The Guide to Faking Innocence to Win His Wife - Chapter 42

The night rain knew no rest, forming an exceptionally thin, damp, and flowing mist of white water. It seemingly enveloped all things, yet it was toyed with by the gales, blown apart and scattered in all directions, only to quickly gather back together once the wind ceased.

The third-floor room was illuminated with light, but the inside was empty, with no sign of anyone. Following the open bedroom door toward the darkness, heavy breaths intertwined with one another, and the rustling sound of friction from fabric rose up. In such darkness, every perception became incomparably sensitive.

The two of them pressed tightly against each other, or rather, Jiang Zhongmu pinned the other person within a square inch of space, refusing to allow her to move.

Her wrists were no longer restricted, yet they still lingered on the tight abdomen. Warm and cool fingertips filled the contours, like a twilight current sliding down countless times, then climbing and expanding upward.

The calloused web of her hand was locked around the neck. This was considered a very dangerous movement. Even a three-year-old child understood that this was a fatal human weakness.

Therefore, landlords in ancient times always liked to use ropes and locks to tie up the necks of servants for the convenience of control.

Even now, many people still held an exceptional preference for this location, as if doing so allowed them to control the other party from a high and mighty position, thereby obtaining a so-called sense of security.

Jiang Zhongmu was undoubtedly among this group. Appearing like a majestic hunting leopard, in reality, she was just a puppy that would start whimpering the moment she was abandoned.

The scheming puppy wanted to use this method to retain the other party, yet she had long since prepared herself for the outcome of being pushed away. When the web of her hand squeezed against the windpipe, her heart skipped a beat.

It was both pathetic and clear-headed.

However, Xie Zhiyi did not stop her. She tilted her chin up slightly, allowing herself to be bound.

This caused the puppy to feel both shocked and delighted. Her knuckles tightened, plundering her breath.

Pale amber eyes looked down, and thin lips pressed together only to dodge away incredibly fast. The puppy had learned how to play the game of hard-to-get, yet she could not grasp the essence. Before the fish had even bitten the hook, she had impatiently cast the net, and immediately afterward, she anxiously reeled it back in.

Even the fish found it annoying, actively lifting her head to bite down on her.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhongmu still had a few soft places on her entire body, so it did not lead to Xie Zhiyi disliking her from head to toe. For instance, this current spot.

With the neck, shoulders, and ribs serving as a contrast, the young girl’s thin lips were soft enough to make one sigh. It could not be exaggeratedly compared to jelly, but it could certainly be called a small cake.

The soft cake base was not particularly delicate. When brushing past, one would always feel a bit of texture. It still held a remnant of the coolness from mint toothpaste, and probing deeper, it was the flavor of the young girl herself.

People always said that body odor or natural fragrance was nothing but a fictional concept, and that most of the body fragrances people smelled came from long-term perfume use or residual body wash.

However, Jiang Zhongmu never used perfume, and this was not the scent of body wash either. It was somewhat close to a light, milky fragrance, just like milk that had been exposed to the scorching sun.

It was warm and gentle, bearing a few hints of childish innocence.

Who could have imagined that Jiang Zhongmu, with her wheat-colored skin and lean, fit physique, possessed this kind of scent?

It was just like a leopard running across the savanna and extending its sharp claws toward its prey, suddenly rolling over for you, taking off its leather suit, and rolling around on the grass to act cute, meow at you, and ask for affection.

It was so cute that it made one’s heart melt.

Even the hand locked around the neck turned into a cat’s paw with its claws retracted, pressing against the neck to act spoiled.

The hand resting on the tight waist and abdomen gradually moved upward, easily climbing over without needing Jiang Zhongmu to lead the way.

However, Jiang Zhongmu conversely became unwilling. After all, she was still self-righteously feeling that she was incredibly powerful, that she was the hunter occupying the initiative, and that she was the one confining the older woman in her embrace. But now that the prey was beginning to make trouble, this little leopard of hers started to feel dissatisfied, thinking the other party was challenging her authority.

Consequently, her knuckles tightened, increasing the intensity. The rough knuckles left red marks on the delicate skin. At the same time, she lowered her head further to probe into the other party’s teeth, unreasonably occupying every single place.

It was like a kitten meowing to express its dissatisfaction, wanting the other party to know how powerful she was.

Xie Zhiyi indeed realized it. Her spine pressed against the ice-cold wall, and with the other party’s approach, she leaned back further and further. Her prominent bones were hurt by the hard surface, yet she was immersed in the sensations of the other spot.

The rain outside grew heavier and heavier, showing no trend of stopping at all. The water streams gathered into springs among the soil, surging together and heading toward lower ground.

The blooming period of the white orchid tree had reached its end. The yellowing petals broke and fell, and the floral fragrance grew increasingly rich.

The little leopard gradually became dissatisfied, no longer content with this current method. Therefore, her palm moved downward, scooping up the back of the other party’s knees, lifting the person with a slight exertion of strength.

Xie Zhiyi did not stop her. Her arms lifted to hook around the neck, and her long legs wrapped around the other party’s waist and abdomen, surrendering herself entirely to the other party’s control.

The scorching palms transmitted heat, resulting in an increasingly thick and sticky contact. Even the ice-cold wall behind her was warmed up.

“Sister,” a hoarse voice carried an out-of-tune breath.

Jiang Zhongmu did not like to talk much, and furthermore, under this kind of state, she was always very taciturn. She completely failed to understand the minor pleasures enjoyed by other couples, acting like a piece of wood that only knew how to take action. Only occasionally would a few blurry murmurs escape from her.

It was unclear whether it was shyness or a soft sigh, resembling the mumbling of the little leopard after falling asleep.

Xie Zhiyi lifted her eyes slightly, the depth of her pitch-black eyes brimming with water and light.

“Do not leave,” perhaps confused by the lack of oxygen, she spoke such words in a blurry manner, her thin lips still pressed against the edge, acting like a threat yet also resembling a plea.

However, Xie Zhiyi merely closed her eyes and covered her lips once more, blocking all the subsequent words.

She was accepting on one side, yet cruelly rejecting on the other.

Xie Zhiyi could clearly feel the other party tremble slightly. The hand scooping the back of her knees tightened further, lifting her higher.

The continuous contact became scalding hot, stamping down like a branding iron.

In the next second, Xie Zhiyi finally left this hard wall, being carried into the room in an embrace.

The bright light flooded in, but it was quickly turned off, allowing Jiang Zhongmu to see everything clearly in that split second.

The items placed in the room were much fewer, presenting an appearance of someone about to depart.

She did not speak, but merely held the person in her embrace tighter and tighter.

With a creaking sound, the bedding sank, and the long curly hair spread out like a waterfall.

Jiang Zhongmu leaned down to look at her, her rough fingertips brushing over the flushed corners of her eyes. She tried her best to be gentle, yet it still aroused a tingling sensation from the scraping.

Within those pale amber eyes was an unhidden gloom.

People were always trapped for a lifetime by the things they could not obtain in their youth.

Jiang Zhongmu was also just a mortal, and she was naturally trapped. She had even thought randomly that if there were no admission notice matter, or what if she had failed the exam and the two of them completely lost the opportunity to meet in the future, what would she do?

Would she frantically beg Xie Zhiyi to stay?

Or would she use other methods to keep her?

Knowing clearly that this was an unfeasible and unreliable method, Jiang Zhongmu still could not help but think wildly time after time.

The person on the bed perhaps noticed something, lifting her hands to hook around Jiang Zhongmu’s neck and pull her down.

Jiang Zhongmu was throwing a small tantrum. Although she was the one who had deliberately squeezed inside to create this nighttime meeting, at this moment she started to display a sullen mood, refusing to touch Xie Zhiyi.

Xie Zhiyi was not in a hurry either. She merely used her warm, cool fingertips pressing on the neck to push down one stroke after another, forcing Jiang Zhongmu to press against her red lips.

This kind of feeling was very special. One person was only responsible for exerting strength, while the other person occasionally resisted slightly and occasionally failed to understand. No one could predict how the intensity of the next time would be, as they merely pressed against each other with different angles and strengths.

It was just like the first contact, entirely lacking in order, yet bearing a bit of freshness.

This caused the little leopard to temporarily forget her annoyance, actively making contact one stroke after another.

Xie Zhiyi, on the other hand, lightly tilted her chin up, shortening the distance between the two of them, and softly murmured, “Good child.”

“You did very well.”

This was fatal to the little leopard who had been feeling frustrated all along. She instantly lost the mind to pull away, tightly grinding against the other party’s teeth and prying them open with ease.

However, this time it would no longer stop here. The excessively red and swollen lips began to move downward.

As the night grew deeper, the thick, heavy black clouds pressed down further and further. This drizzling rain grew heavier and heavier, presenting a momentum as if a violent storm were about to arrive.

The old grandmother on the first floor, for some unknown reason today, tossed and turned in her bedding, finding it difficult to fall asleep.

After struggling to lie down for a short moment, she still turned on a desk lamp, lifted the quilt, and stood up. She slowly put on a coat, walked over to the shrine outside the room, took down the admission notice on top of it, opened it up just like she did during the day, and read it meticulously over and over again.

The third floor was peaceful, leaving behind nothing but the rustling sound of fabric and the sound of water.

The hand attempting to reach out grabbed the corner of the pillow several times, yet it was dragged downward again.

The older woman, who still possessed a bit of self-restraint just a moment ago, surrendered completely. Her slender waist, which could be held in a single hand, lifted and fell several times, and the bedsheet was pulled into a damp and chaotic mess.

Clearly, no one was blocking her breathing anymore, yet she still paused and faltered, panting hurriedly after a while, which was exceedingly strange.

Her other long, fair-skinned hand reached into the arched bedding, pressing against the fluffy hair, acting like an urge yet also resembling a hindrance, rubbing the little leopard’s hair into a messy state.

The half-open window allowed the rain to strike inside. Changing from the fine drizzle at the beginning to the size of marbles later on, it clattered down loudly.

The long-standing wall had cracked at some unknown time, and moss grew from the crevices, blooming with small, pure white flowers.

In the distance, someone seemed to be cursing and swearing, talking about this wretched weather that had completely soaked all the things she had hung outside to dry.

However, none of these matters had anything to do with Xie Zhiyi. Following a lengthy period of twitching and distraction, it was unknown how much time passed before the scene in front of her eyes gradually became clear. Xie Zhiyi panted heavily, like a drowning person who could finally breathe.

The arched bedding also finally fell. Before it had time to be warmed up, it was vigorously lifted open by someone, revealing the young girl whose face was entirely covered in water. It was unknown whether she had been soaked by the rain outside the window, as she appeared very disheveled.

Especially the section from her lips down to her jaw, even the collar of her vest was completely soaked through.

However, this fellow did not care about the dirt, leaning close to Xie Zhiyi’s ear once more, and softly said a sentence, “Are you satisfied, Sister?”

Xie Zhiyi did not want to speak. The other party’s face full of water was the proof, so why would she still need to waste energy to voice her feedback?

Yet Jiang Zhongmu was relentless, refusing to let the matter rest if she did not obtain an answer. Her hand, with its bulging veins, ran downward.

She presented an appearance as if she would use other methods to inquire if she could not get her answer.

Xie Zhiyi, who had not even finished resting, tensed her calves once more.

The wind and rain did not cease. The mud ridges outside were defeated by the rainwater, and the accumulated water began to surge outward carrying petals.

The blue bricks outside the small courtyard were piled with fallen leaves and petals. The small river, which had been quite dried up a few days ago, had risen significantly this time, with the deepest part faintly showing a trend of exceeding the riverbank.

The black clouds on the horizon were thick and heavy, with purple lightning occasionally traversing through, predicting that this heavy rain still had a trend of continuing.

The hoarse, low weeping sound was exceptionally obvious amidst the sound of water. The pillow was soaked through a whole circle, as she pleaded voice after voice, “No more.”

“Stop.”

Unfortunately, the one below was an insatiable fellow. Not only did she not stop, but she even gripped the ankle that was attempting to flee, pulling it hard toward her own side.

The escaping cat fell once again to the mouth of the hunter.

Boom.

The sound of thunder suddenly rang out, concealing all the chaotic and wretched mess.

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