Chapter 239

Chapter 239: 232: Changling Takes Initiative, Nasty Taste (First Update) Chapter 239: 232: Changling Takes Initiative, Nasty Taste (First Update) The sesame-filled tangyuan was generously portioned, exactly to the sweetness Wen Changling liked. The shop had the air conditioner on, so there was no worry of the tangyuan cooling down, and she ate slowly.

The MASK concert had just started not long ago, and it was bustling there, which meant there weren’t many people here. When the shopkeeper opened the door to grab something, a stray cat slipped in. The owner didn’t shoo it away, letting it enjoy the air conditioning.

With a bowl of small tangyuan, Wen Changling too mooched off the air conditioning for half an hour.

Stepping out of the tangyuan shop, the wind hitting her face made Wen Changling immediately tuck her face into her scarf, as the outdoor temperature was close to zero degrees.

Xie Shang asked her, “Do you still want to hang out?”

“No.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

She hesitated for a few seconds.

“Hmm.”

Wen Changling wanted to get home quickly, and she wanted Xie Shang to get home quickly as well. There might indeed be a once-in-a-century heavy snowfall this year; winter in the capital was colder than in previous years.

Once in the car, Wen Changling first sent messages to Jhiang Youyou and Jiahui, informing them that she was going to head home first.

Xie Shang adjusted the temperature of the air conditioning and draped his coat over her.

“Still cold?”

She was replying to Jiahui’s message, “Not cold.”

The car started moving, its speed very slow.

Wen Changling didn’t experience pain during her menstrual cycle, but she did feel drowsy, weary, and lethargic. She slept all the way, and when Xie Shang stopped the car in front of the pawnshop, she woke up but didn’t move. She didn’t want to, shrinking a little into the coat covering her.

“Do you feel very uncomfortable?”

She sounded like she lacked the energy to speak, “No.”

She appeared listless, her whole demeanor looking extremely despondent. Xie Shang unbuckled his seat belt and leaned forward to unbuckle hers, bracing his hand on the armrest console.

Wen Changling smelled the scent of gardenia—was it from the Chinese honeycomb?

“Xie Shang.”

“Hmm.”

When Xie Shang lifted his head, the light on the car’s ceiling slightly blurred his features. His facial features weren’t particularly strong, which made him look more handsome the more blurred they were. His lips had a definite shape and were naturally red.

Wen Changling remembered something Jiahui had once said when Xie Shang and she “weren’t familiar” with each other yet.

Jiahui had referred to him as the top-notch member of the Gu Family. Jiahui jokingly said that the top-notch Gu family guy seemed very kissable yet difficult to kiss.

With a click, the seat belt unbuckled. Almost at the same moment, Wen Changling pulled Xie Shang’s tie and kissed him, taking the initiative completely.

So, it started with a deep kiss.

Wen Changling lacked the patience for a slow buildup, the irritability heightened by her period made her crave a rough, intense intimacy, marked by aggression and conquest.

Xie Shang had her preferences down pat, knowing exactly what she wanted. He would willingly yield initiative to her, tilting his head back, swallowing, breathing rapidly, and accepting everything she offered.

Between the deep kisses, she said, “This is a physiological need.”

It was normal to have physiological needs during a menstrual period.

“But we can’t do it.”

So, she kissed him again.

Sometimes she was very capricious, like now. She used her period as an excuse to misbehave, embarking on overstepping actions towards Xie Shang.

She bit Xie Shang’s tongue.

“Does it hurt?”

“No.”

She continued, tasting the blood on Xie Shang’s tongue. She felt she was a bit twisted; she liked the blood-tainted kisses better, even finding them somewhat exciting.

His tie had gotten messed up, and Xie Shang, in his formal attire, was filled with desire.

“Your ears are so red.” Their breaths intertwined, lips barely touching, she reached out to touch his ear, “Is it from the cold?”

“No.”

He wanted to regain control but restrained himself.

“Are your hands still cold?”

In winter, Wen Changling’s hands and feet were always very cold, hard to warm up.

“Cold.”

Xie Shang grabbed her hand and placed it inside his clothing; her hand had initially only rested on his waist.

But Miss Wen, sometimes, was quite malicious. She used her hand, cold as ice, to touch Xie Shang’s burning body, unilaterally tormenting him with her touch.

“Xie Shang, I am very malicious, you should be disappointed in me.”

Xie Shang remained silent.

He lowered his head and kissed Miss Wen’s completely deaf right ear.

The kissing ceased due to Huahua’s meowing. Granny Zhu had left the door open for Wen Changling, and Huahua stood at the door, calling out to Xie Shang’s car.

Wen Changling pulled away first, pushing Xie Shang back, opened the door, and got out of the car.

“Take care, Lawyer Xie.”

Xie Shang didn’t leave, watching Wen Changling enter the house and then sitting in the car.

In his reckless youth, he had also been to some pleasure dens to watch others play. Back then he didn’t understand—how could anyone enjoy playing so dirty?

He had a bit of an understanding now.

This was indeed malicious.

*****

The next day, there was no sun, and the temperature remained very low.

Early in the morning, Manager Zhou was busy with something that looked like a move. Under his direction, two workers moved a black leather sofa from the elevator to the office.

There were people in the corridor.

Manager Zhou waved, “Make way, please.”

The sofa was finally moved in with some effort.

Manager Zhou opened the door to the always vacant private office, “Put it in there.”

Engineer Shen asked, “Manager, is someone being transferred to our office?”

“It’s Xiao Wen.”

Engineer Shen looked puzzled.

In the company, only managers and those of higher rank were entitled to a private office.

“We can’t call her Xiao Wen anymore.” Manager Zhou clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention, “While we’re at it, let me reintroduce her to everyone—”