"Move over a bit." Lin Zhilan nudged him.
"Hmm?" Su Lang looked at her as if he didn't understand, but his gaze quietly lingered on her lips for a few extra seconds.
Soft.
Very sweet.
As Su Lang recalled the taste of his wife's lips, Lin Zhilan leaned in closer again.
She was wearing a thin, oversized nightgown that left her long, fair legs exposed—enough to steal a man's soul away.
Lin Zhilan was beautiful, possessing a naturally seductive charm.
At work or out in public, she rarely smiled, giving off an aura that kept people at arm's length.
Only Su Lang knew how exquisitely tender and alluring this woman could be in this small room, on this modest bed.
Lin Zhilan hovered over Su Lang, leaning across him to turn off the light.
A wisp of fragrance brushed gently past the man's nose.
After turning off the light, Lin Zhilan pulled the covers up, preparing to lie down.
The moment she moved, the "drunk" man suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
Their two bodies pressed tightly together, leaving no space between them.
Su Lang wrapped one arm across her chest and held her waist with the other.
His arms tightened with force.
His body was burning hot.
He breathed against Lin Zhilan's ear, carrying the lingering scent of alcohol.
His hot breath fanned entirely over her neck.
He wasn't a drunkard at all; he was clearly a lecher.
"You were pretending to be drunk!" Lin Zhilan turned to look at him, her eyes full of accusation.
Su Lang had opened his eyes at some unknown point.
He looked at Lin Zhilan quietly. His pupils seemed unfocused, yet it felt as though he was staring intently at her.
Like a fierce beast locking onto its prey, it made one shudder slightly.
Lin Zhilan tried to push him away to put some distance between them.
But the man's large hands were like iron tongs, rendering her unable to move.
"Su..."
Before she could finish, Su Lang suddenly grasped the back of her neck with one hand, pressed her down, and accurately captured her lips.
His palm held her delicate, smooth skin, simultaneously suppressing her struggles.
Their breathing quickened.
Su Lang suddenly rolled over, pinning Lin Zhilan beneath him.
Their positions reversed; now Lin Zhilan was the one lying on her back.
He covered her body, pressing down so heavily she couldn't move an inch.
Su Lang pinned both her wrists above her head with one hand, and pinched her chin with the other.
He forcefully demanded a kiss.
Lin Zhilan couldn't even manage to bite him.
He wasn't drunk, yet it seemed as if he was.
Su Lang's kiss was fierce and domineering, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
At one point, Lin Zhilan even felt like she might suffocate to death from the kiss.
He couldn't be called a perfect gentleman normally, but his movements were usually gentle, and he was very good at taking care of people.
But in bed.
When he was dominated by desire and revealed his fierce side.
Lin Zhilan would either become his prey and be swallowed whole.
Or she could only join him...
The root of her tongue went numb from his sucking. She was kissed so deeply and ruthlessly that it felt as if her very soul was controlled by Su Lang.
Su Lang was no longer that inexperienced "older man" from the beginning; a simple kiss obviously couldn't satisfy him anymore.
Lin Zhilan's nightgown was quickly torn open by him.
"You bastard, Su Lang!" she cursed, biting her lip.
Su Lang slowly lifted his head and looked at her with hazy eyes.
He was young and handsome. Even with his features steeped in lust, he wasn't repulsive; instead, he exuded an indescribable sex appeal.
"Zhilan, I'm not drunk."
Su Lang admitted frankly, then added in a muddled tone, "I might be a little drunk."
Seeing him stop his movements, Lin Zhilan tried to reason with him softly. Cupping his face, she said, "You are drunk. You need to rest now."
"It doesn't seem to agree."
Su Lang grasped the hands on his face.
Then, Lin Zhilan watched helplessly as he slowly retracted his arm, taking her hand with him, like a beast dragging its prey back to its lair.
Su Lang let out a muffled groan.
His fingertips were trembling.
"Why are your hands so soft?" Su Lang's voice was low and heavy from suppression, sounding as if it had been slowly squeezed out from his chest and rolled around in his throat before being spoken.
The room was very dark.
The darker the place, the easier it was to magnify a person's senses.
Lin Zhilan's face flushed crimson, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her body.
The entire room took on a damp, hot fragrance.
She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Just that one sound made Su Lang's heart ache with longing.
An immense sense of satisfaction and dissatisfaction surged into his heart simultaneously.
He bared his teeth, slowly grinding and biting.
Carefully feeling the pale softness trembling slowly between his lips, melting into a tender, yielding texture.
After the nibbling.
A fresh sweetness slowly spread across the tip of his mouth.
Rushing wave after wave into his chest.
Lin Zhilan's cheeks were flushed, the bite marks on her lower lip clearly visible.
On her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her snow-white neck, a fine layer of sweat beaded up, crystal clear.
Su Lang's breath hitched, and he mercilessly stole her breath away.
He wasn't simply kissing; he was tearing at her lips like a wild beast.
The slight pain brought endless waves of pleasure.
Lin Zhilan soon gave up struggling.
Physiological tears slid down the side of her face and deep into her hair.
Her beautiful, sparkling eyes looked like washed gemstones.
Lin Zhilan's body was suspended; she could only reach out and hold onto him to maintain her balance, afraid she might fall...
...
Until finally, the storm subsided.
Lin Zhilan covered her face. From the tips of her ears to her toes, she was dyed a light shade of pink, looking like a cooked shrimp.
"I'm never talking to you again," came her muffled, unhappy voice.
Su Lang hugged her waist, burying his face in the side of her neck.
Dense, gentle kisses fell, soothing her incredibly shy and flustered heart.
"Are you hungry?" His deep, resonant voice was tinged with hoarseness, holding both satisfaction and lust.
The man propped up his head with one hand, while his other hand lingered on his wife's creamy cheek, enjoying the delicate, silky sensation beneath his fingertips.
Seeing the man's rough thumb trace down to the corner of her lips and begin to rub ambiguously.
Lin Zhilan's scalp went numb. She immediately felt a shiver, hurriedly raised both hands to clasp Su Lang's large palm, and said angrily, "You can't kiss me anymore, they're already swollen. I won't be able to see anyone tomorrow!"
Su Lang couldn't help but chuckle. He flipped his hand to grasp one of his wife's, pulled it to his lips, kissed her slender, soft fingers, and gently reminded her, "They are already swollen."
Lin Zhilan swatted him. "You're quite proud of yourself, aren't you?"
Su Lang laughed again, a bit more unbridled this time. "I am a little proud."
Lin Zhilan decided to just give up.
"I don't want to move. Go fetch some water for me to wash up."
Looking at her bossing him around with such righteous entitlement, the smile in Su Lang's eyes deepened.
"Alright." He agreed readily, getting up and out of bed.
Lin Zhilan stole a glance, then quickly averted her eyes, burying her face into the pillow.
Only when she heard his footsteps going downstairs did she quietly sigh in relief.
Just as she tried to get up, she found her entire body incredibly sore and weak, as if she had just run ten miles.
She twitched her fingers, too exhausted to even muster the strength to lift her arms.
"Bastard!" Lin Zhilan buried her face in the pillow, the tips of her ears burning hot.
