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"Move a little closer to bed," Lin Zhilan nudged him.

"Hmm?" Su Lang looked at her, as if he didn't understand what she meant, but his eyes kept glancing at her lips a few more times.

It's soft.

Very sweet.

Su Lang recalled the taste of his wife's lips when Lin Zhilan leaned closer again.

She wore a thin, loose nightgown, revealing a pair of long, fair legs that could steal a man's soul.

Lin Zhilan is beautiful, and also has a charming and alluring side.

At work or outside, she doesn't smile often, giving off a feeling of keeping people at arm's length.

Only Su Lang knew that in this small room, on this small bed...

How beautiful and alluring a woman can be.

Lin Zhilan, clinging to Zhou Lang, leaned over to turn on the light.

A fragrance wafted gently past the man's nose.

After turning off the lights, Lin Zhilan pulled up the blanket and prepared to lie down.

The moment she moved, the "drunk" man suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together, leaving no gaps.

Su Lang wrapped one arm around her chest and the other around her waist.

He gripped his arm tightly.

His body was burning hot.

He breathed close to Lin Zhilan's ear, his breath carrying the lingering smell of alcohol.

The heat sprayed all over Lin Zhilan's neck.

Where is the drunkard?

He's clearly a lecher.

"You're faking being drunk!" Lin Zhilan turned to look at him, her eyes filled with accusation.

Su Lang had opened his eyes long ago, without anyone noticing.

He stared at Lin Zhilan quietly, his pupils seemingly unfocused, yet as if he were intently watching her.

Like a predator eyeing its prey, it sends chills down one's spine.

Lin Zhilan wanted to push him away and get further away from him.

The man's large hand was like an iron clamp, rendering her unable to move.

"Su..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Lang suddenly grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, pressed down, and precisely captured her lips.

He held her delicate, smooth skin in his palm, suppressing her struggle.

His breathing quickened.

Su Lang suddenly rolled over and pinned Lin Zhilan beneath him.

The positions were switched, and now Lin Zhilan was the one lying down.

He covered her, pressing her down so that she couldn't move.

Su Lang held her two wrists above her head with one hand and pinched her chin with the other.

He forcefully demanded a kiss.

Lin Zhilan couldn't even bite him.

He wasn't drunk, yet he seemed drunk.

Su Lang's kiss was fierce and domineering, as if he wanted to tear her apart and devour her whole.

At one point, Lin Zhilan even felt that she would be kissed to death.

He wouldn't be considered a gentleman in everyday life, but he is gentle in his movements and very caring.

It can be done in bed.

When he is dominated by desire, he reveals his vicious side.

Lin Zhilan will either become prey and be devoured by him.

The only option is with him...

Her tongue was sucked until it went numb, kissed so deeply and fiercely, that it felt as if her very soul was being controlled by Su Lang.

Su Lang was no longer the inexperienced "old man" he once was; a simple kiss was clearly not enough to satisfy him.

He quickly ripped open Lin Zhilan's pajamas.

"Damn Su Lang!" she cursed, biting her lip.

Su Lang slowly raised his head, looking at her with hazy eyes.

He was young and handsome, and even though his eyes and brows were tinged with desire, he was not repulsive; on the contrary, he possessed an indescribable sexiness.

"Zhilan, I'm not drunk."

Su Lang readily admitted, then mumbled incoherently, "I might be a little drunk."

Seeing that he had stopped moving, Lin Zhilan spoke softly to him, cupping his face and saying, "You're drunk, you need to rest now."

"It seems to disagree."

Su Lang grasped the hand on her face.

Then, Lin Zhilan watched as he slowly withdrew his arm, dragging his hand back to his den like a beast leading its prey.

Su Lang let out a muffled groan.

My fingertips were trembling.

"Why are your hands so soft?" Su Lang's voice became muffled due to suppression, as if it was slowly squeezed out of his chest and rolled around in his throat before being exhaled.

The room was very dark.

The darker the place, the more easily one's senses are amplified.

Lin Zhilan's face turned bright red, and she was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The whole room was filled with a warm, pleasant fragrance.

She couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

Just one sound made Su Lang's heart ache.

A surge of immense satisfaction and dissatisfaction welled up within me at the same time.

He bared his teeth and slowly ground and gnawed at them.

Carefully feel the white cream trembling slowly between my fingers, melting into a chewy, crumbly texture.

After being gnawed.

A delicate sweetness slowly spreads across the tip of the mouth.

Waves of energy surged toward his chest.

Lin Zhilan's cheeks were flushed, and the bite marks on her lower lip were clearly visible.

On her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her snow-white neck, there was a layer of fine, translucent beads of sweat.

Su Lang's breath caught in her throat, and the other woman ruthlessly took her breath away.

He didn't just kiss her; he bit her lips like a wild beast.

A slight pain brings endless pleasure.

Lin Zhilan quickly gave up struggling.

Physiological tears slid down her cheek and into the depths of her hair.

Her eyes were sparkling and beautiful, like gemstones after being washed.

Lin Zhilan was suspended in mid-air, and the only way to maintain her balance was to reach out and hug him; she was afraid she would fall...

……

Finally, the storm subsided.

Lin Zhilan covered her face, and a thin layer of pink tinged her face from ear tips to toes, making her look like a boiled shrimp.

"I'm never talking to you again." A sullen voice came from behind.

Su Lang wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in the side of her neck.

Gentle kisses fell, soothing her shy heart.

"Are you hungry?" The deep, resonant voice was tinged with huskiness, and there was satisfaction and desire in it.

The man rested one hand on his cheek for support, while the other lingered on his wife's alabaster cheek, enjoying the delicate, silky touch between his fingertips.

Seeing the man's rough thumb trace her lips and begin to rub them suggestively.

Lin Zhilan felt a chill run down her spine and suddenly jolted awake. She quickly raised both hands and grabbed Su Lang's large hand, angrily saying, "You can't kiss me anymore! It's all swollen up. I can't show my face to anyone tomorrow!"

Su Lang couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out and grasped his wife's hand, pulling it to his lips. He kissed her slender, soft fingers and gently reminded her, "It's already swollen."

Lin Zhilan patted him on the shoulder: "You're quite proud of yourself?"

Su Lang laughed again, a somewhat unrestrained laugh: "I am a little proud."

Lin Zhilan started to give up.

"I don't want to move. Go get me some water to wash up."

Su Lang's smile deepened as he watched her bossing him around with such self-righteousness.

"Okay." He agreed readily and got out of bed.

Lin Zhilan glanced at it, then quickly looked away and buried her face in the pillow.

She only breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his footsteps coming downstairs.

I tried to get up, but found my whole body was sore and weak, as if I had just run ten miles.

She moved her fingers, too lazy even to lift her arm.

"Bastard!" Lin Zhilan buried her face in the pillow, her ears burning.