Kapitel 119: Chapter 118, is it comfortable?

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He Ruoxue struggled to get out of the mud pit, but she was buried up to the waist in heavy wet mud. No matter how she tried to clamber out of the pit, the thick mud kept sucking her down.

"Argh! Just you wait, He Lanjin!" He Ruoxue flung her hands in anger, her arms sticking to the mud. She was so angry; she took a fistful of the sticky earth and drew her arm back to hurl the handful of mud in front of her. However, the mud was so heavy that she could not stretch her arm to fling it away. The packed earth landed on her face instead.

He Ruoxue was now so angry she could not even cry. But her anger was replaced with worry when she remembered the iron box sitting beneath her.

He Ruoxue worried about the black widow in the metal box. What if it crawled out of the box and onto her body? She trembled at the thought. She tried her best not to move, but she started to feel a slight itch. The more she thought about it, the more terrified she got.

"It won't. It won't climb out," He Ruoxue said softly, trying to calm herself. Unfortunately, her words did not seem to be working.

How would she get out of this pit? Even if she screamed her lungs out, no one would come to save her. He Ruoxue was getting desperate.

He Ruoxue did not expect to be alone right now at this place with the creature that she had been hanging out with the past few days. She was initially delighted with the black widow, knowing that it would help her get rid of He Lanjin, but now she was very afraid of it.

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Meanwhile, in the simple dormitory...

Qiao Hanye hugged He Lanjin as they rolled on the bed. The man's body seemed to be on fire. He buried his face in her neck, panting heavily.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He Lanjin asked.

"Yes," the man replied.

Qiao Hanye successfully stayed his urges for 28 years without feeling anything. But the last few times he had been with He Lanjin were utter torture; he felt like exploding every single time she came near.

He Lanjin smiled slyly. She moved put her lips to his ear. In a seductive voice, she said "Hubby."

Feeling He Lanjin's soft hands moving across his body and hearing her coquettish voice did Qiao Hanye in. He just could not suppress his desire anymore.

"What kind of hero are you trying to be, holding it in?" He Lanjin teased. "Be good to yourself; let it go."

He Lanjin was still on her period; she knew that even if Qiao Hanye was burning with desire, he would not dare to do anything to her. She became even bolder.

He Lanjin had always envied other women who had only three-day periods, but now she was thankful for her seven-day periods. She knew Qiao Hanye would not touch her no matter how much was openly teasing him.

"You little vixen." Qiao Hanye said, realizing what He Lanjin was doing. He put his arms around her and rolled on the bed. He patted her perky buttocks as she lay on top of his body.

He Lanjin held back her laughter and stared at Qiao Hanye's sparkling eyes with a serious expression. She cupped his face in her palms and said tenderly, "Aiya, Mr. Qiao, you seem to be uneasy? Where exactly are you feeling the discomfort? Tell me and I'll be happy."

Qiao Hanye looked up at He Lanjin and smiled slyly. Holding onto her clothes, he suddenly pulled hard...

He Lanjin felt a chill run down her body. She knew there and then that her playfulness had gotten the better of her. She scrambled to grab her clothes, but she was a little too late.

Qiao Hanye rolled over, immobilizing He Lanjin under him. He pinned her by the wrist and lowered his head to kiss her. He Lanjin panicked as Qiao Hanye kissed her all over.

Qiao Hanye listened to He Lanjin's delicate breathing. "How are you feeling? Are you comfortable enough?"

"Qiao Hanye, quit acting like a hooligan." He Lanjin gritted her teeth and glared at him.

The man chuckled softly and lifted He Lanjin's chin. "Do you still want it?"

"Mrs. Qiao's current situation is special; I can't satisfy you, but... it's not totally impossible," Qiao Hanye said in a low voice.

He Lanjin quickly shook her head, panic evident in her face. "No, that's enough. I am actually very comfortable!"

Qiao Hanye laughed mirthfully. He looked at He Lanjin's very red face and was suddenly afraid that she would catch a cold. He carefully tucked her under the blanket.

He Lanjin pulled the blanket up to her chin and lay in bed, listening to Qiao Hanye's strong heartbeat. A thought suddenly struck her and she propped herself up, asking, "By the way, what exactly do you want to do in Jiang City?"

"Seek revenge," Qiao Hanye said, obviously not wanting to hide anything from He Lanjin.