“No…” Zhang Mingyu had already made such a plan, but Cheng Anlang’s twisting in his arms made him a little angry. He held Cheng Anlang with one arm and rubbed Cheng Anlang’s scarred back with the other.
Cheng Anlang's eyes widened, and he struggled to resist jumping out of Zhang Mingyu's arms. What was Zhang Mingyu groping about again?! He hurriedly tried to push Zhang Mingyu away, "No... don't..."
Zhang Mingyu grabbed his hand and gently bit the back of his neck.
"!!!" Cheng Anlang was like a kettle boiling water, hissing and steaming. His ears were burning hot. They were already a little hot from being touched, and now he felt like his back was on fire, instantly igniting his whole body.
Unlike before, Zhang Mingyu didn't just skim the surface. He traced the line down Cheng Anlang's neck. Cheng Anlang, having seen the film, immediately understood Zhang Mingyu's meaning. He was a little confused and nervous. After a moment of silence, he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Wait... Da Hua, Da Hua and the others are still here..."
Zhang Mingyu had initially been prepared to let Cheng Anlang off the hook if he really didn't want to, but upon hearing this, he understood. He touched Cheng Anlang's ear and said, "Let's go inside..."
"Then they..."
"Don't worry about it, they all know."
Cheng Anlang: "???"
As soon as they entered the room, their breaths mingled together. Zhang Mingyu asked, "What position do you want?"
Cheng Anlang was extremely embarrassed. How would I know what position was!
With one hand busy, Zhang Mingyu still had time to open the bedside table drawer and take out a small booklet: "Pick one."
Cheng Anlang carefully read the name of the booklet.
Damn! Why is there this in the bedside table?!
And why are you talking like you're picking out cabbages...?
Cheng Anlang glanced at it and was too embarrassed to look any longer. With his eyes closed and his face flushed, he blurted out, "Anything is fine, whatever you want, do whatever you want!"
“Okay.” Zhang Mingyu ran his hand down Cheng Anlang’s spine: “If it hurts, just say so. I’ve never actually done this before.”
Cheng Anlang let him be: "I...I didn't either..."
When it came to actual practice, Zhang Mingyu acted as if he were conducting academic research, asking Cheng Anlang how he felt after a few movements, afraid of hurting him. Cheng Anlang clutched the bed sheet, feeling ashamed, embarrassed, and uncomfortable, unable to say anything. He was almost limp from all the questioning. He wanted to shout, "Stop asking me the hell, just do it already!"
Chapter 57, Section 57: Pollination
Cheng Anlang was extremely aroused, but Zhang Mingyu kept asking questions while doing it. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, grabbed Zhang Mingyu's arm, and shouted in shame that he was enjoying it and told him to stop asking questions and just focus on doing it!
Zhang Mingyu wanted to laugh but couldn't. Although he had done a lot of preparation beforehand, it was all theoretical. He was worried that he would be defeated if he wasn't careful when the battle actually started. He didn't expect Cheng Anlang to get impatient with his questions. He comforted him a little and didn't ask any more questions. He tried to use a little trick, which made Cheng Anlang want to shout but was too embarrassed to, so he hummed softly.
Although Zhang Mingyu was very careful, it was their first time together, and they had no experience or method. There was pleasure and pain. Cheng Anlang was not good at expressing himself, so he thought he could just endure it and it would pass. He didn't say anything afterward. He was covered in sweat and collapsed on the bed. Zhang Mingyu carried him to the bathroom to wash him clean and gave him some water. He fell asleep immediately.
I slept until late at night.
Cheng Anlang vaguely heard a rustling sound. Before even opening his eyes, he reached out and touched the side, but found nothing. Startled, he instantly became fully awake. The room was dark, with only a blue light flashing from a table in the corner. Zhang Mingyu was handling official business there, and several dark figures were occasionally moving around nearby.
Cheng Anlang breathed a sigh of relief, looked down and found that he was wearing cotton pajamas. He pulled open the collar and peeked inside, blushed, and then let go.
"Aww?" Cheng Dahua heard the sound, turned around and saw that Cheng Anlang had already sat up in bed. Overjoyed, she jumped over. Zhang Mingyu turned off the screen, turned on the light, and walked towards him. Ya Ya and Xi Gua also jumped over when they heard the noise.
"Aww!"
You're awake!
Zhang Mingyu touched Cheng Anlang's forehead and asked, "Is there anything that's bothering you?"
Under the bright, curious gazes of the three mutated beasts, Cheng Anlang felt a strange, guilty feeling when Zhang Mingyu asked him this question. He whispered, "No..."
Cheng Dahua wanted to lick Cheng Anlang's face, but suddenly felt something was wrong. It paused for a moment, then leaned in and sniffed Cheng Anlang.
Cheng Anlang touched his arm: "...What are you smelling?"
"Aww..."
My taste is starting to resemble my parents' more and more.
Cheng Anlang felt a little flustered by the smell, and he nudged Cheng Dahua's head: "Stop smelling, have you had dinner yet?"
"Ouch."
I ate a few hours ago, but I can join you if you want some, hehe.
Zhang Mingyu brought over a bowl of still-warm porridge, scooped a small spoonful, and held it to Cheng Anlang's lips: "Here, eat this, it tastes very good."
Cheng Anlang opened his mouth, glanced at the mutated beast watching the show by the bed, and then retreated: "I'll drink it myself."
Zhang Mingyu didn't say anything, but handed the porridge to Cheng Anlang. Cheng Anlang took it and smelled it, unable to tell what was in it, but it smelled quite good. Just as he was about to pick up the bowl to drink, he looked up and saw Cheng Dahua's staring gaze, with Zhang Mingyu standing beside him, and Xigua and Yaya clinging to the bed. Suddenly, a very strange feeling welled up inside him, as if he... as if he had just come out of the delivery room...
He was startled by his own thought, quickly returned the bowl to Zhang Mingyu, threw back the covers, and got out of bed: "I..."
"Go drink over at the table..."
Zhang Mingyu: "???"
What's wrong with drinking it on the bed?
As soon as Cheng Anlang got out of bed, his legs gave way and he stumbled, his knee landing on Cheng Dahua's large head, who was waiting to be fed. Caught off guard, Cheng Dahua's head was crushed from a perfect circle into an oval, like a piece of candy. Zhang Mingyu quickly grabbed his arm: "Are you alright?"
"It's alright, it's alright." Cheng Anlang quickly steadied himself, checked Cheng Dahua's head, and rubbed Cheng Dahua's head back to its original shape.
"Aww..."
Cheng Dahua touched the top of her head and followed behind Cheng Anlang. "I want to make it up to them. I want to drink porridge too!"
Cheng Anlang sat at the table, sipping his porridge and occasionally scooping a spoonful for the mutated beast that came up to him. Zhang Mingyu was busy with official business nearby. Cheng Anlang glanced at him and asked, "Did you find the money for the insects?"