Lin Xiaomi felt that her heart was about to jump off her chest. She had never felt so nervous in her whole lifetime.
Her heart was filled with a sense of joy and excitement which she found hard to conceal. And her hand was trembling when she took off the mask.
But all those feelings were gone when she saw a totally strange face, as if someone had thrown cold water on them.
Lin Xiaomi looked at that completely unfamiliar face in bewilderment.
How could it be?!
Her eyes had welled up and now the tears all poured out at once.
Now she finally knew what it felt like to be desperate after losing hope.
She thought that…
Leng Yihuang looked at her calmly, “What? You’re disappointed?”
As if she were put in a trance, Lin Xiaomi didn’t respond, letting her tears fall off her cheeks.
Frowning, Leng Yihuang grabbed her chin and gently pulled her closer to him. He said with a flash of light in his eyes, “Who do you think is behind this mask, hmm? Tell me.”
Lost in thought, Lin Xiaomi just looked at him. Her trembling hand was still on his face, feeling the warmth of his smooth skin.
She even pinched his face but he was not Lin Hai.
Seeing that her tears kept coming out of her eyes as if it were worth nothing and failing to wipe them away, Leng Yihuang drew his eyebrows even closer. He moved over and said coaxingly, “Who did you think I was? Your roommate slash boyfriend?”
He observed her facial expressions keenly and chuckled, “I thought you didn’t like him.”
“What does he mean to you, hmm?” Looking meaningful, he questioned her further.
Still Lin Xiaomi just looked at him as if put in a trance, and suddenly she put her hands under his arms.
All of a sudden, Leng Yihuang’s body stiffened.
As if she had found something amazing, Lin Xiaomi’s dull eyes finally moved and she started to tickle him with her delicate hands.
Without making so much effort, Leng Yihuang grabbed both of her hands so she couldn’t do that anymore.
“Stop it!” He shouted.
But it seemed that Lin Xiaomi failed to hear that. She struggled forcibly and didn’t care if she hurt herself. Seeing the bruise on the back of her hand, Leng Yihuang felt bad and he loosened his grip upon her hands. And before he knew it, she threw herself on top of him.
And without giving him the chance to protest, she started kissing him!
Even Leng Yihuang was caught off guard faced with a woman going wild.
With her eyes closed, Lin Xiaomi stuck out her tongue to outline his lips the way Lin Hai used to do to her.
It was rare that she took the imitative and Leng Yihuang was more than happy to enjoy it.
Her soft and cool hand went inside his pajamas, crawled upwards from his waist and stopped where his sensitive areas were.
He thought only he was familiar with her body?
Soon enough Leng Yihuang was turned on. He suddenly turned over and got on top of her, turning himself into the one in control. And he started sucking her tongue as if he were starving.
Like crazy, Lin Xiaomi bit his lip and both of them tasted the sweetness and metallic flavor of the blood.
It could be seen in Leng Yihuang’s eyes that he quite enjoyed it. He murmured while kissing her, “I didn’t know you had a taste for blood.”
He chuckled, turned his head sideways and kissed her with passion. Between their teeth and lips was the taste of blood.
Leng Yihuang couldn’t wait to take off her clothes and what surprised him was that Lin Xiaomi was quite cooperative.
His big hand slid below her waist and he was ready to take off her trousers. But when he touched something thick and wet, his body became stiff.
His member which had been so proud froze too.
“Shit!” He swore in a low voice.
He forgot that her period had come!
He looked at the woman in his arms. She was so seductive and attractive. Her hair lay loosely on the sheet and her plump lips were marked by his kisses.
He thought if he looked at her for one more second, he might not be able to control himself!
He rushed into the bathroom to get a cold shower as if he were a deserter.
Lin Xiaomi lay still on the bed, listening to his quiet swearing, his frantic footsteps as he ran away and the splash from the bathroom.
Suddenly she started laughing.
She kept laughing till she cried.
You jerk! Jerk!
He still wouldn’t admit it! He thought she wasn’t familiar with his body?
She knew full well where his sensitive areas were.
She didn’t believe that she could find two men who had so much in common in this world.
This idea had never crossed her mind before, but now when she thought about it, she could find tons of evidence to prove that he was Lin Hai!
That jerk, he teased her when he stayed in her apartment.
Now he was teasing her by wearing that damn mask.
Was it fun to see her all alone and desperate?
He did all this just to hear her say how much Lin Hai meant to her.
Well, she wouldn’t say it no matter what!
Lin Xiaomi thought so with resentment, but her lips curled up slightly.
Though she didn’t know what he did to change his face completely, but she was certain that he was Lin Hai.
Playing a game with me, huh?
Humph, wait and see!
And that damn Tang Fengmo!
You all wait and see!
When he finished taking the shower, he came out to see that she was fully dressed and sound asleep on one side of the bed.
And her lips curled up as if she had thought of something good.
What an ungrateful woman! She seduced him when her period had come.
She turned him on but couldn’t sexually satisfy him. While he had to take a cold shower, she fell asleep like nothing had happened.
The more he thought about it, the madder he got. He couldn’t help reaching out to pinch her tender cheek.
It might appear to be a hard pinch, but in fact it was quite a gentle one.
His fingertips lingered on her smooth skin, but seeing that she was so sound asleep, he didn’t want to wake her up.
Quietly, he walked outside and got Cheng Jie to redress his wounds.
The truth was, Lin Xiaomi wasn’t sleeping at all.
How could she fall asleep?
She kept recalling what had happened these days. Faced with what was inconceivable, she needed a reason to make herself believe that he was Lin Hai.
No, Leng Yihuang.
His real name.
What on earth was his identity?
When Leng Yihuang came back to the bedroom after his wounds were redressed, Lin Xiaomi was sprawling on the bed.
The bed was 2.5 meters wide, but she slept across it and left no room for him.
He found it both annoying and laughable. Gently he carried her and put her down onto one side of the bed. Seeing that her face was red as a ripe apple, he couldn’t help lowering his head and biting it.
It was so tender that he wanted to swallow it.
“Ouch!” Still asleep, she frowned and said in a girlish way.
Hearing that, Leng Yihuang let go of her cheek and kissed the corner of her mouth, “That was for turning me on and not satisfying me.”
Insensible, Lin Xiaomi moved subconsciously towards where it was warm. Her soft and petite body kept nudging him and her delicate legs fell upon his waist in an unladylike way. Somehow the buttons on the collar of her pajamas were unfastened, so he could see her deep cleavage just by slightly lowering his eyes.