Chapter 159: Secretly Crossing the Chencang, Beautiful as a Fleeting Dream
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door from outside.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
The sound, transmitted through the wood and air into the room, was both abrupt and startling.
Lian Li’s spine stiffened, her heart feeling as if it had plummeted from the highest point of a roller coaster, skipping two beats in panic.
Where did that knocking sound come from? It was as terrifying as sound effects in a horror movie.
Jin Shi Yue sensed her tension, his actions suddenly intensifying, his desire for her seeming so strong that he would stop at nothing.
Because of his actions, Lian Li choked on her breath, biting her lower lip hard to hold back a cry.
Fine sweat beaded on her forehead, and she widened her eyes, looking at Jin Shi Yue with utter disbelief.
Outside the door, dim light spilled down, illuminating the dark blue and white patterned carpet that covered the corridor.
Jin Yan Ting stood before the door, a custom-made suit draped over his arm. His usually deep and calm eyes held a hint of worry, subtle yet present.
Lian Li seemed to have possessed an extremely strong tolerance and endurance since childhood. She never complained about discomfort or pain when sick or injured; if others hadn’t noticed, she wouldn’t have told them.
When she was young and with Lian Jingcheng, she felt her Father worked hard and didn’t want to worry him.
Later, with Jin Yan Ting, she felt she had already troubled him so much that she couldn’t add to his burdens.
Miss Lian, this young girl, was resilient and rational to an extraordinary degree, making people both love and hate her.
Jin Yan Ting raised his hand, his knuckles slender and perfect like jade fans, and knocked on the lounge door, calling out to her, “Xiao Li.”
Behind the door, the two were still somewhat tidily dressed. Faced with the unexpected situation, one seemed to hear nothing and became even more intense, while the other was tense, biting her lips tightly.
That “Xiao Li” was very clear, and there was no doubt who the voice belonged to.
Jin Yan Ting’s appearance.
It was unexpected.
Jin Shi Yue’s ferocity.
Even more unexpected.
Lian Li couldn’t help herself, a sweet whimper escaping her lips as she softly moaned.
“Shh, quiet,” Jin Shi Yue bit her fair jade earlobe. “Don’t make a sound, we’ll be discovered.”
Lian Li glared at him, her beautiful eyes becoming more lively, like a clear, shimmering pool, drawing one in.
She clenched her fists and beat Jin Shi Yue’s shoulders, her legs wrapped around his strong waist, not allowing him to move further.
Lian Li clung tightly, a sharp tingling sensation rising along Jin Shi Yue’s spine.
“What is it?” He looked deeply into her eyes with his dark pupils, his voice hoarse. “Do you want me to hide again?”
“Let me down first,” Lian Li’s voice was tinged with a sob, her volume lowered, making the crying sound even more apparent.
Her two slender legs were wrapped around his waist, and his large hands supported her legs and hips. They were intimately close, and he liked it this way.
Her legs and arms had to wrap around him, entwined around him like vines, while he continuously served her, nourished her, like symbiotic creatures, neither able to leave the other.
The man lowered his head, burying his face in her neck, motionless.
Lian Li softened and lightened her voice, calling him softly, “Jin Shi Yue…”
The end of her voice stretched slightly, sounding exactly like a plea.
Jin Shi Yue held both her wrists with one hand, raising them above her head and pressing them down. Her vision was dominated by him, her eyes unfocused.
“Do you think you can be seen like this?” He gazed at her like a fierce beast, his sharp eyes fixed on her. “Or do you think I would let anyone see you like this?”
Lian Li’s heart pounded like a drum, her thoughts in a whirl, her breath instinctively stopping.
She felt marked by a beast, his scent all over her, inside and out.
Receiving no response, the knocking from outside sounded again: “Xiao Li.”
Both the frequency of the knocking and the voice were more anxious than before.
And inside the room.
Jin Shi Yue forcefully tightened his grip around Lian Li’s waist, pressing her tightly against the door, and looking down to kiss her lips, he said in a deep, husky voice, “Tell him to get lost.”
Lian Li seemed to be in a contest, biting his nose bridge.
How could she speak? Her voice was already like this; if she opened her mouth, she would surely give herself away.
He was wicked, knowing she was trembling, yet he continued to be fierce, deep and heavy.
Lian Li’s hair swayed violently, her lips clenched, her ears buzzing, completely unable to hear the sounds from outside.
Countless glances met, separated only by a sliver of faint light.
They looked like a couple in love, the girl jumping into the man’s arms, holding him intimately, while the scenery hidden beneath her skirt was known only to each other.
Lian Li buried her face in his shoulder, her hands clutching his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders, trying to alleviate the unbearable stimulation.
Jin Shi Yue’s lips curved into a smile, becoming more ferocious. Each thrust felt like it was piercing directly into her heart, firmly embedding itself in her heart, never to leave.
Heat continued to generate and spread, enveloping the young couple.
The world could be destroyed, and they would madly disregard it.
Last year at Bai Hua Hotel, one was inside the door, and the other was outside.
And now, they were embracing inside the door, entwined.
Their secret affair was as beautiful as a fleeting dream.
…
In the corridor, Jin Yan Ting knocked several times without receiving any response, his brow furrowing.
He worried if something had happened to Lian Li.
“Where’s the key?” Jin Yan Ting said to the Manor Butler, then added, “Get a female staff member to come over.”
The Manor Butler was a man; if something had truly happened to Lian Li, it wouldn’t be appropriate to have a man handle it.
At that moment, a waiter seemed to arrive late. Seeing Jin Yan Ting’s expression from afar, he immediately panicked.
Mr. Jin’s oppressive aura was terrifying!
The Manor Butler bumped into the waiter and said sternly, “What’s with the rush? Be careful, and don’t offend any guests.”
The waiter stammered, “That Miss Lian…”
The Manor Butler immediately became anxious, “What’s wrong with Miss Lian?”
“Miss Lian asked me to give Mr. Jin a message.”
“You should have said so earlier, hurry up!”
The waiter, trembling, walked up to Jin Yan Ting, not daring to look up. He said with his head bowed, “Mr. Jin, Miss Lian asked me to tell you that she has a stomachache, took some medicine, and is feeling drowsy. She needs to rest for about twenty to thirty minutes and will come to find you later.”
Jin Yan Ting’s brow relaxed slightly, but it remained furrowed. “When did she take the medicine, and what medicine did she take?”
“Painkillers,” the attendant replied as instructed. “She just took them five minutes ago and has just fallen asleep. It’s not convenient to disturb her.”
Jin Yan Ting pondered. When he wasn’t speaking, his aura was even more powerful.
The attendant’s psychological defenses were on the verge of breaking.
Jin Yan Ting instructed, “When she wakes up, have a female doctor examine her.”
Attendant: “Yes.”
Manor Butler: “Yes.”
Jin Yan Ting glanced at the lounge door, then after a few seconds, moved away and walked back to the banquet hall.
His footsteps were completely absorbed by the thick carpet, making no sound.
Separated by a door.
Lian Li leaned on Jin Shi Yue’s shoulder, her head feeling dizzy, but her senses were incredibly sharp and intense. “You did that on purpose.”
Jin Shi Yue held her steadily, swaying his waist slightly as he walked further into the room, his voice hoarse and sexy, feigning ignorance. “Did I do what on purpose?”
Lian Li didn’t know where he got so much strength from, panting, “You did it on purpose.”
He had already made arrangements, yet he still wanted to tease her, making her tell Jin Yan Ting to leave.
He was just bad.
Jin Shi Yue pulled a wool blanket and spread it on the sofa, then gently placed her on it.
She and the blanket were both incredibly soft.
Lian Li thought it was over and lay flat on the sofa to rest, her slightly parted red lips easing the lingering sensations.
But in the next second, the man lunged down, his tall body completely enveloping her.
Jin Shi Yue looked down at her and commanded, “Lian Li, you’re not allowed to die until you’re a hundred years old.”
“Is that something I can control?” Lian Li thought he was too domineering, even controlling her lifespan. Wasn’t that the job of the King of Hell?
Oh, he seemed to be the King of Hell in the human world.
Jin Shi Yue’s fingers slid under her skirt, pulling down the bothersome cotton fabric. Having just finished one round, he was no longer as urgent as before, his movements slow and deliberate.
“Why can’t you?” he retorted, his tone arrogant and presumptuous.
What if Jin Yan Ting had taken care of her for nine years? He would take care of her for eighty years.
From the moment Lian Li pushed open Jin Shi Yue’s door at Dong Tan Yi Hao Mountain Villa, Jin Shi Yue was her destiny.
Since she had made her choice, she could never return to her original life.
Even if Jin Shi Yue died, he would fuse their souls together, never to be separated.
Not to mention, he was still alive now.
He couldn’t let her be with anyone else.
Her skirt piled up at her waist again. Lian Li didn’t stop Jin Shi Yue’s actions. As he leaned down, she raised her hands and, with a muffled groan, hugged his neck.
