She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 21 Things Are Happening

After Leng Yunting finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her twice hard, so hard that he even bit Liu Jingyi's skin.

Only after tasting the sweetness of blood and noticing Liu Jingyi's resistance and trembling all over her body did Leng Yunting release her.

He slowly softened his cold demeanor, looked down at the person in his arms, and gently coaxed, "Yes, it's my fault. I was too harsh. Let's drink the brown sugar water first, okay?"

Liu Jingyi's lips were bitten and bled. She licked the broken skin with her tongue and glared at the man in front of her.

That scoundrel! He's really ruthless, biting her so hard. Was he trying to kill her?
Liu Jingyi hadn't expected Leng Yunting to do something like this, but it was clear that she was still angry because she had unconsciously said "I don't want him".

Liu Jingyi was initially quite annoyed, but then she seemed to realize she had said the wrong thing and stopped talking.

She could only feel resentful inside, looking at him with a face full of unwillingness.

Then he reluctantly drank the brown sugar water he brought him.

Seeing that she had drunk most of it, Leng Yunting stopped pressuring her.

Looking at Liu Jingyi's lips, he gently stroked the wound he had bitten, "It's broken."

Liu Jingyi really didn't know where he got the nerve to say that. Wasn't he the one who started it all?

She gave him a resentful look.

Looking at her angry expression, Leng Yunting found it quite adorable and couldn't help but lean closer, gently lift her face, and kiss her again.

The man tasted the sweetness of the brown sugar water left in her mouth, as well as the metallic sweetness of fresh blood.

Leng Yunting's deep voice said, "Then I'll kiss you a couple more times, and it won't hurt anymore."

Liu Jingyi was unable to refute at this moment and let the man lift her onto his lap.

She felt as if she were sitting almost on the man's waist and abdomen.

The muscles beneath the man's shirt were so well-defined, and his core strength was terrifyingly powerful.

This wasn't the first time Liu Jingyi had experienced a man's explosive power, and she didn't dare to move at all, afraid that the man would disregard her. She took a deep breath and said, "Leng Yunting, can't you be a little gentler with me?"

Leng Yunting gently kneaded the soft flesh on the back of Liu Jingyi's neck, the smile in his eyes fading. "What? Not calling me husband anymore?"

Liu Jingyi was speechless. Could it be that she hadn't forgiven him yet?
Leng Yunting didn't actually know how long Liu Jingyi could maintain this facade, or how many days she could keep up the act.

He stopped looking at her. Leng Yunting's large, warm hands, covered with calluses, were gently massaging her lower abdomen in circles.

The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric, indeed easing the pain. He looked down at her, his gaze deep, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

Liu Jingyi shook her head. After drinking the brown sugar water, it seemed to hurt less. She gently rubbed her leg against his, trying to adjust her posture to be less tense, but quickly realized something and dared not move again.

Leng Yunting's gaze fell on her slightly swollen lips, which were covered with a little blood, and his eyes darkened.

Her fingertips involuntarily traced the edge of the wound, the movement even gentler than when she had rubbed his stomach earlier, with an almost tender caress.

"Still in pain?" You asked knowingly.

Liu Jingyi glared at him, her eyes clearly conveying accusation: What do you think? You instigator!
Instead of being displeased by her resentful glare, Leng Yunting swallowed hard, and something suppressed seemed to be churning deep in his eyes.

He suddenly lowered his head, and his warm lips covered it again. This time, it was no longer a punitive bite, but a very light and slow licking of the broken skin. His tongue, moist with a soothing touch, carefully traced the outline of the wound.

The feeling was so strange, itchy and numb, with a slight stinging sensation. Liu Jingyi shuddered and instinctively tried to pull away, but his hand, which was around her waist, held her firmly in place.

"do not move."

His lips pressed against hers, giving a vague command, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive skin. His licking continued with a strange patience, as if he were truly "treating" her wounds, or as if he were savoring the unique flavor that was tinged with blood and brown sugar.

Liu Jingyi felt her face suddenly burn, and her heart was pounding like crazy.

Why...why is this person doing this again!

One second he looked like he was going to devour her, and now... he's doing this again!

Liu Jingyi was flustered by his unpredictable behavior, which was both cold and hot. Her body trembled slightly in his arms, whether from anger or something else, she didn't know.

After a long while, the man finally let go of her pitiful wound.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

The man asked again, his voice low and deep, like a whisper, with a hint of subtle seduction.

Liu Jingyi felt flustered under his gaze. She turned her head away, not wanting to answer his question that seemed to be asking her something that was both advantageous and hypocritical. She simply muttered two words: "...You scoundrel!"

Liu Jingyi's voice had a soft, nasal tone; it sounded more like a scolding than a reprimand.

Leng Yunting chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest clearly transmitted to her body pressed against his.

The laughter was deep and melodious, carrying a rare sense of ease and joy.

He seemed quite pleased with her expression of being both ashamed and angry, yet unable to express her resentment.

"Well, I'm a gangster."

Liu Jingyi was surprised that Leng Yunting would admit it so readily. He tightened his arms, holding her even closer in his embrace, and gently rested his chin on the top of her soft hair. His voice still held a hint of laughter as he whispered, "Only for you."

Liu Jingyi's body stiffened for a moment, but only for a moment.

The bloating in his lower abdomen slowly dissipated under his palm, replaced by a strange warmth.

Liu Jingyi leaned against his neck, the faint scent of tobacco lingering around her nose, and an unprecedented sense of security quietly arose within her.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, like the wings of an exhausted butterfly.

Perhaps due to the exhaustion from menstrual cramps, or perhaps due to the dramatic emotional fluctuations, Liu Jingyi felt a little drowsy at this moment.

As Leng Yunting felt the person in his arms gradually steady their breathing, the smile in his eyes slowly settled, transforming into something deeper and more complex.

He was already thinking about cooking a special meal at home tomorrow. He would first buy two chickens, then some meat, preferably ribs, to make soup for Liu Jingyi.

The food in the compound's canteen wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly delicious either.

Liu Jingyi's delicate body needs more nutrition, and it would be best to take her to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for conditioning.

When he's not around, he doesn't know if the person in his arms is eating properly, so he needs to find someone to keep a close eye on her.

(End of this chapter)