CHAPTER 336: CHAPTER 335: HEART-TO-HEART IN BED

Third Brother’s throat tightened, his heart burning, not with regret or self-blame, but with excitement. He knew how lucrative the line of installing the Naughty Castle was. Even though his recent incident was embarrassing and negatively impacted his reputation in the circle, with time, it would all pass. And currently, there was only one Naughty Castle installation team in the entire county, so any kindergarten wanting installation had no choice but to turn to him.

At that moment, Third Brother’s eyes lit up, feeling like he had truly found fortune in misfortune.

Third Brother quickly repaid all the money Shi Yang had advanced due to the accident and even signed a Naughty Castle installation acceptance contract with Shi Yang, paying a fairly reasonable acceptance fee.

Shi Yang held the contract, looking at Third Brother’s messy and chaotic signature, a cruel curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

After dealing with Third Brother’s matter, Shi Yang drove back to the city with Zhao Meimei.

Shi Yang’s parents were overjoyed to see Zhao Meimei. They chatted warmly with her, first praising her for becoming more beautiful, and then inquiring about her life at the university in detail.

In the evening, Shi Yang’s mother personally cooked two dishes and also ordered a few small stir-fries from the small restaurant downstairs.

Shi Yang’s parents treated Zhao Meimei even better than Shi Yang, constantly serving her food during the meal, and specially steamed a pot of fresh prawns, placing the plate right in front of Zhao Meimei.

"Stay for a couple more days this time, your uncle and I miss you,"

With a mouth full of delicious food, Zhao Meimei nodded and agreed with a smile.

Shi Yang’s father, in high spirits, brought out the good wine that others had gifted, and continued to pour glasses for Shi Yang and himself until all were finished.

Seeing half a bottle of wine gone, Shi Yang’s mother quickly reached out to stop them: "That’s enough, don’t drink anymore. If you get too drunk, how will you get up tomorrow morning?"

Shi Yang’s father smiled and said, "It’s fine, we haven’t even started yet!"

Shi Yang also chimed in, "Exactly, we’re in a good mood today, just relaxing with a drink. We’ll stay home and take it easy tomorrow, not going anywhere."

Upon hearing this, Shi Yang’s mother stopped persuading them.

After finishing the bottle of wine, Shi Yang was only slightly dizzy, but Shi Yang’s father had already passed out drunk.

Shi Yang helped his father back to the bedroom and lay him down, listening to his mother’s complaints: "Your dad already drank at lunch, I knew another bottle would knock him out."

Shi Yang rubbed his head and said, "I’m also going to rest, feeling a bit dizzy."

Shi Yang’s mother said, "Go ahead, I changed the sheets and bedding in your room with new ones. They’re all in the closet."

Shi Yang agreed and walked out, first going to his room to find a pair of clean pajamas for Zhao Meimei, urging her to take a shower. After Zhao Meimei finished her shower, Shi Yang also went in with his change of clothes and took a quick rinse.

When they lay down to rest, the main bedroom had already turned off the lights and closed the door.

Perhaps it was because it was the first time lying in the same bed, under the same roof at Shi Yang’s parent’s house, Zhao Meimei was particularly excited tonight. She deliberately stretched her foot between Shi Yang’s legs, rubbing it while teasing with a mischievous grin, unmistakably showing her rogue side.

Shi Yang reached out and grabbed her foot, gently tickling her sole, making Zhao Meimei let out a low yelp, bursting into giggles.

Shi Yang laughed along with her.

Zhao Meimei snuggled closer to Shi Yang, wrapping her arm around his neck, comfortably nestling herself into Shi Yang’s embrace, her bright eyes glancing up at Shi Yang’s freshly shaved chin.

As she leaned in, like a warm little furnace, Shi Yang’s heart became scorching hot.

Shi Yang lowered his head, the warm, dense scent of alcohol spreading across Zhao Meimei’s face as he asked, "Do you want me?"

Before Zhao Meimei could utter a response, she was enveloped in Shi Yang’s passionate and overwhelming kiss.

Shi Yang’s large hands roamed over Zhao Meimei’s body, driving her crazy.

Shi Yang slid down, repeatedly poking and prodding with his mouth, and Zhao Meimei was soon overwhelmed, writhing with an unmistakable yearning in her eyes.

Shi Yang climbed back up, whispering in Zhao Meimei’s ear, "Do you want me to make love to you passionately?"

Zhao Meimei’s throat rolled with an unspoken "um," forced out by Little Yang’s thrust.

Shi Yang gave it his all, eventually lifting Zhao Meimei up, arms firmly supporting her legs, his strong legs steadily holding them up....

Pain and numbness, pleasure and confusion flowed through every inch of her body, Shi Yang moved while looking down at Zhao Meimei.

Zhao Meimei met his gaze, his deep, passionate eyes, looking into the darkness but filled with something that completely melted Zhao Meimei’s heart.

Shi Yang’s breath slowly deepened, his heartbeat completely out of rhythm.

He heaved his chest, gazing at Zhao Meimei with obsession, gradually lowering his body with each movement, pressing Zhao Meimei’s hands to the sides, reaching out to entwine their fingers tightly.

His lips covered Zhao Meimei’s slightly parted lips, tightly entwining hers....

Shi Yang then lifted his head, letting out a low, hoarse growl from his throat.

Zhao Meimei’s body trembled violently, suddenly crying out, not from pain but with uncontrollable sobs of excitement....

Shi Yang collapsed on Zhao Meimei like a mountain falling, gradually calming his heavy breathing.

Shi Yang’s hands caressed Zhao Meimei’s back, inch by inch, her slender waist....These were all his, this body, which had brought a storm minutes ago, now lay delicate and soft, stirring endless tenderness in him, making him utterly captivated.

Zhao Meimei’s eyes were red, her gaze unfocused, slightly squinting, a certain laziness mixed with a hint of satisfaction.

"Does it feel good?" Shi Yang gently caressed Zhao Meimei’s face.

Zhao Meimei, her voice hoarse, softly murmured an affirmative, lavishly praising, "You’re really vigorous!"

Shi Yang couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his mouth curving into a satisfied smile as he pulled a wet wipe from the bedside cabinet, tenderly and thoroughly wiping Zhao Meimei’s face, body, and legs....

Having cleaned himself up too, Shi Yang slipped back into bed.

Zhao Meimei immediately burrowed into his embrace, Shi Yang lowered his head and gently kissed her face, his large hand resting on her waist, casually asking, "Why does it feel like you’re getting firmer here?"

Exhausted, Zhao Meimei murmured something unintelligible, burying her face in Shi Yang’s warm, broad chest, her consciousness blurring.

Shi Yang softly asked again, "Is there something you haven’t told me?"

Shi Yang spoke with a hint of emotion, "You’ve never hidden anything from me before, why do I suddenly feel like you’ve changed? I honestly hope you can tell me everything, as I’ve always been very understanding and forgiving of you...."

Shi Yang: "...."

"Meimei? Are you listening to me? Meimei?"

Looking down at Zhao Meimei, who was sleeping like a little pig in his arms, Shi Yang sighed helplessly.