Chapter 885: Cruel Hands Destroying a Flower

The night grew deeper as Yang Cheng led Jiang Yu to the most luxurious five-star hotel in Linzhou.

The receptionist saw them and a hint of ambiguity flickered in her eyes, but her professionalism prevented her from asking questions as she swiftly handled the check-in procedures.

"Sir, your room card. I hope you have a pleasant stay."

Yang Cheng took the room card and led Jiang Yu into the elevator.

Once the door closed, the small space contained only the two of them, and Jiang Yu could clearly hear her own heartbeat.

The elevator reached the top floor, and Yang Cheng swiped open the room door, leading Jiang Yu inside.

It was a presidential suite, opulently decorated, with soft lighting and a magnificent floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Linzhou's nightscape, making it impossible for one to tear their eyes away.

"So beautiful!"

Jiang Yu walked to the window, marveling at the night scene outside, with awe reflected in her beautiful eyes.

Yang Cheng walked up behind her, encircling her waist with his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, "Do you like it?"

Jiang Yu nodded like a pecking chick, leaning into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his chest as the tension in her heart gradually dissipated.

The two stood silently like this, gazing at the night view outside the window.

After a long while, Yang Cheng gently turned her around to face him, lowering his head to look into her eyes.

"Yu, are you ready?"

Jiang Yu raised her head, meeting his gentle eyes, her heart beating like a drum, yet she didn't shy away, instead, she stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips.

Her lips were soft, exuding the unique sweetness of youth, like a freshly ripened cherry.

Yang Cheng was momentarily stunned, then began his conquest.

This kiss was different from the previous tentative ones in the room, carrying a mix of tenderness and dominance, meticulously delineating the shape of her lips, his tongue gently prying open her pearly teeth to explore within.

Jiang Yu closed her eyes, responding clumsily, her hands climbing his neck, her body trembling slightly.

Yang Cheng's large hands gently caressed her back, feeling her delicate skin and warmth through the thin fabric.

Their breathing gradually became rapid, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise a few degrees.

After a while, Yang Cheng left her lips, looking down at her.

Jiang Yu's cheeks were flushed, her beautiful eyes shimmering, her lips slightly swollen, looking exceptionally alluring.

"Chen,"

She called softly, her voice hoarse and enticing.

Yang Cheng lifted her in his arms, gently laying her on the soft large bed.

The bed was vast, the quilt as white as snow, Jiang Yu lying atop it, her long black hair fanned out, enhancing the fairness of her skin, like a blooming white magnolia.

Yang Cheng gently removed her dress, revealing skin as fair as jade, her collarbone exquisitely delicate, her chest not large but perfectly shaped, the pink buds perked up, her slender waist seeming almost frail enough to break with a little force.

"Yu, you're truly beautiful."

Yang Cheng praised sincerely.

Jiang Yu's face turned even redder, her hands instinctively wanting to cover herself, but Yang Cheng gently stopped her.

"Don't cover, let me see you."

His voice was deep and gentle, his large hands falling on her chest, kneading.

Jiang Yu bit her lip, slowly releasing her grip, closing her eyes, not daring to look at him.

Yang Cheng leaned down, kissing her collarbone, trailing downward, stopping at her chest, capturing the pink buds with his mouth.

"Ah..."

Jiang Yu let out a light cry, her body arching slightly, her fingers threading into Yang Cheng's hair.

Yang Cheng's tongue skillfully teased, feeling it slowly harden within his mouth, Jiang Yu's body becoming increasingly soft and hot, and her moans growing frequent.

"Chen... don't... it feels weird..."

Her voice carried a hint of sobbing, as if pleading, yet also like a playful protest.

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

Yang Cheng raised his head to look at her.

"It's not uncomfortable... just... just feels so hot, like I'm burning up."

Jiang Yu confessed, her face flushed.

"That's normal, it means your body is responding to me."

Yang Cheng smiled slightly, leaned down again, this time kissing her abdomen.

Jiang Yu's body trembled sharply, her hands tightly gripping the bedsheet, a series of moans escaping her lips.

Yang Cheng continued his kisses downward, stopping at her inner thighs, gently sucking, leaving a faint pink mark.

"Chen... not like this... it tickles!"

Jiang Yu's voice came intermittently, her body beginning to tremble slightly, releasing a flow of nectar.

Yang Cheng knew she was ready, so he sat up, gently lifting her legs.

"It might hurt a bit, try to endure it."

"Mm."

Jiang Yu nodded, closing her eyes, her hands tightly gripping the bedsheet.

Yang Cheng slowly thrust forward, entering her.

"Ah!!"

Jiang Yu cried out in pain, her willow brows furrowing, her body arching slightly, yet she resisted the urge to push Yang Cheng away.

Yang Cheng didn't rush to move, instead paused, leaning down to kiss her lips, his large hands gently stroking her body to help ease her discomfort.

After a while, Jiang Yu's brows relaxed, her body no longer so tense.

"Chen, you can start."

She whispered, her voice hoarse.

Yang Cheng began moving slowly, lightly at first, as if testing her limits.

Jiang Yu's body gently swayed with Yang Cheng's movements, the moans escaping her lips reminiscent of a kitten's soft cries, charming and tender, arousing Yang Cheng's fervor.

He couldn't resist speeding up, the room filled with the sounds of their bodies meeting.

As the rhythm quickened, Jiang Yu's moans grew louder, pleasure more intense, her body softer and limp like water on the bed.

"Chen... faster... a little faster..."

She panted, her hands climbing around his neck, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Yang Cheng not only picked up speed but each thrust reached deep within, hitting her softest spots, bringing unprecedented pleasure.

Jiang Yu gasped, her lilac tongue peeking out, her delicate body trembling violently, high-pitched moans escaping her, making her seem like a flower drenched by heavy rain, swaying in the storm.

This fragile girl was being ravished so intensely, Yang Cheng felt a pang of guilt, like he was brutally harming something beautiful.

Yet she was too alluring, he couldn't suppress his desire to be gentle, holding her delicate body tightly, moving vigorously.

"Ah! I'm close... I'm about to..."

With a sharp cry, Jiang Yu's body tightened dramatically, feeling a flash of white light in her vision, her trembling body climbing a peak.

She exhaled, her body turning limp like a pool of water, her chest heaving violently.

Yang Cheng didn't stop, continuing his motions, while channeling True Qi within himself, infusing strands of it into her body.

The True Qi surged through their connection, entering Jiang Yu's meridians, slowly enveloping the dark red Rabbit Source Qi.

The Rabbit Source Qi seemed to sense danger, fervently agitating, trying to break free from the confines of True Qi.