Chapter 96 None of Us Cried

  "How did they know my bank card number?"

  Bai Wei saw her card number and name displayed on the webpage and immediately cried out in confusion.

  "Xiao Wei, isn't this unusual? Even Cong Ye's childhood stories are told in such detail, let alone just a bank card number."

  Zhi Xiao Hui was also quite lively today and gradually regained her usual demeanor.

  "But why isn't it Xiaohui sister, Qingcheng sister, Congye brother, but me?"

  "Don't you think you're quite wealthy and won't embezzle the donation?"

  Zhì Xiǎo Huì said with a smile.

  "Little Hui sister, will you be greedy or will Qing Cheng sister be greedy? However, Brother Cong Ye might just do it."

  Pervy's words instantly made the three girls look at Cong Ye together. Cong Ye smiled awkwardly and hurried back to the suite to treat his wounds. However, Cong Ye, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, found it difficult to immerse himself as he did every day. As time passed bit by bit, the night was approaching step by step, and Cong Ye's heart became more and more eager for tonight's body wash.

  After dinner, they watched TV for a while, and then Zhi Xiao Hui and Bai Wei excused themselves to leave. They both understood the awkwardness of helping Cong Ye bathe, so they tried to give the person on duty some space alone, lest everyone felt embarrassed.

  After sitting for a while, Cong Ye saw that Yan Qing Cheng didn't show any intention of helping him clean his body, and he didn't know if it was on purpose or if she had forgotten, so he couldn't help but softly call out:

  "City Top Sister?"

  "Uh, something up?"

  "I want to take a bath."

  Yan Qingcheng's face immediately turned red, and she playfully glared at Cong Ye with a pout, before quickly lowering her head and bursting into giggles.

  "Who insisted on not taking a bath that day?"

  "I've changed my mind, now."

  "Okay, so should I call Weiwei back or Huier back?"

  "Big Sister of the City."

  Congye's tone was clearly mixed with a spoiled component, and the two eyes were like those of a child, revealing an expectant expression.

  Yan Qingcheng slightly lowered her head, walked to Cong Ye's side, reached out under his arm, and pulled Cong Ye up from the sofa. Without a word, she lifted her foot and headed towards the bathroom. Cong Ye followed closely behind, quickly kicking the bathroom door shut with his heel.

  Yan Qingcheng remained silent, with a flush on her face, gently helping Cong Ye remove his sleep robe from his upper body. At the same time, she also pulled down Cong Ye's shorts to his ankles without needing any indication from Yan Qingcheng. Cong Ye voluntarily moved his feet and cooperated to take off his shorts, then stood there straight, watching as Yan Qingcheng dampened a towel and began wiping him down from his back.

  Cong Ye really wanted Yan Qing Cheng to come in front of him as soon as possible, so he could take a good look at her. However, Yan Qing Cheng kept wiping his back, shoulders, buttocks, thighs and calves. After wiping for a while, Cong Ye became impatient.

  "City Toppling Sister?"

  "Uh-huh."

  Yan Qingcheng made a low humming noise with her nose, which was equivalent to responding to Cong Ye.

  "It's all right now."

  "Okay, let's get dressed."

  Cong Ye felt it, starting from the living room, Yan Qing Cheng was intentionally teasing him.

  "The front hasn't been wiped yet."

  Cong Ye's tone was really like a child's, matching Yan Qingcheng's teasing, and said softly.

  "What's the hurry?"

  As she spoke, Yan Qingcheng moved in front of Cong Ye, and as for the bulge between Cong Ye's legs, Yan Qingcheng had already seen it when she took off his shorts. To say that her heart wasn't racing or panicked was definitely impossible, so she deliberately started by wiping from behind first. After all, Yan Qingcheng was a married woman who knew the taste of intimacy between men and women. So, Cong Ye's erect bulge made Yan Qingcheng's heart, which had been silent for over two years, stir up layer upon layer of ripples. The natural physiological reaction quickly made her feel the wet heat and discomfort between her legs.

  Today, Yan Qingcheng hadn't changed into her nightgown after dinner and was still wearing a short-sleeved polo shirt and a pair of seven-eighths pants. Normally, Yan Qingcheng rarely wore skirts.

  She lifted her feet, carefully starting from Cong Ye's chest, and Yan Qingcheng used a towel at times, and at other times, she used her soft palms to wipe his body clean. Cong Ye lowered his head to look, with a red face, but still focused on Yan Qingcheng who was wiping his body clean, his heart full of sweet feelings. His original intention in going to Guan Hai City was just to take care of his sister-in-law, as well as comfort his younger sister and mother, but the development of things had exceeded his expectations. However, Cong Ye was very satisfied with this ending. For this sister-in-law who was eight years older than him, no matter which aspect, Cong Ye felt that he could win Yan Qingcheng's heart, it was his good fortune accumulated over several lifetimes.

  Slowly, Yan Qingcheng moved down, and when she arrived at Cong Ye's legs, she didn't hesitate at all. First, she wiped him with a wet towel twice, then put down the towel, picked up the soap, and gently applied it once. Next, she stretched out her slender hands and carefully cleaned Cong Ye spotless. Feeling the softness and warmth from those jade-like hands, Cong Ye naturally became even harder. However, when he sneaked a peek at Yan Qingcheng's expression while she was cleaning him, his desire gradually dissipated. Because Cong Ye felt that Yan Qingcheng seemed to be doing something extremely normal, despite her face being even redder.

  At first glance, Yan Qingcheng noticed the eerie change coming from the cluster of leaves in her hand, which was slowly withering away.

  This change filled Yan Qingcheng's heart with sweetness in an instant.

  Girls are different from boys, once they fall in love with a boy, they will give themselves to the other person without reservation, including their body and soul. Especially for girls like Yan Qingcheng who have knowledge and experience, it's even more so, it's not easy to win her heart, but once you move her, she'll give you ten times the return.

  After what happened on Nanjing Road, Yan Qingcheng had already made up her mind to follow Cong Ye unconditionally for the rest of her life, as long as Cong Ye didn't reject her. Of course, no matter what kind of woman she was, what they wanted most was a man's heart, not his infatuation with their body. So, Cong Ye's physical changes made Yan Qingcheng feel that she had truly gained Cong Ye's love and respect in his heart, not just his physical attraction to her. Only when based on mutual respect can it be considered true love, this kind of love transcends physical attraction, and only this kind of love can last forever.

  The change in her heart made Yan Qingcheng's movements even more gentle and natural.

  Congye, who grew up in an orphanage since childhood, had never experienced such treatment. He had already closed his eyes and was indulging in it. Every time Yan Qingcheng's slender fingers touched Congye's skin, he would feel comfortable to the deepest part of his soul. If Congye's arms could move, he really wanted to gently hold Yan Qingcheng in his embrace, letting her feel his heartbeat, feeling the warmth and security brought by his solid chest.

  It seemed that Yan Qingcheng had sensed Cong Ye's thoughts, and after washing Cong Ye's feet, she stood up, gently pushed open Cong Ye's arms, squeezed into his embrace, and lightly stuck to him, including her slightly hot cheeks, regardless of the water droplets on Cong Ye's body that had not yet dried.

  "Overturning the city."

  "Thicket leaves."

  They just called each other's names, and everything was understood without a word.

  In an instant, Cong Ye felt Yan Qing Cheng's scorching tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, sliding down his chest. He didn't try to comfort her or interrupt her, but instead, tears also flowed from his own eyes, streaming down his face and dripping onto Yan Qing Cheng's head. Yan Qing Cheng lifted her tear-stained, yet happily smiling face, just as Cong Ye's tears landed on her snowy white forehead.

  Cong Ye, don't cry.

  "Alright, don't cry. Jing Cheng isn't allowed to cry either."

  "Okay, let's neither of us cry."

  That's what they said, but neither of them could hold back their tears of happiness.

  After a long while, it was Yan Qingcheng who tiptoed and wiped away the tear stains from Cong Ye's eyes with her sleeves. She then gently pressed her lips to his forehead before saying:

  "Go wash your face and then you can wash your hair."