Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 287 Tongtong's Longing, Isn't It Just a Trial?

The door to the master bedroom closed behind them, isolating them from the slightest noise in the living room.

Li Yitong leaned against the cold door and let out a long sigh. The relaxed and sly look on her face vanished instantly, leaving only the weariness of the long flight and the burning heat fermented from months of longing.

She looked up at Jiang Qing, who was a few steps away. The warm yellow wall lamp outlined his tall and straight figure. His eyes, which always carried a gentle smile, were now fixed on her, and the surging emotions within them made her heart beat faster.

"Are you exhausted?"

Jiang Qingchao reached out her hand.

Li Yitong didn't say anything, but like a weary bird finally returning to its nest, she rushed into his arms, her forehead pressed heavily against his solid chest, and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, so tightly that it seemed as if she wanted to embed herself into him.

Beneath the soft fabric of the knitted dress lay her taut and vibrant body lines.

"Ah."

She buried her face in his chest and gave a muffled response, her voice slightly nasal.

"miss you."

Simple and straightforward, without any pretense.

Jiang Qing felt a scalding sensation in his heart. He tightened his arms around her and gently nuzzled the top of her head with his chin.

"I miss you as well."

His response was equally direct, his palm gently caressing her back, feeling the curves of her body rising and falling slightly with her breath through the thin fabric.

Li Yitong nestled in his arms for a while, as if she had absorbed enough energy, and then suddenly raised her head.

Those signature crescent-shaped eyes shone brightly in the dim light, their shimmering light hooking, showing no trace of weariness.

A sweet yet slightly mischievous smile curved her lips as she slid her hands up his waist and cupped his face in her hands.

"Jiang Qing."

She tiptoed, her warm breath brushing against his lips, her voice soft and sweet.

"Let me take a good look at you... have you lost weight?"

Her gaze, as if carrying a tangible touch, slid from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and then to his lips, filled with possessiveness.

Before Jiang Qing could answer, she had already tiptoed up to him.

It was no longer that declarative "kiss" in the living room just now, but a proactive one, carrying the longing accumulated over the past few months.

She exuded an irresistible gentleness, and even winked at him playfully.

Jiang Qing's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the arms around her waist tightened abruptly, pressing her even closer to him.

In their intertwining, there is a silent outpouring.

This time, it was a long and intense session, and when they parted, both of them were a little unsteady on their feet.

Li Yitong's cheeks flushed a beautiful blush, her crescent-shaped eyes glistened with tears, and she wore a triumphant smile.

Not content with that, she pressed her body close to him, leaned back slightly, creating a small distance, but her hands still encircled his neck.

"Look at your reaction."

She chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in her voice.

"Filming has been tough lately? You seem... a little weak?"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, glancing down meaningfully with her eyes.

Jiang Qing was aroused by her teasing and punished her by pinching her soft waist with his large hand.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know once you try it."

Li Yitong giggled, her body moving like a nimble fish, easily wriggling free from his grasp.

She took a step back, standing in the warm yellow light in the center of the bedroom, her crescent-shaped eyes looking at him with a cunning and alluring glint.

Jiang Qing looked up and sized up the mischievous older sister, wondering what she was up to this time.

Li Yitong didn't speak, but her body began to sway gently in a silent rhythm.

Her skills honed at the Beijing Dance Academy were on full display at this moment; it was as if she were performing an impromptu solo dance with only him as the audience.

With relaxed shoulders and neck, and a supple waist, every movement was fluid and full of tension.

The black knitted dress hugged her shapely figure, and as she danced with subtle yet graceful movements, the hem of the dress rippled with tiny waves.

She gently raised her hand, her fingertips slowly gliding across her collarbone, the movement slow and provocative, her eyes fixed on Jiang Qing, carrying a silent invitation and confidence in her graceful dance.

Jiang Qing leaned against the wall by the door, his gaze burning as he followed her graceful figure.

The confident and sexy charm she exudes as a mature woman, combined with her unique sweetness, creates a fatal attraction.

His Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't step forward to interrupt; he simply admired the moment she blossomed for him.

Seeing his focused gaze, Li Yitong became even bolder in her dance steps.

She twirled, her skirt billowing in a small arc, her long legs peeking out from the slit in the skirt.

She slowly approached him, but didn't let him touch her. She simply ran her fingertips lightly across his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken through the fabric of his shirt.

"Does it look good?"

She stopped what she was doing, slightly out of breath, and asked, her voice hoarse from the exertion.

She seemed to be enveloped in a captivating halo, exuding confidence and allure.

"nice."

Jiang Qing reached out, wanting to pull her back into his arms.

Li Yitong deftly avoided his hand, then pressed herself against him again, wrapping her arms around his neck, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her crescent-shaped eyes.

"So...who's prettier, me or Mengmeng?"

Jiang Qing chuckled, knowing she was teasing her again, and leaned down to peck her lips.

"You look your best right now."

He gave a vague answer.

Li Yitong clearly wasn't planning to let him off easily.

She leaned back slightly, creating some distance between them. Her crescent-shaped eyes curved like the new moon in the sky, but the light within them carried a hint of wickedness.

She leaned close to his ear, her warm breath tickling his earlobe like a feather gently caressing him.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang..."

Her voice was extremely low, possessing a bewitching magic.

"Didn't Mengmeng look so pitiful and wronged in the living room just now? It was quite endearing, wasn't it?"

She paused deliberately, sensing Jiang Qing's body stiffen momentarily, before slowly continuing, her breath sweet as orchids.

"What do you think... should we do something kind and invite her in to play together? Hmm?... Wouldn't that be more interesting?"

Her voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a hook-like allure and a clear hint of probing.

This sentence is like a key, unlocking a Pandora's box.

Jiang Qing's mind was filled with uncontrollable images of Meng Ziyi's tearful accusations, her puffed-up cheeks, and her aggrieved expression, as well as her alluring figure in that white low-cut dress that accentuated her curves.

A sudden surge of unfamiliar heat rushed into his heart, making him gasp for breath, and his arms around Li Yitong's waist tightened involuntarily.

Li Yitong clearly felt his stiffness for that instant.

She looked up, her crescent-shaped eyes widening with a smile that held a cunning shrewdness that seemed to see through everything, and a hint of barely perceptible danger. She deliberately poked his heaving chest with her fingertip.

"Tsk, your heart is beating so fast? It seems... President Jiang is tempted? Men really are all the same!"

Jiang Qing's thoughts were exposed, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, but it was quickly covered by a deeper desire.

He suddenly lowered his head and covered her lips, which were trembling with a wicked smile, silencing any further, potentially offensive, words she might say.

All restraint crumbled at this moment. He took the initiative, picked her up horizontally, and strode towards the large bed.

Her voice was like a lazy cat's, each syllable tugging at Jiang Qing's taut nerves.

Jiang Qing also completely abandoned her usual gentle and composed demeanor, revealing a strong side.

The only sound in the room was increasingly rapid breathing, as if the air itself had been ignited.

After an unknown amount of time, everything finally returned to calm.

Li Yitong seemed to have lost all her strength, lying limply on Jiang Qing's chest, her cheek pressed against his violently heaving heart, humming softly.

Jiang Qing's arms encircled her smooth back, gently stroking it to calm their breathing.

In the stillness, those stirring words from before resurfaced in Li Yitong's mind.

With her eyes closed, she unconsciously traced circles on Jiang Qing's chest with her fingertips, her voice languid and hoarse.

"Hey……"

"Ok?"

Jiang Qing responded with her eyes closed.

"You've just……"

Li Yitong looked up, her crescent-shaped eyes sparkling in the dim light as she gazed at him with a hint of reproach.

"When I told you to call Mengmeng in... your heart was pounding like a drum... Humph, you greedy devil!"

As she spoke, she poked him hard with her fingertip to express her dissatisfaction.

Jiang Qing stiffened slightly. His secret flutter had been exposed, and he felt a little embarrassed. He simply closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, tightening his arms around her and burying his face in her sweaty neck.

"I'm tired, go to sleep."

He tried to get away with it.

Li Yitong was both annoyed and amused by his refusal to admit his mistake, but her body was indeed exhausted and weak.

She snorted but didn't pursue the matter further. She snuggled back into his arms, adjusted to a comfortable position, and mumbled something.

"A greedy little man..."

His voice gradually softened, and his breathing quickly became even and long.

Listening to the gradually steady breathing of the person in her arms, Jiang Qing slowly opened her eyes.

He was wide awake in the darkness.

Li Yitong's comment about a "greedy ghost" was like a pebble thrown into a lake, and the ripples it created not only didn't subside, but instead expanded in circles.

Her scolding was more like a disguised form of indulgence, unknowingly igniting a hidden flame in his heart that she had already stirred up.

He couldn't help but see Meng Ziyi in that eye-catching white dress, looking both aggrieved and alluring.

An inexplicable impulse was amplified infinitely in the quiet of the night.

Li Yitong was fast asleep, her body softly nestled against him. Jiang Qing carefully pulled his arm away from her pillow, and very quietly lifted the covers to get out of bed, his bare feet stepping silently onto the soft carpet.

He glanced back at Li Yitong, who was fast asleep on the bed. She was sleeping soundly, her breathing steady and long.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the complex emotions surging within him, he gently turned the doorknob of the master bedroom.

Only a few dim nightlights were left on in the living room, casting a hazy glow.

Jiang Qing's gaze locked onto the slender figure next to the central island almost instantly.

Meng Ziyi was indeed still awake.

She was facing away from the master bedroom, wearing the low-cut white dress she wore that evening, and standing barefoot on the floor tiles.

Her long, jet-black hair was loose and flowed smoothly down her back.

She leaned slightly forward, holding a glass in her hand, and was taking small sips of water.

The warm yellow night light outlined her smooth shoulder and back lines, and the low-cut design exposed a large area of ​​her snow-white skin to the air. Her waist was slender, and her calves under the skirt were straight and beautiful.

She clearly couldn't sleep either; her movements were slow and preoccupied with her thoughts. In the dim light, she resembled a night-blooming cereus radiating a hazy glow, fragile yet unconsciously sensual.

That's exactly what happened.

Meng Ziyi's mind was filled with the soft sound of the master bedroom door closing and Li Yitong's smug and cunning smile.

Her heart felt like a jumbled mess, filled with bitterness, grievance, and resentment, making her restless and uneasy.

I came out for a drink of water just to get some fresh air and calm my racing mind.

She was completely unaware that someone was approaching from behind.

After drinking most of the water in the glass, she put down the glass, sighed softly, and turned to return to the guest room.

As soon as he turned around, he froze on the spot.

Jiang Qing had silently walked up behind her without her noticing, so close that she could almost feel the still-hot breath emanating from him, and... a trace of Li Yitong's fragrance.

"what!"

Meng Ziyi let out a short cry of surprise, nearly dropping the glass from her hand, her heart pounding wildly.

"You...why did you come out?"

Her voice trembled with shock, and her eyes, wide open in the dim light, were filled with astonishment and panic.

He should be with Li Yitong... how come he's here?

Jiang Qing didn't say anything.

His gaze fell heavily on her face, and the emotions churning within were more complex than Meng Ziyi had ever seen before.

The scent of her perfume mingled with the scent of Li Yitong clinging to him, creating a strange and ambiguous atmosphere.

From Jiang Qing's perspective, her slightly parted red lips, in the dim light, looked like an enticing fruit.

All reason and restraint completely collapsed after Li Yitong fell asleep, when he was alone facing this beautiful but foolish woman in a seductive white dress who couldn't sleep at night.

Jiang Qing felt a rush of blood to his head. He suddenly bent down and, in the instant before Meng Ziyi could react and her mind went blank, accurately caught that splash of red.

"Hmm~"

Meng Ziyi's eyes widened instantly, and her body stiffened like a stone.

The scent emanating from Jiang Qing, mixed with Li Yitong's fragrance, was assaulting her senses along with him.

She instinctively wanted to push him away.

His mind raced with shock and rage. How could he do this? Tongtong is still inside! He was just with Tongtong…

However, Jiang Qing's arms wrapped tightly around her waist like iron hoops, pressing her forcefully against himself.

He aggressively conquered cities and territories.

The familiar yet unfamiliar aura, mixed with domineering and forceful actions, instantly shattered Meng Ziyi's weak will to resist, like an electric current.

The hand that was pushing him away pressed against his chest, but the force gradually weakened.

The resentment and bitterness of being "ostracized" just now transformed into an indescribable surge of emotion.

Her instincts betrayed her reason, and after an initial stiffness, she began to respond clumsily.

Her arms involuntarily climbed up his neck, she tilted her head back, accepting and responding to him, a soft sob escaping her throat, one that she herself was unaware of.

Only when they were both panting did Jiang Qing step back slightly, their foreheads touching.

He looked at Meng Ziyi in his arms, her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly swollen. Her dazed and confused appearance, completely devoid of any thought, ignited the flame of greed in his heart.

Without further hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Meng Ziyi gasp briefly, instinctively hugging his neck tightly, her large, hazy eyes still filled with tears and confusion.

"Jiang Qing... what... what are you doing? Where are you going? Put me down... Tongtong..."

Her protest was weak and ineffective.

Ignoring her incoherent rejection, Jiang Qing picked her up and strode toward the closed master bedroom door.

His goal was clear and bold.

The door opened, and the master bedroom was quiet, with only Li Yitong's even breathing.

Jiang Qing carried Meng Ziyi to the bedside and, without pausing, gently placed her next to the sleeping Li Yitong.

The mattress sags slightly.

When Meng Ziyi touched another warm and soft body, and felt the lingering scent between the beds, she instantly shuddered and became fully awake!
She looked in horror at Li Yitong, who was fast asleep beside her, and then at Jiang Qing, who was standing by the bed with deep eyes looking at her. A huge fear instantly enveloped her!
"No! Jiang Qing, you're crazy!"

Her voice was extremely low and filled with terror as she frantically tried to get up and escape this horrible place.

God!

What was she doing just now?
How could she respond to him?

Now he's even been placed next to Tongtong!
This is so shameful!

too crazy!

However, just as she propped herself up halfway, Jiang Qing leaned down and pressed down on her, silencing all her protests once again.

This time, with undeniable dominance, he easily subdued her feeble struggles with his large hand.

He pressed her back onto the soft bed, his body pressed close to hers, trapping her between himself and the sleeping Li Yitong.

The noise from the bed eventually disturbed Li Yitong, who was a light sleeper.

She first frowned, grumbled in dissatisfaction, and turned over.

However, when her arm instinctively reached to the side and touched another warm and unfamiliar body, she suddenly opened her eyes!
In the dim light, she saw that Jiang Qing was not alone beside her, and the other person... was actually Meng Ziyi!
She was still wearing that glaring white low-cut dress, her hair disheveled, and she was being held down by Jiang Qing.

In an instant, Li Yitong's sleepiness vanished without a trace!
She sat up almost screaming.

"Jiang Qing! Meng Ziyi! What are you two doing?!"

Her voice, sharp with shock, abruptly shattered the silence of the bedroom.

Jiang Qing paused, then looked up at her.

Meng Ziyi was so frightened that she was scared out of her wits. Her face turned ashen, and she pushed Jiang Qing away and tried to run away, muttering incoherently.

"Tongtong! No...it's...it's him..."

Li Yitong was trembling with anger, her crescent-shaped eyes wide with disbelief.

She was just teasing Jiang Qing, but she didn't expect him to actually dare to do it!
shameless!

Li Yitong threw off the covers and tried to jump out of bed to escape.

"You...you are going too far!"

She felt it was all so absurd!
However, the moment her foot touched the carpet, her wrist was gripped tightly by a large hand!
Jiang Qing had somehow stepped over from Meng Ziyi and pulled her back!
His strength was astonishing. Li Yitong stumbled and fell back onto the bed, landing right in his arms.

"let me go!"

Li Yitong struggled fiercely, pounding her fists on his arms that were holding her captive, trying to pry them off, but to no avail.

Jiang Qing hugged her even tighter, and with his other arm outstretched, he pulled Meng Ziyi, who was already stunned and trying to sneak away, into his arms as well!

"Jiang Qing! You're insane!"

Li Yitong was both shocked and furious, and her voice cracked.

"You are crazy!"

Meng Ziyi patted him, but her strength was negligible.

Jiang Qing looked down at the two people in her arms, her eyes shining brightly in the dim light.

His voice was deep and hoarse, with a seductive quality.

"do not move."

He tightened his arms and pressed them towards himself.

"Aren't you just curious?"

He stared intently at Li Yitong, who was frozen in his arms, then glanced at Meng Ziyi, who was trembling beside him, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

"Now...we can give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave them no chance to react or protest, and lowered his head to cover Li Yitong, who was closest to him, once again.

At the same time, his hand around Meng Ziyi's waist pulled her towards him with an irresistible force.

"You~!"

Li Yitong's protest was swallowed back down, turning into a muffled sob.

Her hands, which were pounding his back, gradually softened under his force.

"No...no...Jiang Qing, I bit someone! My teeth are very sharp! I have canine teeth!"

"Yes! Tongtong is right, Jiang Qing, let us go now, or I'll... I'll make you regret it! I'll bite you! I'll pull your hair! I'll scratch your face!"

Meng Ziyi was so frightened that she shrank back, uttering weak warnings incessantly.

She futilely pushed away his large hand, wanting to run away in fear, yet strangely unable to move her feet.

Li Yitong's anger was gradually replaced by a strange, unprecedented feeling under Jiang Qing's relentless offensive and Meng Ziyi's terrified yet pitiful foolish appearance.

Meng Ziyi's fear was swept into a vortex by Jiang Qing's undeniable power, leaving it utterly undisturbed.

As the night deepened, the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows flowed silently.

Everything eventually melted into the boundless darkness.

(End of this chapter)