After Leng Yunting finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her twice fiercely, the bites so hard they even broke Liu Jingyi's skin.
Only after tasting the sweet blood and noticing Liu Jingyi's resistance and trembling in his arms did Leng Yunting release her.
He slowly softened his cold demeanor, looking down at the person in his arms, gently coaxing, "Yes, it's my fault, I was too harsh. Let's drink the brown sugar water first, okay?"
Liu Jingyi's lips were bleeding from his bite; she lightly licked the broken skin with her tongue and glared at the man before her.
That bastard, so ruthless! He bit her so hard, was he trying to kill her?!
Liu Jingyi hadn't expected Leng Yunting to suddenly do this, but it was clearly because she had unconsciously said "I don't want him," which had angered her.
Liu Jingyi was initially very annoyed, but it seemed she had also said the wrong thing, so she remained silent.
She could only sulk inwardly, looking at him with resentment.
Then, reluctantly, she drank the brown sugar water he brought her.
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 truly didn't know where he got the nerve to say that; wasn't he the one who started it?
She glared at him resentfully.
Leng Yunting, seeing her angry expression, found it quite adorable and couldn't resist leaning closer, gently lifting her face, and kissing her again.
The man tasted the lingering sweetness of the brown sugar water in her mouth, along with 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 couldn't argue at this moment, letting the man lift her onto his lap.
She felt as if she were practically sitting on the man's waist and abdomen.
The muscles beneath his shirt were so full, and his core strength was terrifyingly strong.
This wasn't the first time Liu Jingyi had experienced a man's explosive power, and she dared not move, afraid he would disregard her. She took a deep breath, "Leng Yunting, can you be a little gentler with me?"
Leng Yunting's hand 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. Didn't he realize she hadn't forgiven him yet?
Leng Yunting didn't know how long Liu Jingyi could maintain this facade, how many days she could keep up the act.
He stopped looking at her. Leng Yunting's large, warm palms, calloused, were now gently massaging her lower abdomen in circles. The
warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric, indeed relieving the pain. He looked down at her, his eyes deep, "Does your stomach still hurt?"
Liu Jingyi shook her head. The brown sugar water seemed to have lessened the pain. She rubbed against his leg slightly, trying to adjust her position, but quickly realized something and dared not move again.
Leng Yunting's gaze fell on her slightly swollen lips, which were covered with a bit of blood, and his eyes darkened.
His fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the wound, the movement even gentler than when he had rubbed her stomach earlier, a caress almost filled with pity.
"Still hurts?" he asked, knowing the answer already.
Liu Jingyi glared at him, her eyes clearly conveying accusation: What do you think? The culprit!
Instead of being displeased by her resentful glare, Leng Yunting's throat bobbed, and something suppressed seemed to surge deep within his eyes.
He suddenly lowered his head, his warm lips covering hers again. This time, it wasn't a punishing bite, but a very light, very slow licking of the broken skin, his tongue, moist with a soothing touch, carefully tracing the outline of the wound.
The feeling was so strange—itchy, numb, and with a slight stinging pain.
Liu Jingyi shuddered violently, instinctively trying to pull away, but his hands, wrapped around her waist, held her firmly.
"Don't move,"
he commanded vaguely, his lips pressed against hers, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive skin. His licking continued, with a strange patience, as if he were truly "treating" her wound, or perhaps savoring the unique taste of blood and brown sugar that was so distinctly hers.
Liu Jingyi felt her face flush, her heart pounding wildly.
This…this man…again!
One second he seemed ready to devour her, and now…again!
Liu Jingyi was flustered and disoriented by his capricious, hot-and-cold behavior, her body trembling slightly in his arms, unsure whether from anger or something else.
After a long while, the man finally released her poor wound.
"Does it not hurt anymore?"
he asked again, his voice low and deep, like a whisper, carrying a subtle, seductive quality.
Liu Jingyi felt flustered under his gaze. She turned her head away, not wanting to answer his hypocritical question, and only managed to squeeze out two words: "...You rascal!"
Liu Jingyi's voice had a soft, nasal tone; it was more of a scolding than an insult.
Leng Yunting chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest clearly transmitted to her pressed body.
The laughter was deep and pleasant, carrying a rare ease and joy.
He seemed quite satisfied with her embarrassed and annoyed appearance, unable to speak her anger.
"Yes, I'm a rascal."
Liu Jingyi hadn't expected Leng Yunting to admit it so readily. He tightened his arms, pulling her closer into his embrace, his chin gently resting 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 throbbing pain in her lower abdomen slowly dissipated under his palm, replaced by a strange warmth.
Liu Jingyi nestled against his neck, the faint scent of tobacco lingering around her nose, a sense of unprecedented security quietly rising 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 wave of drowsiness wash over her.
Leng Yunting felt the gradually steady breathing of the person in his arms, the smile in his eyes slowly settling into something deeper and more complex.
He was already thinking about preparing a special meal at home tomorrow. He'd buy two chickens and 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 needed more nutrition; it would be best to take her to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor for some conditioning.
He didn't know if the person in his arms was eating properly while he was away, so he needed to have someone keep a close eye on her.