Chapter 120 - His Eagerness Is Frightening. Say, What Do You Think He’s Turned into After Holding Himself Back for so Many Years? (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qi Chengzhi was still holding Song Yu’s hands, even once they were in the car. He placed her hand on his thigh. Beneath the fabric of his long pants were his supple muscles.

Her palm was warm from the forceful, surging heat of his thigh, and his broad palm.

From time to time, he would rub the center of her palm. Song Yu felt ticklish, but she neither dared let out a sound nor move a single muscle. She held it all in because she was afraid that he would say all kinds of lewd and suggestive things.

Recalling Yu Keyao’s sudden change of expression earlier, she asked him, “When did you come into the café?”

Qi Chengzhi glanced at her with a deadpan expression, making Song Yu feel even more curious.

How much of their conversation did he hear for him to have such an unnatural reaction?

“Tell me!” she urged, pinching his thigh. Her fingers did not find purchase, as his thigh was lean and firm. The most she could manage was a gentle press.

Qi Chengzhi was extremely wary of letting her stir up trouble near his most sensitive area. He gripped her hand, rubbing it, before saying in his rich voice, “I heard you warn Yu Keyao not to call me Big Brother Chengzhi.”

Song Yu tilted her head downward and peeked at him in embarrassment. It was only natural that she blushed.

She was not afraid that he would be angry, neither did she feel guilt. Her blush was one born out of the embarrassment of getting caught in an act of jealousy. Looking back on the words she had earlier said, she felt she had been too overbearing.

“You’re the one who attracted such a distasteful person,” she grumbled, pouting in dissatisfaction.

With a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, Qi Chengzhi parked the car. They were now parked by the side of the road.

Song Yu was unable to react in time. His sudden action made her think he was angry. But, as she was about to protest, his shadow fell upon her.

Qi Chengzhi pressed her down and kissed her pouting lips.

His warm tongue parted her lips and darted in. Song Yu let out a muffled sound but did not resist his advances.

They were still on the side of the road. “Did he park the car to kiss me?”

“Isn’t he a bit extreme in following his desires?”

His violent kisses left no part of her lips untouched. Satiated, he broke free and placed his hands on the back of her seat, his ragged breaths flowing past her.

Her soft, red lips lay parted, giving her an innocent yet beguiling look.

Unable to control himself, Qi Chengzhi lowered his head and began giving her tiny kisses. He started from the corner of her mouth, traveling to the center of her lips, then proceeding to the other corner. He whispered, while his lips were still brushing hers, “Seeing you pout makes me want to devour your lips.”

Song Yu was about to explode from his shameless ministrations. Even his words were salacious, and he was being more direct than he ever was before.

“Stop fooling around.” She poked him and blushed. Since she was so close to him, her lips brushed against his when she spoke.

“I’m not fooling around,” he replied, kissing her lips a couple more times. His fingers crept beneath her clothes as he spoke.

“The police are gonna give you a ticket!” Song Yu exclaimed, blushing. She could feel the familiar haze as if an electrical current was coursing through her body.

“Then kiss me,” Qi Chengzhi whispered, his voice low and husky.

Hearing her admonish Yu Keyao at the café earlier had neither angered him nor lowered his opinion of her. On the contrary, he had felt proud by her show of anger.

She had been unaware of her warrior-like demeanor, as she defended her claim with a burning ferocity.

Anyone who wanted to steal him away would have to face her wrath first.

He found this side of her to be especially endearing.

She had never displayed such a reaction when she had been betrothed to Qi Chengji. She had not even emitted such ferocity whilst she had been in love with Jian Yi.

She was only like this with him. It was a testament to her love for him. It was proof that she had carved him deep into her heart.

The happiness that Qi Chengzhi felt was indescribable. Every cell in his body fizzled with happiness. He hated that he could not recline her seat and take her. He desired to hear her call him hers.

Song Yu was unable to move because he would not. His thin lips pressed hard on hers, so all she could do was hold and kiss him in turn.

“Start the car. Let’s go home first, okay,” she blushed. Her voice, lodged in her heart, was almost a whisper. She could barely hear herself.

He pressed against her lips and let out a guttural chuckle. It sounded like the echoing vibrations of a Guqin, low and beautiful.

“Can’t take it anymore? You want it too?” he teased.

“Shameless! I want to go home and eat!” Song Yu retorted. His teasing laughter told her that he did not believe a word she had said, and his usual austere features now took on a radiant petulance.

Song Yu could not help but giggle. She kissed him once more, marveling in the realization that, even if she were to turn the world over, she would never find one such as he.

His handsome and solemn expression took on a childlike youthfulness when he smiled. Likewise, his cavalier disposition dissipated the moment he spoke, his sacrilegious words betraying him.

Between passionate kisses, he guided her hand to his erect member. His voice was hoarse as he whispered in her ear. “Since I can’t take it anymore, you’ll be the one who’s going to bear it all when we get back!”

Song Yu choked. She was unable to pull away from his shaft. Her palm, a deep red, felt as if it had been set ablaze.

“Don’t fool around. Can you drive like this?” Song Yu became worried. She had not anticipated such an extreme reaction, not when they this far from home.

“Would you like to help me?” asked Qi Chengzhi, anchoring her hand to him.

Song Yu’s face turned completely red, and she grabbed his wrist to prevent him from any further encouragements. In the end she was able to break free of him. Pushing him away, she said, “Just drive!”

The drive home made her consider, twice, driving herself. It would be even more troublesome if he decided to get all frisky later on.

Qi Chengzhi locked her in a tight, rocking embrace. Inhaling her scent, he buried his head in her neck. After he had had his fill, he set her free.

Once seated, he refastened his seat belt. Although, it took him quite a while before he was able to calm the raging fire and drive away.

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Finally, they reached the house. As Song Yu opened the door, Qi Chengzhi restlessly stood behind her, grazing her body.

Aunt Yang had been cooking when they entered.

Qi Chenzhi kept close to her as she walked in. He hugged her from behind and kissed her, straining to do so due to the awkward angle. He licked the corner of her lips, before cupping her face and kissing her.

Song Yu did not even have the chance to take off her shoes when she felt him pick her up. He cupped her derriere as he pushed himself between her thighs. His other hand pressed the back of her head and he began kissing with heightened intensity.

“Ahem!” came an awkward cough. It was not a sound that would normally be heard at home. Startled, Song Yu jumped, knocking Qi Chenzhi to the ground in her panic.

Song Yu turned and spotted a group of people standing there since God-knows-when. Yan Beicheng, Qi Chenglin, and Chu Zhaoyang were there, and Qi Chenglin was even covering Qi Youxuan’s eyes.

“Why are all of you here?” Qi Chengzhi was still holding on to Song Yu’s waist refusing to let go. The group just had to be there when the couple was having some fun getting it on. Qi Chengzhi’s looked infuriated, albeit he did not seem ashamed getting caught.

On the other hand, Embarrassment filled Song Yu, and she dared not even lift her head. She felt so undignified and so ashamed that she did not know what to do. She did not even have the courage to look at them. So, she looked down, grabbed both her and Qi Chengzhi’s slippers, and proceeded to slip them on.

Qi Chengzhi then took off his shoes, which Song Yu placed into the shoe cabinet.

“Sir, Miss, you’re back!” Aunt Yang brought out some tea. Qi Chengzhi counted the cups and noticed that there were an extra two.

“With nothing to do tonight, us bros got together and decided to come here for some games,” Yan Beicheng said. He looked pleased as his eyes darted from Song Yu to Qi Chengzhi. “We’re always at my place, the Red Roof Club. It doesn’t feel meaningful anymore. So, since everyone was curious about how you two are living together, we wanted to come by and have a look.”

The doorbell rang as soon as he completed his sentence. Before Qi Chengzhi could wonder who it was, Yan Beicheng proclaimed, “I’m guessing that’s Wei Ziqi and the family.”