Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 15

The surroundings fell silent, leaving only the sound of their intertwined breaths.

Xu Xing remained silent for a long time. His face showed no expression, and his hand still rested on Zhao Ciqin’s waist, though his movements were slightly stiffer than before.

Zhao Ciqin rarely saw him like this. She tilted her head up and lightly kissed his chin, teasing, “You don’t want to?”

Xu Xing instinctively rubbed the spot she had kissed with his thumb. He looked down, meeting her gaze, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he said in a low voice, “…I thought you’d need more time to think about it.”

Zhao Ciqin replied, “Didn’t you say it yourself? Neither of us wants to miss out on each other, so what’s the difference between moving in together sooner or later?”

She reached out to touch his prominent Adam’s apple. Since they had gotten together, Zhao Ciqin had developed many little habits like this. Though slightly embarrassed, her eyes still held a bold affection. “Besides, I like being pampered by you. I want to see you more, to spend more time with you.”

Xu Xing’s hand, which had been about to grab hers, froze.

Countless electric sparks surged through his veins, igniting the heat in his body to its peak.

Half of his arm went completely numb, and his mind went blank, unable to react.

After a long pause, Zhao Ciqin finally heard him say, “Is that so?”

Then, in the next moment, Xu Xing lifted her up. She had been kneeling on his lap, but he gently pressed her down, bringing her gaze level with his.

Xu Xing wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned closer, his nose lightly brushing against hers. “Did you like the way I pampered you last night?”

Zhao Ciqin suddenly remembered how, after he had made her cry last night, Xu Xing had held her and coaxed her to spread her legs again, swallowing him whole.

Zhao Ciqin felt slightly uneasy and answered vaguely, “It was alright.”

“Then try,” Xu Xing pressed his forehead against hers, “to like it a little more, okay?”

He added, “Because I might really enjoy seeing Qin Qin cry while I take her.”

What kind of strange preference was that?

Zhao Ciqin’s eyes widened slightly. Just then, Xu Xing suddenly placed her back on the rattan chair, half-lying on the soft pillow beside it.

She tried to sit up, but Xu Xing grabbed her ankle. The slit of her dress shifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of her fair calf.

“Don’t move.”

Xu Xing sat at her feet, his tense shoulders now completely relaxed. His features looked soft and handsome under the warm orange light. “Let’s take a bath together later, okay?”

Zhao Ciqin understood what he meant, and her breathing became quick and heated.

She nodded slightly. In the next moment, Xu Xing began undoing the side buttons of her cheongsam, starting from her calf and working his way up to her waist. With just a slight movement, large patches of her snow-white skin would be exposed to the air.

This time, Xu Xing’s movements were noticeably more skilled. He swiftly removed her silk underwear, and the obstructive dress was silently pushed up to her waist. Zhao Ciqin’s legs were tense and pressed together, but the faint traces of moisture between them were still visible.

Xu Xing’s scorching gaze swept over every inch of her skin.

He said, “Open your legs a little.”

He didn’t forcefully pry her legs apart, but his gentle voice seemed to carry a magical power, coaxing Zhao Ciqin to follow his instructions step by step.

She involuntarily spread her legs slightly.

The warm, wet pinkness between her legs was gradually exposed to his view.

“Ah…”

Zhao Ciqin couldn’t help but curl her toes.

Because Xu Xing leaned down, his fingers gently pinching her petals, his calloused thumb cruelly pressing down—