Chapter 142 - My Heart Is with Song Yu And So Is My Compassion (1/2)
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Though he continued to kiss her cheek, he did not neglect her ears and neck. Soon after, he gradually shifted his lips to the back of her neck, then to her shoulder. His final destination was her exposed back, courtesy of the dress she was wearing.
Song Yu grabbed the railing and heard Qi Chengzhi whisper into her ear, “Do you still remember the officiating dinner for Qilin’s hotel project? When we were on the balcony?”
Unable to utter a single word, Song Yu simply nodded.
“I really wanted to do this, but at that time I wasn’t in your heart yet, and I really regretted not being able to do it,” he whispered and moved his lips to her neck.
She could not help but retract herself at the areas his hands came in contact with. He was slowly reining her in.
It was only when her back was pressed against the cold wall that she realized the balcony was designed in exactly the same way as the balcony in Dynasty’s dining hall.
At that moment, they were also standing to one side, squeezed together so tightly that they were beginning to feel hot.
His lips came attacking hers once again, leaving Song Yu blank. Her hindbrain was pressed against the wall and his kisses made her lose all sense of herself.
Both his hands were placed on her waist. One moved up and the other moved down, causing her dress to wrinkle up.
Song Yu pushed him but to no avail; his lips still remained glued to hers.
However, she could feel his forcefulness decreasing to a point where he was only lightly touching against her. Song Yu found it a bit embarrassing to speak, because if she did so, she would be rubbing against his lips and her breath would be spewed into his mouth.
“What is it?” Qi Chengzhi was the one who spoke first, his lips parting open to allow passage of his hoarse voice.
“People on the street will see us.” Parisian buildings were not generally not tall. Other than the Eiffel Tower, the only other tall building was the Tour Montparnasse. The rest of the buildings were low, and the top of most buildings could be seen with the utmost clarity.
“Let me kiss you more,” Qi Chengzhi said and kissed her lips. “I’m blocking you from everyone outside. No one can see you from below.”
“…” Before Song Yu could open her mouth, Qi Chengzhi was already kissing her passionately. His first sentence was the catalyst to her blushing face.
Back and forth he went from her lips to her neck, as if to reenact the scene from the dinner party.
He was truly protecting her within his arms, embracing her to the point where not a single part of her was exposed to the public eye.
Her lips were finally released just as they were on the verge of losing all sensation due to his kisses. He carried her up and pressed her onto the wall so their eyes were leveled.
“Let’s go in, or else I’ll take you right here in the open.” His voice was hoarse and she could sense the dominance in his tone.
His lustful aura made Song Yu tremble in silence. A nod from her and he carried her up, kissing her as he brought them back to the bedroom.
He was practically on the brink of tearing her dress apart, judging by his swift undoing of her dress zipper and the speed with which he whisked it off of her. He did not even spare a moment to take off her panties—he simply parted them to one side and slid into her flesh.
Song Yu wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. She locked onto him and felt his muscles bulging out from his upper back like a pair of wings.
Qi Chengzhi kissed her and looked at how beautiful she was. An indescribable feeling of emotion and passion appeared in his heart, and he simply could not get enough of her. He rued not being able to hold her twenty-four hours a day and assimilate her into himself.
Looking at her, he realized that he loved her so much that his heart ached.
He watched as she tilted her head and breathed as though she was choking.
His phone rang incessantly beside them. Song Yu reminded him, but picking up a call was the least of his concerns. She tried pushing him, but in the end, he locked her arms above her head and continued thrusting.
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It was after they were soaked in sweat that Qi Chengzhi released her; she was too tired to move, and she simply let him plant kisses on her while hugging her.
The phone rang plenty of times, but fatigue led Song Yu to ignore the ringing completely. She felt as though the ringing was farther and farther away from her, with its sound getting more and more distant. All her senses had been completely drowned by Qi Chengzhi.
Their silent repose did not last long, for the cell phone began its irritating melody once again.
On that occasion, Song Yu was fully awake and could not turn a deaf ear to the ringing. Qi Chengzhi still did not look like he had any intention of picking up the call. He was leaning over to her, kissing her forehead every now and then, perhaps kissing her nose or her lips, with no sign of ever having enough of it.
“Why don’t you just pick it up? Whoever that’s calling has been at it for so long, it’s definitely something urgent,” Song Yu persuaded.
Leaving her soft body was far from what he had in mind and his eyes looked down at her face. “It’s half-past four back at home. Who in the world would call me at such an early time? The first call was made an hour ago. Shouldn’t the caller be sleeping?”
“Well, since the person is calling you at this hour instead of sleeping, it has to be something really urgent. Go and answer it. Hopefully, nothing happened at home,” Song Yu urged him on.
Qi Chengzhi was roughly able to guess who was calling, but the thought that something might have happened at home was enough to make him get off the bed.
His absence led Song Yu to cover herself up with the blanket, but as it was out in the open, it felt cold. There did not seem to be any different even though she covered herself up.
Qi Chengzhi picked up the phone and saw the caller ID. His expression suggested that he hit the nail on the head with his guess, so he declined the call and switched off his phone.
“Who was it?” Song Yu asked after seeing him walk back without picking the call up.
“Liang Lihua.” He lifted the covers and went into it with her. Song Yu threw herself onto him without even waiting for him to stretch his hand. Her palms were on his chest and her legs were placed against his calf.
“Want another round?” He lowered his head and bit her ear.
“NO!” Song Yu blushed and pinched him softly. “I’m just a bit cold.”
Qi Chengzhi was very happy because her actions meant that she had grown accustomed to being hugged by him while he slept. She was used to his warmth, and even a momentary absence was enough to make her feel lonely.
A thin layer of sweat was still present on his chest, bringing with it a very strong manly scent. Song Yu smelled it and closed her eyes in satisfaction in order to better listen to his beating heart.
“Why would Liang Lihua call you in the wee hours of the morning?” Song Yu had barely finished her question when her phone started ringing.
Her phone was slightly closer as it was placed just beside the bed.
Song Yu flipped over to take it, but Qi Chengzhi stopped her from doing so. “Don’t move. I’ll take it for you.”
He extended his hand over and grabbed the phone, all while positioned on top of her.
Song Yu found it extremely comfortable as she hugged him like a bolster. “Who called?”
Qi Chengzhi had to move his body somewhat to take the phone, so she maneuvered herself and found a more comfortable position to keep him close to her.
No caller ID was displayed, meaning that Song Yu did not keep the number in her contacts.
His photographic memory, however, lent him the ability to recognize the string of numbers as belonging to Liang Lihua.
His expression sunk immediately. So be it then if Liang Lihua phoned him, but what irked him more was that she had the nerve to phone Song Yu.
Liang Lihua’s harassment was something he could try and be patient with, but in harassing Song Yu, Liang Lihua had invoked wrath that resulted from poking her nose into something she had no right to be doing.
“What is it?” His displeased expression was like none other she had ever seen before.
She did, however, see that expression once before.
That was when Qi Chengyue was trying to give Song Yu trouble by causing the employees to go on strike and lock her up in their quarters. He had the same expression now as he had then after rescuing her.
“Who’s calling?” Song Yu asked and caressed his waist.
Her soft but firm movements helped Qi Chengzhi soften his expression. He turned off her phone and kissed her, saying, “Liang Lihua.”
“She called me? Just because you switched off your phone when she kept calling you?” She had meant her question to be rhetorical, as she simply could not fathom that Liang Lihua had gone insane.
Qi Chengzhi placed the phone on the bedside cabinet and continued to hug Song Yu. He heard her ask, “Is it because of Yu Keyao?”
“Mm.” He nodded. “Yu Keyao must’ve complained to her and said all kinds of nonsense.”
Song Yu went momentarily silent. “Her family members are experts when it comes to playing victim.”