Chapter 87 - If You Try to Steal My Girlfriend Again, I’ll Send You Back Home (2/2)

In the end, Song Yu brought Qi Youxuan to shower. Aunt Yang went and prepared the guest room that Song Yu had stayed in a few days ago for Qi Youxuan.

Qi Chengzhi’s house was a duplex. There were many rooms available and Aunt Yang could not predict which one Song Yu will be staying in.

After she finished cleaning the room for Qi Youxuan, Aunt Yang planned to ask Qi Chengzhi but while she was hesitating on how to phrase it, he said, “Aunt Yang, you can rest now. Don’t worry about it.”

Song Yu finished bathing Qi Youxuan and blew dry his hair before taking him to the guest room.

Qi Youxuan had difficulty sleeping so he tossed and turned on his bed. He held onto Song Yu and said, “Auntie, tell me a story!”

Song Yu initially decided to go home after she tucked Qi Youxuan to bed. When she took out her cell phone to check for the time, it was already ten o’clock at night.

However, her heart was melted by Qi Youxuan’s big googly eyes. Song Yu could not bear to reject him, so she searched for a story on her phone and read it to him.

Gradually, she heard the sound of steady breathing. Qi Youxuan fell asleep in the midst of listening to the story.

Song Yu smiled and turned off the table lamp. She made her way to the door through the dark with the help of the light from her cell phone’s screen. She opened the door gently to prevent making any loud noise that might wake that little guy up. Her gaze was fixed at him the whole time to ensure that he was not awakened, only then she slowly backed away from the room.

Just as she gently shut the door, her footsteps were blocked when she tried to walk backward away from it. She was trapped between Qi Chengzhi and the door but his arms were out of her way. She could leave anytime she desires. However, Song Yu did not move. She did not want to, neither did she have the energy to move.

“I should be heading home…” Song Yu said with a lowered voice. Her trembling voice sounded as if her teeth were clattering in the chilly winds and the volume was so low as if it was stuck in her larynx.

Even though she said that she did not have the strength to move. Deep down in her heart, she was also unwilling to move. She just wanted to indulge at that moment.

Qi Chengzhi raised his hands and secured it on the door; the action was made to trap her in his arms completely.

“Aunt Yang…” Song Yu tried very hard to gather her strength and voice out helplessly.

“She’s resting.” Qi Chengzhi’s voice became extra raspy. Finally, he grabbed her shoulder with one hand and turn her around gently. Song Yu placed both her hands on his chest and finally had a full view of him.

He was only wearing a silk bathrobe with a wide opening at the neckline. The rope on his waist was holding it loosely, baring the solid muscles inside. The thin robe also accentuated his taut figure. His body was exuding a faint scent of the shower gel as he just came out of the shower. The glasses on his nose bridge was missing. His features looked very much sharper in comparison to the day and it made Song Yu even more fluttered.

“In all honesty, do you really want to leave?” His lips nestled onto hers.

Song Yu could not refrain but to slide her hands up along his chest and surround his neck. Her soft fingertips caressed the evenly trimmed hair ends behind his neck affectionately. She was blushing and did not know how to agree to his words. Thus, she agreed tacitly without saying a word and took the lead to kiss his warm, thin lips. Her cheeks were burning hot as if it was on fire.

Once she was enamored of him, her eyes could only take in him and only him. Every movement and action of his looked so good, manly, and sophisticated. From the looks of it, this man have a cold mien but on the inside, he was mischievously villainous. These contradictory aspects made him one of a kind. His charm really managed to pull her heartstrings to the maximum.

She could only use one expression to describe a man of such magnificent style – unmatched in his generation.

However, such a uniquely magnificent man belonged to her now.

Qi Chengzhi smirked while he pressed her lips. He knew that she was easily embarrassed, so he did not tease her further.

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Song Yu leaned on his body, unable to move as he had a grip around her. Both of them were slightly breathless. She could clearly feel the undulation of his breathing while she leaned on Qi Chengzhi’s chest.

He was breathing at a steady rate, it made her felt secured. The up and down motion resembled a boat rocking gently. There were small droplets of sweat on his chest mixed together with hers.

Song Yu lifted her head and looked at his satisfied, half-opened eyes. He looked like a rascal, the sense of modesty and composure that she saw on the magazine previously was nowhere to be seen. Her fingertips could not resist but to touch his handsome face when she look at him. She traced his delicately charming features. She felt unreal like she was in a dream that such a good-looking man was then hers.

Qi Chengzhi saw her looking up and traced his face with her soft fingertips; that motion was as light as feather. She probably would never know how immersive her expression looked, where she naturally revealed such deep, tender affection. She rested her chin on his chest, her dark eyes were still a little lost but they were filled with trust.

Qi Chengzhi’s heart fluttered and could not resist himself to plant a kiss on her forehead.

At that moment, her fingertips had already passed the tip of his nose, sliding gently across his moist lips and reached his scruffy chin. She put some pressure on his stubble with her fingertips and felt an itching sensation. This was all very new to her. She locked gaze with Qi Chengzhi’s deep, dark eyes looking ever so tenderly at her when she lifted her head. Song Yu’s heartbeat was racing as if she was bewildered by his gaze. She allowed him to give a gentle peck with his stubbly chin.

Qi Chengzhi grinned slightly. She looked like a small pet with her cheeks all blushed. Her obedient manner stirred something inside him but she suddenly straightened up her body.

“Where are you going?” Qi Chengzhi became serious as he thought she was about to leave. His tone was heavier than normal.

“I’m taking a bath,” Song Yu blushed.

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As Qi Chengzhi turned the showerhead off, he immediately carried Song Yu to the bed; there was no intention to wipe their body dry. As a result, the bedsheets were drenched. Song Yu could not sleep and started pondering about the women he got involved in the past. This was an inevitable thought when a woman started to be emotionally involved with someone. They would not be happy after hearing about their partner’s past relationship but they still insisted on hearing it.

When Song Yu was thinking halfway, ‘Aili’ popped up in her mind. Her heart stifled when she recalled that morning when he subconsciously called out this name.

All of him was already savored by other women, including his kiss, his body, and the sense of charm.

She was very particular in relationships. Similarly as to how she could not tolerate Jian Yi. Even if he was willing to cut off all ties for her sake, she would not accept him again.

“Qi Chengzhi, how many women have you had before me?” She pointed at his firm chest with her fingers. She dared not to lift her head and look at him as she added, “Including serious and casual ones.”

She felt cliche when she asked it out loud but she would feel unsettled if she did not ask him.

“…” Qi Chengzhi looked at her and tightened his grip around her. He was perplexed as to where did she gather her energy to think about this after two rounds?

Song Yu felt a little puzzled when she could not get his answer. She asked with a dejected voice, “Who’s Aili?”