Chapter 1082 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (80)
Just as Bai Weiwei hesitated over slapping Qi Chimu, then turning and leaving or rushing up and embracing him, Qi Chimu suddenly shifted his body.
His beautiful body, under the faint yellow light, held a different kind of temptation.
The long and slender legs, the smooth lines of his shoulder blades, the waist that could be said to be thin but already had a man’s strength, were arranged in a willful pose.
Qi Chimu seemed indifferent as he bared his neck, young and with the arrogance of a wild beast.
Then he slowly hooked his lips into a smile and gave her a faint look.
It was simply… a masculine charm.
Bai Weiwei’s face reddened, not out of anger, but of shyness.
She kept her eyes closed as she turned, as though to flee.
Qi Chimu stared at her retreating figure with some disappointment.
He had studied those erotic images for so long. Did she not feel anything after seeing?
But just as he thought this.
Bai Weiwei reached the table, clasped the whip in her hand, then turned back.
Her face held no expression, though it still held a flush, resembling a red plum in snow.
Then, with a pa!, the whip struck the ground.
“You asked for it yourself, bastard.”
Saying that, she quickly approached the bed and climbed up. Then she straddled his waist and seated herself on his body.
Her body was rigidly straight as she arrogantly lifted her chin, looking down in disdain.
This coldly indifferent appearance was good in Qi Chimu’s eyes, better than her disregard.
Naturally, mutual love-hate was better.
Suddenly, Bai Weiwei lifted his chin with the whip handle, forcing him to look at her.
“Want me to get revenge? I want you to cry and beg me and call me great aunt1.”
Qi Chimu gave a hollow smile. “Great aunt…”
Her courage was growing bigger.
But halfway through smiling, Qi Chimu was stunned.
Bai Weiwei reached out and softly loosened her collar, exposing a small stretch of exquisite, white skin below the neck.
She removed the hairpin in her hair, and long hair cascaded down. The tail ends of her eyes were red, overflowing with charm.
Then the corners of her lips curled up, and her fingers hooked into her collar, slowly pulling it apart.
Revealing within her disheveled clothes a crescent moon and white peony dudou2.
Qi Chimu felt his brain go blank. His eyes could only stay fixed on her.
He had had a taste of her.
Having felt her body, he knew that every inch of her skin was beautiful.
The rounded shape formed by her dudou caused his fingers to curl uncontrollably in his desire to grab.
Bai Weiwei seemed unaware of his gaze. Her fingers had already hooked into the strings on the back of her dudou.
Qi Chimu’s throat bobbed. He felt as though his tongue was on fire, burning him where he felt agitated.
Bai Weiwei suddenly looked at him and sneered. Her fingers stopped moving.
Qi Chimu didn’t make a sound, but all the muscles in his body were tense, and a fine layer of sweat lined his forehead.
Just when he thought she would stop, not allowing him to see.
Bai Weiwei abruptly yanked the strap, and the dudou fell down.
His pupils shrank minutely, and his breath caught.
Just as the pale, glowing softness was about to be revealed, one arm crossed the chest, catching the dudou.
Qi Chimu felt as though his mood was running back and forth between heaven and hell, with great bitterness and even more joy.
She was seated on top of him. Her beautiful shoulders and slender figure were slim and delicate, soft and boneless.
The clothes completely fell down to her waist, revealing a delicate willow waist and a shallow belly button.
And the abdomen was partially covered, deadlier than being fully exposed.
He sweated more profusely. His mouth was dry.
“Weiwei, you really do want me to die ba.”
How could she torture him so? He would rather she take up the whip.
And not bully him like this ah.
1: 姑奶奶: father’s paternal aunt. In this case, not meant literally but as a way to establish that Bai Weiwei is superior to Qi Chimu in hierarchy.↩
2: 肚兜: a belly wrap or cover that was traditionally used to flatten the breasts or preserve stomach qi (in TCM). It’s als a form of undergarment for traditional Chinese clothing .↩
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Chapter 1082 The Reborn Young Master’s Pampered Cousin (80)
Just as Bai Weiwei hesitated over slapping Qi Chimu, then turning and leaving or rushing up and embracing him, Qi Chimu suddenly shifted his body.
His beautiful body, under the faint yellow light, held a different kind of temptation.
The long and slender legs, the smooth lines of his shoulder blades, the waist that could be said to be thin but already had a man’s strength, were arranged in a willful pose.
Qi Chimu seemed indifferent as he bared his neck, young and with the arrogance of a wild beast.
Then he slowly hooked his lips into a smile and gave her a faint look.
It was simply… a masculine charm.
Bai Weiwei’s face reddened, not out of anger, but of shyness.
She kept her eyes closed as she turned, as though to flee.
Qi Chimu stared at her retreating figure with some disappointment.
He had studied those erotic images for so long. Did she not feel anything after seeing?
But just as he thought this.
Bai Weiwei reached the table, clasped the whip in her hand, then turned back.
Her face held no expression, though it still held a flush, resembling a red plum in snow.
Then, with a pa!, the whip struck the ground.
“You asked for it yourself, bastard.”
Saying that, she quickly approached the bed and climbed up. Then she straddled his waist and seated herself on his body.
Her body was rigidly straight as she arrogantly lifted her chin, looking down in disdain.
This coldly indifferent appearance was good in Qi Chimu’s eyes, better than her disregard.
Naturally, mutual love-hate was better.
Suddenly, Bai Weiwei lifted his chin with the whip handle, forcing him to look at her.
“Want me to get revenge? I want you to cry and beg me and call me great aunt1.”
Qi Chimu gave a hollow smile. “Great aunt…”
Her courage was growing bigger.
But halfway through smiling, Qi Chimu was stunned.
Bai Weiwei reached out and softly loosened her collar, exposing a small stretch of exquisite, white skin below the neck.
She removed the hairpin in her hair, and long hair cascaded down. The tail ends of her eyes were red, overflowing with charm.
Then the corners of her lips curled up, and her fingers hooked into her collar, slowly pulling it apart.
Revealing within her disheveled clothes a crescent moon and white peony dudou2.
Qi Chimu felt his brain go blank. His eyes could only stay fixed on her.
He had had a taste of her.
Having felt her body, he knew that every inch of her skin was beautiful.
The rounded shape formed by her dudou caused his fingers to curl uncontrollably in his desire to grab.
Bai Weiwei seemed unaware of his gaze. Her fingers had already hooked into the strings on the back of her dudou.
Qi Chimu’s throat bobbed. He felt as though his tongue was on fire, burning him where he felt agitated.
Bai Weiwei suddenly looked at him and sneered. Her fingers stopped moving.
Qi Chimu didn’t make a sound, but all the muscles in his body were tense, and a fine layer of sweat lined his forehead.
Just when he thought she would stop, not allowing him to see.
Bai Weiwei abruptly yanked the strap, and the dudou fell down.
His pupils shrank minutely, and his breath caught.
Just as the pale, glowing softness was about to be revealed, one arm crossed the chest, catching the dudou.
Qi Chimu felt as though his mood was running back and forth between heaven and hell, with great bitterness and even more joy.
She was seated on top of him. Her beautiful shoulders and slender figure were slim and delicate, soft and boneless.
The clothes completely fell down to her waist, revealing a delicate willow waist and a shallow belly button.
And the abdomen was partially covered, deadlier than being fully exposed.
He sweated more profusely. His mouth was dry.
“Weiwei, you really do want me to die ba.”
How could she torture him so? He would rather she take up the whip.
And not bully him like this ah.
1: 姑奶奶: father’s paternal aunt. In this case, not meant literally but as a way to establish that Bai Weiwei is superior to Qi Chimu in hierarchy.↩
2: 肚兜: a belly wrap or cover that was traditionally used to flatten the breasts or preserve stomach qi (in TCM). It’s als a form of undergarment for traditional Chinese clothing .↩
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