urned, his mind replaying those things over and over, unable to fall asleep peacefully.The doorbell rang just then, and a beautiful woman's voice called out, "Room service!"Lin Meng remembered that sh...In the evening, Rong Ling really came back as promised.

Lin Mengru smiled as usual, greeting him at the door. She finally agreed to let him come back home under the pretense of talking about his father, and in truth, it brought a wave of relief. To be honest, she missed him. Day and night, lying on the same bed, she had grown accustomed to sleeping alone, used to the warmth of a body beside her. In the solitude of an empty bed, how could she not feel lonely and lost!

Thinking of him!

This isn't really lying!

No matter how much you resent him or annoy him, you can't stop the longing.

“Back already!” she stood at the door, smiling softly. Her upturned corners of her mouth were beautiful and charming, just as always. Rong Ling saw this, he didn’t even bother taking off his shoes, striding forward a few steps, pulled her over, and right there in the entryway, kissed her fiercely. He delved deeply into her mouth, drawing in that familiar fragrance. Her tender lips, soft tongue, sweet taste, all made him feel the pang of missing her!

He kissed her rather forcefully, his strong arms even encircling her slender waist with a bit too much strength. The other hand was pressed behind her head, holding her skull in place so she couldn't move, and he chose various angles to kiss her at will.

There was a touch of long-lost masculine energy, almost knocking her over. When he let go, she was completely dizzy, her face blooming like a delicate flower before his eyes, her beautiful dark eyes veiled with a haze, clearly revealing her daze.

He felt exhilarated, reached out, and roughly tousled her hair at the back of her head before returning to the shoe rack and removing his shoes. Then he pulled her back with him. She walked behind him with her head down, her face slightly flushed, silent as she followed.

Seeing this, Aunt Xu was overjoyed. She beamed and served up another bowl of soup and a plate of rice. Then she took off her apron and smiled as she hurried away, leaving the space to these two young people who, in her eyes, had finally made up after all this time.

After dinner, he habitually took her for a stroll around the neighborhood. Then they went back home. After that, he took a book and slowly read it in his study. He came back empty-handed today, apparently not bringing anything with him, making it seem as if he had come back especially for her. Lost in thought, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of joy. But when she thought about the conversation they were going to have, her heart started racing and she felt uneasy.

The homework was really getting to her. She put down the ballpoint pen in her hand, secretly glanced at him, got up, and ran to the bathroom to wash herself all over. Then she returned to the study, but he was still reading. She felt a bit embarrassed. After hesitating for a while, she shifted her gaze, mumbled softly, and finally spoke.

"Um... Rong Ling... you... don't you want to take a shower!"

She clutched at her pajamas, but her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment!

Rong Ling was surprisingly cooperative. Upon hearing this, she immediately put down the book in her hand and went into the bedroom. Seeing him go in, she instantly ran to the bedroom, got on the bed, grabbed the blanket, and wrapped herself up. Sitting on the bed, her face flushed and her heart pounding, she became even more flustered and confused!

Then, he came out, very quickly, with only a towel around his waist. He walked towards her with a calm and composed gait, slowly but surely. His deep eyes stared at her almost without blinking. She felt uneasy under his gaze and involuntarily turned her head to look elsewhere.

All the lights inside were turned off, leaving only a bedside lamp on. The implication of what he was about to do was already very strong, so as he approached her, he twitched his lips and chuckled softly. The curve of his mouth, both graceful and sensual, was incredibly impactful. But this impact probably couldn't compare to hers for him. Her black hair cascaded down, damp and heavy, framing her fair face, covered by a white sheet, like a little fairy. Her black hair, with its pure black color, always seemed to reveal that pure, magical allure.

He sat down, reaching out to gently lift her chin. He narrowed his eyes, taking her in.

She blushed immediately.

"Does it still hurt!" The voice was low and sounded like a sigh.

She was taken aback for a moment before she recovered. He was referring to her face.

So, he shook his head.

He leaned in and lightly kissed her on the cheek.

Just then, like ripples, it stirred the calm lake surface. She trembled, in an instant, her earlobes turned red, plump and tempting, inviting invasion. He reached out, his slender fingers gently pinching her earlobe, kneading it slowly. The touch was soft yet so elastic. She slightly dodged, shyly raising her eyes to look at him, a little helpless. Yes, her earlobes had always been very sensitive.

He chuckled softly, his handsome face was damn sexy when he smiled, that faint noble air, was even more evident when the corner of his mouth curved up just a little.

"Missed me!"

He continued to smile, wickedly. She had already said she missed him on the phone, but he needed to see it, hear it from her lips again. She clamped her mouth shut tight, like a clam. He didn't give up, leaning in with his thin lips, brushing them against her earlobe and gently sucking, licking, teasing!

Then he gently rubbed her slender waist, his big hand reaching into the bottom of her clothes while kissing her and touching her. Tonight, he was particularly gentle, gentle enough to slowly take off her pajamas, gentle enough to patiently kiss her back from top to bottom, from bottom to hand, and then gently entered her from behind.

She groaned softly, clutching the sheets tightly in her hands as she surrendered willingly. In an instant, beads of sweat poured down her face and her gasps grew ragged. Finally, unable to withstand his slow and gentle torment any longer, she began to sob quietly, abandoning all pretense of dignity and begging him, pleading for him to hurry up. He seemed to have held back for a long time; as soon as her words left her lips, he suddenly became fierce, taking everything with reckless abandon, pushing himself into her until it felt like he would tear her apart…

She screamed out in a high-pitched voice until the climax, which overwhelmed her and left her momentarily dizzy. Coming to her senses, she lay there listlessly, unable to move an inch. He, on the other hand, was very interested and in high spirits, half-propped up, gently kissing her cheek. Seeing her squint with her mouth slightly open, breathing softly, his heart felt a strange kind of satisfaction. He couldn't help but place his hand on her delicate body and stroke it slowly. Her skin was tender and smooth, almost flawless. He probably fell in love with the feeling of touching her body.

She had probably calmed down, opening her eyes with a faint glimmer of tears in them. Her black eyes were purer and more beautiful than ever, as if washed by a spring. In the very center of her pupils, his reflection was seen, only him, as if he had been imprinted on her eye. Seeing this, he smiled and leaned in to kiss her, touching her lips repeatedly without deepening the kiss, with a different kind of intimacy. Anyone could tell that this man's mood right now was extremely good.

This way, she can also be more courageous.

"Rong Ling!" she called softly, her delicate face still tinged with the aftertaste of passion, beautiful and alluring.

"Mm." he hummed softly, propping himself up with one hand and gazing down at her with half-lidded eyes. He kissed her cheek lightly. With the other hand, he idly played with the strands of hair that had fallen loose around her face.

She reached out and grasped his hand, but he instead took her hand in his own, holding it gently in his palm. He toyed with it softly, like a child discovering something new and wondrous for the first time.

Her face flushed, and she felt that the current atmosphere was unusually good. She should say nothing, which would be appropriate. But those things that had to be said eventually couldn't be held back any longer.

"Rong Ling, I have one thing to ask you, okay!"

He was in a good mood, didn't hesitate, just lazily "hmm"ed once, and began to play with her hand.

She hesitated for a moment, gathering her courage, and said, "I beg you, please let my father go. Please"

The playful gesture came to an abrupt halt. He abruptly lifted his eyes to look at her, and then, his brow began to furrow slightly, the faint smile on his face vanishing. His dark eyes also gradually shifted from hazy to clear!

"I've said it before, let's not bring this up again." His voice was deep and husky, with a lingering trace of passion, yet it also conveyed his displeasure.

"So, that's why I'm begging you! Please just help me out! It's just one sentence, just let my dad build that apartment complex, okay Please"

Rong Ling suddenly let go of her hand, decisively got up from the bed. His eyes were deep and he had already detached himself from the lingering afterglow of the intimacy. He had regained his usual calmness and shrewdness!

"That day, but you yourself said you would believe me. Now it's like this, are you being two-faced!"

"Me..." Lin Meng bit her lip, naturally feeling uncomfortable inside. "I'm sorry, I... I know I was wrong, but, but... please!" She pleaded softly, thousands of words seeming to reduce to just "please!"

But at this moment, he had completely recovered his cold nature. Even the expression on his face was cold and indifferent. It was clear that there was no room for negotiation, and he said with utter ruthlessness, "Don't mention this again, I will not change my mind!"

Lin Meng felt a wave of weakness wash over her, and her heart ached slightly. How could this man be so cold After they had just experienced such an intimate moment, how could he not give her any consideration!

"Come on, please! It's just a word from you, isn't it really that hard!" She couldn't help but choke up. "After all, that's my father. Just consider it for me, consider it as helping me, can you"

"It's because of you that I can't! Rong Ling suddenly spoke coldly, looking at Lin Meng, his eyes turning cold as well. "If you trust me, you shouldn't bring this up again! You bringing it up now means you don't believe me at all. When you said you trusted me that day, were you just trying to deceive me! If you can use delaying tactics today to get me to agree to this, then will you still resort to underhanded means in the future!"

When he said this, he was filled with indignation! He had agreed to support her because he liked her personality and purity. But look at now, she even dared to use schemes against him. If he agreed to her today, what about tomorrow and the day after Would she use the same methods to ask him to do this and that again and again! If that really happened, what would be the difference between her and those other women! Then, why would he keep supporting her!

"No...that's not it..." Lin Meng was anxious, shaking her head trying to argue.

Rong Ling let out a cold snort, and suddenly thought of something. His heart grew even colder.

"Today, she called me back, said she missed me. Actually, it's not because she misses me, but because of this thing, right!"

Lin Meng was stunned!

That look of being guessed correctly fell into Rong Ling's eyes, which angered him even more. He felt that his previous excitement and the act of pushing aside all official duties to rush to her side were simply like a fool! He had never thought that one day he would become such a fool because of a woman!

"When did you learn these tricks! Huh!"

He reached out angrily, gripping her jaw tightly, glaring at her with fury. But remembering the last time he accidentally slapped her, he couldn't bring himself to hit her this time. He clenched his teeth and glared at her, suppressing his anger.

She lowered her eyes, blushing so intensely she was speechless.

He immediately deflated, abruptly releasing her delicate chin and withdrawing his hand, glaring at her with resentment.

"Lin Meng, from now on, don't talk to me like this again. It only makes me think you are despicable. Paying for a service, that only happens between prostitutes and clients. Do you want me to see you that way!"

She was stunned, her face instantly paling.

He went down and picked out clothes from the wardrobe, put them on, and left. Just before leaving, there was one sentence he said with remarkable clarity and forcefulness.

"I'm only responsible for taking care of you, but that definitely doesn't include your family!"

The tone is laced with a hint of sarcasm!

She was stabbed and her heart started to ache!

He left, and the grand house fell silent once more. She lay alone on the bed, which was growing cold, naked, her dark eyes dimming, and she felt, perhaps, that she had been rather base.

But she never knew how to ask others for help. Because in the past, even if she asked, it was useless. So she simply stopped asking for anything. She didn't wish for anything either. She just focused on getting enough food and drink every day to sustain herself, and that was enough. Most of the time, she had no money, and that didn't bother her. She didn't mind not being able to buy snacks or clothes or toys because she could ignore any desires beyond basic needs like food and shelter.

So, when she asked him to do something, in the dwindling methods of begging left at her disposal, she instinctively chose this way. Because she felt he was probably difficult to talk to, and it would be hard to change his mind, so...

Well, that's incorrect!

She let out a wry smile, and suddenly felt — cold! increasingly bold and unrestrained. His large hand encircled her slender waist and began to knead it, not gently nor roughly, carrying a hint of erotic suggestion. One hand trailed along her flat sto...