Chapter 872: The Entire Jiang Family Heard It

Chapter 872: Chapter 872: The Entire Jiang Family Heard It

"You’re not going back to your room?"

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow at her.

"I can’t sleep alone."

Feng Jiuge said boldly, walked over to the bed and sat down, leaned against him, her breath fragrant: "Yang Cheng, the Jiang Family also has a swing."

She curled her lips into a mischievous smile and pointed to the swing in the courtyard.

"What? You want to play?"

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow.

"I want to try it with you on top."

Feng Jiuge directly sat on his lap, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, exuding enchantment.

"Isn’t it stimulating enough in the cemetery, why insist on playing on the swing?"

Yang Cheng held her waist, bowed his head, and pecked her lips.

"It’s different, just indulge me."

Feng Jiuge puffed her lips, discontented, and her small hands began to caress him back and forth.

"This is the Jiang Family, we’re guests, we can’t be so unruly. If someone sees us, it’d be inappropriate."

Yang Cheng’s voice was a bit hoarse, already burning with desire.

"What are you afraid of, it’s so late, who’s going to come out? Even if someone sees us, they’d pretend not to know, just like how Jiang Yu peeked at us last night."

Feng Jiuge wouldn’t relent, twisting her body against him.

Yang Cheng watched her act coquettish, finding it amusing, this woman who usually seemed icy, turned out to be clingy in private.

"You can play on a swing, but not in the courtyard."

He pondered, his gaze landed on the chair in the corner of the room, an idea clicked.

"Wait here for me."

Yang Cheng released Feng Jiuge, retrieved a few ropes from the storage space, tied the ends of the chair to the railing outside the balcony, and adjusted the height and angle.

Moments later, a simple "swing" was ready.

"Come over and give it a try."

Yang Cheng patted the hanging chair, smiling at Feng Jiuge.

Feng Jiuge walked over, sat on it, swaying slightly, quite stable, her eyes lit up with amazement.

"You’re really something!"

She laughed and praised, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation.

Yang Cheng bent down, kissed her lips.

Feng Jiuge responded passionately, arms encircling his neck, her soft body pressing against him.

Their lips and teeth entwined, breaths gradually becoming rapid. Yang Cheng’s large hands roamed over her body, gradually sliding off her nightgown, revealing skin as white as jade.

Feng Jiuge’s body trembled slightly, a soft moan escaped her lips.

"Little Brother, hurry up!"

She urged, voice hoarse yet alluring.

Yang Cheng couldn’t wait any longer, lifted her from the rocking chair, adjusted his posture, raised her beautiful legs, thrusting his waist vigorously.

The rocking chair swung, emitting a gentle creaking sound.

"Ah..."

Feng Jiuge cried out in pain, hurriedly grasping the rocking chair’s handles, but her body was still uncontrollably swayed by the rocking chair.

"Hold tight."

Yang Cheng chuckled lowly, leaned over her, thrusting his waist again.

"No wonder you and Kong Lingwen played outside for so long, it’s quite fun!"

Feng Jiuge snorted softly, her beautiful eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed with a captivating blush.

The rocking chair swung more vigorously, the creaking sound growing more intense.

Feng Jiuge bit her lip, trying not to make too loud a sound, but the fullness and stimulation intertwined, nearly overwhelmed her.

"Little Brother... slower... I’m about to break..."

She panted, voice broken.

When they were entangled, she particularly liked calling Yang Cheng little brother, and Yang Cheng affectionately called her ’sister’.

"Weren’t you urging me earlier?"

Yang Cheng grinned mischievously, instead of slowing down, he sped up.

The rocking chair swayed even more fiercely, Feng Jiuge’s body rising and falling along with it, unable to hold back, her mouth overflowed with soft moans.

"Mm... mm... ah..."

The sound was soft and tender, like coquetry mixed with sobs, causing Yang Cheng’s blood to race, even more vigorously.

They did it on the balcony, Feng Jiuge initially suppressed her voice, but in the heat of the moment, she couldn’t control it anymore.

"Sister, if you scream louder, everyone at the Jiang Family will know what we’re doing."

Yang Cheng panted, not pausing his movements.

"Mm... it’s not your fault for being too intense... ah!"

Feng Jiuge’s voice fractured with the rocking chair, unable to speak a full sentence, throwing her head back in bliss.

The two lingered on the rocking chair for a long time until Feng Jiuge was thoroughly weakened, unable to hold onto the handles, and Yang Cheng finally lifted her and placed her on the bed.

"Want more?"

He gazed at her, voice hoarse.

Feng Jiuge weakly nodded, her beautiful eyes full of satisfaction.

Why didn’t she meet Yang Cheng sooner? Being with him not only allows for enjoyment of pleasure but also increases cultivation, a win-win.

Yang Cheng chuckled, leaned over her again, and the room echoed with the sounds of her sweet moans and his low growls.

That night, they indulged until late before falling into a deep sleep.

...

Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge still asleep. Suddenly, a knock came at the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

"Brother Cheng, Sister Feng, wake up! The sun’s already high!"

Jiang Yu’s clear voice came from outside, carrying a hint of excitement and impatience.

Yang Cheng opened his eyes, glanced at Feng Jiuge sleeping beside him, smiled helplessly, got up, put on some clothes, and went to open the door.

Outside, Jiang Yu wore a white floral dress, her hair in twin braids, and she had the light blue hairpin Yang Cheng gave her yesterday on her head, giving off a pure and bright appearance.

"Good morning, Brother Cheng!"

She greeted him with a smile, her gaze landing on Yang Cheng, and then she froze.

Yang Cheng’s top was only a thin shirt, unbuttoned, exposing his muscular chest and firm abs, the black marking on his chest particularly striking, but even more eye-catching were the scratches and kiss marks of varying depths on his body.

Jiang Yu’s face instantly reddened, all the way to her ears.

Though she hadn’t experienced things between men and women, she knew what those marks meant.

Yang Cheng noticed her gaze, glanced down at his chest, also feeling embarrassed, quickly pulling his clothes together.

"I’ll... I’ll go wait for you in the dining room first!"

Jiang Yu stammered, turned, and ran, like she had done something she shouldn’t.

Yang Cheng watched her retreating figure, sighed helplessly, turned around to wake up Feng Jiuge.

After they washed and dressed, heading to the dining room, Jiang Yu was already sitting at the table.

Her cheeks still carried a faint blush, she sipped porridge, too embarrassed to look at Yang Cheng.

"Yu, where do you want to go today?"

Yang Cheng sat opposite her, asked casually.

Jiang Yu looked up at him, quickly lowered her head, "Wherever you say."

"How about we go on a day trip today?"

Yang Cheng thought for a while, considering Jiang Yu’s health conditions, there weren’t many options, so sightseeing it is.