Chapter 35

The lip gloss that wasn't allowed to be touched today melted in Cheng Lang's lips and tongue at this moment. Shuangyun was taken to the sofa in a dizzying spin.
Sitting on him, in the intensity she also heard Cheng Lang ask her softly: "Do you want it today?"
Shuangyun laughed and asked him back: "Aren't you afraid I just want to sleep with you?"
Cheng Lang laughed. He said: "I'm just afraid you'll run away after sleeping with me."
Shuangyun laughed so hard her body was about to tilt to one side. After a moment, she pressed against his forehead and said:
"So you're going to perform well? Landon."
Breathing became heavy. Cheng Lang stared at Shuangyun's eyes in the darkness.
The next second, Shuangyun let out a scream.
When had his hand already slipped under her skirt? When had it precisely kneaded?
Shuangyun's body tensed as she held his neck, swaying like sitting in a narrow boat. But she couldn't let go, could only follow the boat's swaying, also creating clear water sounds.
The dress was stripped from behind, like shedding a white water chestnut.
Shuangyun unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers also pinching his glasses.
Removed them, seeing Cheng Lang's direct gaze.
Shuangyun's vision then inverted. Her black long hair scattered on the soft sofa. Her body trembled—it must have been his high nose bridge brushing past.
No suppressed sounds. She gave 100% feedback.
In the screams, Shuangyun called his name: "Cheng Lang."
Cheng Lang left for a moment, then quickly returned.
He leaned over Shuangyun, gently kissing her cheeks. Shuangyun's body slightly arched, as if better fitting his movements.
A wave of tingling instantly rushed to Shuangyun's scalp. Cheng Lang began to move gently.
The boat body rose and fell in fierce rapids, big in and big out. Shuangyun also seemed wrapped by the water flow, completely losing all sense of direction.
How long had he done it? Shuangyun no longer remembered.
Only remembered fireworks going off in her brain, bright as daylight.
The sofa was a mess.
Shuangyun was carried to the bed. She'd already fallen asleep.
Cheng Lang cleaned her with wet wipes and also removed the sofa cover to throw in the washing machine.
He took a simple shower.
Got into bed and held Shuangyun in his arms.
Shuangyun slept a not-short nap. When she woke, Cheng Lang was still holding her.
The moment she moved, he woke.
Cheng Lang wrapped his arms around her body, making her back fit tightly against himself.
What exactly was the scent on Shuangyun? Why did he always like to press his nose against the back of her neck?
Cheng Lang asked her: "Did it feel good?"
Shuangyun laughed lightly: "It felt good."
Cheng Lang's eyes curved, and he asked her again: "Did it feel amazing?"
Oh, he'd learned to be bad from her.
Shuangyun said: "Amazing enough that fireworks went off in my head."
Cheng Lang asked again: "Will you want it again?"
Shuangyun didn't answer him.
She gently rubbed against him with her body, and he reacted again.
Quietly moving in and out, grinding under the covers. This time Shuangyun controlled the rhythm.