Chapter 125 Don't Kiss… I Want Wine

If you utter even half a lie, the punishment will be doubled.” 。"Could you please move your hand... first" His large palm was resting on her hip, putting a lot of pressure on her. >>> 。Tang Yucheng...Chapter 125 Don't kiss... I want wine...

His Adam's apple bobbed, her proposition was too tempting, he couldn't refuse, nor did he want to.

struggled for a long while:

"Good." His voice was a low murmur. He lifted the wine glass to her lips and fed her a sip of red wine.

Then, he bowed his head and kissed her lips, drawing the red wine from her mouth.

When the food was taken away, An Xiaotu, who was already a bit tipsy, frowned slightly with displeasure and took a bite of his lip.

Then she pushed him away and said angrily, "How could you do that"

"How is it" he asked, his hand resting on her waist, his voice low.

"You said you were getting me a drink, yet you took mine!" Her star-shaped eyes widened in anger, her voice laced with a touch of coquettishness.

But in Tang Yucheng's eyes, it was quite adorable.

"There you go, take it back." Tang Yucheng finished speaking and brought the highball glass to his lips, taking a large gulp. "Hmm"

Swayed by alcohol, An Xiaotu suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips against his. She couldn't control the force, her delicate lips colliding with his thin ones. She let out a muffled hum of surprise, ignoring the pain from the impact. She greedily and roughly plundered the red wine from his mouth.

Her翹臀 was restless as she struggled for the red wine in his mouth, and just because she pressed against him, it sparked a flame in Tang Yucheng's deep eyes.

He narrowed his eyes, put down the crystal goblet in his hand, took hold of her nape with a big hand, and his tongue slid into her mouth, swirling with her soft little tongue, lingeringly, sucking...

The faint scent of alcohol on her breath numbed his reason, causing him to lose control and deepen the question.

"Ugh…" An Xiaotu's brain was deprived of oxygen, making it hard to breathe. She clenched her fists and pounded his chest, still protesting, "Don't kiss… I want wine…"

Tang Yucheng felt a twinge of sourness in his heart. This little woman who deserved a beating.

She actually refused his kiss for a glass of red wine.

She didn't speak, but the lingering red wine from her lips slowly trickled down, forming a scarlet stain against her skin. It was a scene of sensuality so potent it could drive one mad.

The fire in his eyes burned even fiercer, a warm tongue tracing along her jawline and upwards, licking away the remnants of wine.

As if punishing her, he didn't stop. Instead, he deepened the kiss, laced with a hint of possessiveness and dominance, leaving An Xiaotu unable to resist, collapsing into his arms...

With wine to aid the kiss, I don't know how many times this has happened.

Looking at the person who was drunk and leaning against his arms, Tang Yucheng smiled helplessly, rubbing her soft hair, a tenderness he had never felt before flashed in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Although Fang Yi said he would pay, Tang Yu Cheng still paid the bill, only taking the bottle of red wine given to Xiao Tu as a meeting gift.

Leaving the restaurant, he called a driver because he had been drinking. Then, holding the inebriated An Xiaotu, he got into the back seat of the car. He cupped her head and rested it on his leg to make sure she could sleep comfortably, even if there were slight bumps along the way.

Looking at her rosy and radiant face, Tang Yucheng's cold and deep eyes softened. His fingers gently caressed her cheek, the exquisite touch of her skin making him want to keep touching it forever.

She was a good drinker. When she got drunk, she would sleep quietly, occasionally murmuring softly in her sleep about red wine. That made him want to laugh.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, an extremely cunning smile vanished from the corner of his lips.

Although he had to return to the barracks tomorrow, he didn't send her home but instead brought her back to the villa.

Their home.

Tang Yucheng carried her back to the room, filled the bathtub with water, and then helped her take off her clothes while she was asleep. He gently placed her in the bathtub and began washing her body.

Throughout the entire bathing process, she was very cooperative and quiet, with no signs of waking up at all.

After he finished bathing her, he lifted her from the bathtub and placed her on a towel spread out on the bed, drying her off.

This situation made Tang Yucheng feel like he was taking care of a baby.

He even had the illusion that he would be a good father in the future.

As the towel passed over her flat stomach, his movements faltered, his gaze filled with a mixture of complex emotions.

Thinking of her raising children for him in the future, his cold heart melted completely. That feeling was indescribable, making him yearn for it deeply.

After he had helped her into a dressing gown, he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Taking off his clothes, Tang Yucheng rubbed his brow as he looked at the soaring and throbbing desire. He wasn't a saint. Bathing his pink and alluring little wife, watching her delicate and white body, her beautiful curves, especially how her own body was captivated by her alone, how could he possibly remain unaffected in this situation.

However, he said he wouldn't touch her again while she was asleep.

Immediately, the large hand slowly grasped that erect...

About two hours later.

He walked out of the bathroom, burrowed into the bed, and gently pulled her sleeping form into his arms.

He whispered in her ear, "Good night, wife!"

……

Since I went to bed early last night.

The next morning, An Xiaotu woke up.

She rolled over, a dull ache spreading through her head. She touched her temple and let out a groan, "Ouch…"

"What's wrong"

A man's somewhat cool but concerned low voice reached her ear.

An Xiaotu suddenly woke up, raised her head, and met the man's deep and bottomless eyes. She quickly shyly looked away.

"Said, 'No... Nothing, good morning!' "

"Good morning," he replied, "Do you have a headache"

"Hmm... a little bit." She answered honestly, her head bowed slightly.

Yesterday's memories flooded back, and she was ashamed of her bold actions last night, instigating him over half a glass of red wine.

"Shall I sleep a little longer" he asked.

"No need, I've slept enough." She had slept too long, and coupled with the alcohol, her body felt a little sore and weak.

Tang Yucheng didn't say anything. He lay flat on the bed, then wrapped his arms around her waist, suddenly pressing her onto his body.

"Yikes…" An Xiaotu gasped in a low voice, her eyes widening abruptly, "You… you…"

Such a posture is so ambiguous.

Just as I was about to slide off him, he stopped me with a low growl, "Don't move!"

An Xiaotu was so startled by his command, she could even feel the physiological response of him waking up this morning pressed against her. She froze, too scared to move.

Tang Yucheng had no other thoughts in mind. He placed his hands on her temples, gently applying pressure with his fingertips to massage the acupoints around her temples, relieving the headache caused by drinking too much alcohol.

Looking at his considerate actions, An Xiaotu secretly cursed herself for having such dirty thoughts. He only wanted to give her a massage, yet she had mistakenly thought he was about to be beastly and do something to her...Chapter 1234: Taking a Bride (3)