My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 92. Wind Urges Rain to Fall

Chapter 91. The Wind Drives the Rain

Cheng Songer lifted her head from Cheng Qingzhi's neck, her fingers resting on the belt around his waist.

Cheng Qingzhi's heart pounded like a drum, his chest continuously rising and falling, only one step away.

She just needed to pull the belt slightly, and her clothes would come undone.

But unfortunately, at such a crucial moment, at this final step, Cheng Qingzhi felt unwilling.

"Is something wrong? Let me go check," Cheng Songer released her hand from his waist and turned her gaze towards the outside.

Cheng Qingzhi grabbed her hand and pressed it against his waist, a blush spreading from his neck to his ears. "There shouldn't be anything major. . . If there were, Xiaozhi would have called us."

He had prepared everything for today, even wearing something special inside. . . Seeing the atmosphere reaching its climax, only one step away, how could he bear to let Cheng Songer leave?

"It's better to go and check," Cheng Songer patted Cheng Qingzhi's hand, signaling him to let go. She got off the bed and approached Xiaozhi's room, asking, "What happened?"

Xiaozhi got up from the ground, holding onto his buttocks. Looking at the sleeping Qinyu inside, he scratched his head and half-doubtfully replied, "Nothing, I think I accidentally fell off the bed while sleeping."

Cheng Songer felt relieved. "Just be careful and don't fall again."

"Okay," Xiaozhi responded softly, worried about waking up Qinyu. He climbed back onto the bed quietly and covered himself with the blanket.

Before falling asleep, he wondered why he used to sleep so soundly, but as he grew older, he started rolling off the bed. How did he end up under the bed?

However, Xiaozhi didn't know that after he closed his eyes and fell back asleep, Qinyu slowly opened his tightly shut eyes, his expression dark and unclear.

When Cheng Songer returned to the master bedroom, Cheng Qingzhi had already crawled into the bed, with only his head exposed. His phoenix eyes stared straight at her, a mixture of anticipation and timidity, resembling a little dog waiting for affection.

"Is Xiaozhi okay?" he asked, his thin lips slightly parted.

"Well, it's nothing, just had a bad sleeping position and fell off the bed." Cheng Songer took off her outer garment.

"That's good. . . Come in and sleep quickly, it's getting late." Cheng Qingzhi lifted a corner of the blanket, nervously gripping the bedding.

Cheng Songer entered smoothly, feeling something was off when she got into bed.

Why was the place her palm touched so slippery and soft? She touched it again and heard Cheng Qingzhi's deep voice in her ear.

"You-" Cheng Songer swallowed, her almond-shaped eyes slightly widened. "How. . . How did you. . ."

"You said after the wedding dress was ready, it would be our bridal chamber. I. . . I'm ready." Cheng Qingzhi's tender lips trembled slightly due to nervousness.

Cheng Qingzhi's body half-supported, the blanket slipped from his shoulder to his waist. Cheng Songer finally saw that he had put on the wedding attire without her noticing. Not only did he put it on, but he intentionally exposed his snow-white and delicate chest, with the central line of his abdominal muscles extending to the shallow groove of his waist, slightly held by the belt.

His thick black hair was half-tied and half-loose, secured with a loosely adorned golden hairpin she had bought before. The red hairband was tied on, and as he just got up, the hairband and his black hair slid down to his shoulders.