My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 57. Chapter 56. Eating meat, eating meat.

Chapter 56. Eating Meat, Eating Meat

Cheng Qingzhi looked at her incredulously.

"Are you unwilling to marry me?" Cheng Songer asked, caressing his face.

"I am willing! I am willing!" Cheng Qingzhi nodded desperately, almost biting his tongue.

He had thought that being able to serve Cheng Songer was already the greatest fortune in his life, given his lowly status.

He only hoped to stay by Songer's side, serving her as a slave, taking care of her daily needs during the day, warming her bed at night, and doing everything he could to satisfy her.

Even if in the future, Songer found a noble man she admired, he had already prepared himself to kneel and beg for his mercy, as long as he could stay by Cheng Songer's side, he would do anything.

If, if Songer could grant him the favor and allow him to have children with her, to have a continuous lineage, he would be even more ecstatic.

But his shallow and self-deprecating heart never dared to dream of becoming her rightful husband.

He never expected that Cheng Songer would actually bring it up herself. Overwhelmed with joy, his mind was filled with excitement. He wanted to scream hysterically to relieve the overwhelming surge of love, but the next second, tears burst out uncontrollably like a floodgate opening.

Cheng Songer gently comforted him with patience, knowing that these words were difficult to accept for a moment.

After experiencing so much this night, they finally broke through this barrier. Cheng Songer was very happy.

After finally calming him down from crying, she touched his swollen eyes and softly said, "It's late, rest early, or you won't be able to wake up tomorrow."

Cheng Qingzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes, washed by tears, were as clear as water. "Then. . . can I be closer to Songer?" He held onto Cheng Songer's waistband, tightly biting his lip, timidly explaining, "I. . . I feel a bit cold."

"Cold? It's June now."

At night, she slept so hot that she wanted to strip naked.

But who could refuse the request of a cute little one who took the initiative to get closer? After all, she was a normal woman.

"Okay." So she nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Qingzhi's lips curled up slightly with a smile, full of scars, rubbing against his own pillow, rubbing, rubbing against Cheng Songer's pillow.

When lying next to her, Cheng Qingzhi's corners of the mouth were always upturned, as if his heart was filled with candy, with no worries in his eyes, completely trusting, leaning against her.

He boldly reached out and hooked her finger.

Cheng Songer did not refuse.

Cheng Qingzhi smiled even more happily, the curve of his lips carrying a moist charm.

With her silent consent, he became more audacious, like vines beginning to climb up her arm.

However, Cheng Songer soon regretted it.

At this moment, the two of them were basically sharing a bed. Cheng Qingzhi, who was asleep, looked like an insecure baby, with a thin blanket covering him, clearly showing his body curled up like a small shrimp.

He tightly hugged his own arm, like a little dog tightly holding its favorite bone, burying his body in her embrace, the scorching body temperature tightly adhering to the almost overheated air of the midsummer night.