He is Lovestruck in the Revenge

Chapter 133 - 133 127 Drink Be Intimate Play with Xie Xingxing

?Chapter 133: 127: Drink, Be Intimate, Play with Xie Xingxing (Second Update) Chapter 133: 127: Drink, Be Intimate, Play with Xie Xingxing (Second Update) She didn’t want to talk about the photo, so she asked Xie Shang, “Why did you come back so late, where have you been?”

“I went to Gu Yihuan’s bar.”

“Who did you see there?”

Xie Shang was a bit surprised, as Wen Changling usually didn’t talk much, let alone proactively inquire about his whereabouts.

He answered, “I saw He Dongzhou.”

Wen Changling asked again, “Did you drink?”

When she asked the question, her eyes stayed on Xie Shang, her expression very focused. After her shower, she hadn’t put on her glasses, and under the light, her eyes shimmered like pearls in the night.

“I did.”

“Did you drink much?”

“Not much.”

Her questions were very mundane, almost like idle literature.

However, Xie Shang really liked it, liked that she would inquire about his life like this, hoping she would fulfill her girlfriend duties and mind his business a little more.

She continued, “Did you get a designated driver to take you home?”

“Yes.” Xie Shang’s eyes were filled with laughter as he removed the wine bowl between them and scooted over a bit, “Why are you asking so much today?”

Wen Changling adopted a studious and earnest look, “I’m checking in on you, isn’t that what you taught me?”

A sentence, not even a sweet nothing, hit right in the softest part of Xie Shang’s heart, joy and satisfaction spreading through his body in an instant, that lightness felt like he had drunk a lot, weightless.

He gently pressed down the disobedient fringe on her forehead that kinked up after her shower, praising her with a smile, “You learn quickly.”

When she was good, she was exceedingly good; when she was bad, she was devilishly so.

She dodged Xie Shang’s palm on her fringe and pressed her forehead against it, rubbing like a small animal, “Xie Shang, I’m in a very good mood today.”

“Mhm, I know.”

When she was in a good mood, she liked to do as she pleased.

She climbed onto Xie Shang’s lap and sat down, picked up the wine bowl next to her, and offered it to his lips, commanding him before he drank, “You can’t swallow it.”

Xie Shang took a sip of the wine and obediently held it in his mouth.

Wen Changling wrapped her arms around his neck, parted her knees, knelt on either side of his legs, tilted her head back, and initiated a kiss to steal the wine he had sipped.

Xie Shang was caught off guard by her sudden move, his breathing and rhythm became chaotic, swept up in her lead.

The Bayberry Wine spilled.

She kissed her way down.

Xie Shang instinctively leaned back, one hand propping up the bamboo bed, his arm muscles tensing tightly, ready yet restrained, holding back the desire she had easily provoked.

Fearing she might fall, his other hand remained on her waist, “Wen Changling, what are you doing?”

She seemed to treat him as…

She said, “I’m playing with you.”

Yes, she was treating him like a toy.

This time, she took a sip of Bayberry Wine, her hands clinging to Xie Shang’s neck, kissing him again with a strong sense of purpose and aggression, barging in without any finesse.

The wine that hadn’t been swallowed dripped onto Xie Shang’s clothes, the color of bayberry fruit pulp red.

Wen Changling’s entire weight was nearly pressing down on Xie Shang, who could not help but open his mouth to reciprocate, his throat instinctively swallowing what it could, with the corners of his eyes and the tips of his ears blushing.

Quite naturally, Xie Shang lay back.

She seemed to like his eyes the most, forgoing the kiss, she touched his eyelashes, then went in for a kiss.

“Changling.”

“Changling.”

Xie Shang kept calling her.

Wen Changling felt he was a bit of a buzzkill, she was rarely this excited.

“Changling.”

She stopped and looked at him.

“This is outside.”

Xie Shang’s eyes already carried emotion, his brow slightly furrowed due to restraint.

Wen Changling had drunk the wine, burned the photo, her brain buzzing with excitement. Xie Shang’s clothes were rumpled by her, his neck bearing marks she had bitten into, her destructive urge surfaced again, in a climactic frenzy in her head, she wanted to let loose, to see Xie Shang’s beautiful eyes tear up; she was almost perverse.

“Granny Zhu has already gone to bed,” she said.

Xie Shang still had some sense left, “Can we go inside, please? Once we’re in, you can play however you like.”

She wouldn’t listen, “I’m in a good mood, you can’t dampen my spirits when I feel this happy.”

She sat on Xie Shang’s lap.

Xie Shang lifted his hand, paused mid-air for a few seconds, then put it down. He couldn’t refuse any of Miss Wen’s demands. Resigned, he closed his eyes, tightened his embrace around Wen Changling’s waist, his hands threading through her hair, locking onto her shoulders, pulling her close and kissing her, starting gently from behind her ear, then growing heavier, rougher.

He started to kiss her eagerly, deeply.

The stars hid behind clouds, only one light bulb shone in the courtyard, quiet surrounded them, the night breeze was hot, and the air carried the stuffiness of summer.

“Xingxing.”

Wen Changling gently pushed Xie Shang away.

She looked up at him with a smile, “You—”
Their close bodies spoke all the words he hadn’t said.

“Wen Changling,” Xie Shang took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure, “stop playing.”

Wen Changling hadn’t planned on actually doing anything.

She was just playing, playing with him, playing with his body, otherwise, she wouldn’t be in the courtyard.

The more they were together, the more her true nature appeared. She wasn’t demure, wasn’t the good girl; when she was capricious, she was bad like this.

Without a trace of reluctance, she ceased all intimate actions, slid off Xie Shang, and lay beside him.

“Xingxing.”

“Hmm.”

Xie Shang was still recovering, the tide of desire within him receding slowly.

“Have you fallen in love with me?”

She lay on her side, propping her face with her hand while looking at Xie Shang.

Fearing she might roll over and fall, Xie Shang supported her waist, drawing her toward him, “I’m that obvious, and you just noticed?”

Not really.

It was just more certain now.

Wen Changling suddenly got excited again and suggested, “Let’s continue that drinking game we played before,” she said, “Just one round, if you don’t answer a question, you have to finish the jug of wine.”

The wine cups and jug had been pushed to the edge of the bamboo bed during their intimate moment.

Xie Shang sat up, “How do we play?”

“Turn around.”

Xie Shang turned his back.

Wen Changling, barefoot, walked to the tree. The Uncaria vine was brazenly entwined around the branches, and she plucked a handful of leaves, sat on the bamboo bed, and tugged on Xie Shang’s clothing.

Xie Shang turned around.

She extended her hand, holding a fist, “Odd or even, guess right and you win, wrong and I win.”

Xie Shang said, “Even.”

She opened her palm, revealing five Uncaria leaves, “You’ve lost.”

She gained the right to ask a question.

Sitting cross-legged, she faced Xie Shang, asking the same question as before, “To what extent can you go when you love someone? Could you betray your kin for her?”

Xie Shang looked into her eyes, without hesitation, “Yes.”

He trusted his judgment, as well as Wen Changling’s. She wouldn’t make him betray someone without good reason. Besides, the answer she wanted to hear was an unequivocal yes.

It seemed she needed some kind of assurance, even though he didn’t know what it was.

The stars hidden behind the clouds bore witness:
Xie Shang promised, “Changling, don’t doubt it, I’m more loyal to you than you think, I will never betray you.”

Wen Changling nodded, smiling.

She had won.

“Are you happy?”

“Mhm.”

Taking advantage of Miss Wen’s good mood, Xie Shang asked, “Can we play another round then?”