mesbooks Chapter 132 Then you're not allowed to yell at me!
Chapter 132 Then you're not allowed to yell at me!
Shen Qingyao sat alone in a booth, her fingers flying across her phone screen, the deafening music still lingering in her ears. "Ayu~"
She bit her lip. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have run away without telling you."
Shen Qingyao watched her roommates dancing in the ball pit, "My roommate invited me at the last minute, and I really couldn't refuse~"
"I'm afraid you won't agree."
"Besides, I also need to socialize."
After sending those messages, she felt it wasn't enough. She paused, then added, "Ayu, please don't be angry, okay?"
"I'll definitely let you know in advance next time and listen to you obediently."
Meng Jiangyu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass, one hand in his pocket, looking at the information on his phone, and chuckled softly, "This little thing has a knack for taming people."
"I'll be waiting for you at the top of the stairs on the second floor."
Shen Qingyao turned to look at the second floor, where Meng Jiangyu exuded an air of superiority. "Okay~ then you're not allowed to yell at me, okay?"
"Scold you?" The man chuckled softly, a hint of indulgent helplessness in his voice. "Shen Qingyao, tell me, when have I ever truly been harsh with you?"
Shen Qingyao curved her lips into a smile, gave a soft "humph" to her phone, and couldn't hide her joy: "I know, I know, Ayu is the best."
Shen Qingyao glanced at her roommates who were still dancing and sent a message in the group chat.
She turned and headed towards the second floor. The security guard at the top of the stairs respectfully let her through, saying, "Ms. Shen, please."
Shen Qingyao raised her chin. "Thank you."
Meng Jiangyu stood at the top of the stairs on the second floor, watching her walk over step by step.
As Shen Qingyao climbed the steps, she looked up at him and said, "Ayu, why are you staring at me so intently?"
"This place is a mixed bag; I can't let you out of my sight."
Meng Jiangyu took Shen Qingyao's hand and led her to the innermost room on the second floor. "Where are we going?"
"My lounge," Meng Jiangyu explained.
Shen Qingyao stopped in her tracks, refusing to move forward. "What are we going to do there?"
Princess Meng Jiangyu picked up Shen Qingyao and carried her inside, saying, "Of course, mistakes must be punished."
The click of the door locking the door rang out, and Meng Jiangyu's tense aura suddenly broke, his surging emotions transforming into a burning possessiveness.
Almost instinctively, he pulled Shen Qingyao tightly into his arms, his large, well-defined hands gripping the back of her neck, and his burning kisses fell haphazardly upon her.
He caressed her reddened earlobe, his calloused fingertips brushing against her delicate neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Shen Qingyao was lifted up by him, and the feeling of weightlessness made her subconsciously tighten her legs. Her slender legs hooked firmly around his strong waist and abdomen, like supple vines entwining a tall pine tree.
Her fingertips dug into the thick hair at the back of his neck, her silky long hair brushing against his cheek, and soft moans mixed with gasps spilled from the corners of her lips, all of which were brutally swallowed by him.
As their lips met, she could taste the faint, cool scent of cedar on his body, mixed with a subtle hint of tobacco—a unique and reassuring aroma belonging to Meng Jiangyu.
Meng Jiangyu's kiss was somewhat restrained, his teeth lightly tapping her lower lip, biting her as if in punishment, but when she trembled and frowned, he instantly softened his strength, turning it into a delicate and tender caress.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his rough fingertips repeatedly caressing her lips, which were reddened from being kissed, his voice hoarse as if tempered with fire: "Baby~"
His fingertips slid to her waist and pinched her lightly, with a hint of punishment.
"Running off to a place like this without a word, what am I supposed to do if something happens?"
Shen Qingyao's nose tingled, and her eyes reddened slightly. She tilted her head back to kiss his taut jawline, her tongue gently licking his prominent Adam's apple. Her voice was heavy with a wet, coquettish tone: "You know you were wrong... don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Her fingertips traced gentle circles on his back, her voice as soft as water, "I promise, next time I'll tell you in advance before going out, and I'll never sneak around again."
The man chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through their pressed skin, carrying a hint of helpless indulgence.
He rolled over and pinned her against the cold door, his burning palms pressed against her lower back, exuding an undeniable control, yet softening his grip gently when he touched her skin.
He looked down into her glistening eyes, his fingertips brushing against the corners of her reddened eyes, his voice deep and tender: "Wrong? How should I punish you, hmm?"
Half an hour later, Shen Qingyao was so tired that she said, "Ayu, I really have no strength left."
A lingering melancholy filled Meng Jiangyu's eyes, and his voice was terribly hoarse: "Don't let this happen again!"
Shen Qingyao's cheeks were still flushed, her nose brushing against his chin, her voice as soft as cotton candy: "I know... I'll definitely tell you in advance next time. If you say go east, I'll never go west."
Meng Jiangyu scoffed, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, then flipped over and pinned Shen Qingyao down.
Shen Qingyao raised her hand to encircle his neck, pulled his head down, and their noses touched, their breaths mingling.
Meng Jiangyu's gaze fell on her moist lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, his breath grew hotter, and his palm pressed against her lower back.
The lounge afterwards was filled with a faint, warm fragrance, and the curtains were drawn tightly, preventing any of the noise from the bar from getting in.
Shen Qingyao nestled in Meng Jiangyu's arms, her cheek pressed against his warm chest, her long eyelashes drooping, her breathing as shallow as that of a weary cat.
Her fingertips were faintly red, and she didn't even have the strength to move them. She only let out a soft hum, as if in response to the kiss that landed on the top of her head.
Meng Jiangyu looked down at the languid appearance of the person in his arms, the tenderness in his eyes still lingering. He tightened his arms around her, his fingertips gently caressing her fragrant shoulders. His movements were gentle, but a layer of frost gradually settled between his brows and eyes.
He freed one hand, reached for his phone lying on the sofa, and precisely dialed Jason's number without even lifting his eyelids.
The call was answered quickly, and Jason's usual calm voice came from the other end: "Boss."
Meng Jiangyu closed his eyes, his jawline taut and sharp, his voice as cold as ice, a stark contrast to the gentleness he had shown when kissing Shen Qingyao: "When Yao Yao went out tonight, none of her bodyguards noticed."
He spoke slowly, but each word carried an undeniable air of authority. As the last syllable faded, Shen Qingyao in his arms seemed startled and snuggled closer to him. He subconsciously loosened his grip, but his voice remained icy: "Deal with these people."
"In addition," he paused, his thin lips parted slightly, a dark glint flashing in his eyes, "we'll send over another team."
Jason responded readily on the other end: "Okay."
"Hmm." Meng Jiangyu responded indifferently, hung up the phone casually, and tossed the phone back into the corner of the sofa.
He looked down at the person sleeping peacefully in his arms, his fingertips brushing against her flushed cheeks. The coldness in his eyes faded away, leaving only an overwhelming tenderness.
He leaned down and placed a very light kiss on her forehead.