Chapter 152

Chapter 152 - 152 146 Changling gets jealous playing with Xingxing Chapter 152: 146: Changling gets jealous, playing with Xingxing (third watch) Chapter 152: 146: Changling gets jealous, playing with Xingxing (third watch) Pang Shifang.

Mr. Xie had seen him before but had never formally met face to face. After leaving the teahouse, Mr. Xie got into his car and answered a phone call on the way back to Lotus Pond Street.

“Mr. Xie, the matter has been handled.”

Mr. Xie hummed in acknowledgment.

He was rather vengeful, and Zheng Lvhong had once tried to steal Wen Changling’s corneas, a vendetta that had to be settled.

At this time, Wen Changling had already finished work and gone home. Mr. Xie parked the car and went straight to her place.

She was tinkering with her vegetable garden again, her interest in it seemingly greater than her interest in her boyfriend.

Mr. Xie approached and hugged her from behind.

“Changling.”

He nuzzled her neck and kissed it.

Wen Changling, like a startled guinea pig, looked around while pushing Mr. Xie away: “Granny Zhu is here.” Daytime hugging and cuddling — what a sight.

Mr. Xie didn’t let go: “Granny Zhu has gone inside.”

There were only the two of them in the yard.

Not quite, there was also a tabby... a third wheel... cat.

“Meow.”

As the sun set, the cat was content.

Wen Changling sighed, “Xie Xingxing, you’re so clingy.”

Mr. Xie noticed something — Wen Changling seemed quite fond of his body.

Last night.

At the peak of his tense physique, he saw it; for a brief moment, Wen Changling’s eyes showed a trace of infatuation. He thought then that it would be good if she was enchanted by his body as well.

Afterward.

Wen Changling came over and embraced him, “Did you like it?”

Mr. Xie was sweaty.

She looked up, smiling, “I liked it a lot.”

Although the clothes remained tidy from beginning to end, it still inexplicably thrilled her.

Oddly, Mr. Xie didn’t feel humiliated; in fact, he was quite eager to clear every obstacle and offer himself up as a sacrifice.

Wen Changling asked, “Are you still mad?”

Mr. Xie placed his hands behind his back, afraid to touch her, and stood motionless, allowing her to hold him, just lowering his head and hoping she would kiss him: “I’m not mad.”

Wen Changling felt he was not being honest, “You’ve been sulking since yesterday, Xingxing.”

He really liked it when she called him Xingxing.

A pet name he previously disliked became endearing each time she uttered it as if cooing.

“Are you trying to appease me now?” Mr. Xie was uncertain, now having no confidence in Wen Changling.

“Yes.”

But this isn’t right, you’re clearly just playing with me.

Mr. Xie closed his eyes, burying his face in Wen Changling’s neck.

Her palm gently pressed on Mr. Xie’s arm — a place touched by another woman — suddenly asked, “Did you enjoy last night?”

Mr. Xie said, “Not at all.” He kept thinking about a certain heartless person.

Wen Changling patted Mr. Xie on the back sporadically, moodily helping him relax, “That lady you played with last night, you even used her Fairy Stick to light your cigarette.”

“Are you jealous?” Mr. Xie turned to look into Wen Changling’s eyes.

She said, “I don’t like others touching my things.”

The unleashed beast within Mr. Xie, much like himself, was very easily soothed, and Wen Changling’s ambiguous concern was enough to appease him.

Even just possessiveness was no big deal.

The standards of the one who is not loved only get lower and lower. Mr. Xie pulled back slightly, “Changling, stop hugging me, I’m dirty.”

“You’re not dirty.”

She tiptoed, biting his ear, “Xingxing, you were so sexy just now.”

She could effortlessly ignite Mr. Xie’s passion. She might actually be a fairy transformed from the mountains.

Mr. Xie held her tight, “Changling...”

Wen Changling knew what he desired, but she was made of steel.

She pushed him away and extracted herself, “I’m going back to sleep; it’s all your fault, I didn’t sleep well last night.”

She left.

Leaving behind a lonely star.