"Wrong Elevator, Wrong Door" - Chapter 61, "The Book of Songs: The Female Rogue" (H)

It was almost midnight when Yan Yu saw Wen Si and the others off. He took a shower in the downstairs bathroom and when he returned upstairs, Cheng Xiaoyu was still showering. Besides the sound of water, he could hear Cheng Xiaoyu's cheerful singing from the bathroom: "In the green forest, there are trees and flowers, no informers and no police. I'm a great thief, I'm not afraid of anything! Life is so carefree, I'm happy all day long, hahahahaha..."
Yan Yu plopped down on the bed, clearly annoyed. Look how happy she is! She had just spun Wen Si around in her arms, acting as if Yan Yu didn't exist!
When Cheng Xiaoyu came out of the shower, Yan Yu was sitting on the bed reading a book. He didn't even look up when he saw her. Cheng Xiaoyu found it amusing. Was he still angry? She dried her hair, sat down at the vanity, opened her bottles and jars, applied the products to her face, and then sat on the bed and said, "I'm turning off the light."
Yan Yu hummed in agreement, closed the book in her hand, and placed it on the bedside table.
Cheng Xiaoyu turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. The two of them quietly pulled the covers over themselves, and before ten seconds had passed, Cheng Xiaoyu reached out from under the covers and poked Yan Yu's waist.
Yan Yu asked sullenly, "What?"
Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Why are you so quiet today?"
"How can I sleep if it's not quiet?"
"Don't we need to be affectionate before going to sleep?" Cheng Xiaoyu asked without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
Yan Yu got angry at her playful tone. He turned over and looked at Cheng Xiaoyu's face, saying, "Cheng Xiaoyu, I'm not trying to be mean, but what kind of behavior was it when you and Wen Si were hugging like that?"
Cheng Xiaoyu laughed and said, "So that's what's bothering you. If you're unhappy, just say so. Why are you sulking?"
Yan Yu snorted, "If I say anything, you, Miss Cheng, will surely say that whoever you want to hug is your basic human right, and I have no right to interfere."
Cheng Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Yes, you understand me more and more. I would usually say that. But I'm in a good mood today, so I won't say it like that."
Yan Yu said, "It's just a ball game, and you're this happy."
Cheng Xiaoyu chuckled and said, "It's just a ball game. You're angry with me for losing. I'm embarrassed for you." As she spoke, she reached out and scratched Yan Yu's face with her finger.
Yan Yu grabbed Cheng Xiaoyu's fingers. "I'm not angry."
Cheng Xiaoyu said, "You're just angry. You're angry that my Barcelona beat your Real Madrid, and you're even envious of me hugging and celebrating with my teammates. Who told your Real Madrid to be so disappointing? If you had won, you could have hugged Bi Xiang and Li Bowen to your heart's content, I would have absolutely no objection."
Yan Yu abruptly rolled onto Cheng Xiaoyu, his large hands rudely kneading her soft breasts through her nightgown. "Wen Si is a man, you're a woman. How can you just hug him like that? Wen Si is my buddy, so I'll let it go this time, but next time, no hugging him is allowed under any circumstances, not even if Barcelona makes it to the Cosmic Cup!"
Cheng Xiaoyu giggled, wrapping her legs tightly around Yan Yu's waist and putting her arms around his neck. "You're so stingy. What's wrong with a hug? Foreigners hug each other all the time, don't they? Hugging is just a less important right," Cheng Xiaoyu whispered in Yan Yu's ear. "Making love is the truly important right. Mr. Yan, do I, your little assistant, really need to teach you this negotiation skill? Less important rights can be conceded appropriately, as long as the most important rights are still in your own hands."
Yan Yu's hand had already slipped inside the collar of the nightgown and touched that soft, fragrant mound. He said, "This might be acceptable in other negotiations, but as for you, Cheng Xiaoyu, you are 100% mine. I have no intention of making any concessions."
Yan Yu's tone was just like a little boy who wouldn't let other children touch his favorite toy. Cheng Xiaoyu found it very cute and patted Yan Yu's hair with a smile.
Yan Yu said, "Don't touch my hair like you're petting a puppy."
Cheng Xiaoyu said, "Then why do you always touch my hair?"
Yan Yu said, "You're just an ostrich. What's so great about Messi? He's short and dull-witted."
Cheng Xiaoyu wasn't happy to hear that, and grabbed Yan Yu's hair, saying, "How is he dull-witted? His attacks are incredibly sharp!"
Yan Yu snorted, stood up, and yanked Cheng Xiaoyu's nightgown off her head, pulling her black cotton panties down her legs. He then deftly pulled off his own panties, grabbed one of Cheng Xiaoyu's legs, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and thrust himself inside her. This entire sequence of actions took only a dozen seconds. Yan Yu was thrusting heavily into Cheng Xiaoyu's soft, sweet body. "How sharp is Messi's attack? Is it as sharp as mine?"
Cheng Xiaoyu was both amused and afraid of the pain. She placed her two small hands on Yan Yu's shoulder blades and scratched him like a kitten. "Don't scratch me so hard, it will hurt."
Yan Yu, still holding her wonderfully soft buttocks, continued his thrusting, though his movements slowed down a bit. He affectionately kissed the tip of her nose and said, "You've been with me for so long, and you're still always complaining of pain. I once read a myth about a man who went to heaven and had twelve of the most beautiful fairies take turns sleeping with him, and those fairies would become virgins the next day after sleeping with him. I thought that man was really lucky back then, but now I think it must be quite troublesome to hear women complaining of pain every day."
Cheng Xiaoyu sighed, hugging Yan Yu's neck. "At first, you treated me like a treasure, I could eat you three times a day and never get tired of it. Now that we've been together for a while, I have to initiate any intimacy. Men, how fickle they are! This reminds me of a poem, 'The Book of Songs. The Ballad of the River God,'" Cheng Xiaoyu began reciting in a chanting tone, "At three years old I became a wife, toiling tirelessly in the household. Rising early and retiring late, there was no morning without rest. My words were fulfilled, but then came violence!"
Yan Yu stopped his movements helplessly, pinching the slender waist of the little vixen beneath him. "Hey, Cheng Xiaoyu, don't recite poetry at a time like this!"
Cheng Xiaoyu asked, "Do you know what these lines of poetry mean?"
Yan Yu stared at her without saying a word.
Cheng Xiaoyu shook her head and explained in a pedantic manner, "For the past few years since I married into your family, I have worked tirelessly on housework. I go to bed late and get up early every day without getting tired, and this has been going on for more than a day. I have fulfilled your wishes, but you have become more and more rude to me."
Yan Yu was both amused and annoyed. He gave her a light bite on her soft cheek. "You heartless ostrich! You've been in my house for almost half a year, and you've never done a single chore. I'm the one who sweats buckets in bed every night, and I'm the one who buys breakfast every morning. I've satisfied your desires, yet you've become increasingly violent towards me, either whipping me or splashing me with cold water. For the full poem, please refer to the Book of Songs, 'The Female Rogue'!"
Cheng Xiaoyu felt that Yan Yu was increasingly on her toes; she could be unreasonable and argumentative, but he was even better at being mischievous. Cheng Xiaoyu wrapped her arms around Yan Yu's neck, laughing uncontrollably. Her tight, delicate passage contracted and trembled with her laughter, and Yan Yu, still inside Cheng Xiaoyu, felt incredibly comfortable. He squinted his eyes, enjoying himself, and continued thrusting inside her. "Baby, when you laugh like that, your little mouth down there contracts and sucks, which feels so good."
Cheng Xiaoyu lay on the bed, a slender, white finger tucked between her lips, her smile as radiant and alluring as a bewitching flower. How could Yan Yu not be delighted? He thrust forcefully into her boneless body, then withdrew. Her slender waist was so thin he could encircle it with both hands; it was so soft he felt it could break with a little more force. No wonder painters were always painting the human body endlessly; the graceful curves that swayed and twisted with his thrusts were indeed indescribably beautiful. Her buttocks felt full and incredibly elastic; his large hands would leave ten red marks after squeezing and thrusting for a while, not to mention the honeyed fluid that trickled between her buttocks. Women were truly a miracle of creation—so soft, so sweet, and so wet. Even if he were to give his life in her hands, Yan Yu would be willing to do so at this moment.
Cheng Xiaoyu's body gradually became smooth and relaxed, her lips uttering soft, operatic moans. A captivating blush crept up her porcelain-like skin, making her breathtakingly beautiful. Yan Yu lowered his body and nibbled on her finely haired earlobe, saying, "Baby, is Messi better or me?"
Cheng Xiaoyu let out a soft moan, slightly raised her head, and breathed sweetly in his ear, "Hello, Messi."
Enraged, Yan Yu tightened his grip on Cheng Xiaoyu's waist, gritting his teeth as he said, "Cheng Xiaoyu, you've got guts!"
He thrust heavily inside her, using various methods to force her to beg for mercy. He probably knew Cheng Xiaoyu's body better than she knew herself. He was sometimes gentle, sometimes rough, sometimes fast, and sometimes slow. How long could this spineless ostrich Cheng Xiaoyu endure? Before long, she hugged his neck and begged for mercy, "Hello, hello, you're the best in the whole world, good brother, don't bully me."
Their bodies had long since become accustomed to each other through daily contact; they were a match made in heaven, capable of bringing each other the greatest pleasure. A thin layer of sweat appeared on their young, firm skin, making their lovemaking as beautiful as a scene from a large, meticulously painted oil painting.
Cheng Xiaoyu said breathlessly, "Yan Yu, remember to wear a condom."
Yan Yu was licking and nibbling at the pair of white, soft breasts with relish when he said, "I don't want to ejaculate yet, I'll wait." But after a while, he said again, "I won't bring it today, anyway, you're pretty much in your safe period these next couple of days."
Cheng Xiaoyu weakly punched Yan Yu on the back. "You're so annoying! You never like to wear condoms. Is the safe period always safe? What if I get pregnant?"
"I'll marry you if you get pregnant," Yan Yu said without looking up.

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