Chapter 76 He Cong, all the things you mentioned are good.

Shang Youqing was rarely obedient. She lay on He Cong's chest, with her cheek against his. She could clearly hear his strong heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster. He was not as calm and peaceful as he looked on the surface. Instead, he was a little nervous.

Shang Youqing tried to close her eyes, but still felt that his heartbeat was too loud, thumping, and making noises in her ears.

So she simply reached out her hand and reached into the edge of his tightly gathered nightgown.

Without any rules or instructions, she directly pulled the nightgown down. The already loose nightgown immediately spread out to both sides of his chest, revealing his well-proportioned chest and abdomen.

He Cong's face was tense. He was waiting for Shang Youqing, who was tightly wrapped in his arms, to say something to him.

But before he could get a reply, Shang Youqing's head nudged against his chest, and then his nightgown was torn off unexpectedly.

He Cong hummed softly. His first reaction was still a little worried. He lowered his head and asked her, "What's wrong?"

Shang Youqing pulled off most of his nightgown, and touched his chest with both hands for a long time. Finally, he pressed his soft fingertips on it, as if he couldn't suppress his excitement: "I found it. I just remember there was a mole here."

He Cong's eyes suddenly sank.

"...Shang Youqing, didn't you listen to a word I just said for a long time? You figured it out after thinking about it for a long time..."

Before He Cong finished speaking, his hot breath stagnated, and the hand covering her thin waist also tightened slightly.

Shang Youqing rested her hand on his chest and was licking the light red mole.

He Cong lowered his head slightly, and looked at Shang Youqing's black hair scattered around his chest with restraint, and his vision was slightly shaken.

In just a moment, He Cong's breathing became disordered, and a chaotic heat surged around him. However, even at this moment, he still managed to seize the opportunity and block Shang Youqing's lips with his hand.

Then, he narrowed his eyes, which were flushed, and asked in a low and coaxing voice, "You like this, right?"

His fingers slowly stroked her lips, and he continued to seduce her one by one, "First, you have to agree to what I said just now. After that, you can kiss me however you want, play with me however you want, and I will do whatever you want, okay, Shang Youqing?"

Shang Youqing looked at him for a moment with some fascination, and suddenly bent her eyes softly, and took his fingers away.

She leaned back into his chest, her hands resting on his warm, healthy, tan skin. With her eyes closed, her voice was a little hoarse, "He Cong, everything you mentioned is good."

He Cong had a vague feeling that Shang Youqing was about to say something, and said coldly, "But?"

Shang Youqing had guessed what he was going to say. It was as if she could imagine how ugly that human's face must be right now without even looking up. Even though she had made him so angry, she still had the nerve to chuckle, "But—"

Adhering to the principle that it wasn't a rejection until he heard it, He Cong interrupted her expressionlessly, "Okay, Shang Youqing, don't say anything. I'm very sleepy now. Don't disturb my sleep."

With that, he grasped Shang Youqing's waist and rocked her against his abdomen, then lay down in a position of complete control in his arms.

Shang Youqing lay motionless in his arms for a long, long time, until she was sure that the man holding her tightly had fallen asleep, and then she let out a barely perceptible sigh.

Her hands slowly wrapped around his broad shoulders, patting him gently twice as if to comfort He Cong.

In the middle of the night, Shang Youqing was awakened by the heat of the abnormally high fever in her arms.

She opened her eyes and, using the dim light of the table lamp, propped herself up from He Cong's arms. With a slight frown, she pushed aside He Cong's nightgown, which had already been ripped and wrinkled by her.

Seeing the familiar feather burn mark on He Cong's heart, her face suddenly became solemn, and she realized something belatedly -

she was now experiencing a backlash from her body from time to time, and her weak spiritual energy could not completely suppress it, so the backlash directly burned He Cong, who had held her tightly in his arms all night.

It was also her carelessness. Once seduced by He Cong's body, she was so obsessed that she lost track of the world... She even forgot such serious precautions.

Fortunately, she woke up and discovered it not too late. Now it seems that only the surface of the skin was burned. If it was any later, He Cong's heart would really be burned by her backlash.

Shang Youqing covered He Cong's heart with the warm spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, and used the clear and light golden light to smooth out the burn marks on the heart bit by bit.

Until the heart was completely restored to normal, Shang Youqing slowly retracted her fingertips, and her heart relaxed a little.

She sat on the edge of the bed, in the dim light of the table lamp, lowered her eyebrows and looked at He Cong's sleeping face for a while. She wanted to reach out and touch his face several times, but was worried that the backlash would burn He Cong again, so she had to put her hand down silently.

She didn't want to make empty promises that she was not completely sure of.

She just couldn't confirm whether the result of her efforts was good or bad.

If the final result is good, it would be fine to tell He Cong openly. The only thing to worry about is that the final result is still not good. If that's the case... it's better not to give He Cong hope from the beginning.

At dawn, there were some sweet bird calls from the plant forest outside the window. When He Cong woke up, Shang Youqing was no longer in his arms.

He Cong propped himself up and caught a glimpse of the note on the bedside table. He took it and took a look.

It was obviously left for him by Shang Youqing.

The note simply stated that she had something to go out for, and asked him to wake up and leave on his own.

He Cong stared at the two lines of words on the note, his eyes slowly fixed, and sneered.

Shang Youqing, you are very good.

It's true, you turn your face and don't recognize people after sleeping.

He Cong got up with a cold face, changed into dried clothes, and cleaned the house again with a cold face.

Finally, he tried to call Shang Youqing, but as expected, the call didn't go through.

He Cong's face looked calm, and he finally chose to edit a text message and send it, and also sent the next schedule sent by Yu Zhu to Shang Youqing.

It means that except for the two days next week when he returns to Bindao headquarters, he can arrange meetings with her for the rest of the time.

At the same time.

Shang Youqing just arrived at a grape orchard away from the center of Wencheng according to the address he had found before.

It is located on the west side between two mountain ranges, and the unique altitude is suitable for grape growth.

When the guard guarding the orchard heard Shang Youqing's name, he immediately called the internal phone for instructions. Not long after, the owner of the orchard, Ms. Li Dun, drove out in person to pick up Shang Youqing and enter the orchard.