Chapter 297: Chapter 297

Shi Yang gazed at her: "Meimei, do you really love me that much?"

Zhao Meimei looked at Shi Yang with eyes full of temptation. Her heart was racing, feeling like all the blood in her body was boiling. She nodded firmly: "Love, love you the most!"

Shi Yang lowered his head and kissed her, asking: "Tomorrow, I’ll go with my parents to your house for a proposal. Are you willing to come with me?"

"Proposal?" Zhao Meimei suddenly reacted, her eyes wide with surprise and delight: "Your mom agreed?"

Shi Yang squinted his eyes with a smile: "Didn’t you already say it? My mom likes you the best. If she can have you as her daughter-in-law, she’s naturally delighted."

Zhao Meimei was ecstatic, throwing herself into Shi Yang’s arms, her face flushed with excitement: "Really agreed! Ah! That’s wonderful! I knew it!"

Shi Yang lightly bit her nose tip: "Still haven’t answered me, are you willing?"

Zhao Meimei grinned widely, revealing neat white teeth: "I’m willing! I can’t wait to marry you right now!"

Shi Yang held her face, showering her with affectionate kisses: "Marrying me might not be possible right now, but we could have a honeymoon first!"

Shi Yang’s big hand slipped inside Zhao Meimei’s clothes, teasing her with a mischievous smile: "So smooth, so nice to touch, I should’ve bought more bags back when I was in Tianjin."

Zhao Meimei laughed as he touched her, and Shi Yang directly undressed her, carrying her to the bathroom.

Zhao Meimei hurriedly reminded: "I’ve showered already!"

Shi Yang didn’t stop: "I haven’t showered yet. I’d like you to help me with that."

Zhao Meimei blushed immediately, holding tightly onto Shi Yang’s neck, nestling herself into his arms, her face buried into Shi Yang’s shoulder, secretly smiling.

In the bathroom, Shi Yang watched Zhao Meimei while she lathered the bath sponge.

Zhao Meimei chatted as she rubbed: "Bath salts are better, they smell nice and cleanse well."

Shi Yang turned around, letting Zhao Meimei scrub his back: "You like it, don’t you? We didn’t buy that many bags, so they’re all reserved for you. Besides, why should I make myself so slippery, when just touching you is enough."

Zhao Meimei giggled, carefully applying foam to Shi Yang’s back, rubbing all over, as if caressing him, yet teasingly keeping a distance.

Shi Yang suddenly turned around, his dark eyes intense, throat swallowing, his chest and abdominal muscles tense and firm, appearing particularly pale against his sun-darkened arms.

Shi Xiaoyang suddenly hardened bit by bit, looking at Zhao Meimei like a wolf.

Zhao Meimei was simply applying foam, without any teasing gestures, but upon encountering Shi Xiaoyang’s wild and untamed look, couldn’t resist glancing at Shi Yang’s pelvis contour, reminding aloud: "Hey, bro, you’re hard."

Shi Yang looked at Zhao Meimei with eyes like a film of mist: "With you touching and looking like that, could I not be?"

Zhao Meimei hadn’t had time to speak when Shi Yang suddenly grabbed her arm, their positions switched in an instant, with Shi Yang pressing her body against the wall.

Zhao Meimei’s back stuck to the wet wall covered with water droplets, Shi Yang’s mouth came up to her, kissing her intensely.

Zhao Meimei couldn’t help but want to embrace him, but with Shi Yang’s body full of foam, she couldn’t hold tight, so she crossed her arms and hugged Shi Yang’s neck.

Shi Yang whispered in a hoarse voice: "Meimei, I want to do it."

Zhao Meimei’s eyes were watery as she responded without hesitation: "Yeah, I want to too."

Shi Yang entered, covered with lots of foam, the experience uniquely wonderful.

Zhao Meimei couldn’t muster any strength, only tightly holding onto Shi Yang’s neck, when Shi Yang suddenly turned on the shower switch, warm water cascaded down, washing away the foam on their bodies, allowing them to embrace tightly.

Shi Yang’s heavy chest pressed against her, leaving Zhao Meimei breathless, the steamy heat causing her suffocation, with intense sensations flooding from below her, morphing into overlapping surges, layer after layer engulfing her...

The sound of water masked the decadent moans.

Shi Yang seized the chance to shift position, casually turning off the spray, breathing hard and heavily, as if savoring it, face close to Zhao Meimei’s ear, asking: "Does it feel good?"

The steamy breath engulfed Zhao Meimei’s ear, making her spine tingle as she said: "You’re thrusting too deep, I feel like my stomach might rip open, it hurts a bit."

Shi Yang chuckled: "Just adjusted the position, give it a moment and it’ll be fine."

Zhao Meimei hummed sympathetically: "Bro, your thing is too big, I feel like I won’t adapt even after a year and a half."

Such words are what all men love to hear and care about. Shi Yang’s chest vibrated with laughter, he bit Zhao Meimei’s spine a couple of times, causing her to shiver: "No worries, we’ve got plenty of time together, you’ll fit in sooner or later."

Zhao Meimei felt painful and itchy from being bitten, like an electric shock coursing through her, calling out in delight.

Shi Yang turned her chin, sealing her mouth with his.

Shi Yang, satisfied with the kisses, moved away, his voice husky and demanding: "Meimei, call me."

Zhao Meimei was so comfortable that her head was spinning, her gaze disoriented: "Huh? Bro..."

Shi Yang’s voice was exceedingly gentle, with a guiding tone: "I don’t want to hear that, use the name you called me in Tianjin."

Zhao Meimei understood, squinting her eyes, called out: "Husband!" She strained her voice, being naughty, deliberately called once more: "Husband, husband... I love you..."

Zhao Meimei’s calling sounded tender, with a prolonged tail note, her slightly tilted face adorned with a blissful smile, the lines at her eye corners pressing into hints of allure.

Shi Yang’s movements halted, momentarily losing control, feeling like he’d press Zhao Meimei right into the wall, embedding her as a captivating fresco.

Zhao Meimei’s tears burst from her eye corners, almost crying, calling out randomly to plead, sounding like a cat mewling, pleading for mercy, feeling like her man might just ravish her to death... Such a way to die must be exhilarating.

When Shi Yang finished, his face was buried in Zhao Meimei’s neck, both of them trembling together.

Shi Yang held her tightly, unmoving, only muttering softly: "Meimei, baby..."

Zhao Meimei felt warmed, closing her eyes, unwilling to open them.

In the daze, it seemed her right hand was lifted by Shi Yang, he lightly kissed her middle finger, wearing their engagement ring, Shi Yang’s kiss seemed to carry a warm heat...

That night, Zhao Meimei received a call from her mother.

Liu Xiue on the phone showed concern: "What time did you get home? Have you had dinner?"

Zhao Meimei curled on the sofa watching TV: "Got home in the afternoon, had dinner."

Liu Xiue complained: "You didn’t even think to call home, don’t you know your dad and I were worried?"

Zhao Meimei dismissed: "I’m with my brother, what’s there to worry about... Hey, mom, wait a minute, my brother wants to talk to you."

Shi Yang took the receiver: "Hello, Auntie."

Liu Xiue: "Yangyang, just got back, tired?"

Shi Yang replied: "Not too bad. Oh, Auntie, please set aside some time tomorrow night. My parents want to invite you both for dinner."

Liu Xiue paused, then agreed: "Alright."

After hanging up, Liu Xiue turned to Zhao Dazhuang beside her: "His parents want to invite us to dinner tomorrow night."

The two exchanged a look, a peculiar expression on their faces, their eyes complicated.