CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 75: SATISFIED?

Sang Yu lay on Jiang Jingming’s bed; the quilt and pillow were filled with the man’s scent.

This scent wasn’t unpleasant; instead, it made her feel extremely secure.

How did she end up here?

One hour ago

"Jiang Jingming, you kicked down my room door. Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?" Sang Yu stood in front of Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming gave her a half-smile, "Isn’t there another room in the house?"

"Where?" She remembered the other rooms hadn’t been cleaned.

They shouldn’t be fit for sleeping.

Jiang Jingming stood up, closed the distance with Sang Yu, leaned down, and whispered softly in her ear, "My room."

Sang Yu stepped back two paces, "That’s your room."

"Soon it’ll be our room. Getting used to it earlier wouldn’t hurt," Jiang Jingming said.

Though he said that, wasn’t this too sudden?

"Why don’t you sleep in the living room and take your quilt with you?" Sang Yu said.

Feeling a bit hurt, Jiang Jingming said, "I’m too tall; I don’t think I’ll fit on this sofa."

Sang Yu looked at the sofa, then at Jiang Jingming.

Okay, he did have a point.

Jiang Jingming raised an eyebrow, "Are you afraid to sleep with me?"

Sang Yu’s hair stood on end, "Who’s afraid? I can sleep there. It’s not like I haven’t slept with you before."

So after taking a bath, she ended up here.

Thinking back, Sang Yu realized she might have acted a bit impulsively just now.

What’s wrong with being afraid? Can’t I be afraid? Why did I have to respond so quickly?

And now, we’re sleeping together. Knowing neither of us have pure thoughts, sleeping together is just testing human nature, isn’t it?

Though she’s currently on her period and can’t really do anything.

Just as she was lost in thought.

The door opened; it was Jiang Jingming returning from his shower.

Upon entering, he saw Sang Yu’s back facing him and smiled slightly.

"I’m going to turn off the light," Jiang Jingming said.

Sang Yu didn’t respond, pretending to be asleep.

Jiang Jingming raised his eyebrows, reached up, and turned off the light.

The room dimmed all at once.

Although it’s not the first time sleeping together, this time feels different from the last.

Sang Yu stayed motionless, yet she felt her heart pounding violently, almost as if it was about to burst out.

She covered her heart, afraid it might beat too loudly for Jiang Jingming to hear.

After a little while, the bed shifted; she clearly felt the other side of the bed sink.

The man lay down; she tightly shut her eyes and tried to calm down.

Suddenly, the man beside her spoke up; in the dim room, his voice was exceptionally clear.

"Does your stomach still hurt?"

Sang Yu forgot she was pretending to be asleep and instinctively replied, "A little."

Maybe the original owner’s body was too weak as she still felt her stomach bloating and faintly aching.

But she could endure it.

A large hand suddenly covered her stomach, causing Sang Yu’s body to tense up and her eyes to widen instantly.

Her back was pressed tightly against the man’s; his scorching body heat was impossible for her to ignore.

Jiang Jingming spoke again, this time right by her ear, "I heard the doctor say men’s body temperature is higher; massaging your stomach will make you feel a bit better."

Sang Yu’s ear felt itchy; she retracted her neck and said, "Mm."

The man’s heartbeat seemed to be intense too, she could feel it even against her back.

She dared not move, for her heartbeat was also very intense.

Jiang Jingming seemed to sense her emotions, seeing she didn’t reject his proximity, his lips unconsciously curled up.

His gaze was even kinder than the moonlight outside.

His heart was filled with a sense of contentment.

The man’s palm was indeed warm, and the pressure was just right; she genuinely felt much more comfortable.

Slowly, her whole body started to relax, and she couldn’t help but yawn.

Jiang Jingming asked, "Sleepy?"

Sang Yu felt a bit embarrassed, "Mm, a bit sleepy."

"Then sleep," Jiang Jingming’s hand didn’t stop moving.

"I feel much better," Sang Yu said.

Jiang Jingming replied, "It’s okay, I’ll massage you for a while longer. You sleep first."

Since he insisted, Sang Yu didn’t say much more; and she saw it as his chance to show off.

Fatigue and sleepiness from her period gradually washed over her.

Coupled with the comfort her stomach felt, she fell asleep quickly.

The shallow breathing of the woman beside him was steady and calming.

In the darkness, Jiang Jingming looked at the woman’s peaceful features, his love spilling over like a river.

His hand stayed there, gently massaging her stomach, closing his eyes, he gradually fell asleep too.

When they woke up the next morning, Sang Yu was still nestled in his embrace, sleeping peacefully.

Yet, they were in a face-to-face position.

Just a tiny move forward and he would be able to kiss those red lips.

The girl in his arms, eyes tightly shut, seemed so sweetly asleep.

Jiang Jingming raised his hand to look at his watch, it was only six in the morning.

As per his usual routine, he would be up by now, but at that moment, he didn’t feel like getting up.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Sang Yu’s forehead, closed his eyes, and dozed off again.

Sang Yu felt this was the best sleep during her period she had ever had.

Opening her eyes abruptly, a handsome face suddenly appeared in front of her, catching her off guard.

The man’s sensuous Adam’s apple was less than five centimeters away from her.

Wasn’t she facing away from him last night? How did they end up like this by morning?

His hand remained on her waist; now what should she do?

Should she get up? Or continue to pretend to be asleep?

Or maybe she should get up.

She slowly shifted herself, while Jiang Jingming was still asleep, moving inch by inch.

Just as she was about to wriggle out, Jiang Jingming unexpectedly woke up.

His hand on her waist tightened, holding her firmly.

"Don’t move."

The man’s voice, deep and husky from sleep, carried a captivating charm.

Sang Yu froze immediately, because she... (Can you imagine? Just picture it, really not that... but for the sake of passing, let’s just use...)

And her entire body snuggled into the man’s embrace.

Her face turned crimson immediately.

She gingerly moved a little.

The man’s voice turned even huskier, "Don’t move, be good, listen."

She dared not budge!

This time she truly didn’t dare to move.

Early in the morning, a spark igniting the situation would be a disaster.

She tried to keep her body as still as possible, unmoving.

Feeling the stiffness in the body in his arms, Jiang Jingming couldn’t help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" Sang Yu asked.

Jiang Jingming buried his head in Sang Yu’s neck, his warm breath brushed against her skin, slightly tickling.

"Satisfied?"

!!!!!!

Sang Yu: What are you saying? Do you even hear what you’re saying?

Satisfied with what? Satisfied with whom?

Who taught you to speak like this!