An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 119 Reporting?
However, stubbornness seemed to be an innate trait of Meng Youyou, and she refused to back down: "That's all?"

It was a subtle provocation, but these words were undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

In a split second, the man's hand moved from under her clothes to the front, covering her softness. He used some force, with a touch of skill... to caress her.

Sometimes light, sometimes heavy, changing her shape.

The uneven calluses on his palms rubbed against the most delicate and neglected skin on her body. This feeling was unfamiliar, quite different from the sensation of his kisses landing on it.

The novel experience prompted her to react subconsciously; Meng Youyou tilted her head slightly and took the man's Adam's apple into her mouth.

Huo Qingshan's breath hitched, and his hand movements paused for a moment. The tiny teeth nibbled at his throat, the wet, slippery touch contrasting sharply with the dry, tight feeling in his throat, like the clashing of ice and fire.

The force of the attack assaulted Huo Qingshan's nerves, and the last remaining nerve snapped silently, a fact known only to him.

Meng Youyou's neck was grabbed, and her nose bumped against hers, causing a slight pain. But she ignored the pain the next second, and their lips pressed tightly together. Without any preamble, he went straight into her mouth, roaming around like a hungry wolf.

At the same time, the large hand that was ironing her became increasingly unrestrained, making her weak and trembling wherever it touched.

His palm slowly moved downwards, gradually revealing the owner's goal and intention. The loose cotton pajamas made it easy for him to succeed.

A few struggling moans escaped intermittently from between her blocked lips, but to no avail.

Meng Youyou was really panicking. She managed to squeeze through the man's body with one hand and grab his forearm with great force.

Sensing her desire, the man's hand stopped exploring further and remained quietly there, neither advancing nor retreating, without diminishing the sense of oppression.

His lips seemed to be slightly separated from hers, yet not quite; their breaths mingled, inseparable, whether exhaling or exhaling.

He nuzzled her nose against hers and said in a hoarse voice, "You chickened out like that?" His tone held a hint of teasing laughter, a little mischievous, but mostly sexy.

“There was no contraception,” she licked his lips, which were so close to hers. “Go buy some now.”

Meng Youyou, the queen of stubbornness, certainly knew that it was impossible to buy that thing at this time.

Huo Qingshan bit her lower lip, held it in his mouth, and pressed his teeth hard, commenting, "You're really bold."

It pecked a few more times, then said helplessly, "Oh dear, don't force me to make a mistake."

Meng Youyou pulled the man's forearm and pulled his hand out of his pajama bottoms, then cupped his face in her hands and giggled.

Huo Qingshan then kissed the edge of her palm. "Oh, I'll go back and file for marriage, okay?"

"Huh?" Meng Youyou's eyes widened. "So fast?"

She deliberately emphasized, "We've only known each other for three months."

"I can't wait that long," the restraint in his voice grew stronger.

Meng Youyou poked his cheek lightly, and said thoughtfully, "Then let me think about it first."

After saying that, he patted his cheek and "kindly" reminded him, "Hey, do you need to take care of this yourself now?"

This is a typical example of a rogue who sets fires and then washes his hands of the matter, caring nothing for the lives of others.

Huo Qingshan: "..."