His large hand showed no mercy as he smacked her bottom, his expression fierce and menacing. "I'm your fucking brother, how dare you treat me like this? After all these years I've been around, I still end up falling for your tricks?"
The sharp, rhythmic slaps shattered the intimate atmosphere. Her upturned bottom stung with pain and numbness, humiliation and shame washing over her as she struggled against him, kicking and flailing. Her face flushed a deep, vivid red.
"Chen Yi! Chen Yi!! Ah... it hurts..."
The feel of her firm bottom under his hand was exquisite. He alternated between kneading, pinching, and spanking, the slaps never ceasing, a twisted sense of pleasure rising in his heart as he cursed. "Do you remember how I used to discipline you when you were little? How dare you say those things to me? Tired of living, are you? You think I can't tell you're playing me? Deliberately toying with me? You've been away for a few years and think you're something special, coming back to show off? Using all your womanly tricks on me—does that make you feel real good, real excited? Huh?"
Tears welled in Miao Jing's eyes as she gritted her teeth. "Aren't you enjoying it too? While I was away, you let Tu Li wear my dress and get into bed with you. Then you secretly washed the dress afterward. Seems like you had your own kind of fun."
"Nothing happened. I stopped it." Her bringing it up again made him roar in fury. He delivered one final, harsh slap. "I fucking keep my word. Since you came back, when have I not been accommodating you?"
She lay limply yet stubbornly on the sofa, her bottom burning with pain, overwhelmed with shame. Her cherry lips and delicate brows were both pursed and twisted, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Chen Yi's face was livid with rage, his mind and body feeling torn apart, as if punctured by countless holes. Icy cold and scorching heat surged violently within him. Trembling uncontrollably, he frantically grabbed a cigarette box, shakily placing a filter between his lips and lighting it. As the flame ignited, he took several rapid, deep drags, then collapsed backward, finally feeling somewhat relieved.
His cold, sharp eyes were hidden behind thick, heavy smoke. Miao Jing's body pressed against his side, her face buried in disheveled hair. He held his arm stiffly. After half a cigarette, he loosened his belt buckle, relieving the agonizing pressure in his throbbing groin. With the cigarette dangling from his lips, he gave her a push, his tone flippant. "I'm not in the mood. Didn't you want to do it? Get on top yourself. Let's see how capable you are."
Pushed by him, Miao Jing shifted slightly, lifting her head a little. Her eyes were downcast, too drained for any real effort. She simply rested her head against his leg, occasionally blinking lightly, lips pressed together, silent and aloof as she curled into herself.
Chen Yi smoked two cigarettes in succession, the smoke filling the living room with a hazy gloom. The day had been unbearably agonizing, and he'd drunk heavily that night. Too exhausted to move, he sprawled across the sofa, his arm brushing against her cold, slender shoulder. She was curled into a small ball beside him, breathing steadily, eyes closed, silent. Hardening his heart, he dragged her into his arms, wedging her between the sofa and his body, his chest pressed against her back. He casually pulled over a sofa throw, shook it out, and covered them both before closing his eyes to sleep.
The not-so-spacious sofa was cramped, barely fitting two adults lying on their sides. Miao Jing's body gradually warmed from the heat of his behind her. The strong scents of tobacco and alcohol enveloped her smooth skin, distant yet familiar, bringing an unexpected sense of calm. Unconsciously, she drifted into sleep.
They dreamed similar dreams.On that sweltering summer day, in a room with tightly drawn curtains and dim lighting, the humming electric fan blew cool air, rustling their thin clothing as they lay entwined in sleep, cheeks pressed together, whispering secrets.
This intimate sleeping posture couldn’t last the entire night. Around two or three in the morning, they stirred from deep slumber, vaguely aware of each other’s presence in a half-dreamlike state. Unclear who initiated it first—a soft kiss by the ear, then wandering to the cheek, finally finding its way to tender lips, culminating in an intensely passionate kiss.
Half-asleep, their entangled breaths grew hazy and intoxicating, the delicate, sweet fragrance mingling with the faint scent of tobacco. Their bodies responded with instinctive pleasure, comfort, and subtle tremors, their mental and physical defenses completely lost in the joy of the kiss. It was a blurred moment between past and present, with no one wanting to discern which was which. A large hand roamed into the smooth space between her thighs, indulging in insatiable caresses and friction. A faint electric current coursed through their intertwined limbs as arousal quietly surfaced, pressing hotly into the tightly closed seam. Their bodies quivered slightly, and parted lips softly released suppressed gasps. Tender, deep kisses matched the powerful thrusts of his waist, escalating from a steady rhythm to rapid, urgent collisions. The pitch-black living room echoed with ambiguous sounds before fabric casually wiped away the moisture on their skin, and everything returned to silence.
Both with closed eyes, they breathed in soft, shallow pants, limbs entwined. He buried his face in her long hair, inhaling her scent, while she rested her head in the crook of his arm, nestled against him. Her fingers traced the smooth contours of his muscles as she murmured dreamily.
"What have you been doing all these years I was away?"
"Drifting, making money."
"And?"
"Playing around."
"Did you ever think of me?"
"Occasionally."
"Was there anything... special that happened?"
"No."
"Why did Bo Zai limp? What happened to that nightclub afterward? Where did you go after that..."
"Why bring up such things? I’m legitimate now, reformed."
He held her tighter and sank back into deep sleep. Miao Jing, with her eyes closed, curled up quietly beside him, her steady breaths lulling her back into dreams.
Chapter 28: This Bastard
After the incident of the broken door and window in the middle of the night, Chen Yi, along with a few brothers, scoured the area with grim expressions but found no leads. The densely populated residential area could easily hide a few perverts, yet no one usually dared to provoke Chen Yi. However, this year, he had repeatedly been frustrated because of Miao Jing. His friends, noticing his impatient and resigned expression, praised Yi Ge for his good deeds—his relationship with Miao Jing wasn’t obvious on the surface, and he rarely mentioned her in front of others. Every time he received a call from her, he would stand up with a stern face and curse under his breath. Many genuinely felt sorry for Yi Ge.
But everyone knew Miao Jing was an excellent student—the epitome of a well-behaved scholar, attending the best high school in Tengcheng. Some teased Chen Yi, calling it a forward investment, joking that once Miao Jing succeeded, she’d have to repay him somehow—at the very least with a banner or trophy. In the future, when Chen Yi prospered and started a company, he could recruit his brilliant sister and her husband as managers, and everyone would get rich under Yi Ge’s leadership. Chen Yi smacked the back of the speaker’s head and retorted, "Dream on."
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