Living like a widow? My rough neighbor is coaxing me to have a baby every night.

Chapter 156 Driving Too Fast Makes a Car Crash

Following his lead, Xiao Lan moved closer to him as if she had no bones.

A hot, pungent smell, a mixture of face cream and sweat, wafted into Xu Yuecheng's nostrils.

That's a woman's scent.

It's a deadly taste.

"I know you're strong, and I know you don't want to be a coward."

This man is quite well-off, far superior to her deadbeat husband.

If this big guy ends up with her, she'll be in heaven with happiness.

Xiao Lan's voice suddenly lowered, becoming soft and seductive, "But having strength is one thing, but knowing where to use it is another."

With a flick of her wrist, her soft, boneless hand climbed onto his hard shoulder, her nails lightly scratching his sweat-soaked skin.

Xu Yuecheng felt as if that small patch of skin had been electrified, a tingling, itchy sensation that seemed to seep into his very bones.

His breath hitched, and the anger that was about to erupt vanished instantly with a scratch from that fingernail.

Xiao Lan looked at his dazed expression, and her smile deepened.

With a gentle twist of her waist, like a slippery fish, she turned over on the narrow single bed.

The next second, Xu Yuecheng felt a dizzying sensation as the world spun around him.

Before he could react, a warm and soft body pressed down on him.

Strands of hair fell down, brushing against his face, tickling him.

Xiao Lan looked down at him.

Those usually calculating peach blossom eyes now seemed to hold two pools of spring water, as if they could suck one's soul into them.

"What's the rush?"

Her breath was fragrant and warm, spraying onto his tense chin, making his Adam's apple bob uncontrollably.

"Everyone has a novice phase. If you drive too fast, the car is easy to flip over. You have to drive slowly and steadily to see the scenery along the roadside."

Xu Yuecheng subconsciously raised his large hand and tightened his grip on that slender waist that was as soft as a willow branch.

The touch beneath his palm was warm and delicate, an exquisite sensation he had never experienced in his more than twenty years of life.

It's much more exciting than touching the steering wheel.

"I...I don't understand those complicated details."

His voice was terribly hoarse. "I knew it. This shouldn't be a woman's job."

"Then who's in charge?"

Xiao Lan chuckled softly and leaned down slightly.

Their noses almost collided.

"In this matter, whoever is more skilled is the teacher. Captain Xu, your technique isn't good enough; you need to practice."

Provoked by her words, Xu Yuecheng's competitive spirit was reignited.

"Who says I can't do it? I just didn't perform well before! Let's do it again, and I'll show you what a real man is!"

As he spoke, he was about to turn the tables and reclaim his sovereignty.

A slightly cool hand pressed against his lips first, silencing all the harsh words he was about to say.

Xiao Lan didn't let him move.

Her fingertips slid slowly down his strong brow bone, across his high nose bridge, and finally stopped to gently caress his tightly pursed thin lips.

That faint touch, like a feather brushing against the tip of the heart, sent a shiver down one's spine.

"Shh-"

Xiao Lan's eyes gleamed with a hint of red, and her voice was so seductive it could melt your heart, "Don't just talk the talk, don't walk the walk."

"If you want to learn, then listen to your older sister."

"I'll teach you slowly how to make someone feel good, how to... make someone addicted even without brute force."

Xu Yuecheng felt his blood rushing backward again.

The sense of frustration caused by "speed" was instantly swallowed up by another, more intense and primal desire.

He saw his own reflection in those alluring eyes.

Disheveled, yet obsessed.

It's like falling into a spider's web called "Xiao Lan," and even though you know it's a trap, you're willing to jump in.

This woman is simply a vixen.

A demon that comes specifically to drain his life force.

"Hold."

Xu Yuecheng cursed under his breath, and the large hand that was wrapped around her waist tightened suddenly, almost breaking her slender waist.

"Fine, I'll teach you! Once I've learned it, you'll be begging for mercy!"

The dim light cast two intertwined shadows on the wall; this time, it was no longer the restless fury of a storm.

The cicadas outside the window were still chirping loudly, but they couldn't drown out the suppressed low breathing and occasional muffled groans coming from inside the room.

The night is still long.

Was he the wolf who stumbled into the trap, or was she the hunter who laid the inescapable net?

This game of chess has only just begun; the outcome is still uncertain.

The next day, when checking out, Xu Yuecheng followed Xiao Lan downstairs, his eyes practically glued to her swaying hips. His mind was filled with the groans of the old iron bed from the previous night, unable to bear the weight any longer.

When they got downstairs to the counter, the woman knitting pushed up her reading glasses, glanced at the two of them with a meaningful look in her eyes.

"Oh, you're awake? You look energetic, you didn't sleep much last night, did you?"

Xu Yuecheng's dark face instantly turned red to his ears. He subconsciously straightened his back, trying to show off the prestige of a team leader, but swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

The auntie's knitting needles didn't stop, but her mouth didn't hold back: "I have to say something to you two. Didn't I tell you to keep it down? That bed creaked all night, like it was going to fall apart. Everyone on the third floor could hear it. People thought some couple was fighting. I explained to them that we were newlyweds, and we had a good relationship, but the way they looked at us... tsk tsk."

Xu Yuecheng's throat tightened, and his ears burned even more intensely. He wished there was a crack in the ground he could crawl into.

In his more than twenty years of life, this was the first time he had been publicly reprimanded for this matter, especially in front of Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan, however, acted as if nothing had happened, leaning against the counter with captivating charm. She reached out and took Xu Yuecheng's arm, leaning softly against him and giving the older woman a sweet smile.

"Auntie, I'm so sorry. We've only been married a short time. My husband is strong and doesn't know his own strength. He's so impatient."

As she spoke, she glanced at Xu Yuecheng with a seductive look that seemed to drip with affection. "After you come a few more times, you'll have more experience, and I promise I won't disturb your sleep."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yuecheng felt all the blood rush to one place, a mixture of embarrassment and numbness.

The woman paused for a moment, then chuckled, shaking her head as she took the keys: "Alright, alright, hurry up and go, you're so young and impetuous."

Xiao Lan, holding Xu Yuecheng's still stiff arm, walked out of the guesthouse with her head held high, like a victorious female general.