My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 201: Three Letters and Six Betrothal Gifts, A Marriage by Explicit Agreement. (Grand Finale Part 2)

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Three Letters and Six Betrothal Gifts, A Marriage by Explicit Agreement. (Grand Finale Part 2)

Fu Ying had no idea how long she had slept in the bridal room when she heard a bunch of men making a ruckus outside the door.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and the men had already entered the room.

Fu Ying rubbed her eyes and called out, "Brother."

Shen Liguang looked up at her, the way she called "Brother" tonight was particularly... particularly itch-inducing.

"Did they wake you up? Cen Jiaxiang and Zhao Zhi were causing a commotion outside, I sent them away."

His body smelled of alcohol, his eyes were hazy, his expression slightly drunk, and he leaned in to kiss her, but Fu Ying dodged, "You’ve been drinking."

"..." Shen Liguang looked at her intently, his eyes pitch black, suddenly raising his hand to the back of her head, pulling her over, his lips gently touching hers.

"It’s quite unbearable," he said in a low and slow voice, his breath moist and ambiguous, desire in his eyes, "Yingying... What should I do? I want..."

His breath was scorching hot, brushing across Fu Ying’s face, and suddenly she felt her lips dry. She shook her head: "No, it’s not right."

"Then be good tonight."

Fu Ying cast her eyes down, her cheeks slightly red, "It’s your problem, isn’t it? You can’t control yourself, and you blame me."

"If you behave, I’ll restrain myself, and we won’t have any trouble tonight."

"Okay." Fu Ying nodded, somewhat amused, then snuggled into his embrace to sleep.

He was a bit tormented and couldn’t fall asleep, gently playing with her fingers.

Looking at the ring on her finger, then stroking the White Jade Bracelet on her wrist, and finally watching a movie on his phone.

He kept moving, which also kept Fu Ying awake. She looked up at him, "Brother, what’s wrong?"

Shen Liguang’s eyes softened, finding her feigned ignorance amusing, "...You’ve become naughty."

Unable to contain herself, Fu Ying burrowed into his embrace, her laughter shaking against his chest.

Shen Liguang raised an eyebrow, suddenly flipping over to pin her down, his gaze lowering, "You’re provoking me."

Fu Ying pointed to her stomach, "If you don’t want to, feel free tonight."

His eyes darkened, he held her fair wrist, caressing it inch by inch, fingers interlocking with hers.

Seeing her smug little expression, Shen Liguang couldn’t help but laugh and say, "You think I wouldn’t dare, right?"

Fu Ying just realized something was off in his eyes, and before she could evade, he leaned down and kissed her lips, not deepening it, but his hand restlessly slid underneath her. Fu Ying’s body trembled as she began to struggle.

"I won’t dare anymore, I won’t dare from now on," she pleaded.

She felt his hand exploring a sensitive area, her voice weak and tearful near his ear, "Don’t be like this, calm down."

His eyes were profoundly intense, desire almost bursting forth, but he had to endure, hoarsely asking, "Can you still go on?"

Fu Ying’s eyes looked frightened, she quickly shook her head, her voice soft, weak, "I can’t."

"Provoke me again, and you’re on your own." His fierce warning as he threw off the covers and went into the bathroom, where he stayed for quite a while before coming out.

Fu Ying clutched the blanket, shrinking inside, feeling scared.

About half an hour later, he reentered the bedroom and lay back down.

Fu Ying, fearing he might lose his restraint, stayed by the window, far from him.

With Qibao, the fat cat, in between them.

Shen Liguang turned over to find Qibao with eyes closed, squatting in front of him; he frowned, reached out to pick up the cat and toss it to the foot of the bed.

Qibao mewed, its eyes holding a tinge of reproach.

He managed to behave for a while, Fu Ying had fallen asleep, but was suddenly pulled into his embrace in the midst of her dreams.

His body was burning hot, his breath scorching, his hand gently caressing her skin, his voice filled with desire and temptation, "Yingying?"

"Mhm."

"Help brother out."

"No."

His lips were pressed against her neck. Fu Ying couldn’t help but shiver, her cheeks unknowingly flushed, she struggled to escape, but he pulled her back again.

She shook her head, her face red, "No, I can’t, I’m so sleepy."

Holding her, he made her sit on him.

The position was too shameful, Fu Ying immediately lay down, wrapping her arms around his neck to rest on his shoulder, pleading in his ear.

"I’ve been up since five this morning, I’m really sleepy now."

"Be good, listen, I’ll buy you sweets tomorrow."

"Do you think sweets can make me give in? I’m not a three-year-old."

"In my eyes, you are a child."

Fu Ying lifted her head from his shoulder, looking timidly at him, "Then how can a child do such a thing?"

"..." Shen Liguang licked his lips, looking at her timid eyes, and realized the little thing was clear in logic, articulate, seizing any opportunity to dig in.

"I succumb to you."

Shen Liguang rolled to the side, gently laying her back on the bed.

Fu Ying pursed her lips, hiding a giggle.

The man hugged her a little tighter, his voice laced with laughter, but full of threat, "Keep laughing and I can make you cry."

Fu Ying immediately shrank into the blanket, obediently closing her eyes.

Through the gap in the curtains, moonlight spilled in, landing on the girl’s face. Shen Liguang slowly opened his eyes, laughter at the corners in the night.

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