Chapter 44  

When the two miserable people reached home under escort, Zhen Lang saw a few brawny men with their arms folded in front of their chests, standing around outside their door.

He shook his head helplessly and gestured at them. "Don't stand here like this, you will frighten the residents here. There are security guards downstairs."

A few of the men shook their heads and still stood firmly in their place, in the same posture.

"Can I request you to leave?" Zhen Lang asked in a good-natured way but the insistence in his eyes showed that his request could not be denied.

"Young Mr. Zhen." With distress, a bodyguard was forced to speak up. "This is Mr. Xie's instructions. We are not to let you out of our sight otherwise, we will be fired."

"Not let out of sight?" Zhen Lang found it a bit funny. "Then, are you going to stand by and watch us live our life as husband and wife?"

"Er......" The few men looked at each other and could not utter another word.

"Okay, I'll settle this with Uncle Xie. All of you don't have to feel so anxious." Zhen Lang shook his head and took out his phone. After a brief discussion over the phone, the few men quickly retreated from their positions at the door to give the two people some temporary peace.

Jia Shao was sitting on the sofa with her legs resting on the coffee table. Leaning back lazily on the sofa, she squinted at Zhen Lang who was standing at the door and asked in a lazy voice. "Are they gone?"

Zhen Lang gave a bitter laugh. "No. They just changed to another place that is not so conspicuous."

"Are they downstairs?" Jia Shao rolled her eyes. "If so, I'd rather they stand outside the door. They will only scare the residents next door but if they are downstairs, they will scare all the residents in the building."

"There is no other way to do this." Zhen Lang went to stand beside the window and looked downstairs. "Uncle Xie insisted. If I don't agree, he will inform my family about today's incident and then we will end up being escorted home by a group of people."

"I don't want......." Jia Shao deeply lamented. "I just sneaked back here today......I don't want to go back!"

"I don't want to go back either." Zhen Lang sat down beside her and looked at her leg. "Wouldn't it be more troublesome, if we go back?"

Since entering the house, Jia Shao had long taken off Zhen Lang's coat and threw it aside. She had placed both her legs on the coffee table and her skirt which had split into two pieces had slid off to reveal her fine smooth slender thighs.

Zhen Lang's appreciative gaze rested on her exposed elastic skin and he smiled.

"Uncle Xie will not tell them, will he?" Jia Shao subconsciously leaned on Zhen Lang's shoulder. Just as she touched his shoulder, suddenly she bounced back like she had received an electric shock and trembled as she leaned back again on the sofa.

Zhen Lang reached out his hand to pull the person, who had moved away back to him. "My left arm is alright."

Jia Shao still wanted to move away but when she lifted her head, she met Zhen Lang's eyes. Then she allowed herself to be hugged by him and nestled into his embrace.

"Don't worry, I have instructed Uncle Xie. He will not say anything." He looked at the woman in his arms and fiddled with her hair. "No one will force you to go back and lock you up."

Jia Shao looked at her own legs and spoke lazily with infinite grief in her voice. "This is almost the same."

"I will keep you company." His chin rested on her head. "I promise you will not feel bored, alright?"

Jia Shao looked up with a pitiful expression. "Really?"

"Really......." Zhen Lang pecked her on the cheek. "We are a pair of cripples, how can we be separated?"

"Are you laughing at me?" The little face lifted up with a miserable expression and her eyes mirrored her dejection. "I never thought that I will lose a fight and never thought you will get hurt in front of me."

She looked into Zhen Lang's eyes and gently blinked. The hurt expression in her eyes was a little blur when her eyes turned misty. "From young until now, I had always won in every fight. I had even promised to protect you and ate so many of your lollipops, in the end......."

He laughed out loud. "It is not important. I'm not holding you accountable for not fulfilling your verbal promise. If you like, I can buy more lollipops for you."

"I don't eat sweet things anymore." Jia Shao snorted. She noticed that his eyes were always focused at a certain place.

She followed his line of sight and discovered his eyes stayed on her leg for a long time without moving. Suddenly her docile expression changed, just like a lazy cat whose tail had been accidentally stepped on. Not only did her eyes widened into big orbs but the hairs on her whole body also stood up at the same time.

"What are you looking at?" She pulled the front of his shirt. "Tell me! What are you thinking?"

Zhen Lang looked at her shining fiery eyes and his smile widened. He put a finger under her chin and said. "Don't you think you look very alluring like this?"

"Alluring?" She stared at her leg that was cast in white plaster and then gestured like a wildcat. "I know nothing good will come out from a scoundrel like you! You are laughing at me by calling me 'alluring'? Laughing at me for being cast in plaster? Laughing at me for being unable to walk?"

The more she talked, her voice became louder and she constantly waved her fists in the air but she did not dare to hit him. She glared angrily at his arm covered with gauze and withdrew her fists.

"It's true." His hand slid down from her waist to the slit on her skirt. He lightly stroked the skin on her exposed thigh which was smooth as silk and he felt reluctant to move away his hand.

His palm felt warm as he caressed her lightly. Both his eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face as if he was enjoying the taste of something. Jia Shao was curled up in his arms and she was yawning.

"Tired?" After all the chaos, it was already the middle of the night. Zhen Lang looked at Jia Shao who had gradually slipped half-way down on the sofa. "Do you want to sleep?"

Cuddled in his arms, she shook her head. "No, not tired."

She was huddled on the sofa half lying on his leg and her body was curled up like a cat. If it was not for the big plaster on her leg, it could be considered as the perfect lazy cat posture. Zhen Lang's hand was caressing her slender thigh and the heat of his palm penetrated through her skin.

It felt hot, a little itchy and there was some numbness. She found that Zhen Lang had recently become more and more attached to her. If he was not touching her face, he would be kneading her hand as if she is his beloved toy.

"Does it feel good?" She said lightly and lazily with her eyes closed.

"Yes. Your flesh is soft and it feels comfortable to knead." His answer was a bit improper and equally lazy.

She was like a pet comforted by her master. As Zhen Lang caressed her, she shifted her body and let out a long sigh.

The hand that was placed on her thigh suddenly stopped and feeling uncomfortable, she moved her body a little and let out a gentle humph seemingly to ask him to continue with his caress.

He leaned down and placed his face next to hers while his hand continued to gently stroke her. The person lying on his lap pouted her lips and moved her face to press more tightly to his face.

His lips brushed across her cheeks and he whispered softly. "Wife, on the first night of our wedding, I was fiercely kicked off the bed by you. Since today is the first night we are alone together, we should properly commemorate this night."

She closed her eyes and using her sense, she searched in his direction for his lips until their lips touched. After a few touching passionate kisses, she managed to say in a lazy voice. "Today is also very memorable, um........"

Yes, today is well worth commemorating.......

Zhen Lang lingered on her lips, kissing her and she responded, welcoming his warm lips.

He gave her several light provocative pecks on her lips and then quickly moved away. She pulled back and chuckled loudly.

"Concentrate!" Showing dissatisfaction, he bit on her lip.

She bit back at him and the two of them seemed to be like a butterfly fluttering over a flower. Their kisses were hasty touches, gentle and light. Their breaths intermingled and they seemed to be continuously searching.

At first, they started as a tease, then they turned demanding, and then their kisses became deeper and deeper.

He began to tease her tongue and her arm unconsciously hooked around his neck and she lifted her body.

His hand pulled up her skirt and slipped his warm hand in to touch her slender waist. She twisted her waist in discomfort and it resulted in a tighter cuddle from him. Their breathing became heavier and there was only the whistling sound of cold wind coming from the air-conditioner.

His lips moved along her cheeks and touched every inch of her skin before slowly trailing down to her neck.

He sucked on her skin leaving a red mark clinging with glittering water traces and it looked enticingly bewitching.

Jia Shao's breath became faster and with her arms around Zhen Lang's neck, she could feel every little cluster of flames that was ignited by him. The strange feeling made her feel confused and she could only cling on to him, panting breathlessly.

Deep kisses ignited their passion into burning flames. The figures on the sofa intertwined into one shadow.......

*Ding-dong!*

The ring of the doorbell was like a bucket of cold water splashed on them, putting out their hot passion.

Zhen Lang raised his head and asked in a low voice. "Who is it?"

The doorbell stopped ringing and a voice sounded from the other side of the door. "Young Mr. Zhen......Mr. Xie instructed us to send supper and also some nourishing soup."

Zhen Lang gently patted Jia Shao's cheek, stood up and opened the door. Jia Shao shrunk back on the sofa. Her eyes were unable to focus as if her soul had drifted from her body and wandered off.

A group of people came in carrying big and small plates, walking in a line and they put down a large array of food in front of Jia Shao. Then they politely bowed towards Zhen Lang before leaving, one following the other in a line.

Zhen Lang eyed the person lying on the sofa who was still in a daze. "Glutton, are you hungry? Let's eat first."

She opened her mouth and before she could utter a word, a loud growl sounded from her stomach. Zhen Lang lightly scratched her nose and said. "Hurry up and eat."

The aroma of food totally seduced her appetite. She held up the chopsticks and picked up some food to put into her mouth. Just as she opened her mouth, she noticed Zhen Lang standing beside her. All of a sudden, she could no longer stuff the food into her mouth.

His fingers rubbed the top of her head and he smiled. "Hurry up and eat. Aren't you hungry?"

Thinking for a while, she reached out her hand to give Zhen Lang a nudge and held up her chopsticks towards his lips. "Let's eat together."

He sat down close to her and took the food she held up for him into his mouth. "Are you not hungry? You can eat first."

She shook her head and held up more food next to his mouth. "I promised I will help you. Since you can't hold the chopsticks with your left hand, I will feed you."

"Okay, let's eat together." With one hand, Zhen Lang encircled her waist and using a little strength, he placed her to sit on his lap.

Jia Shao obediently held up the bowl in front of him. She clumsily spooned up the rice and carefully put it near his mouth with shaky hands. Actually, there was not much rice and most of it had fallen on Zhen Lang's body.

She held up the soup spoon and stretched it over to him with a foolish smile. "This is chicken soup. Drink more......your wound will heal faster."

"You should also drink some." With his only functioning hand around her waist, he watched as she fed him a spoonful of soup and then fed herself a spoonful. Occasionally, she would also let out a cry when she spilled some soup.

"Ah! Spilled again!"

"Don't move! Don't move!"

"Fortunately, the chicken soup is warm.......not hot."

"Aiyah........I dropped the vegetable!"

No matter what she fed him, he would laughingly accept everything. The poor thing was his expensive shirt which was covered and stained with grease, soup and bits and pieces of food, in a myriad of lively colors.

The two people ate and played and occasionally Zhen Lang would suck the chicken soup from her mouth. She also imitated his actions and as a result, she was kissed countless times by Zheng. Eventually, after a long time, the meal finally ended.

In summer, the sky usually brightens up a bit earlier in the morning. When the sky was illuminated by white silvery light, the two people had just finished their meal.

Jia Shao opened her mouth to give an inelegant yawn and slouched on Zhen Lang's shoulder lazily.

"Tired?" Zhen Lang dropped a kiss on her forehead. "I'll run the bath."

"Um......" After the heavy meal, she began to feel drowsy.

"Later, help me to take off my clothes and also help me to rub my back......." Zhen Lang turned around and walked into the bathroom leaving the blur Jia Shao looking at him in a daze.

What did he say just now? Bath?

Is she supposed to help him undress and take off his pants?

Is she supposed to face a naked Zhen Lang?

And also help him take his bath and wipe him dry? Then wouldn't it be necessary for her to wipe him from top to bottom, front and back, left and right, for him to be totally dry? That is to touch him, touch every inch of his body?

That white-skin Zhen Lang? That stark naked Zhen Lang?

She began to blush without reason, and the heat burned all the way down to her toes, making them feel hot.