"Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door" - Chapter 100: Confusion (H)

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Yan Yu carried Cheng Xiaoyu to the sink counter, lifted her head, and used a wet tissue to wipe her face, which looked like a little kitten's. After wiping it, he also treated the wound on her knee. Cheng Xiaoyu hissed in pain and pulled away. She lowered her head and said, "Let's go, I don't want to be here."
Yan Yu asked, "Your nose has stopped bleeding?"
"It's stopped flowing."
Yan Yu asked again, "What did Ye Lan just say to you?"
Cheng Xiaoyu jumped off the platform. "I didn't say anything, Yan Yu. I want to go home."
Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's wrist. "Who is that man?"
Cheng Xiaoyu didn't answer and walked straight towards the bathroom door.
Yan Yu's hand landed on the doorknob first. "He wouldn't happen to be your ex-boyfriend, would he?"
Cheng Xiaoyu's expression changed slightly. She tried to pry Yan Yu's hand away and leave, but Yan Yu wouldn't let go. "Cheng Xiaoyu, explain yourself clearly."
Seeing that she couldn't pry it open, Cheng Xiaoyu actually lowered her head and bit Yan Yu's hand. Yan Yu cried out in pain. Cheng Xiaoyu pushed open the door and tried to run out, but stopped in her tracks when she saw the figure opposite her.
The tall man leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, eyes downcast at the pattern on the carpet. He stood opposite the bathroom, and he must have heard everything they had just said.
Cheng Xiaoyu turned and left, still staring at the ground without looking up. "Cheng Xiaoyu, don't you want to say a single word to me?"
Cheng Xiaoyu turned around, her eyes already wet. "Chu Chen, what exactly do you want?"
The man looked up at Cheng Xiaoyu and slowly said, "I'm still your brother, you should at least say hello when you meet."
Cheng Xiaoyu looked at him silently. Yan Yu never expected such a twist of fate. This man was Cheng Xiaoyu's brother? He had never heard Cheng Xiaoyu mention him before. Yan Yu's gaze shifted from Cheng Xiaoyu's face to the man's. Upon closer inspection, their features did indeed resemble each other by three or four points. But what kind of brother and sister would look like this when they met?
Cheng Xiaoyu and the man stared at each other for more than ten seconds without saying a word. Finally, Cheng Xiaoyu spoke up, "Yan Yu, go ahead and wait for me. I'll just say a few words to him and then come over."
Yan Yu asked, "Is he really your brother?"
Cheng Xiaoyu's lips curled slightly. "Really, without a doubt."
Yan Yu sat on the steps in the courtyard waiting for Cheng Xiaoyu to come out. He sent Ye Lan a text message saying that he had taken Cheng Xiaoyu home and that she should take a taxi home herself, but Ye Lan did not reply. Yan Yu put away his phone and thought again about his attitude when he spoke to Chu Chen earlier. If he really was Cheng Xiaoyu's brother, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on him.
Ten minutes later, Cheng Xiaoyu hurriedly came out. Yan Yu stood up from the steps. "Are you done talking? Where's your brother?"
Cheng Xiaoyu wiped away the tears on her cheeks, took Yan Yu's hand, and said, "Let's go back."
Sitting in the car, Cheng Xiaoyu kept looking out the window and occasionally sobbed. Yan Yu asked her why her brother had a different surname and what Ye Lan had just said. Cheng Xiaoyu just shook her head and said, "Don't ask yet, my head hurts a little."
When Cheng Xiaoyu got home, she went upstairs to take a shower. Yan Yu could only quickly take a shower downstairs and then wait for Cheng Xiaoyu in the bedroom. Yan Yu didn't know what Ye Lan and Cheng Xiaoyu had talked about. He hesitated whether to call Ye Lan, but then thought better of it. He was also afraid that Ye Lan would use this as an excuse to make a fuss.
It took a while for Cheng Xiaoyu to come out of the bathroom. She was wearing a pale yellow nightgown, her wet hair was slightly curly, and her eyes were slightly red and swollen, giving her a pitiful look.
Yan Yu attentively took a dry towel and helped Cheng Xiaoyu dry her hair. Cheng Xiaoyu sat on the edge of the bed and let Yan Yu dry her hair. At this moment, she was so greedy for Yan Yu's gentleness, because she didn't know how much longer she could have this gentleness.
Yan Yu dried Cheng Xiaoyu's hair and then pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her swollen eyes with his fingers. "Why are you crying like this? What did Ye Lan say to you? Little ostrich, you can't believe what she says. She's sometimes too cunning."
Cheng Xiaoyu lowered her eyes and said, "She said you were together for more than two years, but you broke up because you went abroad."
Normally, Cheng Xiaoyu would have had a lot to ask Yan Yu, but now she didn't dare. The truth was too cruel, laid bare. What was she supposed to do now? Yan Yu owed Ye Lan. If a woman lost the right to be a mother, her life's happiness was likely ruined. It was normal for him to feel guilty, avoid the issue, and be unable to be ruthless. It was just that her role was too awkward. If she were proud enough, she should have turned and walked away. But how could she be proud now? She had run away to Rongcheng, thousands of miles away, just to escape Chu Chen, to erase the marks he had left on her body and heart. She was willing to pay any price. She didn't even mind having a one-night stand with a man who was somewhat presentable at a bar. But why, when the thing she feared most happened, did she become alone again? It all seemed like a joke played by fate, drawing a huge circle on the ground, and returning her to the starting point. A few months ago, she was so certain that Yan Yu was hers, but now she suddenly realized that he was very likely someone else's. Cheng Xiaoyu knew that she would not have the courage to face Chu Chen. Now she didn't know what to do.
Yan Yu was somewhat skeptical. "You're crying like this because of this?"
Cheng Xiaoyu said, "I cried because I was sad that you kept everything from me."
Yan Yu hugged Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "Xiaoyu, I swear I've only ever wanted to be with you from beginning to end. This was definitely my fault. I'm sorry, little ostrich, I've made you suffer."
Cheng Xiaoyu remained silent, staring at the silly ostrich doll sitting on the edge of the bed. Why could it always have that goofy expression? She wished she were an ostrich, burying her head so she couldn't see anything.
Yan Yu then asked, "Why have I never heard you mention your older brother? Doesn't he share your surname?"
He took his mother's surname.
"...He and you don't have the same mother?"
"No, he's an illegitimate child, which isn't something to be proud of, so I haven't told you."
Yan Yu naturally still had many questions in his mind, but seeing Cheng Xiaoyu's dejected expression, he didn't want to keep pressing her for answers. He decided to ask her about it later. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I didn't handle Ye Lan's matter well and hurt you. I promise I will never do it again."
Cheng Xiaoyu remained silent.
Yan Yu continued, "I was with Ye Lan in my second year of high school. I was too young then, and I didn't know the consequences of my actions. Ye Lan..." Yan Yu hesitated, unsure whether to tell the whole story. He figured Ye Lan hadn't told Cheng Xiaoyu everything about her past, otherwise, given Cheng Xiaoyu's personality, how could she have kept quiet? On one hand, he was afraid that if he didn't tell the truth, things might get complicated later; Ye Lan was a woman not to be underestimated. On the other hand, he was afraid that if he told Cheng Xiaoyu now, she wouldn't be able to handle so much shock. She already seemed very unwell, and if he dropped this bombshell, Cheng Xiaoyu might directly say she wanted to break up with him. He really didn't know what to do.
After thinking it over carefully, Yan Yu cautiously looked at Cheng Xiaoyu's expression and said, "In the second year of high school, Ye Lan..."
Suddenly, Cheng Xiaoyu pushed Yan Yu down onto the bed and kissed him forcefully.
"Xiaoyu?" Yan Yu's mouth was painfully hit by Cheng Xiaoyu's teeth. Cheng Xiaoyu then tugged at his vest. Her face was furrowed, her expression a mix of anxiety and blankness. Her hair tickled his cheek, and her soft chest heaved violently against him. Her fair little feet stretched out and swung back and forth on the bedside table, looking for the lamp switch. After pressing it a few times with her toes, she finally turned off the lamp with a snap.
The room was plunged into darkness. Cheng Xiaoyu propped herself up, took off her nightgown, and then unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. When her delicate breasts rubbed directly against Yan Yu's chest, Yan Yu let out a muffled groan. He rolled over and pinned Cheng Xiaoyu beneath him, quickly kicking off his pants. He kneaded her soft breasts with one hand and slipped the other inside her panties, scraping up and down between the folds. He kissed her sweet little mouth and whispered, "Little ostrich, don't be angry with me, I love you."
Cheng Xiaoyu moaned uncontrollably beneath his lips, her fair body writhing and struggling like a fish out of water. Her legs wrapped around his waist like vines, her tight opening sucking at his inserted fingers.
Yan Yu forcefully spread Cheng Xiaoyu's legs and pressed her onto the bed, then inserted another finger into her cherry-red slit, forcefully dilating and probing it. Yan Yu didn't like making love in the dark; he liked watching Cheng Xiaoyu's ecstatic expression beneath him. He leaned forward and turned on the bedside lamp again. Cheng Xiaoyu let out a soft moan and covered her face in the light. Yan Yu's two fingers moved up, down, left, and right, dilating Cheng Xiaoyu's vulva. Occasionally, one could see the tender, moist flesh inside slightly wriggling, and the two cute little petals trembling slightly at the entrance, like a small flower swaying in the wind and rain, making one want to ravage it even more forcefully.
Yan Yu used one hand to support Cheng Xiaoyu's buttocks, lifting her lower body high. He then extended his soft, hot tongue to lick her slightly erect clitoris, causing Cheng Xiaoyu to tremble and whimper like a kitten. Yan Yu then changed tactics, using his lips and tongue to bite and tease her delicate, sensitive clitoris. Each light bite from his sharp teeth sent a jolt of electric current through Cheng Xiaoyu's nerve endings, a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable. Cheng Xiaoyu's fair hands twisted on the sheets until her knuckles turned white, her high, firm breasts heaved sensually, and an alluring blush spread across her face. Yan Yu's tongue moved on to another spot, sliding down the wet red bean to the entrance, licking the two cute little petals, then reaching into that deep, sweet place to tease and pierce. Cheng Xiaoyu groaned and sobbed, gently rubbing her two delicate, erect nipples, her legs clamping Yan Yu's head, her hips twisting gently in an extremely alluring way, her breath coming in short gasps and glistening with fragrant sweat, "Yan Yu, I want it, mmm, give it to me..."
Yan Yu's tongue tingled slightly as it was gripped by the incredibly tight flesh of the clam. He drank a mouthful of nectar, and before he could swallow, drops of it slid down his sexy chin. He slowly withdrew his tongue from the small, watery slit. "Baby, what do you want?"
"I want you, mmm~ Yan Yu, I want you."
Cheng Xiaoyu's flushed face as she rubbed her nipples was so sexy that Yan Yu lost all willpower to continue teasing her. He knelt on the bed, lifted Cheng Xiaoyu's legs and placed them on his arms, then thrust his penis forcefully between her trembling petals.
Cheng Xiaoyu let out a long, comfortable sigh, reaching out to grip the cool headboard railing, her face buried in her arms as she breathed silently. Yan Yu began to thrust into her heavily, her beautiful breasts heaving up and down. He leaned down, turning her face, buried between the sheets and her arms, and kissed her profusely. "Little ostrich, is it good?"
Cheng Xiaoyu refused to answer him, but instead slightly raised her head and kissed him. Her tongue darted into his mouth, licking and exploring. Her vagina was so tight, like layers of vibrant velvet membrane, that it seemed to draw his very soul in. She breathed heavily in his ear, "Deeper, harder, Yan Yu, please, um..."

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