Chapter 119 - I Really Wish I Could Knead You Deep into My Bones (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Sporting a black Burberry windbreaker, he looked tall and stylish; the garment accentuating his slender frame. It made his long legs even longer. It was as though he was an unfinished work of art.

His hands were stuffed into the pockets of the windbreaker, as he stood there looking at her in silence. It felt as if he had been waiting for her all his life.

Song Yu’s eyes began to prickle, and she felt a hotness coming from within. She ran toward Qi Chengzhi. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his embrace. She did not even slow down or stop when she was standing in front of him.

“Didn’t I tell you to go back home?” She buried her face in his chest, greedily inhaling his scent.

“Didn’t I say I’d wait here for you?” He removed his hands from his pockets and held her tightly. Then, he planted a kiss on her forehead and breathed into her hair.

“If I was to stay here and have lunch, were you going to wait and let yourself go hungry?” His love for her was overbearing and intransigent. At times, that intransigency led him to have a foolish, one-track mind.

He could hear from her voice that something was not quite right. His slender fingers ran through her hair, and he then lifted her head up to see her reddened eyes.

Tears were not trickling down, but her rabbit red eyes made him frown.

“What happened?” His voice turned low.

Song Yu shook her head. Qi Chengzhi pursed his lips and said, “Let’s go to the car.”

He led her to the front passenger seat and helped her in, before going back to the driver seat.

He was in no rush to start the car. Turning to her, he observed her carefully and asked, “Are you really that emotional because I waited for you here?”

Song Yu blushed because that was part of the reason.

Qi Chengzhi sighed and did away with his teasing tone. “What’s wrong exactly? Did you get into an argument with your parents?”

Song Yu shook her head. “My dad’s okay, but my mom… she still needs some time to accept all this. My dad’s trying to console her now. It’s just… this whole thing made her angry and I feel like I’ve disappointed her. Back home, I said a few things that may have been harsh. She wants the best for me, but I…”

Song Yu struggled to continue talking. She watched as Qi Chengzhi’s fair and elegant hand covered hers.

He kept quiet and did not pledge anything to her. To begin with, he was never an emotional man, who would say all sorts of overly-sentimental things. Instead, his grip on her hand was unusually firm, as though he was afraid that she would not understand his intentions.

“What did you and Grandma talk about just now?” Song Yu changed the topic.

Qi Chengzhi retracted his hand and started the car. He got into gear and started driving, before replying unenthusiastically, “Nothing out of the ordinary. The gist of it was this: if I really had my heart set on you, and if I promised to give her great-grandchildren, she’d support us.”

In truth, however, the old lady said something else. She had wanted him to guarantee that Song Yu would still choose to stay with him, instead of divorcing him if the truth behind the Song family’s bankruptcy ever came to light. If he could do that, Grandmother Qi would not forbid him from consorting with her.

Having said that, if he himself had no faith that Song Yu would continue to be with him should that day come, then it would be best for him to sever ties with Song Yu as soon as possible.

Qi Chengzhi glanced at Song Yu. His hand left the joystick and reached over to hold her hand in his steady grip.

“Weren’t you supposed to have lunch at home? You came down pretty early. Have you finished eating?” His voice, though rich, was not at all loud. His thumb meanwhile, was caressing the back of her hand gently.

“When we were eating, my mom told me to move back with them. She knows that I’m staying with you now.” As soon as she completed her sentence, she could feel him tightening his grip.

Knowing that he had misunderstood things, Song Yu used her other hand to cover his and rubbed it gently.

The skin of hand was delicate, enabling her to feel his bones. His bluish-green veins were visible through the fair skin.

“Things weren’t too bad at first, but, because I declined to move back with them, the whole atmosphere made me lose my appetite,” she replied softly and looked up at his handsome features.

He loosened his grip on her hand, allowing his expression to relax. Then he caressed her delicate, small hands, “What do you want to have for lunch?”

“Are you hungry? If you’re not too hungry, let’s go home. I’ll cook for you.” Song Yu stared at his gorgeous face and decided that she wanted to treat him especially well. It was rare that a man as handsome as he would go as far as neglecting himself for her.

She felt that there was not much she could do for him, but if it there was anything that she was capable of doing, she was willing to do it for him.

“You’ve become very fond of cooking for me recently.” Qi Chengzhi looked at her and chuckled.

His chuckle made all traces of sternness disappear from his thin lips, just like dark clouds opening up to reveal a clear sky.

He initially thought that Song Yu would blush and refuse to reply because of her shyness. However, despite her blushing, she responded openly with an “Mm.” Her forward assent was not something that he had considered.

Qi Chengzhi instantly tightened his grip on her hand. Her response was a pleasant surprise that lightened his mood. He brought her hand to his lips and gently pressed a couple of kisses.

“Let’s go home then,” Qi Chengzhi said.

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The two of them went back to Viewpark Residence. It was a Sunday, so Aunt Yang had the day off and had gone home. Qi Chengzhi and Song Yu were the only ones in the house.

The couple went into the room and changed into their house clothes. Despite living together and involving each other in nearly everything, she still felt embarrassed to change right in front of him. Thus, Song Yu took her clothes and went to the changing room.

After changing her top, she proceeded to change her pants. It was then that the door to the changing room clicked open. She turned and grabbed her pants, but Qi Chengzhi came in before she had the chance to put them on.

Once he entered, the changing room felt as congested as a small warehouse.

Qi Chengzhi’s enigmatic, pitch-black eyes leisurely savored her body. His eyes travelled from the crown of her head to her bare feet.

Her top barely reached her waist, allowing one to glimpse her belly-button if she were to slightly raise her arms.

Song Yu felt hot under his intense gaze. The pants in her hand went forgotten, as she lost her train of thought.

“I’m changing. Why did you come in?” she asked softly, trembling.

Qi Chengzhi kept quiet. Reaching over, his pale slender fingers closed over her pants, plucking them out of her hands and discarding them. He then took a step forward, and placed his rough palms on her waist, caressing her silky-smooth skin.

His hands drifted from her waist to the small of her back, tracing circles with his fingers. Her body was pressed flush against him, as his parted lips brushed the shell of her ear.

It was an undeniable fact that the old lady’s words still had an effect on Qi Chengzhi, albeit, not till the point of compromising his feelings. Of course, breaking up was not an option, but it did not deter the worry he felt when she would discover the truth. He did not know how she would react.

His discovery of her argument with her parents simply exacerbated these feelings. She had even defended him from Yu Qianying’s harsh words. She had remained firm and resolute in her defence because it had involved Qi Chengzhi.

He felt grateful and passionate by her trust and the high opinion she held of him. However, he was wary of the possibility that the more faith she placed in him, the more disappointed she would be when she found out the truth.

When they were in the car earlier, he had wanted fuse her to him as he held her in his embrace. He had wanted to be in her; and, throughout the journey, he had kept those desires at bay.

She trembled and blushed when she felt his aggressiveness. “You don’t wanna eat anymore?”

“Feed ‘him’ first, until ‘he’ is satisfied.” Resting his jade stalk against her, he gave a gentle nudge. She gasped, sudden and harsh, burying her efflorescent face into his chest.

Arching upwards she brushed a kiss against his lips, as she circled her arms around him.

After all that happened that day, all she wanted was to have him.

Qi Chengzhi’s shoulders tensed as he seized her waist, lifting her up and fervidly pressing his lips against hers.

One of the things he particularly liked about her was her penchant for not feigning aloofness or pretending to be shy in moments like this. She would always follow her heart’s desires. If she wanted to do something, she would do it. There would be no attempt on her part to try and mask her intentions.

Through her actions, she told him, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted him, lusted for him.

Qi Chengzhi kissed her passionately, not breaking even for a breath. He let himself loose and took everything she had.

Song Yu let out a moan and clung to his neck, her hair cascading around them.

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In the end, Song Yu had no idea when she was brought to the bed. Her brain was blank, and all she could remember was how rough he had been with her. She was spent.

Qi Chengzhi was still hugging her tightly, showering her with kisses that landed on her eyes, her nose, her ears, and, finally, her lips.

Her eyes half lidded, Song Yu languorously stretched out. He had slammed into her with a ruthless, ardent ferocity. She had taken all of him with adoring tear-stained eyes.

Her eyelashes, wet with tears, were thick and black. It was as though she had applied a fresh layer of mascara. Framing her misty eyes, they were like a pair of black handheld fans.

Her moist lips were slightly parted, as she was still lost in the post-coital haze. Her cheeks were a charming, tender red, inducing Qi Chengzhi to kiss her continuously. Back and forth he went, from her misty eyes, to her pink cheeks, then to her lips. He kissed them again and again, without stopping.

Song Yu was so exhausted that she did not even want to move a single muscle. She simply submitted herself to him and allowed him to continue kissing her. As embarrassed as she was, exhaustion hindered her desire to protest.

She tiredly perched her hands on his back, absent-mindedly stroking up and down, her fingertips barely sensing the smooth sinuous muscles they grazed.

Seeing how obedient she was, Qi Chengzhi’s eyes flashed with mischief. His lips traveled downward and he pressed into her, wanting more. Song Yu, however, kicked his calf.

“I don’t have any more energy. I’m hungry.” She originally wanted to cook lunch for him, but he had had other ideas. By the time he had satiated those ideas, Song Yu was completely devoid of strength. He had made her both tired and hungry.

Qi Chengzhi abruptly jerked up, and pulled her so tightly to him that the entirety of her back was nearly lifted off the bed.

He pressed his lips against her nape, caressing her sensitive skin. His voice had a hint of untamed passion when he said, “I really wish I could fuse my bones to yours.”

Song Yu was blank for quite some time. His lustful voice was somewhat authoritarian, but, at the end of the day, everything he said was a testament to how much he cared for her. His caresses on her neck made her feel excited. She hugged him tightly and pressed her face into his shoulder. Rubbing him gently, she breathed in his heady musk, feeling her body ignite as she did so.

“If it’s you, then I want the same thing, too,” she remarked. Upon completing her sentence, her mind went blank, and she could not believe that those words had escaped her mouth.

It was something she had always kept deep inside her heart. For the longest time, she had been too embarrassed to say it out loud, but, whenever she was with him, those words had manifested themselves in her every action.

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At that moment, neither of them had any energy left. Even Qi Chengzhi was so tired that he did not want to get up. He spooned her, lying comfortably on the bed.

Hunger finally set in, and it was then that Qi Chengzhi went down to the kitchen. Rummaging through the shelf, he found two bowls of instant noodles. He boiled some water, prepared the noodles, then brought them up to the room.

While Song Yu was eating the noodles, she recalled their conversation in the car that morning. It would have been much better if they had eaten some appetizers at some restaurant somewhere, rather than having to end up eating instant noodles. It was pitiable when she thought about it.

After finishing the noodles, she looked at Qi Chengzhi’s blank expression.

His usually handsome face did not look too well, and he seemed particularly restrained.

“Let’s indulge ourselves and spend the day in bed. We’ll just cook some instant noodles if we get hungry,” Qi Chengzhi said while throwing himself over Song Yu and lying back down. She was not even given the slightest chance to object to him.

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