Under the Cheongsam Skirt - Chapter 3

Xu Xing’s words sent an incredible tremor deep into Zhao Ciqin’s soul once again.

She remembered how, three months ago, he had asked her with the same rationality and gentleness if they could be together.

At that time, she had opened her mouth several times but didn’t know what to say, only instinctively wanting to step back, to refuse—

Hadn’t she tasted enough of the bitterness of loving someone?

Did she want to repeat the same mistakes?

But Xu Xing was completely different from her ex-husband, Mu Changfeng. Mu Changfeng loved no one, cold as a sharp blade. Even if he accidentally cut himself to the point of bleeding profusely the next second, he wouldn’t make a sound. Xu Xing, on the other hand, was rarely overly sharp.

He was more like a warm spring, perfectly enveloping her wounds without being so scalding as to hurt her.

At that time, Zhao Ciqin had tried her best to suppress the fear within her and met his gaze as steadily as she could. “I’ve loved someone deeply and painfully before, so I might not be able to give you much love.”

“Coincidentally,” Xu Xing showed no surprise, his face still gentle, “neither can I.”

After a moment of silence, Zhao Ciqin said, “I can’t have children.”

“I hate children the most.”

Xu Xing looked at her and smiled softly. “So we’re a perfect match, aren’t we? You don’t need to overthink it. Just try being with me like lovers, okay?”

So… should she try?

Zhao Ciqin looked at him, feeling her palms grow slightly damp.

Time seemed to stand still.

This was probably the longest stalemate they had experienced since they first met. Xu Xing’s breath hitched slightly, and just as he was about to say something, Zhao Ciqin suddenly leaned forward and gently hugged him.

Her soft lips brushed against the side of his neck. “Has anyone ever told you how charming you are when you try to comfort someone? You must have all the girls swooning over you.”

Zhao Ciqin felt Xu Xing’s breathing gradually grow more rapid.

One of his hands moved from below to cup her hip, lifting her body slightly, while the other hand gently grasped her chin as his lips pressed down on hers.

This kiss was noticeably different from the one they had shared earlier on the chair—more aggressive and urgent. Xu Xing’s tongue fully claimed her mouth, entwining with hers, and in a hurried motion, he guided her forward a few steps until her back was firmly against the wall.

“What about you?” Xu Xing didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath, his forehead resting against hers. His fingers trailed down the side of her qipao, undoing the last button before slipping inside. “Have you been charmed by me too?”

His rough fingertips pressed against her silk panties for a moment, then slipped in from the side, fully pressing against her soft petals, slowly rubbing with his fingertips. Zhao Ciqin’s body trembled from the friction. But she was not a naive girl who didn’t understand anything; after a small gasp, her hand reached out to unbutton Xu Xing’s trousers. The moment she grasped the hard object, she felt it swell slightly, the veins throbbing and pulsing, pressing against her palm, giving her a terrifying feeling of impending storm.

Even as desire clouded his features, Xu Xing still looked as composed and handsome as ever. His eyelids were slightly lowered, and there was an indescribable intensity between his brows.
He effortlessly pinned her hands against the wall behind her, his voice low and commanding. “Be good. Let me take care of you today.”

The next moment, Xu Xing lowered his head, his teeth gently tugging at the fabric button of her cheongsam near her neck. A glistening trail of saliva dampened the button as he slowly worked it loose—

“Mm…”

Zhao Ciqin gasped softly as her ni*ple was enveloped by the warmth of his mouth.