newbobooks Chapter 578 Extra Thank You Banquet (45)
Chapter 578 Extra Thank You Banquet (45)
Xie Zhiyan's Adam's apple rolled violently, and a dark color surged in his eyes...
He suddenly grabbed Jiang Wantang's wrist and pressed her down on the beauty couch, his nose touching hers. He breathed heavily and his voice was hoarse: "I want..."
"Would never dream of it."
As soon as he finished speaking, his kiss fell, urgent and fierce, penetrating directly, conquering the city, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her whole...
"Well..."
On the narrow beauty couch, Jiang Wantang's wrists were held by him and raised above her head, leaving no room for retreat.
Xie Zhiyan had always been gentle and indulgent in front of her. She had never seen him so aggressive...
The tip of his tongue forcefully searched every inch between her lips and tongue, hooking her entanglement and sucking until the root of her tongue became numb.
The "swish" sound of water was particularly clear in the quiet private room, mixed with the two people's disordered breathing.
On the verge of losing control, Xie Zhiyan forced himself to regain some sanity, picked up Jiang Wantang from the beauty couch, and disappeared into the night outside the window...
When Zhao Yi heard the news and came to see the fox, the private room was empty.
At that time, the Yong'an Marquis Mansion.
Xie Zhiyan carried Jiang Wantang in his arms and flew all the way through the air. When he reached the courtyard, he swooped down and hurriedly carried her into the bedroom.
The moment the bedroom door closed, Jiang Wantang was about to retreat when she was pushed against the door panel, her back pressed against the carved wooden door, and in front of her was the man's hot body.
Her heart was pounding, her fingers nervously clenched her sleeves, and her pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes added a bit of charm and spring love.
The man looked at her with a frank and burning gaze, smiling like a wolf or a tiger, and his voice was hoarse: "Are you scared?"
"late..."
Before Jiang Wantang could even finish her words, Xie Zhiyan kissed her hard...
His palm clasped the back of her neck, his fingertips caressing the snow-white skin, forcing her to raise her head to endure this almost predatory kiss.
This kiss was more fierce than the one in Xunhuan Tower, deeper than any previous one, burning like a raging fire, with an irresistible possessive desire, yet also concealed a bit of cautious cherishment.
Own every inch, cherish every inch...
Xie Zhiyan kissed her passionately, and his other hand, with its calloused palm, caressed Jiang Wantang's thin back, causing a slight tremor...
The moonlight outside the window was as bright as water, reflecting the hidden emotions in his eyes, making them even more intense and profound.
"Tangtang..." When he called her nickname softly, his hot and wet lips brushed against her earlobe, startling her with a blush.
After saying that, his kiss moved all the way down, and his burning palm also stroked down along the back a little bit...
Jiang Wantang could no longer bear it and turned into a pool of spring water, collapsing in the man's arms without any room for resistance.
The man's breathing became heavier and heavier. His big hand rubbed all the way to her waist, and he effortlessly pulled open the silk belt around her waist.
The crimson gauze skirt fell, spreading out like the petals of a crabapple tree...
Xie Zhiyan's hot palms tightly clasped her slender waist, kissing her all the way from the door, the beauty couch, the table... to the bed, and then to the bed. Clothes fell to the ground and made a mess...
As the world spun around, she sank into the soft pillow of a mandarin duck playing in the water.
The tassels on the bed curtains swayed slightly as the two people fell in, making a 'ding-ling' sound.
On the bed, Jiang Wantang's untied black hair covered the pillow. Xie Zhiyan's hot body pressed against her delicate skin, bringing an indescribable heat...
His lips and tongue lingered on her neck, leaving behind red plum blossoms...
Jiang Wantang raised her head, her black hair disheveled, her red lips slightly parted, letting out a broken breath...
Xie Zhiyan's burning palm moved along the side of her legs...
The heat made her tremble all over, and a soft moan escaped from her throat, but was silenced by his kiss.
Clothes were completely stripped off, the candlelight flickered, casting two intertwined figures on the bed curtains...
The temperature in the house was high and the atmosphere was very ambiguous.
Amidst the blushing and heart-pounding sounds, a woman's cries of pain suddenly rang out from behind the bright red bed curtains...
"It hurts..." Jiang Wantang's eyes were red, and he frowned and snorted.
Xie Zhiyan also felt very uncomfortable. He leaned over and kissed the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes, and coaxed her gently and patiently: "Tangtang, be good, it will be fine in a while..."
He coaxed her while diverting her attention: "Tangtang, do you still remember the pornographic picture album you hid on the day of your wedding?"
"I have learned all the thirty-six moves above..."
"Tangtang... don't you want to try?"
Jiang Wantang suddenly remembered something indescribable after hearing this, and her face flushed instantly. She hooked her arms around his neck and buried her head in his neck...
In just a moment of distraction, someone succeeded and his soul sighed.
He grabbed her waist with his big hand and pressed her towards him, the two of them fit perfectly together...
Jiang Wantang's sobs were all blocked by his hot lips and tongue...
He took her and fell into the depths of the flowing cloud brocade...
Under the dim candlelight outside the tent, the peony pattern on the step-out bed cast broken shadows as it swayed, and the creaking sound mixed with the crisp ringing of the golden bells on the bed curtains.
As they whispered to each other, the golden hairpin in Jiang Wantang's hair fell onto the bed, and the pearl at the end of the hairpin trembled with her movements...
Xie Zhiyan kissed the tears in the corners of her eyes again and again, and whispered all the sweet words between lovers in his ears tenderly and emotionally.
He said: "Tangtang, you are finally mine..."
"Tangtang, I love you so much!"
"Tangtang, we are husband and wife, and our love will never leave each other..."
"..."
However, the more he spoke so affectionately, the more Jiang Wantang cried.
She didn't know whether it was because she was touched or because of the pain in her body, but her fingertips dug into his back, leaving bright red fingerprints.
At the end of his words, Xie Zhiyan raised his head, his deep eyes filled with lust, looking at Jiang Wantang, whose eyes were misty and equally moved, with infinite tenderness and affection.
He said: "Tangtang, you have never told me your feelings clearly..."
"do you like me?"
Even though the two of them were doing the most intimate thing in the world, he was still cautious when asking this question.
Although this is the time when he is most likely to hear the answer he wants.
Jiang Wantang's eyes were red, and she turned her face away in shame and anger. Her eyes were blurry and her voice was hoarse and trembling: "I hate you!"
The aggrieved and delicate look is like a spoiled little fox...
Xie Zhiyan kissed the side of her face. Upon hearing her words, he nipped mischievously at the tip of her red ear and chuckled softly, his voice low and husky, "Heh...you hate me again?"
As he spoke, he deliberately increased the intensity, sped up his movements, and asked with a dumb smile, "How much do you hate me~"
"Thank you for the banquet!" Jiang Wantang said shyly.
A certain man was getting more aggressive. Jiang Wantang was completely aroused by him. Seeing that hard tactics didn't work, he tried soft tactics: "Ayan..."
Xie Zhiyan's pupils trembled, and he was gentle for a moment: "Well, what else?"
"Tangtang, do you still hate me?"
Jiang Wantang couldn't bear it anymore. His body trembled and his words were broken into pieces: "Like...I..."
"I like Ah Yan the most..."
However, as soon as she said this, she didn't get a gentle response, but an even more violent and sudden storm.
Inside the tent, the gold-inlaid jade bedpost casts a shadow...
In the bronze mirror outside the tent, the hibiscus tent is warm and the spring scenery is boundless.