Song Yuzhang: Chapter 36 - Give It a Try
Chapter 36: Give It a Try
“Yes, he's sleeping over at my place tonight.”
“I figured,” Meng Tingjing furrowed his brows tightly. “Do you think I'm a child?”
On the other end of the call, Meng Sushan let out a soft laugh. “Of course not. Let me say a couple more words to Yuzhang, okay?”
Meng Tingjing said, “He's in the shower.”
Meng Sushan replied, “Alright then. Don’t fight anymore, okay?”
Meng Tingjing hung up directly.
After hanging up, his face flushed with a tinge of embarrassment, he realized his abrupt action just now did feel a bit childish.
He turned his head and glanced toward the bathroom, then looked down at himself. He was wearing a plain white robe, now completely ruined—streaks of green-black grass stains, traces of dirt, what was once a clean garment had been utterly sullied.
Meng Tingjing was still far from calm, both in body and mind.
Rationally, he’d finally freed himself from Song Yuzhang—if Song Yuzhang wanted to leave, then let him. So why had he gone after him? Was he just lust-struck? But it didn’t feel like it was only that…
His thoughts were a tangled mess.
Meng Tingjing stood there, completely motionless, like a statue weighed down by sorrow and bitterness.
Meanwhile, Song Yuzhang was in a great mood in the bathroom. He knew this meant Meng Tingjing had surrendered—and that was no surprise. If he put his mind to it, what kind of pretty boy wouldn’t eventually fall into his hands? No matter how fierce or stubborn Meng Tingjing was, as long as he was human, as long as he was a man, Song Yuzhang was confident he could win him over.
Virgins always thought they were something special, imagining they’d be some fierce warrior in bed, but in reality? Completely powerless in battle. Let’s see what he’s really made of in bed—what’s there to be afraid of? There’s no way he’d lose to some clueless virgin.
As he washed up, Song Yuzhang muttered to himself, “You’ve had it rough lately, haven’t you? Don’t worry—soon you’ll get your fill.”
Nie Yinbing—he truly couldn’t beat. And Nie Yinbing’s temperament was nothing like Meng Tingjing’s. Nie Yinbing was arrogant to the extreme, completely intolerant of any form of resistance, even pulling a gun on people—utterly unbearable. But Meng Tingjing? Aside from spewing harsh words, he didn’t actually do much. Thinking back on it, Song Yuzhang found that Meng Tingjing’s stubbornness had its charms.
For personalities like that, Song Yuzhang had experience: the only way to tame them was to break them. Tonight, he was going to settle things in bed—conquer Meng Tingjing once and for all.
Prepared for a tough battle, he threw on the robe Meng Tingjing had set out for him. Too lazy to button it, he almost went out like that—then reconsidered, not wanting to overly provoke that ‘pure and innocent’ virgin. So he put on his pants as well.
Song Yuzhang stepped out. Meng Tingjing was still standing beside the phone, his fingers resting on the desk, gaze fixed out the window. No one could say what he was thinking, but his profile was strikingly beautiful, captivating even. Song Yuzhang wasn’t particularly interested in what was on his mind—only in the body that carried those thoughts.
Meng Tingjing heard Song Yuzhang’s footsteps and caught a whiff of his scent. But he didn’t move, still wrestling with himself internally.
Was this him falling?
But this time, it was Song Yuzhang who had come to him—it was Song Yuzhang who cared first. None of it was initiated by him…
Song Yuzhang was now behind him. Meng Tingjing lowered his lashes. His hand was taken in Song Yuzhang’s, and Song Yuzhang seemed to pick up on his turmoil. He said softly, “Tingjing, don’t overthink it. Just try it.”
Meng Tingjing said coldly, “Of course, you don’t have to think. You’re used to this kind of thing, aren’t you?”
Song Yuzhang had made up his mind not to argue tonight—if there was going to be a fight, it could happen in bed. Seeing that Meng Tingjing was about to snap again, he turned and kissed him.
No more words. Let actions speak instead.
Kissing him, Song Yuzhang noticed Meng Tingjing’s lips and mouth were clean and fragrant, with a faint sweetness. When compliant, he was surprisingly gentle.
Taking advantage of this moment of obedience, Song Yuzhang kissed him while guiding him toward the bed.
Meng Tingjing’s thoughts were still a chaotic mess.
Song Yuzhang was just too beautiful.
Fresh from the shower, wearing his robe, his entire being was beautiful—from his looks to his skin, from bones to flesh. A fine mist of water clung to him, mingled with a clean scent of soap—so comforting it could easily seduce anyone.
He hadn’t bothered buttoning the robe. When Meng Tingjing opened his eyes, he either saw those long, curled lashes or smooth, porcelain-white skin—whatever he saw made his heart race, his willpower crumbling bit by bit.
First boldness, then fatigue, then total collapse.
When it came to resisting temptation, Meng Tingjing thought he’d done remarkably well. He believed he was probably the man who had turned Song Yuzhang down the most. It was Song Yuzhang who couldn’t let go—who had come back to him.
Thinking that way, compromising didn’t feel so shameful anymore.
With that thought, Meng Tingjing’s knees bent, and he collapsed willingly.
Song Yuzhang clearly had been holding back for too long—his face glowed like spring blossoms, his eyes glittering. Under that gaze, one could almost believe they were truly loved.
He cupped Meng Tingjing’s face and kissed him gently between the brows—tenderly, deeply, with a soft murmur of “Tingjing…”
Meng Tingjing burned all over. Normally fastidious and obsessed with cleanliness, he didn’t care at all about his dirtied clothes now. With no concern for image or restraint, he threw himself fully into Song Yuzhang.
Back on the lawn, he hadn’t figured out how to face Song Yuzhang yet—so all he could do was defend. But now, even if he still hadn’t thought it all through, he decided to deal with this moment first—and whatever came after, later.
Meng Tingjing began to take the initiative.
As soon as he took the initiative, Song Yuzhang felt that the rhythm was off.
Meng Tingjing's hands were large and strong. His skin was as smooth as any young master’s, but certain areas were calloused—thick and rough. Song Yuzhang instantly realized that this man was clearly someone skilled in using a gun for many years.
Song Yuzhang had already prepared for a tough battle tonight, so he wasn’t alarmed. In fact, he was somewhat eager.
Conquering someone like Meng Tingjing—a proud, fiery nobleman—was, in itself, a thrilling thought for Song Yuzhang.
But he absolutely couldn’t be forceful. With Meng Tingjing’s personality, being rough would only lead to an actual fight.
Something that was supposed to be mutual affection would turn into a mess—and what would be the fun in that?
It had to be done with strategy, finesse.
This wasn’t Song Yuzhang’s first time dealing with a headstrong noble. In his eyes, Meng Tingjing was no different—just a matter of applying the usual tricks.
Meng Tingjing was usually abstinent, never one to get close to others. Even though he had mentally prepared himself somewhat, under Song Yuzhang’s advances, he still found himself nearly losing control.
After losing himself, he quickly fell into frustration, angry at himself for becoming something so easily toyed with in Song Yuzhang’s hands. His gaze grew fierce again—but Song Yuzhang looked utterly pleased.
Each kind of pretty face held a different kind of allure for Song Yuzhang.
For someone like Meng Tingjing, it was the stronger and more ferocious he acted, the more interesting he became.
Song Yuzhang leaned in and kissed him, drawing a tremble from Meng Tingjing.
“Tingjing…” Song Yuzhang’s voice was gentle. He raised his face, a meaningful smile on his flushed cheeks. “You’re really clean. Your color’s beautiful.”
Meng Tingjing couldn’t stand Song Yuzhang speaking to him like that. He wished Song Yuzhang would just stay silent—say nothing, not make a sound at all—quiet and still, like a dream that left no trace.
But Song Yuzhang clearly wasn’t going to give him that chance. He leaned in and kissed him again, softly.
Song Yuzhang’s lips were beautiful—thin on the sides, plump in the center, curving into a tempting bow whether he smiled or not. He carried a natural air of aloof nobility.
And yet, what he was doing now had nothing to do with aloofness or nobility. There was a kind of decadent beauty in it.
Though inexperienced, Meng Tingjing wasn’t completely clueless. In his mind, that kind of act held no pleasure—it was just going through the motions.
But Song Yuzhang was showing him otherwise with actions.
It wasn’t as simple and dull as he thought. Song Yuzhang’s techniques were more varied and unexpected than he could have imagined.
“Song Yuzhang…”
Meng Tingjing reacted quickly. In a snap decision, he pushed Song Yuzhang away and flipped them over, switching their positions.
Song Yuzhang seemed a bit excited. He smiled slightly at Meng Tingjing and leaned in to kiss him again, but even though Meng Tingjing dodged, he still succeeded.
While kissing, Song Yuzhang chuckled, “Why are you hiding? Don’t like your own taste?”
Meng Tingjing’s face turned red, his head buzzing, and finally, the last thread of restraint in his mind snapped.
Song Yuzhang’s original plan had been to wear Meng Tingjing out and take advantage once he was exhausted.
But to his surprise, Meng Tingjing only grew bolder with every move—and his ability to mimic was downright terrifying.
He had started off fumbling and unsure, dodging left and right, but quickly turned Song Yuzhang’s own methods back on him.
A sharp alarm rang in Song Yuzhang’s mind, but he had been holding back for far too long—now, he couldn’t fend off the counterattack.
Meng Tingjing stared intently at Song Yuzhang’s face.
His face had turned red too, lashes curling upward, eyes half-closed, his brows furrowed slightly like he was overwhelmed. Meng Tingjing’s gaze trailed from his brows to his nose, then down to those rosy lips.
How could someone be so beautiful and yet so depraved?
Meng Tingjing was once again reminded of those colorful bills at sea and the damp, acrid-smelling dust of smoke and sweat.
His throat itched, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss Song Yuzhang. While doing so, it was like he was possessed—his mouth naturally said, “You look clean too. Really nice.”
Song Yuzhang was born with fair skin and light body hair. Normally, he looked tall and handsome without any particular detail standing out, but even his joints held a faint pink hue—his entire body was made up of soft whites and pinks, worthy of being described as ‘carved from jade and sculpted from powder.’
Hearing Meng Tingjing finally tease him back, Song Yuzhang cracked open his eyes and smiled lightly. “Not just nice to look at—very useful too.” He stroked the back of Meng Tingjing’s neck. “Want to try?”
As he finished speaking, he grabbed Meng Tingjing’s hair from behind, trying to flip him over. But just as he tightened his grip, a muffled groan slipped from him instead. Realizing something was off, he instinctively tried to retreat.
But Meng Tingjing pressed him down and met Song Yuzhang’s slightly panicked gaze with a cold smirk. “Hiding? Not going to let me taste you, too?”
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