Chapter 133: I Can't Wait for the Wedding Night

d his hand to tousle his bangs, and then walked over with composure to open the door."Sir, who are you looking for" Xia Lingyan showed a very standard and friendly smile.The man standing before him, t...At Old Madam Leng's, she went around in circles, listening in from the sidelines and subtly prompting her until finally, she managed to get Old Madam Leng talking.

Su Manxue was quite clever this time.

She knew she had to be smart and play nice, because she heard from Liu the Butler that Old Master Leng held the most power in the Leng family.

Su Manxue felt that if she pleased the most powerful person, wouldn't she be able to walk sideways in the Leng family from then on

Meanwhile, Tong Yimo was left alone in the courtyard by another person.

However, she quite liked the flowers and plants in the yard because they turned out to be some expensive herbs.

Don't forget, her grandmother is a barefoot doctor. Having lived with her grandmother for so many years, she also has a certain ability to distinguish herbs.

After meeting Su Manxue, the old master Leng took a rest.

The next day, Old Master Leng was busy with his own affairs as usual and completely forgot about meeting Tong Yimo.

Su Manxue slept soundly that night. Although this was an ancient house, it was quite comfortable to live in. When she woke up, she was inexplicably summoned by her future mother-in-law.

Being a wealthy family's mistress isn't easy. After flattering the grandfather, you still have to flatter the wife.

Meanwhile, Leng Yechen in Binjiang City was the first to learn that Old Master Leng had brought Su Manxue back home. He hurriedly followed suit and rushed to Linhai City.

As for the cold midday scene, he didn't even notice that Tong Yimo was missing.

Anyway, he was always out and about. When he came back in the evening, he thought Tong Yimo was asleep. In the morning, he also thought she was still sleeping late and didn't think to wake her up.

And these days, Tong Yimo went back to the school in Haicheng to make up for her studies. Although, Tong Yimo would send him greeting messages every day, he had never asked about what was happening to Tong Yimo at school.

Early that morning, Chen Xi hurried back to the Cold Family ancestral home. However, Old Master Cold had already gone out with a group of old gentlemen for Tai Chi. He wasn't at home.

He was about to call someone to take him to find Su Manxue, but inadvertently glanced back and saw "Su Manxue" in the courtyard, carrying a watering can and watering the herbs.

Tong Yimo was also bored and found that the flowers and plants looked good, but they seemed to have been neglected for a long time. So, she took care of the flowers and plants in the yard alone, weeding them.

When she bent down, she saw a shadow moving towards her and reflexively turned around.

"Who is it Hmmm..."

As soon as Tong Yimo spoke, her lips were seized by Leng Ye's head that lowered unexpectedly.

He gave her no chance to breathe, as if he wanted to merge her into his own body, kissing her passionately.

Cold Night held Tong Yimo tightly, his lips sucking on her lip petals.

It's so hard to see each other, and then we have to wait a long time before we meet again.

Leng Yechen felt that "Su Manxue" was torturing him, making his heart itch.

During her time in Korea, he admitted, he thought about it almost every day.

Even every time I pick up my phone, wanting to give her a call, I find myself not knowing what to say to her.

This kiss, once given, could not be taken back.

Leng Yechen hugged Tong Yimo horizontally and strode into the house.

Tong Yimo didn't stop for a moment, she struggled constantly, shouting: "Damn it! How is it you again! Let me go! Put me down!"

Her fists pounding on his chest, acted as a catalyst in his eyes.

deepened his desire to be with her.

In the cold night, Leng Ye allowed Tong Yimo to struggle in his arms. As soon as they entered the house, he stretched his thigh back and kicked the two doors shut before directly carrying Tong Yimo to the bed.

He couldn't wait to press her down onto the bed. Before Tong Yimo could curse, his kiss landed on her lips again.

The harder Tong Yimo struggled, the tighter he was bound.

With just one hand, she could be subdued.

Cold Night sank one side kissing her, while on the other side smelling that unique scent of youth from her body.

Yes, she must still be an innocent girl.

But, at this moment, he wanted to make her his woman.

Even at this moment, Tong Yimo still did not forget to resist. When she got the chance, she bit Cold Yechen's lip.

A sharp pain and the smell of blood came from her lips. Leng Yechen let go of Tong Yimo's lips, but he didn't let go of her body.

He was a man who had gone through the crucible of war. Such pain meant nothing to him.

Tong Yimo's eyes were filled with tears, and she stared at Leng Yesen with great fear.

Her kind of look left him utterly baffled.

Just like last time when he wanted to touch her, she loathed him.

"Don't, don't touch me... Please... I'm already" married!

Tong Yimo didn't understand this man at all, her whole body trembling with fear.

"Baby, I can't wait for our wedding night, so right now, I need you!" Leng Yechen said domineeringly. Before Tong Yimo could finish her words, his kiss fell again.

Tong Yimo wanted to push him away with all her might, she even wanted to scream for help, "Help!", but his kiss was too domineering, it almost took away all her voice.

Her body trembled, her resistance growing stronger.

"Baby, I love you...I need you...I'm cold and sinking in the dark night, swearing this...I will spoil you for a lifetime...take care of you for a lifetime!"

At this moment, his earnest words were not meant to deceive her, but rather spoken from the depths of his heart.

He was deeply infatuated with her, the woman named "Su Manxue."

No, it's not liking, it's love.

But Tong Yimo was astonished.

What did he just say

He said he was "cold, night, deep"!

Cold Night endured time and time again, but this time, he didn't want to endure any longer.

Anyway, she's going to be his eventually. Whether he starts eating now or later, the result will be the same.

Remember, he's a passionate young man. Faced with the woman he loves, how could he possibly remain calm

The only thought in a man's mind was to make her his woman completely and utterly.

In the struggle, Tong Yimo's clothes were stripped off by Leng Yeshen completely.

Her hands kept resisting, even her legs kicked wildly trying to escape.

Why would he treat her like this

Why is this

The more Tong Yimo resisted, the more Leng Yeshen wanted to conquer her.

She was like a wild horse that had broken free, and he craved to tame her, to have her submit willingly and serve him.

On the cold night, Leng Ye Chen began to separate Tong Yi Mo's legs, but she struggled all the way, refusing to comply.

What did he just say He said his name is "Leng Ye Chen"

Cold night, deep…

Isn't Leng Ye Chen just Zhulang's older brother

He...

How could he treat her like this!

She is his sibling!

"Let me go! Please...let me go, I'm yours——mm..." Tong Yimo tried to push away Leng Yechen and wanted to explain their relationship.

But Leng Yechen kissed her again, not giving her a chance to speak.

He endured her time and again, he felt he had had enough.

So, should he try a different position

When Leng Ye Shen wanted to turn Tong Yi Mo over to change her position, Tong Yi Mo's hands became free. She took the opportunity to reach for the desk lamp on the bedside table and picked it up, smashing it hard onto Leng Ye Shen's head.

Her strike, unexpectedly, calmed Cold Night Sink.

Blood gushed from his forehead, and Leng Yechen watched the panicked Tong Yimo with a sudden pang in his chest.

Why would she do this to herself

Could it be that, all this time, he hasn't treated her well enough

Whatever she wanted, he would give her.

Even...

She ran wild outside, and he embraced it all.

He only wanted to be intimate with her because he missed her too much.

But, why wouldn't she even give him such an intimate touch

At this moment, Leng Yechen didn't know how to face her. He could only pretend to faint and let her handle him.

Tong Yimo put down the desk lamp, hurriedly got dressed and was about to escape, but she stopped at the door.

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Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!..Because it's a side view, the lighting isn't great, and the man in the photo does kind of look like Leng Yechen, but also a bit like Leng Zhujing.Tong Yimò returned her phone to the female colleague...