Chapter 51 - Who Are You Telling to Hit You?

Ji Naitang finally became a little embarrassed. He looked away, lowered his head, and didn’t dare to look at Cen Muqi. However, he could look away, but he couldn’t take back his earlier words.

He had long wanted to say those words, but he didn’t have the medical report before. He was afraid that Cen Muqi had concerns about whether he had any diseases or not. So, he had taken the initiative to go to the hospital for an examination.

The car was silent inside for a while before Cen Muqi’s rather hoarse voice sounded. “Ji Naitang, is this a new way of propositioning me?!”

“If it is, what do you think about it?”

Cen Muqi reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. Then he leaned over and kissed him. He whispered, “Very good.”

Ji Naitang no longer suppressed himself with his answer. He threw the suit jacket aside, climbed over to Cen Muqi’s side, and sat on his lap.

There wasn’t much space in the car however. Ji Naitang was 1.8 meter tall, while Cen Muqi was 1.86 meter tall. They couldn’t really move their hands and feet being squeezed so close together. But this small obstacle couldn’t extinguish the heat in their bodies.

“Did you seduce Yao Yuanjing like this before?” Cen Muqi kissed his collarbone and asked.

Ji Naitang subconsciously retorted, “No.”

Cen Muqi bit him in satisfaction. He didn’t use any strength, so it didn’t hurt. Ji Naitang moaned comfortably. Although the environment was different, they were very familiar with each other’s bodies now. So, it was easier to arouse more desire.

It rained hard outside, but the passion inside the car was like fire. Ji Naitang couldn’t help but ask, “CEO Cen, are you this nice to all of your mistresses?”

Cen Muqi chuckled. “I never had any other mistresses. You are the first. So remember to give me an evaluation survey, so I can improve.”

Ji Naitang was slightly surprised. Cen Muqi had someone around him before, but it wasn’t for long, so he thought that the person was a mistress too. Now that he thought about, was that a serious relationship? It couldn’t have been his first love, right?

Ji Naitang’s heart felt even tarter, but he wasn’t qualified to ask about anything. Besides, it had been so many years already.

“Can I exchange the evaluation survey for something?”

“Yes. What do you want in exchange?”

“I can exchange for anything?”

“Yes.”

Ji Naitang wrapped his arms around Cen Muqi’s neck. He leaned near his ear and softly said, “Then I’ll exchange it for CEO Cen shooting it directly inside me.”

Cen Muqi’s breathing stifled. Then he breathlessly announced, “Baby, we’re sleeping in the car tonight.”

Although he said that they were sleeping in the car, it was impossible for them to really sleep in the car. After all, they couldn’t even stretch their legs in the car, so they would suffer if they slept there that night. Hence, when the two people were finished, they drove back when the rain lessened.

When the car drove into the garage, Ji Naitang was sleeping in the passenger seat. Cen Muqi got out and went over to carry him up. After locking the car, they took the elevator upstairs.

They had done it too fiercely earlier, so Ji Naitang didn’t wake up even with all the movement. His forehead merely nudged against Cen Muqi’s neck. His eyes didn’t even open for a moment.

Aunt Su had left after making dinner, so there was no one in the apartment right now. Cen Muqi carried Ji Naitang into the master bedroom. They took a simple shower and went to sleep on the bed.

In the middle of the night, Cen Muqi was woken up by crying. He turned on the bedside lamp and discovered that Ji Naitang was crying. “Ji Naitang?”

Ji Naitang curled up and didn’t seem to be awake. Cen Muqi didn’t know if he was having a nightmare or not. Ji Naitang was crying and whispering something, but his voice was too soft for him to hear.

Cen Muqi leaned over and asked in a low voice, “What did you say? Say it louder.”

Ji Naitang said, “Hit me.”

Cen Muqi listened to it several times before he confirmed that he really did say “Hit me.” He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He rubbed Ji Naitang’s hair. “What hobby do you have to tell people to hit you……”

“Hit me. Don’t hit my brother. Hit me……”

Cen Muqi’s eyes flashed. His hand on Ji Naitang’s head paused. He was silent for a while before he asked, “Who are you telling to hit you? And who is going to hit your brother?”