12dz Chapter 56 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 30
Chapter 56 Traditional Well-Behaved Ladies 30
Outside the door, the sounds of the two arguing back and forth were indistinct.
Inside the door, Wen Zhao carefully kissed his scratched, groping hand, then slowly moved it upwards.
From his muscular arms to his warm, soft neck, and finally to the lips he had longed for.
The arguing turned into indistinct sobs, and the hand, just as wicked as its owner, wrapped its arms around his neck.
It touched the mark it had made, touched Wen Zhao's newly healed wound, and gently caressed that sensitive new flesh.
Wen Zhao's heart trembled with her movements, and the gentle kisses became as rapid as a storm.
But he still retained a shred of reason and managed to stop all his actions just before things spiraled out of control.
Holding her tightly in his arms, Wen Zhao gently patted her back to calm their overly excited state.
Not now.
They still have a mission ahead. If he dies, or if she survives, perhaps she will have a new life.
He took a deep breath and mentally rehearsed the process to distract himself from his excessively surging desires.
As his thoughts drifted away, he suddenly let out a muffled groan, and the hand that was comforting the person holding him tightened abruptly.
Bound tightly by a pair of strong hands, Ling Yi grew wildly along the gaps like a vine.
She sought out his most vulnerable spot and bit into his fatal Adam's apple.
"Coward," she scolded in his ear, then took the initiative and restrained his hands, leaving him with no way to escape.
Under the warm yellow light, Wen Zhao gazed intently at Ling Yi, whose figure was rising and falling, letting her possess him completely.
They were entwined in a passionate embrace, determined to become one even in death, leaving behind the deepest memories of each other.
The moment the wound was kissed, he could no longer bear the unbearable pain in his body, and with a twist of his waist, he took the initiative.
Beads of sweat slid down his chin, only to be caught by his snow-white skin.
The argument that night began and ended with sobbing.
After treating her wounds, Sister Hong listened to the creaking sound from the ceiling, turned over, and continued to curse the two despicable people.
When the warm sunlight shone into the room where the curtains hadn't been drawn, Wen Zhao opened his eyes alertly, and then a blush spread from his ears all the way to his cheeks and neck.
He was drunk; he couldn't control his impulses.
The long eyelashes of the person in his arms obscured her light blue eyes. There was a small wound on the corner of her lip, as if she had bitten herself.
On the exposed patch of collarbone, there was red blood from his sucking.
A jumble of memories flashed through Wen Zhao's mind, and he knew without lifting the covers that there was something even more chaotic inside.
The man, whose ears had been bitten several times, whose neck and back were scratched by fingernails, and whose wrists were even bruised by his shirt, was unaware of how disheveled he looked and felt sorry for Ling Yi, the instigator.
When Ling Yi opened her eyes, she saw the puppy looking dejected.
She straightened her hair, her tall figure outlining an alluring curve in the sunlight.
At that moment, the fox spirit, who seemed to have drained the scholar of his life force, glanced at him sideways, her eyes filled with a thousand kinds of charm: "Why that look?"
Wen Zhao, filled with self-reproach, froze for a moment, then whispered, "It was me..."
Ling Yi couldn't stand his fussy manner, so she raised her hand and patted his cheek: "Cheer up, don't make it seem like I forced you."
She pulled Wen Zhao's clothes over herself and took long strides out of bed.
The moment Wen Zhao caught sight of the excessive finger marks, he abruptly looked away.
Ling Yi leaned down, covered his head with the blanket, and then gently patted his head through the blanket: "Of course, you can't force me."
"It's impolite to dwell on things that are consensual."
After saying that, he went into the bathroom to wash up.
The person covered by the blanket remained stiff for a long time, and then suddenly a muffled laugh came from inside.
It's perfectly normal for couples to argue in bed and make up before they get out of bed.
In this war, the only one who was injured was Sister Hong, who was not innocent.
Hongjie had a gauze pad on her nose and was itching to see the couple standing at the door, so affectionate.
"Tonight I'll take you to that restaurant you've been wanting to eat at for so long." Wen Zhao kissed Ling Yi's cheek and teased, "Consider it an apology to my wife."
"Pah!" Ling Yi playfully shoved him in the chest, "Who needs your apology? Go to work!"
Wen Zhao grabbed the hand that was pushed towards him, kissed it, and then laughed and left.
Ling Yi stared at his retreating figure for a long while before turning around and glaring at Sister Hong: "Did you hear that? You don't need to prepare dinner for us tonight!"
Hongjie nodded obediently, then huddled in the kitchen, secretly making a voodoo doll of Lingyi.
the other side.
"Wen Jun!" When Wen Zhaochun walked triumphantly to the police station, he met Nakamura, who had been waiting there for a long time.
"Nakamura-kun!" A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face at first, then he smiled and went to greet him.
Nakamura's cold eyes stared intently at Wen Zhao, easily noticing the scratches spreading from his collar and the small teeth marks on his ear that someone had bitten.
Noticing his gaze, Wen Zhao awkwardly tried to cover his wrist, but in doing so, he exposed the flaw on his wrist.
"Nakamura-kun, is there something you need?" He cleared his throat, a rare hint of annoyance on his face.
Nakamura wasn't annoyed or displeased by this; instead, he laughed heartily: "Mrs. Wenjun, you certainly have a temper!"
Of course, that's a huge undertaking!
He likes women who are generous and have strong tempers, like Wen Jun's women, or the mistress of the Wang Mansion.
The lady's question, "Does being a traitor mean you have to sit in the second-in-command position?" solidified the king's resolve. Compared to the couple's blatant treason, this lady Lingyi was somewhat lacking.
Of course, the latter benefits him more.
Hopefully, Ms. Ling will continue her efforts and catch up with her predecessors soon!
Wen Zhao had no idea that this guy was linking Ling Yi with that female traitor surnamed Chen in his mind. He just smiled wryly and cupped his hands, saying, "Nakamura-kun, please stop talking. I'm not strict enough with my family!"
"I've lost so much face in front of you all, I don't know how I'm going to get along with you all from now on!"
After enjoying Wen Zhao's embarrassed state for a while, Nakamura handed him the newspaper he had prepared for him that morning.
"Wen Jun, you've not just lost face in front of us, you've lost face in front of the entire city of Shanghai!"
He came here this morning to watch Wen Jun's antics and, incidentally, to extort some money from him.
After all, his wife was so generous, so he, as her husband, couldn't be stingy with his apology, could he?