Chapter 2.2

Shit! I started to hear movements coming from next door.

I felt like I had *toot* a dog. 1

The creaking of the spring mattress, the vulgar words from the man’s mouth, and the laughter and moans of the woman were all audible through the thin wall.

It was very vivid.

Enraged, I turned around to walk out, but I was held back by him.

“Let go of me! I’m going to burn those two to death!”

“Then where’s your torch?” Rong Shi asked.

His words were like a pail of ice water, extinguishing my anger as it splashed down on me.

The sounds from next door were still drilling into my ears, but they could no longer anger me. I even thought it was a little funny.

So he liked these types.

Her moans…were indeed seductive.

Young Master Rong stood in front of me, still grabbing at my wrist as the corners of his lips lifted. “I haven’t finished talking just now.”

“What?” I looked at him.

“When I woke up that day, my bed was full of the smell of fermented bean curd,” he said gently. “I thought I had slept with a piece of fermented bean curd.”

His words inevitably transported me back to that steamy evening. He leaned in close to me, closer than a safe distance. The hand that was holding my wrist was very hot, and the heat rushed to my face as well. “Maybe you slept with a fermented bean curd fairy,” I said.

In the next second, I was pulled and pushed onto the bed.

I was startled and reflexively bent my knees to push him away, but he held my knees and gently parted them, turning my body into a fully receiving stance.

“Mhm.” He lowered his head and sniffed my neck. “This little fairy smells nice today. There is no fermented bean curd smell.”

“Young Master Rong-” I pushed him away lightly.

He interrupted me, “Call me Rong Shi.”

“Rong Shi.”

He smiled, appearing to be quite obedient. “What’s the matter, jiejie ?”

But his gentleness and obedience were just his way of flirting.

I stared at his eyes and said, “I don’t want to-”

He raised an eyebrow and interrupted me again, “Think clearly before you speak.”

I…I really didn’t want to have sex today. I had already cheated and had my revenge. It would be a little out of control if I did it again.

But at this moment, when I was pressed under the man, and his eyes were fixed on me, I felt a little reluctant to continue my words of rejection.

He was really good at reading people. Without giving me a chance to hesitate, his fingers slid right in.

I shuddered a little, but I couldn’t keep up with him. And soon territories had been seized again .

Not only did this person have outstanding skills, but he also had a strong memory. After sleeping with me only once, he had figured out all my sensitive spots, accurately raiding them one by one.

It was just an evening, and it was so long ago, but he still remembered.

I soon lost consciousness. His foreplay was not as long this time, and he barged in a little hurriedly.

I grasped his arm and stifled a grunt.

He licked my earlobe and said with a muffled laugh, “Sorry…I held it in for quite a long time.”

I was a little speechless. “How long is ‘a long time’?” I asked.

“Umm…” he answered seriously, “After I did it with you the other day, I went to Moscow and only came back two days ago.”

I didn’t believe him. “Russian girls are very pretty.”

He paused, looked into my eyes, and said, “Not as pretty as you.”

At that moment, my heart fluttered for a bit.

However, one should never trust anything a man says on the bed, whether it was before, during, or after sex.

By the way, this man really…loved to fondle my breasts.

He pinched me. “Did you really…forget what I’d told you?”

I was perplexed. “What?”

A bit displeased, he poked me with his dick as he furrowed his brows and said, “The feedback, jiejie .”

You just wanted to hear me moan. Why did you say it so subtly?

I didn’t want to go along with him. “Isn’t there someone else’s voice? Her moans are very seductive.”

“It’s not like I’m watching porn and using a blow-up sex doll. Besides, your moans sounded better than hers.”

Although it was nothing to be proud of, I was still quite satisfied. “Really?”

“Of course…” he said as he nibbled my ear.

But I remained quiet.

He looked at me; there was deepness in his eyes. “Is it because I’m not performing well, or are you afraid of being recognized by him?”

I shook my head. “He wouldn’t be able to recognize.”

He laughed again. “You are his girlfriend, how could he not recognize? Not to mention how special your voice is.”

“No, really. I had never moaned in front of him.”

He paused in his movements, a little surprised.

I smiled. “We are not very compatible in this regard.”

I felt his hand moving away from my breasts, and the atmosphere was a little weird, so I asked quietly, “Sorry, am I a joykill?”

He shook his head. His eyes were looking down, so I couldn’t see the expression on his face. When I was wondering if he was about to kick me out of the room, he grabbed my shoulders and bit me in the exact same spot.

I was angry. “Hey!”

At least choose somewhere else!

He laughed, slid his fingers down my shoulders, crossed the hills to the plains , and finally came to a halt at the canyon before slowly pushing himself in.

I frowned. “Rong Shi!”

He pinched my chin. “Shhh… They’ll hear you next door.”

Let them listen!

And then he said, “I was wondering…was the last time your first…orgasm?”

I really didn’t want to talk about this with him.

But he probably had found the answer from my face. He smiled and resumed his movements, while continuing to tease me, “Do you like it like this? If you don’t say anything, I take it that you’re not satisfied? Or do you want me to go faster?”

I was furious. “Can you stop biting me!”

“You won’t even let me kiss you, then what do I need a mouth for?” he asked innocently.

“…Slow down! I hit my head on the bed frame!”

He chuckled happily as he cushioned my head with his palms. “This is the first time I’ve made a girl angry during sex.”

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After it ended, he took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside and offered me one, “Do you want?”

I shook my head. “I don’t smoke.”

“Good girl.” He patted my head and kept the cigarette back in.

I wanted to get up, but he held me down. “Are you leaving again?” he asked.

“Mhm.” I said, “It’s hard to get a taxi if it’s too late.”

He was at a loss for words. “You are such a scumbag.”

I, too, was speechless. “??? Should I throw a few banknotes at you?”

He laughed. “‘A few’? You can’t sleep with someone like me with only ‘a few’.”

Tsk, tsk.

I pushed him away. “I’m going to the toilet.”

Only then did he let go of me.

I draped my coat over my shoulders, picked up my clothes, and went to the bathroom. When I came out, he was leaning on the bedside and playing with his phone. He was a little unhappy to see that I was already dressed. “Come here.”

“I’m going back,” I said as I picked up my phone that had fallen on the ground.

He sat up straight. “Your boyfriend sent me a message. Do you want to read it?”

I looked back at him.

He smirked. “He heard you just now… Don’t you want to know how he reacted?”

Of course I wanted to. I walked towards the bed. “Can I see it?”

He lifted the blanket and motioned for me to get on the bed.

I hesitated.

And then he said, “If you don’t want to sit here, it’s okay. Just give me a kiss.”

I decisively took off my coat and sat on the bed.

He was a little disappointed. “Will you lose any flesh if you kiss me?”

I burst out laughing. “If kissing you can help me lose weight, I’ll kiss you till your lips swell.”

He wrapped his arm around my neck and drew me to him. “You are a scumbag,” he said.

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I glanced at him. “Can we move on already?”

“Fine.” He handed his phone over.

On the screen was his chat history with Little Bastard.

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