Chapter 895: Reunion is Sweeter Than a Wedding

Chapter 895: Chapter 895: Reunion is Sweeter Than a Wedding

Kong Lingwen raised her head, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears, "Promise me, you must find the antidote, nothing can happen."

"I promise you, now you promise me one thing, let me take good care of you."

Saying that, Yang Cheng bent down to kiss her lips.

Kong Lingwen closed her eyes, responding to his kiss, her hands climbing onto his neck, her soft body pressing close.

Yang Cheng’s large hands wandered over her body, feeling the delicate texture and warmth of her skin through the thin fabric.

Their breathing gradually became rapid, as if the room’s temperature had risen a few degrees.

"Yang Cheng..."

Kong Lingwen moved away from his lips, her eyes shimmering and voice hoarse yet alluring, "Take me."

Yang Cheng swept her up sideways, gently placing her on the bed.

The bed was soft, the sheets pure white like snow, with Kong Lingwen lying on them, her black long hair spread out, making her skin appear even fairer, like a blooming lily.

Yang Cheng leaned over and pressed against her, kissing her lips, his large hands smoothly removing her clothes, caressing her tender skin, as desire gradually swept over him.

"Hmm... Yang Cheng... quickly give it to me..."

Kong Lingwen’s voice was sweet, with a hint of urgency, her legs wrapped around his waist, her body twisting like a water snake.

Their brief separation felt better than newlyweds, Yang Cheng was somewhat impatient, feeling moisture on his hand, he didn’t hesitate anymore and quickly entered.

"Ah..."

Kong Lingwen let out a satisfied moan, her body arching slightly.

In the next moment, Yang Cheng began to move slowly, initially very gentle, as if testing her tolerance.

Kong Lingwen gently swayed to his rhythm, her moans spilling out like a kitten’s, entering Yang Cheng’s ears, stronger than any aphrodisiac.

"Honey, faster... a little faster..."

"Little minx, so eager, tonight even if you wanted slow you won’t get a chance."

With those words, Yang Cheng suddenly increased his speed, with each thrust reaching deeply, hitting the softest part of her body.

Kong Lingwen felt waves of numb pleasure overwhelm her, her body trembling uncontrollably, screaming as she reached the peak.

Her body turned into a puddle, panting heavily, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and puzzlement, she hadn’t expected to be so eager after just a few days apart.

Clearly, they had only just started, yet within less than two minutes, she surrendered completely.

"Ha..."

Yang Cheng couldn’t help but laugh lightly, his eyes full of teasing.

Seeing his expression, Kong Lingwen’s cheeks immediately flushed, glaring at him displeased, "You’re laughing at me, aren’t you too fierce, each time going so deep!"

"I was always like this before, you didn’t reach so quickly back then. If I’m not around later, you can entertain yourself, don’t hold it in too much."

As Yang Cheng spoke, he attacked fiercely, leaving Kong Lingwen’s breath faltering.

"Annoying!"

Kong Lingwen pouted, reaching out to pinch his waist.

"Hiss..."

He sharply inhaled, feeling a wave of pleasure from his waist spreading through his body, even making his scalp tingle.

"Wife, your pinch is not weak, don’t you know the waist shouldn’t be touched randomly?"

"You deserve it, who told you to laugh at me."

Kong Lingwen continued to criticize intermittently, but soon she couldn’t speak anymore, as Yang Cheng didn’t give her a chance, directly grabbing her waist and starting a wild sprint.

"Ah ah... too fast... can’t stand it!"

"Honey, I was wrong... let me go!"

Throughout the night, Kong Lingwen kept begging for mercy, but Yang Cheng relentlessly kept up the assault.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, Cheng Ruonan was lying in bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep, her mind constantly filled with the image of Yang Cheng’s pale face.

"Can’t sleep?"

Cheng Qiyue’s voice came from beside her.

Cheng Ruonan turned over, looking at her sister, "Sis, I’m worried about Yang Cheng, will he be okay."

After a moment of silence, Cheng Qiyue said softly, "He will be fine, he is so strong, he will definitely find the antidote."

"But Feng Jiuge said, he can only hold on for a month at most."

Cheng Ruonan bit her lip, her beautiful eyes full of worry.

"We have to trust him, there’s nothing he can’t do, besides, listen to the sounds from next door, making such a commotion, it doesn’t seem like he’s unwell."

Cheng Qiyue said helplessly.

Just then, a burst of a woman’s seductive cries drifted from the next room, bone-tinglingly captivating, followed by a begging for mercy.

"They’ve been at it for so long, still so intense, weak in the body but still messing around, truly a passionate ghost."

Cheng Ruonan tut-tutted twice, her tone a bit sour.

"Are you worried about his health, or are you jealous?"

Cheng Qiyue looked at her, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Cheng Ruonan’s thoughts were exposed, her cheeks redder, "Of course I’m worried about his health, I wouldn’t be jealous of that rogue!"

"Really? But I smell a hint of jealousy."

"Sis!"

Cheng Qiyue laughed, reaching out to rub her head, speaking earnestly, "Ruonan, actually Yang Cheng really likes you, it’s just that you can’t be the only one in his heart, Kong Lingwen is his rightful wife, being close is normal."

"Since you choose to stay by his side, you must accept it all."

"I know, but I just feel uncomfortable inside."

Cheng Ruonan sighed.

Cheng Qiyue held her hand, saying softly, "Ruonan, you need to look at it openly, being able to stay by Yang Cheng’s side, being cared for by him, is already very good. He’s not a heartless person, the good he does for us, we remember in our hearts."

Cheng Ruonan was silent for a moment, then nodded, "You’re right, I’ve been too greedy."

"It’s not greed, it’s loving him too much."

Cheng Qiyue smiled, "Sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."

"Mm."

Cheng Ruonan closed her eyes, though the sounds from next door continued, drifting intermittently into her ears.

Yet in her mind, she couldn’t help but picture Yang Cheng, every time they’re in bed, his gaze was gentle, his body particularly hot and fiery.

Thinking of this, Cheng Ruonan’s body grew increasingly warm, unable to resist tightening her legs.

Until the early hours of morning, the noise from the room next door gradually quieted down.

Kong Lingwen lay exhausted, unable to move even her fingers, drenched in sweat, leaning against Yang Cheng, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, feeling immensely at ease.

The two embraced, gradually sinking into slumber.

...

By the morning, sunlight seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, Yang Cheng opened his eyes to find Kong Lingwen was no longer by his side.

He sat up, moved his body slightly, though still somewhat weak, but much better than yesterday, thus the True Qi within him would gradually recover.

After freshening up downstairs, the dining room was already full, the table laden with a sumptuous breakfast.