Chapter 128: The Scent of Desire

, what's wrong with you" Liang Yimo was completely confused.Su Manxue suddenly snorted coldly: "It's nothing much, anyway, don't call me again in the future. Don't even mention that you know me!""Is s...The cold morning scenes in recent days after marriage are completely different from the previous ones, giving Tong Yi Mo a feeling that they are two completely different people.

She didn't understand why Leng Zhujing had suddenly seemed like a different person.

Tong Yimò felt wronged and helpless, wanting to cry but unable to.

On the other side, Leng Yechen was slapped awake by "Su Manxue" and didn't know how to face her anymore.

He stood alone in the car, pondering for a long time.

Although the car still held that intense, intoxicating perfume scent, he missed more than anything else the natural fragrance of Su Manxue's skin.

Cold Night Shen didn't know how long he had been in the car, only that when Liu Butler suddenly called, he came to his senses.

"Young Master, Young Madam just returned from Korea. As soon as she heard you were meeting her tonight, she immediately bought a ticket to go back to Korea again." Liu the Butler reported truthfully.

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"Su Manxue" just came back from Korea, and now she has to leave again.

It looks like his actions just now thoroughly angered her.

She's making excuses to avoid him!

"Then let her go!" Leng Yechen smiled bitterly.

Just now, he didn't expect that he would be like a wild beast, instinctively wanting to vent his desires on her.

It was because he was too rough with her!

Cold Night sank into regret and remorse for a long time, completely unaware that it was the perfume that was the problem.

While here, knowing that Leng Zhujing was married, Ji Siyan still shamelessly clung to him.

"A-Jing, I need you. For this life, I will never find another man. Even if you're already married, it doesn't matter to me." Ji Siyan ripped off her facade and told Leng Zhujing these words.

Dinner was eaten at Ji Siyan's home, with the cold afternoon sun casting its light on the scene.

Ji Siyan accidentally spilled soup on her clothes and then got up to go to the room to change. However, when she came out of the room, she was wearing a thin, slightly see-through suspender nightgown.

Leng Zhuxi gazed at Ji Siyan, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

Ji Siyan flirtatiously twirled her hair that fell past her ears, sauntering towards Leng Zhujing with a bewitching air.

"Ajing, do you remember... our first time" Ji Siyan asked softly.

She walked up to him, took his hand, and reached down towards her skirt.

Suddenly, the scene before Leng Zhun's eyes jolted his mind and body. A single sentence, it stirred up all of his memories.

First time...

Their first time...

It was during the summer after high school graduation, at a hotel near Ji Siyan's house.

There are still some similarities between the current picture and this one.

First time…

It was her initiative...

That year's Ji Siyan, was also like now, wearing a sexy sheer nightgown, stepped out of the bathroom step by step.

But that year, at eighteen, she had no makeup on her face. She was pure, like a blank sheet of paper.

And that year, on that day, during that encounter, he was merely kissing her, touching her, without crossing any boundaries.

She, Ji Siyan, can be said to be his "sexual" awakening.

That time, it was his first time realizing that a girl's body could be so soft, so beautiful.

While reminiscing about the past with Leng Zhujing, Ji Siyan placed his hand on her own.

"You said... I'm beautiful..."

She continued softly.

Leng Zhujing lowered her eyelids slightly.

Kiss me, Ajing...

Ji Siyan straddled Leng Zhugeng's lap, holding his face in one hand.

She exuded a captivating fragrance, and her alluring appearance was as vibrant and tempting as a red rose.

In the midst of a languid afternoon, silence reigned supreme.

Ji Siyan took his hand again and looked at him intently, expecting his response.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

At that moment, Leng Zhudai's phone in his pants pocket rang.

He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and frowned before answering.

“That…the daytime scenery…I…I…” A voice, as fragile as a butterfly’s wing, came from the receiver.

Cold Daying's brows furrowed even tighter: "Hmm"

"I... I got my period... My stomach, my stomach... It hurts so much..." Here, Tong Yimo clutched her abdomen and collapsed at the bathroom door. She had gotten her "aunt flow," and it was accompanied by "menstrual cramps."

At home, she couldn't find her medication. More precisely, she hadn't bought any for herself beforehand.

My aunt flo came unexpectedly, bringing with her menstrual cramps that felt like a thousand needles piercing my insides. The pain was so intense that I could only roll around on the floor in agony.

Tong Yimo really didn't want to bother Leng Zhujing, but at this moment, she truly had no other way.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back!"

After Leng Zhujing hung up the phone, she immediately got up.

Ji Siyan pulled on Leng Zhujian's hand, looking at him pitifully.

Leng Zhujing comforted Ji Siyan by gently stroking her head and said softly, “Siyan, before I divorce Yimo, I won’t do anything with you.”

After he finished speaking, he took his car keys and left Qi Siyan's home.

Ji Siyan couldn't help but bite her lower lip and stamped her foot in anger.

It turns out, that woman's name is "Yi Mo," the person Ah Jing calls out in her dreams!

Leng Zhucheng drove all the way, almost at a speed, he bought medicine from a drugstore near his home, and then hurried back home.

"Im Im"

After turning on the lights in the afternoon, Leng Zhujing called out several times before discovering Tong Yimo lying at the bathroom door.

He hurried over and lifted her from the ground, carrying her to the bed.

Then, he went to make her some medicine.

Tong Yimo's face was pale, almost fainting.

Leng Zhujing brought the prepared medicine into the bedroom and then helped Tong Yimo sit up, letting her lean against his chest. He carefully fed her the medicine.

Tong Yi Mo drank the medicine and leaned weakly into Leng Zhu Jing's arms, a moment of relief crossing her face as she smiled.

"Thank you..."

"Fool, we're husband and wife, you don't need to thank me." Leng Zhulang said softly.

Tong Yimo's lips curved slightly.

Leng Zhurong then gently put Tong Yimo down and tucked her in.

When he was about to get up, Tong Yimo suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "Don't go..."

Cold Zhuxi smiled: "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to take a shower, then come cuddle with you."

When she heard him say those words, Tong Yimo's heart skipped a beat.

But, vaguely, she smelled a familiar perfume on him.

This taste...

That's right...

That belonged to the woman during the day.

Tong Yimo had some wild thoughts, but then she dismissed them.

That woman came to get some information. The two of them are likely colleagues, and being in contact with each other often leads to a bit of that scent lingering on them.

After Leng Zhucheng finished showering, when he looked at Tong Yimo again, he saw that she had already fallen asleep.

Just like the first time he saw her, that night on the train.

Two women…

Tong Yimo, Ji Siyan...

One is his new bride, the other his first love...

What should he choose

Leng Zhujing couldn't help but feel lost.

Before Ji Siyan came back, he thought he could live a good life with Tong Yimo.

Because, for the five years since Ji Siyan left, he only joked with Tong Yimo. In front of Tong Yimo, he felt very relaxed.

He would never think that she was approaching him with ill intentions, and he had never considered the need to be wary of Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo gave him the feeling of being so pure, so simple, unsullied by the mud, just like Ji Siyan back then.

But...

Now, the memories... they're no longer as pure.

Ling Zhunjing leaned down and touched Tong Yimo's forehead, then went to sleep on the sofa.

He still couldn't get over this hurdle. Just thinking about Yimo singing and selling herself at the nightclub made his heart feel like it was being torn apart by millions of ants.

The next day, Tong Yimo woke up and found herself lying in her bed. She blushed involuntarily, but when she thought that Leng Zhurong had slept on the same bed as her last night, she was surprised to find that there wasn't even a single wrinkle on the edge of her bed.

Tong Yimo was always a peaceful sleeper, staying in a small area and sleeping soundly.

So...

After Tong Yimo got out of bed, she noticed that the cushions on the sofa had some wrinkles, and Leng Zhujing was gone.

Only then did she realize, as she had expected, that Leng Zhuxiang hadn't slept with her.

Why is this

Tong Yimò's mind raced with a thousand "whys".

Why did her new husband suddenly refuse to sleep with her

Did she do something wrong

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.o support the family, you just need to take care of the house." Leng Zhujing continued.Tong Yimo was stunned for a moment, then nodded reluctantly.His words were already very clear, he didn't want her...