Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

Chapter 154 My Heart Starts to Ache Again

The stuffy heat from inside the room hit me, mixed with the scent of face cream, even stronger than before.

Xu Yuecheng paused.

Xiao Lan was standing in the narrow passage between the two single beds.

The grey polyester jacket had been thrown on the back of the chair; he was only wearing a tight white tank top and extremely short floral boxer shorts.

She was facing away from the door, her arms raised high, gathering her long, wavy hair into a bun behind her head.

This movement made her entire upper body tense up.

The hem of her vest was pulled up, revealing a section of her soft, tofu-like lower back.

The skin there was dazzlingly white.

As she tied her hair, the lines of her back rose and fell, a tautness honed from years of hard work, yet still retaining a woman's fullness.

Especially that breathtaking downward curve.

Round and plump, it has the shape of a ripe peach, making the wide floral shorts look full.

Xu Yuecheng felt a "boom" in his mind.

The vivid and fragrant scene before my eyes overlapped with that night in the east room.

It was the same silhouette, and even... there was more fabric now.

He could almost feel the lingering illusion in his palm—the smooth, warm touch of her hand when he was rubbing safflower oil that night, the resistance as his fingers sank into that soft flesh, and the suppressed moan in her throat.

Xu Yuecheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, making a "gulp" sound.

This is practically a death sentence for him.

Hearing the noise, Xiao Lan, who had just finished putting on the rubber band on her wrist, asked without turning her head, "The water's here?"

She turned around.

The tank top was worn close to the skin, and because of the movement just now, the neckline was slightly crooked.

The two bulging mounds of flesh on her chest swayed slightly as she turned around.

There was no concealment, no shyness.

She even tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and her eyes, glistening in the dim light, captivated him.

"Why don't you come in? Are you afraid I'll eat you?"

Xu Yuecheng's breath hitched, and he slammed the door shut behind him, locking it with a click.

He strode to the table, slammed the thermos down on it, making such a loud noise that the cups jumped.

"Eat me? I think you're trying to torture me to death."

Xu Yuecheng dared not look at her anymore. He grabbed his towel and headed towards the washroom, his voice hoarse as if he had sand in his mouth. "Hurry up and wash, then go to sleep."

Whether she sleeps with meat or vegetables is not up to her.

When Xu Yuecheng returned after washing up, the heat in the room had not yet dissipated.

I just took a ten-minute cold shower in the bathroom, but instead of extinguishing the fire in my body, the icy water only intensified it, and now I'm burning up and feeling anxious.

In the room, Xiao Lan was making the bed with her back to him.

Those floral boxer shorts stretched her buttocks taut, and with each movement of her hands, her slender waist twisted like a water snake, leaving two shallow dimples on her hips that made one dizzy.

Hearing the door close and lock, Xiao Lan didn't turn around, but patted the pillow hard.

"I'll sleep on the one inside."

She said lazily, "It's close to the window, so it's well-ventilated."

Xu Yuecheng didn't respond.

He took several large strides across.

He didn't stop until the tall shadow completely enveloped Xiao Lan.

There was only a thin layer of air between the two.

Just as Xiao Lan was about to straighten up, her waist tightened.

A large, hot hand suddenly grabbed me.

His large hands, calloused from years of gripping the steering wheel, pressed against the soft flesh of her side like a branding iron through her polyester tank top.

"ah……"

Xiao Lan trembled, and the bed sheet she had just straightened was creased again.

She didn't dodge; instead, she leaned back.

My back pressed tightly against a hard chest.

Xu Yuecheng's vest was still wet, sticking to her almost completely exposed back. The cool and hot sensation made her get goosebumps.

"Don't move."

Xu Yuecheng's voice was terribly hoarse.

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching Xiao Lan's earlobe, his hot breath drilling straight into the base of her neck.

"Didn't you complain of chest pain when you were in that room last time?"

He slid his palm up an inch along the waistline, and pressed his thumb aggressively on the ribcage with just the right amount of pressure.

"Is it ready now?"

Xiao Lan felt half of her body go numb.

This man is waiting for her here.

She bit her lower lip, and instead of swatting away the troublesome hand, she pushed her body back even further, her lower back rubbing against the hard hip bone.

That action was utterly provocative.

"Well……"

Xu Yuecheng let out a muffled groan as she rubbed against him.

The hand gripping her waist tightened suddenly.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Xu Yuecheng gritted his teeth, his other hand not idle either, bracing himself on the edge of the bed beside her, pulling her into his arms, "Does that safflower oil from last time still work? Or... shall I go to the trouble of giving you a good massage tonight?"

Xiao Lan turned her head to the side.

Their noses almost collided.

She looked at Xu Yuecheng's eyes, which were burning red with lust, and suddenly chuckled.

The laughter carried a hint of triumphant cunning and coquettishness.

"Okay."

She reached out and hooked her arm around Xu Yuecheng's neck, gently scratching his sweaty nape with her fingertips.

"Yuecheng, now that you mention it, I really do think..."

Xiao Lan grabbed that calloused hand, lifted it up, and pressed it down hard without any hesitation.

My hands are soft and sticky.

Beneath his palm, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

Boom, boom, boom.

Each beat was faster than the last, so loud that it made people's hands go numb.

Xiao Lan tilted her long neck back, her nose brushing against his stubble-covered chin, her hot breath hitting the back of his neck, making Xu Yuecheng's breath catch in his throat, and his large hand instinctively tried to pull away.

"Leap City".

Her voice was so hoarse it looked like she could squeeze water out of it, a hint of red appeared at the corner of her eyes, and she thrust her body forward sharply.

She pinched the back of his hand hard with her fingertips.

"The safflower oil from last time didn't work."

She stared intently at the man before her, her breath sweet and fragrant.

"It's all thanks to you."

"My heart... is starting to hurt again."