Song Hanzheng's hands were really big.
This was a conclusion drawn from an entire night of firsthand experience last night.
And his fingers were also very long, with prominent knuckles and calloused fingertips.
Last night, Jiang Liuyue cried and begged for mercy, her voice hoarse from screaming, her eyes red as she curled up in the corner of the bed.
But he, like a ruthless bastard who couldn't hear a word she said, relentlessly pinned her hands above her head, fingers intertwined, and whispered in her ear over and over again, "Baby, I like you so much."
His voice was low and husky.
Let's rewind to last night.
"If you like me, then stop tormenting me," Jiang Liuyue said, her face flushed and her body burning hot.
Half-conscious, she hooked her leg around him, her calf grazing his waist, trying to use her charm to buy herself a way out.
Song Hanzheng's smile carried a hint of seductive mischief.
He lowered his head and placed a featherlight kiss on her eyelid, his voice lazy.
"Be good. It's not dark yet. There's still plenty of time."
"You'll get tired," Jiang Liuyue tried to reason with him.
"I won't."
He answered with just two words, crisp and decisive.
Later, Song Hanzheng demonstrated through sheer physical effort what "I won't" really meant.
Until she didn't even have the strength to argue anymore.
When she woke up the next morning, Jiang Liuyue's waist was sore.
But he looked completely satisfied, refreshed and energetic in a way that made her want to punch him.
And there was a hilarious mix-up from last night's events.
Song Hanzheng's phone was lying on the bedside table. As they tumbled onto the bed doing what they loved, the phone buzzed several times.
The screen lit up and dimmed, dimmed and lit up again.
But no one bothered to answer it.
Finally, Jiang Liuyue got annoyed by the noise. She kicked the buzzing object to the side with her foot, her toes brushing against Song Hanzheng's calf as she mumbled, "So noisy."
Only then did he reluctantly reach for the phone.
The caller ID showed Lin Yizhou.
Song Hanzheng's brows instantly furrowed into a knot, and he was about to hang up right away.
His finger was already hovering over the red "decline" button, but he slipped and accidentally hit the green "answer" button instead.
He froze for a moment, then frowned as he pressed the phone to his ear, not yet getting a word out.
Jiang Liuyue, seeing him taking so long to come back, mischievously pressed herself against his back. Her warm body, separated only by the thin fabric of his clothes, clung to him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder blade, her voice still laced with lingering desire and seductive laziness.
"Baby, who is it?"
"Nothing. Just a crank call," Song Hanzheng said without changing his expression, pressing the hang-up button. Without another glance, he tossed the phone back onto the bedside table, face down.
They kissed and cuddled, and before long, they couldn't resist going at it again. The sheets wrinkled into a mess, and the pillow rolled off somewhere.
But right at that moment, the phone rang again.
Song Hanzheng thought it was Lin Yizhou calling again, and his anger flared up instantly.
Why won't this guy leave them alone?
He answered the call, and without waiting for the other person to speak, he lashed out, his tone cold and harsh.
"That's enough! What time is it now? You keep calling! I'm telling you, I'll only ever love Liuyue for the rest of my life. We're planning to get married, so stop having designs on her! If you try to hurt her, I'll make you pay a terrible price."
He spoke rapidly, not even pausing to catch his breath.
Just as he was finishing his rant and getting ready to hang up, a trembling female voice came from the other end of the line.
It was filled with shock and disbelief.
"...Hanzheng-gege, what did you say... You're getting married? To Jiang Liuyue?"
Song Hanzheng glanced at the phone screen and realized the incoming number wasn't the same as the previous one.
This second call was from Li Feile.
The air suddenly went still for a moment.
Jiang Liuyue had been dead tired, curled up under the covers with only her head poking out.
But as soon as she heard that voice, she perked up immediately.
Her drowsiness vanished into thin air.
She tightened her legs slightly, wrapping them around his waist, her lips moving from his Adam's apple down to his collarbone, then tracing along his skin to his ear, where she gently bit his earlobe.
The pressure was just right—enough to make his breathing falter.
A flicker of endurance flashed in Song Hanzheng's eyes, and he let out a muffled groan.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was unmistakable.
Li Feile definitely heard it.
He was about to hang up, his thumb already moving to the edge of the screen, but then Jiang Liuyue snatched the phone away from him.
She grinned like a little fox, full of mischief.
The faint redness at the corners of her eyes hadn't faded yet, making her look both pure and tantalizing, playfully wicked.
"Baby, why are you suffering?" she asked deliberately, her voice dripping with honey and dripping into his bones. Her tone was slow and teasing, every word like a sugar-coated little hook, all while her hands roamed restlessly over his body.
Song Hanzheng's face flushed bright red, the color spreading from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears.
Right now, he was on the phone with Li Feile.
There was complete silence on the other end—she didn't even breathe audibly.
And here they were, doing the most intimate things, every sensation of their bodies faithfully captured by the phone's microphone.
Especially since Jiang Liuyue's other little hand was setting him on fire, and she wouldn't let him hang up. Every time he tried to grab the phone back, she dodged away gracefully.
Song Hanzheng let out another muffled groan, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
The sound came from deep in his throat, carrying a raw, hoarse edge and a barely restrained control. "Mmn..."
"Do you want it?" Jiang Liuyue's tone was sickeningly sweet, enough to make anyone's heart race.
"Yeah," he answered, his voice barely audible.
"Do you want it? Say it: 'Baby, I want it so bad.'" Jiang Liuyue whispered enticement in his ear.
"...I... baby..."
Song Hanzheng felt utterly humiliated, his ears burning so hot they could fry an egg.
And the phone was still connected. In the eyes of outsiders, he was always the mature, steady, sharp and decisive type—when had he ever said something like this?
How could he bring himself to say it?
"Baby, so you don't want it?" Jiang Liuyue teased him cruelly, her tone carrying a lazy indifference that said, "If you don't want it, fine with me."
But even as she said that, she teased him even harder, her actions completely at odds with her dismissive words.
A thin sheen of sweat had formed on Song Hanzheng's forehead.
Tiny beads of sweat trickled down his temples, and the beautiful pupils of his eyes reflected this heartless woman's mischievous smile.
His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling more and more noticeably.
The sounds of his panting were startlingly clear over the phone line.
On the other end, Li Feile was remarkably quiet. She neither hung up nor spoke.
Song Hanzheng struggled for a moment.
On one side was more than twenty years of maintained dignity and restraint; on the other side was this woman lighting a fire on his body right before his eyes.
Just when he was about to lose control of his emotions, he finally gave up resisting.
His voice hoarse and deep, he growled in a low tone:
"Baby, I want it."
