If It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong - Chapter 97
Chapter 97: The Thirty-Sixth Day
The handsome young man sank into the soft sofa, his dark hair tousled, his robe falling open, revealing his smooth, pale skin, now flushed a delicate pink. His long legs were bent slightly, as if trying to hide his arousal.
But he didn’t push her away. Instead, his hand rested on her shoulder, allowing her to do as she pleased.
Ji Chaozhou stared at the ceiling. He didn’t like the feeling of cream on his skin, but she did.
He wanted her, but he wanted her to take the lead, as if that would somehow keep him safe.
He knew exactly how to tempt her.
A single glance, a subtle gesture, was enough to capture her attention.
The small dessert, with its limited cream, was quickly consumed. Cheng Liu sat up, looking at the remnants on the plate, then at Ji Chaozhou, a hint of regret in her voice: “You haven’t eaten much.”
Ji Chaozhou, following her gaze, saw the ravaged dessert, only a single cherry remaining.
Cheng Liu picked it up, looking at him intently: “I want to watch you eat this.”
Ji Chaozhou didn’t reply. Cheng Liu didn’t need an answer. She held the cherry to his lips, then, as he opened his mouth to take it, pulled it away, hovering just above his lips.
Their eyes met. Ji Chaozhou, giving in, parted his lips, his tongue wrapping around the cherry, pulling it into his mouth. He bit into it, a tartness surprising him.
Cheng Liu watched as he slowly ate the cherry, then handed him the plate.
Ji Chaozhou, spitting out the pit, looked up at her: “Sour.”
This kind of cherry needed cream to balance its tartness.
Cheng Liu tossed the plate aside, leaning down to kiss him. The sweetness of the cream filled her mouth, and Ji Chaozhou could no longer distinguish between the sour and the sweet, the flavors merging.
The heat between them intensified, their senses heightened.
Ji Chaozhou suddenly shifted, flipping her over, pinning her beneath him, his breath coming in short gasps.
Cheng Liu, lying beneath him, not at all bothered by his weight, looked up at him, his face still calm, but his flushed ears and neck betraying his arousal. She pointed at the sofa: “There’s…”
Ji Chaozhou frowned, his hand covering her mouth, silencing her.
She only ever ruined the mood with her words. Better to keep her quiet.
Once he was sure she wouldn’t speak, Ji Chaozhou slowly untied his sash, the robe falling open.
Cheng Liu, taking in the sight, thought the videos she had watched paled in comparison. They were…a bit crude.
Ji Chaozhou, having removed the sash, looked at her, then, after a moment, bent down, tying it around her eyes, blindfolding her.
“…Chaozhou, can you…not cover my eyes?” Cheng Liu asked, trying to negotiate. “You can tie my hands instead.”
How could he block her view?
CEO Cheng didn’t want to miss a single moment of this.
Ji Chaozhou, tightening the knot, whispered in her ear, “No.”
Cheng Liu, now unable to see, heard the rustling of a package being opened. Well, being blindfolded added a certain…thrill. Her already overactive imagination went into overdrive.
…
The next morning, Cheng Liu woke up, turning to look at Ji Chaozhou sleeping beside her, his face relaxed, his features handsome, his lower lip slightly swollen, faint marks on his neck.
She carefully got out of bed and went to wash up.
Standing in front of the mirror, Cheng Liu pulled open her pajamas, revealing her shoulders, covered in bite marks.
CEO Cheng sighed inwardly: She had overestimated herself, underestimated him. Ji Chaozhou liked biting even more than she did.
And he had bitten her while gasping softly, a combination she couldn't resist.
Well, she liked it too.
Cheng Liu, having finished washing up, returned to the bedroom. Ji Chaozhou was still asleep, but he soon woke up.
He sat up, the sheet sliding down, revealing his bare chest. He wore a white shirt, unbuttoned, his collarbones visible, marked with faint bruises.
He pulled Cheng Liu into a hug, his chin resting on her shoulder, inhaling her scent, a look of complete contentment on his face.
Cheng Liu let him hug her, then, after a while, asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”
“…Anything,” Ji Chaozhou murmured, his mind slowly clearing, the memories of last night flooding back. He stiffened slightly.
Cheng Liu, in his embrace, didn’t seem to notice, or perhaps she simply didn’t care.
She had wanted this for a long time.
“Can I…help you?” Cheng Liu whispered in his ear.
“No,” Ji Chaozhou said, pushing her away, getting out of bed and going into the bathroom.
Cheng Liu, raising an eyebrow, watching him leave, thought: They had done everything last night. It was time to define their relationship.
CEO Cheng took out her phone and posted a Moments update, making sure to hide it from Ji Chaozhou.
[Looking for someone who can calculate auspicious dates. Price negotiable.]
Li Dong, seeing the post, immediately told his wife: “Look, Cheng Liu’s getting married soon!”
“They’re moving fast,” Yang Fanyu said, looking at the post. “Don’t you know someone who does that?”
“Yes, I do,” Li Dong said.
He immediately commented on Cheng Liu’s post: [I know a master who's good at this. I'll send you his WeChat contact.]
Business Partner XX: [Wow, CEO Cheng, always so efficient!]
Business Partner YY: [CEO Cheng, don't forget to invite me to the wedding!]
Ji Mushan: [???]
The next moment, Cheng Liu received a call from Ji Mushan.
“What do you mean by that Moments post?” Ji Mushan asked, barely suppressing his disbelief. “You and Chaozhou…when did you decide this?”
Cheng Liu felt a pang of guilt. She hadn’t discussed it with Ji Chaozhou. She had just wanted to make preparations in advance.
“I’m…calculating dates for someone else,” Cheng Liu said, resorting to her usual verbal gymnastics.
Ji Mushan, not realizing the “someone else” was actually his son, was relieved: “You’re both still young. Take your time, get to know each other better before making any decisions.”
Cheng Liu agreed readily, although she had no intention of following his advice.
…
In the bathroom, hot water cascaded down, the young man leaning against the cold tiles, his face calm, his ears flushed, his gaze averted, his long legs tense. Through the steam, he saw flashes of last night.
On the sofa, holding her, possessing her, the illusion of complete control, an intoxicating feeling.
But he wanted more, not just a fleeting moment.
Someone knocked on the door.
“I brought you some clothes,” Cheng Liu said. She had realized he didn't have any clothes here, so she had gone next door to get some.
Ji Chaozhou, looking down at his clothes on the bathroom floor, his voice hoarse, “…Come in.”
Cheng Liu, sensing something in his voice, hesitated, then opened the door.
The bathroom was filled with steam, the sound of running water. She placed the clothes on a rack, then, turning around, saw his silhouette through the fogged glass.
He was leaning against the wall, his head tilted back, gasping softly, like a dying swan, his vulnerability on display, even though he knew she was watching.
“Cheng Liu…” he whispered, his voice husky, his body tense, then, reaching a breaking point, suddenly relaxing.
Cheng Liu, leaning against the sink, watched him, memorizing every detail, every movement.
Once he had calmed down, she entered the bathroom, turning off the water. The steam dissipated.
“Do you…need any help?” Cheng Liu asked softly, her hand already reaching for him before he could answer.
As she drew closer, the haze in his eyes deepened.
His hand rested on her shoulder, his damp fingers seeping through her clothes.
…
When Ji Chaozhou emerged from the bathroom, Cheng Liu, already changed and having prepared breakfast, saw him descending the stairs, a languid air about him, a look of quiet satisfaction.
He looked at her, then walked over, sitting down opposite her.
“I have to go to the company,” Cheng Liu said. She had intended to take the day off, but something had come up.
“Okay,” Ji Chaozhou said, slowly tearing a piece of bread, not eating it.
After Cheng Liu left, he watched her through the window, then, after a while, took out his phone and made a call.
…
At the company, Cheng Liu, after finishing her urgent tasks, felt restless, her mind filled with images of Ji Chaozhou. She tried to focus, but eventually gave up, heading back early.
As she arrived, she froze. The walls between their villas were gone.
Cheng Liu, stunned, walked from the front yard to the back. Both walls had vanished without a trace.
She walked next door, no longer needing to climb the wall. Ji Chaozhou was in the living room, blending fragrances.
“The walls…are gone,” Cheng Liu said, walking over to him.
“I was cleaning the yard, and I accidentally knocked them down,” Ji Chaozhou said casually, not looking up, continuing to add fragrance oils to a test tube.
Yes, he had accidentally knocked down both walls.
Cheng Liu, not questioning his explanation, even shifted the blame to the walls: “They were flimsy anyway. Good riddance.”
Ji Chaozhou, satisfied, finally looked up at her: “Weren't you working?”
“I’m done,” Cheng Liu said dismissively. “I’m at a certain level now. I don’t need to work every day.”
She just wanted to be with him, do…adult things.
—Thirty-five boxes. She wasn’t wasting them. They had to be used before their expiration date.
Ahhhhhhh Cheng Liuuuu🙈🙈🙈
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