My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 71. Lock it up, lock it up.

Chapter 70. Close it, close it.

Cheng Qingzhi's excited palms were wet, obediently complying. The temperature in the cold room slowly rose, accompanied by intermittent gasps.

After a long time, Cheng Songer finally let go of him. The tightly pressed lips slowly separated, leaving behind a hint of ambiguity.

"Songer. . ." Cheng Qingzhi's eyes were blurred and intoxicated, his flushed cheeks showing both embarrassment and eagerness to go deeper. His fingers had even reached her waistband, just a little more force and he could undo her belt in an instant.

Cheng Songer smiled, tucking the stray hair beside his temple behind his ear. Unable to resist, she planted a kiss on the soft skin behind his ear. "Not now, it's too dirty here."

Perhaps Cheng Qingzhi didn't mind.

But having lived in someone else's house, with dust all over the room, she wasn't interested in hastily taking his precious first time here.

Cheng Qingzhi nodded, his eyes filled with emotional glimmers.

The whole afternoon, Cheng Songer helped Cheng Qingzhi clean up the house.

Cheng Qingzhi originally didn't want her to do these chores, but with a nearly 300-square-meter house, unlike the dilapidated ancestral home in Cheng's village, it took a lot of effort to tidy up, especially since many heavy objects in the store needed her to move.

After working for the whole afternoon, Cheng Songer's back was sore and she was covered in sweat.

Cheng Qingzhi dampened a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Finally finished cleaning, Songer, take a rest."

Cheng Songer nodded and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard. She was about to massage her own shoulders when a pair of gentle hands climbed onto her shoulders. Long, slender, and fair fingers firmly kneaded her shoulders.

"Feels so good. . ." Cheng Songer sighed with satisfaction, unconsciously leaning her shoulders back, lazily resting against his chest. It was like a wealthy landlord lazily relying on his concubine, greedily eating tofu.

Cheng Qingzhi's earlobes blushed like moist jade.

After the recent intimacy, his collar was slightly disheveled. Cheng Songer rested her head on his chest, and the fine strands of her hair slipped through the gaps in his collar, tickling his heart like vines transforming into mischievous fairies, causing a strong tingling sensation.

"You must be tired too." Cheng Songer turned around and naturally embraced his waist, smiling. "Sit down, I'll massage you."

Cheng Qingzhi blushed and his heart raced. How could he let Cheng Songer massage his shoulders?

However, I can't control the increasing intimacy with Cheng Songer, the closer and more intimate thoughts.

Cheng Songer hugged his waist tightly, feeling how slender he was.

She slowly stood up and pecked his chin, saying, "Come, let me show you my skills."

Just as Cheng Songer was about to hold Cheng Qingzhi's hand and press him onto the stone stool, Yashang rushed in from outside, babbling.

Before the two could react, Yashang ran directly into the backyard.

When she saw Cheng Qingzhi sitting in front of Cheng Songer, her eyes almost popped out.

Cheng Qingzhi's eyes flashed with disgust. Any woman's gaze, except for Cheng Songer's, made him feel nauseous and want to vomit.

He turned and entered the house, closing the door tightly without leaving any gaps, not giving Yashang a chance to peek.