Quenching

Wanli Fuguang nestled on the sofa, resting his chin on Huang Qiaqia's shoulder, showing her his collection of submarine models.

"This was too abrupt; I wasn't prepared at all."

Huang Qiaqia frowned and pushed the head off her shoulder with one hand.

Wanli Fuguang chuckled lightly, taking the initiative and pinching Huang Qiaqia's chin, teasing her.

"Prepare what? Aren't you going to avoid seeing my parents? What are you bringing?"

"Even when visiting ordinary friends or elders, you should bring gifts; it's too impolite to do so."

"Am I just a friend to you? Hmm?"

Huang Qiaqia looked at the increasingly handsome face in front of him and suddenly turned his head.

Wanli Fuguang raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled, and turned his round little head.

"You and Mom were walking hand in hand in the garden just now. Did she say she didn't approve of us?"

"No."

Did my dad say he disagreed?

"No."

“Huang Qiaqia, stop running away. This is my family. As the heir of the Wanli family, I have fallen in love with you.”

"I……"

Wanli Fuguang's scorching breath brushed against her fair neck. Huang Qiaqia, forced to curl up on the sofa, tried to push away the enormous thing on top of her, but this guy...

In the blink of an eye, warm breaths brushed past, and a rich, unique fragrance wafted into Huang Qiaqia's nostrils. Heavy breathing, intense kisses, and domineering plundering—Huang Qiaqia's skin was like mutton fat jade.

Huang Qiaqia's black gaiters were shrouded in mist. Her chubby little hands shoved wildly against the muscular chest. Her clothes were torn; how was she supposed to put them on?

Wanli Fuguang's gaze darkened, and he suddenly grabbed Huang Qiaqia's hands, pinning them above her head. His large hands reached towards Huang Qiaqia's skirt, and kisses landed softly on her porcelain-white skin, somewhat out of control.

Huang Qiaqia suddenly shuddered, tilted his head back, and shouted.

"Wanli Fuguang".

Wanli Fuguang's hazy eyes met Huang Qiaqia's surprised gaze.

Huang Qiaqia's cheeks flushed red as she looked at the two servants standing not far away in a panic.

"You treat them like wood."

Wanli Fuguang stared at Huang Qiaqia's neckline, his dark gaze sweeping downwards, and the next second, a kiss landed.

Huang Qiaqia raised her voice and screamed.

"Wanli Fuguang".

"go out."

Wanli Fuguang gave the impatient order, ripped off the shirt that was in the way of him, and the servants silently closed the door and left.

With a tearing sound, a chill ran through Huang Qiaqia. The domineering kiss grew even more fierce, as if trying to pry her open and conquer her. Why was he so forceful? He wasn't usually like this. He…

Wanli Fuguang's lips, like parched land receiving sweet rain, relentlessly plundered, sucked, and kissed deeply. He could do it, he could finally do it. His parents hadn't objected, Huang Qiaqia could be his girlfriend, he could take everything from her. He had waited for this day for so long, so very long.

The dizzying, suffocating feeling made it hard for Huang Qiaqia to breathe. A barrage of kisses came crashing down, leaving patches of rosy pink on her snow-white skin. Her large hands brushed over her again, even causing a burning pain.

"Ding, ring, ring." The crisp sound of the bell rang out.

Huang Qiaqia, still half-asleep, reached out and fumbled for her phone.

A familiar, cold voice rang out.

Why haven't you come downstairs for so long?

Huang Qiaqia suddenly jolted and pushed the guy off her.

"I...that...I..."

"Is something wrong?"

"no no……"

As soon as Huang Qiaqia finished speaking, a series of pains struck her waist. Huang Qiaqia bit her lip and shook her head repeatedly at Wanli Fuguang's angry gaze.

"Let's go downstairs together."

Huang Qiaqia's face turned bright red, and she hurriedly reached out to grab her clothes, but her chubby little hand was caught.

"me……"

Huang Qiaqia frowned and tried to pull her left hand back, but the clenched fist wouldn't let her escape.

"hurry up."

A sharp voice hung up the phone without any hesitation.

Wanli Fuguang's lips pressed against hers without any room for doubt. Huang Qiaqia suddenly turned her head away, dodging Wanli Fuguang's thin lips. With a burst of strength, she pushed away his hot chest, grabbed a coat from Wanli Fuguang, ran to the servants, asked for a set of women's clothing, and escaped to the first floor.

In the diving room on the second floor, Wanli Fuguang's face turned purplish-red like a ripe eggplant, his temples throbbed violently, and with each heavy breath, the prominent veins on his palms seemed to spew forth endless rage.

Wanli Fuguang, half-naked, lowered his head and growled through gritted teeth.

"Wu Haofeng".

"Squeak." The door quietly opened a crack.

A cold, sinister glint shot towards the doorway, followed by a furious outburst of rebukes.

"Did you ask someone to invite Sheng Shanxing to my mother's birthday party?!"

"boom."

The door was tightly closed. A hint of schadenfreude flashed across Xing Songfeng's face as he turned to Wu Haofeng excitedly.

"I didn't get to sleep. I'll tell my aunt about Huang Qiaqia's stupidity again."

"Alright, stop making things worse, I'm going to the school."

"Let's go again tomorrow. I'm happy today, so have a drink with me."

Xing Songfeng put his arm around Wu Haofeng and laughed happily.

"Look at my cousin's expression, it's cold and ugly, he's probably furious."

Wu Haofeng also comfortably shrugged his shoulders.

"Hehe, I reckon if Huang Qiaqia refuses again, the young master will definitely give up."

“If a little girl doesn’t get any success after several attempts, how could my cousin possibly waste any more of his time?”

"That's right. After teaching Huang Qiaqia for so long, she still doesn't understand that when dealing with us, we must prioritize the pros and cons. She has consumed so much of the young master's energy, and he still hasn't gotten any return. He had no choice but to give up. That's the big difference between us and them."

******

"What were you doing on the third floor? Did you go to see Wanli Fuguang's parents?"

"Ah."

"boarding."

Sheng Shanxing, with a cold face, took the first step.

“Brother Sheng Shanxing.”

Huang Qiaqia gazed at Sheng Shanxing's steady and firm steps, and a sudden, impulsive thought popped into her head. Just as she was about to blurt it out, Kong Yanfei ruthlessly interrupted her.

"If he wants to marry you, he needs your brother Sheng Shanxing's consent first."

"I……"

"Liking someone and getting married are two different things. Don't get married on a whim."

"I……"

Seeing Sheng Shanxing get into the car, Huang Qiaqia sidled up to Kong Yanfei, tugged at her sleeve, and leaned close to her ear, about to whisper something.

"Don't pull me, be generous, sleep with him, you'll get the better deal."

"That……"

"Don't tell your brother Sheng Shanxing, of course he'll protect his own cabbage."

Kong Yanfei turned around and got into the Mercedes sports car.

"Where are you going? I want to go too."

"Shall we go? I'm going to have dinner with the enthusiastic friends I met at the salt lake last time."

Just as Huang Qiaqia opened the car door, Sheng Shanxing's stern voice rang out.

Have you finished your homework?

"I finished writing it a long time ago."

"Does finishing your homework mean you don't have to study anymore?"