Chapter 68

Shuangyun was in so much pain. She was on her period right now.
"...What else can you do?" But the words involuntarily came out.
Cheng Lang's gaze never left her, but his fingers unbuttoned Shuangyun's coat and cardigan. She only wore a thin short-sleeve inside. The apartment's heating was strong, but Shuangyun's skin involuntarily trembled.
Perhaps because his stroking palm was too light.
So light she didn't know if he was being too careful or deliberate.
Stroked her forearm, shoulder, neck, and cheek, then slid down her back, finally pressed against her waist with no gap.
Cheng Lang's gaze never left her, watching every expression Shuangyun made because of him.
Delicate, soft skin slowly slid under his palm. He also reached the softest place.
What need for any technique? The strongest was always direct love.
From beginning to end, his gaze never left her, watching her lips that opened to breathe, watching her face that wanted to turn away because it couldn't bear it.
"Shuangyun Liang, I want to watch you."
In scorching breath, Shuangyun was forced to face him.
Clearly there was no particularly stimulating action, but Shuangyun could hardly bear it.
How could it be so gentle, so intense, making her want to melt into formless water.
Her body involuntarily leaned forward. Her palm touched his skin, so hot it shocked Shuangyun.
But Shuangyun could hardly focus her attention on Cheng Lang, because her clothes were pushed up and gathered at her shoulders.
Cheng Lang didn't act immediately, just looked, looked, looked. He placed her wrists behind her, as if wanting to see more clearly.
Shuangyun's mouth was dry. She wanted to move her body slightly, but the hands holding her two wrists tightened even more.
After seeing clearly, seeing enough, he took off his glasses and set them aside.
Gently touched and rubbed with his nose tip.
Shuangyun's body trembled from the shivering, and the trembling also brought more sensations.
Her lips slightly parted, unbearably looking toward the ceiling.
Then, felt the first moist touch.
Shuangyun kept calling his name, but he really couldn't respond.
There was no big, intense action. Torment had its slow logic.
Shuangyun could no longer bear it. Her body trembled wanting to withdraw. Cheng Lang then pulled down her clothes, tidied them slightly. Also gently kissed her cheek.
Shuangyun was held tightly again.
A heavily beating heart pressed against another heavily beating heart.
Cheng Lang kept kissing her cheek, earlobe, and neck.
Shuangyun calmed her breathing in his arms.
Too erotic...
Simply... couldn't be described with words...
Shuangyun closed her eyes, could still feel the wetness on her body.
Completely like scratching an itch through boots, but already made her unable to stop.
She'd calmed down, but he hadn't.
Her body sat up from Cheng Lang's arms. Shuangyun looked at him.
Her heart raced again. Shuangyun asked in a drawn-out tone:
"Teacher Cheng, when you were in New York, did you think of me?"
She of course knew he'd thought of her, but she still wanted to ask this question.
Cheng Lang looked at her, and in the next second understood her meaning.
Shuangyun threw his question back at him.
"...Yes."
Shuangyun's mouth curved with a smile and asked again: "Then Teacher Cheng, did you also think of me when you masturbated?"
Cheng Lang's breathing silently grew heavier. "Yes."
Shuangyun's smile deepened:
"Teacher Cheng, I want to watch."