There's no need for her to be reserved in front of a man who would roll up his sleeves and make soup for her.

  Song Yu's gaze involuntarily fell on his sturdy and straight back, knowing how good the muscles under his shirt looked, what he wanted to do most at this moment was to go up and strip off his shirt.

  Song Yu shook her head, her face burning with shame, she had truly become a notorious female rascal, it must be the result of staying with Qi Chengzhi for too long.

  But she still couldn't control her legs and ended up behind him.

  She gently pressed against him, her soft hands rubbing from his waist to his lower abdomen, and slightly lower, in a sensitive position that was neither up nor down, neither directly touching nor leaving, feeling Qi Cheng's obvious tension, she playfully pinched him lightly.

  Who made it always him causing trouble every time?

  "Aren't you tired?" Zhi didn't turn his head back, even if he did, he wouldn't be able to see her, she was much shorter than him, and now her face was pressed against the muscular back of his, he could still feel the softness under her clothes, which made his heart flutter.

  His voice was tense and hoarse, with a hint of hatred, this girl took advantage of his current situation to make trouble for him.

  "I want to come over and see what you look like when you're cooking." Song Yu stuck her cheek against his, very smoothly, like a kitten rubbing against his back twice. "Besides, it's always you who sticks to me from behind when I'm cooking, I also want to try this feeling."

  "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice a few degrees hoarser, lowering his head, his gaze falling on her hand resting on his lower abdomen, really couldn't bear her hanging like this, so he simply pulled her down a few inches and stuffed her small hand into his pants.

  Song Yu didn't dodge either, and just placed it there openly, even pinching it a little.

  Zi Chengzi took a deep breath and regretted pulling her hand in.

  Song Yu tightened his arms around her waist, "It feels great, I want to stay like this forever."

  Chi Cheng's body suddenly stopped, he turned around abruptly, Song Yu was caught off guard, and was grasped by the waist. Then his body was wrapped in a spin, when it stabilized, she was already sitting on the desk, her waist still being held by him. He leaned in close to her, squeezed between her legs, and quickly pressed his lips onto hers.

  "You're getting more and more shameless now." He pressed his lips against hers, his hand gripping her wrist, still keeping her hand stuck in his pants.

  Song Yu's face turned red from his teasing, but at this moment she didn't know what got into her, and instead of retreating with her usual thin skin, she took a deep breath and proactively kissed him deeply.

  She always felt that a man who was willing to roll up his sleeves and cook for her didn't require her to be reserved in front of him.

  At the moment she saw him pick up the pot shovel for her, she especially wanted to kiss him and do anything she could for him. Even if it was something she couldn't do, she would try her best to do it.

  Zi Cheng didn't expect her to be so proactive, and in his surprise, he almost lost control.

  He held his breath, pulled out her hand, tore off her pants, and pressed against her waist, barely saving a bit of face.

  Song Yu raised her hands and grasped him tightly, watching as he continuously ground against her.

  Until she was drenched and clinging to him, his shirt was also soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin. He simply took off his shirt and casually threw it on the ground. Her forehead, beaded with fine sweat, was intimately pressed against his sweaty chest.

  Song Yu had always disliked the smell of men's sweat, because in this line of work, she often had to run to construction sites and interact with construction workers.

  In the winter it's okay, but in the summer they all give off a strong body odor mixed with what seems to be smoke smell that has penetrated into their skin and can't be washed away. The combination of the two is really foul-smelling.

  Additionally, when squeezing onto buses and subways, she often catches a whiff of similar smells, not as pungent but still enough to make her wrinkle her brow and hold her breath.

  But at this time, the sweat smell emitted from Qi Cheng's body was slightly salty, but not unpleasant, mixed with his refreshing fragrance, it was actually quite masculine.

  Her lips stuck to the sweat beads on his skin, and she licked her lips, salty, but it felt great.

  "What smell?" Song Yu suddenly stopped, wrinkling his nose and sniffing, "How is there a sticky smell?"

  "I had forgotten, and the dish was still being stir-fried!" She messed him up like this, he forgot what he was doing in the first place. This time, when he turned his head around, the chicken meat in the pot next to him was all charred, dry and lost its moisture.

  "You're making trouble." He said helplessly, as if scolding a mischievous daughter, wanting to get angry but couldn't bear to, and simply pinched her.

  Then, he picked her up from the case table again.

  If Song Yu was tired just now, she could still walk a few steps, but now she really can't take another step, and her butt is numb from being pinched by the edge of the table.

  Zi Cheng then put her on the chair in front of the bar, let her sit down, helped her tidy up her clothes, and used a paper towel to help her clean up before going back to look at his own dishes.

  "Just eat it as it is." Song Yu said behind him, with one hand supporting his cheek, looking at Qi Cheng's tall figure without a shirt on, without the obstruction of an undershirt, this time his pants were loose and sagging down to his crotch, he didn't even zip up, let alone button up, his long pants seemed like they would fall off from his narrow waist at any moment.

  Song Yu even swallowed his saliva, and as he moved, his pants also swayed in the crotch, she wished that those pants would fall down immediately.

  Zi Chengzhi didn't know what he was studying in front of the pot, and after a while, he asked: "Where's your phone?"

  "In the living room." Song Yu said, and then saw Qi Chengzhi go to the living room. Before long, he came back with her mobile phone.

  "Take a photo and post it on WeChat Moments, saying that your man is cooking for you." Qi Chengzhi handed his phone to Song Yu.

  From Song Yu's perspective, the camera is just his back view, and he can't see the dishes being ruined in the pot. Even if he sends them out to others, they won't know the truth either.

  "......" Song Yu was speechless for a while before saying, "You always post on WeChat to show off your friends, it's also a kind of sickness, you need to get treated, do you know that?"

  "......" Qi Cheng squinted at her, turned around without a word, held the pot with his left hand and the scoop with his right, posed, and said, "Quickly take a picture of me."

  Song Yu could only silently pick up his phone and take a photo of him, without knowing what was wrong with him.

  Zi Chengzhi walked over and sat down beside her, his long arm wrapping around her shoulders, because he wasn't wearing an undershirt, he was exposing his chest. Although they had just been so intimate, Song Yu still felt a little shy this time.

  Looking at her rosy face, Qi Cheng couldn't help but kiss her cheek several times. He really didn't understand why she blushed so easily.

  However, he was delighted because his face turned red due to being close to her.

  "Take it and send it out." Qi Cheng urged.

  "No." Song Yu bluntly refused, glanced at him and didn't want to be misunderstood, so he actively explained, "This photo of yours is too revealing, look here, your buttocks are almost exposed, you can see the crack, send it out and let a bunch of women drool?"

  Yu Kuo-yao still hasn't been resolved yet!

  Qī Chéng zhī yī shuāng hēi móu yōu yōu de kàn zhe tā, shēn suì de hēi móu lǐ shǎn dòng zhe yú yuè.

  English Translation:

  Qi Cheng gazed at her with a pair of deep and dark eyes, the depths of which sparkled with delight.

  His gaze was so captivating that even the beautiful Song Yu couldn't look away. Unexpectedly, he didn't persist, but instead leaned in and gave her a forceful "smack" on the lips, saying "I'll cook another dish, I guarantee it won't be overcooked."

  Chi Cheng still hadn't buckled his belt, but he had fastened the buttons, and his pants hung at his waist, this time only revealing his tight and solid waist, making people want to pinch the firm muscles on top.

  Watching him cook with his back to her, stirring the wok busily, the muscles on his shoulder blades appeared and disappeared from time to time.

  Song Yu quietly picked up her phone and took a photo of the scene at that time, but she didn't post it on WeChat Moments, only keeping it on her own phone.

  "How can you cook?" Song Yu propped up her cheek, somewhat curious, "Being in the Qi family, you shouldn't have many opportunities to do it yourself, right?"

  "When I was in college, I got tired of the taste outside and occasionally cooked for myself." Qi Chengzhi scooped out the mustard greens and put them in front of Song Yu, anyway, it's just the two of them, eating together at the bar is pretty good.

  Song Yu looked at his movements, with the long fingers holding the plate, she couldn't help but think that when he was in college, was he also as mature and steady as he is now.

  Women generally like this kind of mature and steady type of man. If he was already like that in college, how many girls must have had a crush on him?

  In college, most boys were playing games and chasing girls, what was Qi Cheng doing?

  Thinking of him in college, she was still in elementary school, this feeling is wonderful and strange.

  But at that time, he should also have a girlfriend by his side, right?

  She was still naive and ignorant when he had already fallen in love, thinking of his youthful years full of vigor and passion, with a completely different charm now, but all were seen by other women, blooming for other women, she felt a little uncomfortable, her heart feeling suffocated.

  The kind of helpless regret you felt when I was born and you were not, is probably what she's feeling right now.

  She strongly hopes that if she were the same age as him, his youthfulness, immaturity, recklessness and passion would be accompanied by her current maturity, stability, elegance and refinement, and they could experience everything together.

  At every stage of his life, she wanted to write down a stroke.

  "What's wrong?" asked Qi Chengzhi as he saw Song Yu staring blankly.

  He sat close to her, sitting side by side at the bar, and as Song Yu looked up at him like this, his bony hands covered the back of her neck, with the warmth from the plate still on his fingertips.

  Song Yu leaned against her cheek, somewhat curious and also a little regretful, asking: "What was your university like?"

  Qī Chéngzhī glanced at her, didn't say a word. Sòng Yǔ thought she hadn't asked carefully enough, so she asked again: "When I was in college, the boys were all playing games and chasing after schoolgirls, what did you do?"

  Zi Cheng looked at her deeply and smiled strangely.

  "What's wrong?" Song Yu was made uncomfortable by his smile and subconsciously touched her face.

  "Want to know how many girlfriends I had in college?" He raised an eyebrow and smiled at her.

  Song Yu felt that he was smiling a bit too complacently, his face red with embarrassment, not saying a word, picked up his chopsticks and took a small bite of the mustard greens.

  She indeed had this idea in her heart, and it was also possible that she had never been in love before and didn't know how to make subtle hints without being obvious. Or maybe Qi Chengzhi was just too clever, no matter how hard she tried to drop hints, he would always discover them.

  It's really embarrassing to be exposed by Qi Chengzhi like this all of a sudden.

  She didn't speak, so Qi Chengzhi leaned in close to her, his eyebrows and eyes filled with a smile. His originally somewhat cold black eyes now seemed to be burning with a warm sun, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, his thin lips almost touching the corner of hers, but not quite. "If there was, would you get angry?"

  Song Yu's face burned fiercely, his lips were lightly trembling from his breath, his eyelids slightly drooped, and his long and curly eyelashes trembled lightly along with them.

  "Don't be angry, you didn't know what would happen in the future back then, and who has no past. You also didn't know that at 34 years old this year, you'd be with me, it's impossible to wait for a virtual future for over ten years without experiencing some things, and it's also impossible to know which one is most suitable for you." Song Yu said softly, "It's just a pity, I couldn't experience everything with you. Your young and arrogant days, turning into mature days, I wasn't by your side to see, accompanying you through all of that."

  "I really want——" Song Yu licked his lips and swallowed a mouthful, "I really want to accompany you through all of your life."

  Zi Cheng's heart was racing with an unprecedented speed.

  At this moment, he really wanted to merge Song Yu into his bones and flesh, to be completely one with her, from soul to body, everything inseparable.

  The long fingers that had been gently massaging the back of her neck slowly explored her face, and he couldn't help but lean in to kiss her.

  His hoarse and gentle voice came out as he pressed his lips against hers: "I'm delighted, it's me who has you at this age. Not because you're young, but also because you're young. I don't covet your youth, but because I have the chance to spoil someone of your age like this."

  "If you had been with me all along, if you were the same age as me, you would have seen my youthful arrogance. At that time, I was too immature, I would have wronged you, and because of my youth and ignorance, I might not have known how to cherish you, or how to pamper you. And so, I would have lost you, and thus missed out on a lifetime."

  "Now I'm mature enough and have the ability to love you, pamper you and protect you. And I'm lucky that I can show you my best side, which has been refined over the years, so you won't dislike me or be compared unfavorably with other men."

  "At that time, Cheng Ji liked Wei Ran, but it was because he was too young and didn't have enough ability to take on the responsibility, so his family sent him to America. Now, even if they want to stop me, they can't. If I were young at that time, I couldn't protect you like this."

  Song Yu listened and remembered one word he said.

  Love.

  He said he loves her and protects her, making her heart beat faster.

  "You just said you love me, pamper me and protect me." She blushed, her ears burning, and mustered up the courage to stare straight at him.

  Qī Chéngzhī gazed at him, a pair of deep and profound black eyes staring straight into hers. Suddenly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and his low voice sounded: "Didn't you also say that you wanted to accompany me through all of life?"

  Everyone wants to accompany him through his entire life, what else can it be besides love?

  Song Yu was flustered and red-faced, unable to utter a single word.

  Qī Chéng's bright and clear smile, without any coercion, made her say the word. She got up to pick up the plate of overcooked chicken, wanting to throw it away, but was stopped by Sōng Yuè.

  When Ziqi said "You've messed it all up, what are you eating?", Song Yu had already picked up his chopsticks and taken a bite, chewing carefully, "Not bad! You cooked it, don't pour it away."

  He looked at her with a hint of a smile in his low and mellow voice, "Is it because I cooked it, so you can't bear to throw it away?"

  Unexpectedly, Song Yu's face turned red as she frankly admitted, "Mmm, I don't want to give up anything of yours."

  Qī Chéngzhī's expression suddenly changed, his strong hands grasped her waist and pressed her into his own embrace, breathing heavily, "Do you want to eat properly now?"

  Song Yu dropped his chopsticks and burst out laughing, with a bit of coquetry, she stuck to his chest, her soft hands gently hooked around his neck, raised her head, and because she had just eaten, her lips still stained with oil "smacked" on his cheek.

  "Really won't eat anymore?" Qi Chengzhi narrowed his eyes, wrapped his arms tightly around her, and directly picked her up onto his lap, forcefully kissing her lips once.

  Song Yu twisted and turned, her face red with embarrassment, saying: "Stop messing around, let me eat."

  "What's the point of calling me?" He moved his hand up and pinched her waist through her clothes.

  Because he had done it twice earlier, Song Yu's underwear had already been removed by him. The thin and soft fabric of the dress she was wearing clung to her curves, outlining her two soft and plump lines completely. Due to his stimulation, the two small red beans-like objects pushed out a small shape from the dress.

  Song Yu's cheeks flushed with a soft pink, her forehead nestled into his neck, her voice gentle and obedient, "Three times is too many, I'm a bit unbearable, let me eat."

  Her obedient appearance made Qi Chengzhi particularly moved, always feeling that being too obedient was a bit pitiful.

  Zi Cheng's face leaned into her neck and sniffed, then pinched her, before putting her back in the high-legged chair beside him, letting her eat.

  ……

  ……

  "Miss..." He Dajie had just opened the door, when Yu Keyao kicked off her high heels next to the shoe cabinet, twisting her face in pain, and stormed into the living room, up the stairs, and into her own room, where she threw her bag heavily onto the bed.

  Bounced onto the soft mattress and was bounced up once again before falling back down.

  Then she let out a loud "ah" scream.

  "What's wrong? What's going on?" Liang Lihua rushed over hastily, earlier He Dajie had just told her that Yu Keyao returned with an off mood, she was walking here when she heard Yu Keyao's sharp cry in the corridor.

  Not long after Liang Lihua arrived, Yu Zidong also rushed up from the study downstairs when he heard Yu Keyao's sharp cry.

  Yu Keyao raised her head and burst into tears, then threw herself into Liang Lihua's arms and wept.

  "Mom, we've been cheated! We're all being cheated!" Yu Keyao buried her face in Liang Lihua's shoulder, wailing and crying so hard that it made Liang Lihua's ears ache.

  "What's going on?" Liang Lihua tilted her head, her ears actually hurting from being yelled at.

  "Song Yu, we've all been fooled by the Song family! Song Yu is Qi Chengzhi's girlfriend!" Yu Keyao finally emerged from Liang Lihua's arms, crying out in despair.

  "What? Impossible! This is too absurd!" Liang Lihua was shocked and first of all disbelieving.

  "How could it be impossible? Today, Qi Cheng brought Song Yu to the old mansion! Because of this matter, his father scolded him severely, and I was also driven out by Xia Wennan, implying that it's a private matter of the Qi family, and as an outsider, I'm not convenient." Yu Ke Yao cried, and due to anger, she stuttered and finally told the whole story clearly.

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  Today is the last day of this month, look at me in a hurry ~~muah muah~~