!” Xin Qing yelled at him. ”You have to sleep on the couch until I get better!”

Ying Qingcang turned around and left without saying another word. Xin Qing closed the door and listened for sounds of any movement. After a while, she realized that the man had really left, which pissed her off a little. She dove into bed, hugged the blanket and pounded the mattress with her fists.

”Damn you. Won't you at least try to coax me? If you like the couch that much, you can sleep there for the rest of your life!”

Sleeping without anyone hugging her was not something that Xin Qing was used to. It was then that Xin Qing realized, much to her surprise, that Ying Qingcang was like some kind of drug; it had spread into her organs, merged with her bloodstream, circulated through her entire body before it finally reached her heart. She was already addicted. She could no longer go a single day without him. Without him by her side, she would not be able to sleep soundly.

Hugging the blanket, Xin Qing rolled around the bed. Suddenly, she saw a flash of light outside the window. ”Lightning?” Xin Qing thought, blinking a few times. Before she could react, thunder exploded, and the loud rumble reverberated through the room. In just a blink of an eye, the patter of the rain sounded outside.

Thunderstorms during the summer were usually very ferocious. Soon, everything outside the window was overlaid by a blaze of lightning and a cacophony of roaring thunder, punctuated with the pattering of huge raindrops. Feeling a little scared, Xin Qing buried herself under the blanket. Outside, the thunder was becoming louder and louder. In the end, she jumped out of bed, opened the door and ran outside. She ran smack into a pair of waiting arms.

”Not bad! You've lasted this long. I've been expecting you to run out at the first sound of thunder!”

Xin Qing stared at Ying Qingcang stupidly and only came to her senses when she was carried to the bed.

”You, you were outside all this while?”

Ying Qingcang slid under the blanket and pulled her towards him. ”If not?” he said, pinching her nose.