Leng Yunting finished speaking, then lowered his head and kissed her fiercely twice, biting down hard enough to even break Liu Jingyi's skin.
Only when he tasted the sweet fresh blood and sensed the resistance and trembling emanating from Liu Jingyi in his arms did Leng Yunting release her.
He slowly retracted his imposing coldness, looked down at the person in his embrace, and coaxed softly, "Yes, it's my fault. I was too rough. Let's drink the brown sugar water first, okay?"
Liu Jingyi's Lips were broken by him, and she lightly licked the broken skin with her tongue, glaring at the man before her.
That dog man, he's truly ruthless, biting down so hard. Did he want to bite me to death!
Liu Jingyi hadn't actually expected Leng Yunting to suddenly do that, but it was clear he was angry because she had unconsciously said "don't want him."
Liu Jingyi was initially annoyed, but it seemed she had also said the wrong thing, so she stopped talking.
She could only feel indignant internally, looking at him with a reluctant expression.
Then she reluctantly drank the brown sugar water he offered.
Seeing that she had drunk more than half, Leng Yunting stopped forcing her.
Looking at Liu Jingyi's Lips, he gently stroked the wound he had caused with his finger, "It's broken."
Liu Jingyi truly didn't know where he got the nerve to say that. Wasn't he the one who caused it?
She shot him a resentful glance.
Leng Yunting looked at her angry expression and found it quite Cute. He couldn't help but lean in again, slightly lifting her face, and couldn't resist kissing her again.
The man tasted the lingering sweetness of the brown sugar water in her mouth, mixed with the metallic sweetness of blood.
Leng Yunting's deep voice said, "Then I'll kiss it a couple more times, and it won't hurt anymore."
Liu Jingyi was completely unable to retort at this moment, allowing the man to pull her onto his lap.
She felt as if she was sitting right on the man's waist and abdomen.
The muscle contours beneath the man's shirt were so full, and his core strength was terrifyingly strong.
It wasn't the first time Liu Jingyi had felt the man's explosive power. At this moment, she dared not move rashly, afraid the man would disregard everything. She took a deep breath, "Leng Yunting, can you be a little gentler with me?"
Leng Yunting's hand gently kneaded the soft flesh at the back of Liu Jingyi's neck, and the smile in his Eyes dimmed, "What? You're not calling me Husband anymore?"
Liu Jingyi was speechless. Couldn't he tell she hadn't forgiven him yet?
Leng Yunting wasn't sure how long this version of Liu Jingyi would last, how many days she could keep it up.
He stopped looking at her. Leng Yunting's palm was large and warm, bearing light calluses, and was currently gently rubbing in circles on her lower abdomen.
The heat from his palm seeped through the thin fabric, indeed alleviating that feeling of 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 less painful. She shifted slightly on his lap, trying to adjust her posture to be less tense, but quickly realized something and dared not move again.
Leng Yunting's gaze fell upon her slightly swollen Lips, which now had a small scab, and his expression darkened.
His fingertip involuntarily traced the edge of the wound, his movement even lighter and slower than when he was rubbing her stomach, with a caress bordering on pity.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, knowing the answer.
Liu Jingyi looked up and glared at him, her Eyes clearly conveying an accusation: What do you think? You're the one who caused it!
Being stared at so resentfully by her, Leng Yunting was not displeased; instead, his throat moved up and down, and something suppressed seemed to surge in the depths of his Eyes.
He suddenly lowered his head, and his warm Lips covered hers again. This time, it wasn't a punishing bite, but an extremely light, slow licking of the broken skin. His tongue carried a soothing wetness, carefully tracing the outline of the wound.
The sensation was too strange—tingly and numb, yet accompanied by a slight stinging pain.
Liu Jingyi shuddered violently and instinctively tried to pull away, but the hand holding her waist firmly secured her.
"Don't move."
His Lips pressed against hers, commanding vaguely. His hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive skin, and his licking continued with a strange patience, as if he were truly "treating" the wound, or perhaps savoring that unique taste of hers, mixed with blood and brown sugar.
Liu Jingyi felt her face instantly flush hot, and her heart pounded uncontrollably.
This... why was this man acting like this again!
One second he was about to devour her, and now... now like this!
Liu Jingyi was flustered by his erratic, hot-and-cold behavior. Her Body trembled slightly in his embrace, unsure if it was from anger or something else.
After a long while, the man finally let go of her poor wound.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, right?"
The man asked again, his voice deep, like a whisper, carrying a trace of imperceptible seduction.
Liu Jingyi felt panicked under his gaze. She turned her head away, completely unwilling to answer this question where he was feigning innocence after getting his way. She only managed to squeeze out two muffled words: "...Scoundrel!"
Liu Jingyi's voice carried a slightly soft, nasal tone; it was more like a playful reproach than an actual curse.
Leng Yunting chuckled deeply, the vibration of his chest clearly transmitted to her tightly pressed Body.
The laughter was low and pleasant, carrying a rare sense of ease and delight.
He seemed very satisfied with her appearance—shy yet annoyed, daring not to speak her mind.
"Yes, I am a scoundrel."
Liu Jingyi hadn't expected Leng Yunting to admit it so frankly. He tightened his arms, pulling her even closer into his embrace, resting his chin lightly on the top of her soft hair, his voice still carrying a trace of laughter as he murmured, "Only for you."
Liu Jingyi's Body stiffened for a moment, but only that briefly.
The dull ache in her lower abdomen slowly dissipated under his palm, replaced by a strange warmth.
Liu Jingyi leaned into the crook of his neck, a faint scent of tobacco lingering around her Tip of the nose, and an unprecedented sense of security quietly sprouted.
She closed her Eyes, her long Eyelashes trembling slightly, like the wings of an utterly exhausted butterfly.
Perhaps due to the exhaustion from her Dysmenorrhea, or perhaps due to the emotional roller coaster, Liu Jingyi was now feeling drowsy.
Leng Yunting felt the person in his arms gradually settle into a steady breath. The smile in his Eyes slowly settled, transforming into something deeper and more complex.
He was already contemplating setting up a private kitchen at home tomorrow. He would first buy two chickens, then some meat, preferably ribs, so he could stew soup for Liu Jingyi.
The food at the Compound Canteen wasn't bad, but it couldn't be called good either.
Liu Jingyi's delicate Body needed more nourishment. It would be best to take her to see a Chinese medicine doctor to regulate her system.
When he wasn't around, he wondered if the person in his arms had been eating properly. He needed to find someone to keep a close eye on her.