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

Chapter 138 Okay?
Impatiently, the man's hot tongue probed in, greedily tracing the inside of her lips, once, twice, then squeezing between her lips and teeth, the previous tenderness and leisure gone, becoming urgent and frantic.

Meng Youyou would always feel weak all over from his kisses, and this time was no exception; she couldn't muster any strength at all.

Just as she was dazzled, she vaguely felt the man's large hand, which had been respectfully resting on her waist, no longer suppressing its burning desire and beginning to stir.

His fingertips were slightly cool as he slipped his hand under her clothes. The sudden temperature difference startled Meng Youyou, and her already dazed eyes opened instinctively.

When she opened her wet eyes, she saw a handsome face very close to hers. The man's eyelids were lowered and not fully closed. Because they were so close, Meng Youyou could clearly see the strange color in his eyes as he was completely aroused, floating and surging, in short, very restless.

The large hand that had slipped inside the clothes continued to move upwards, making every inch of skin it touched increasingly sensitive, closely connected to the brain's nerves, giving each other positive feedback, excitedly throbbing and trembling in unison.

Meng Youyou was a little surprised. He wouldn't have done this before; no matter what, his hand would only linger on her waist and back. But what was wrong with him today?
Perhaps it was because they had met frankly in Lianshui City before, or perhaps today's events had left him with pent-up emotions...

There was no time to think about the reason... She let out a soft "hiss" sound; he had hurt her.

Meng Youyou was surprised, but she was also embarrassed and annoyed. Her blushing face and the tips of her ears turned even redder.

After an unknown amount of time, the satisfied man finally let her go, withdrawing his mischievous hand and instead cupping her face in his hands.

From Huo Qingshan's perspective, the little girl in front of him had red and moist eyes, with tears welling up in her eyes. He couldn't tell if it was from pain or shame.
He nuzzled her nose against hers, then smiled mischievously and asked her deliberately, "Why are you still crying?"

Meng Youyou glared at him, biting her lip without answering. "Was I too forceful?" he smiled mischievously, revealing the wickedness in his bones without any intention of hiding it.

This was the first time Meng Youyou realized that this man had such a side deep down, an openly evil, deeply ingrained, and symbiotic with her.

She was momentarily stunned, and before she could recover, he bit her earlobe again, harder, and "hiss..." it hurt even more than before.

Meng Youyou subconsciously reached out to push him away. The Huo Qingshan standing in front of her now felt very unfamiliar to her.

But... she couldn't budge him at all. The man's chest was as hard as stone, and his body was as solid and stable as a mountain. She couldn't budge him, whether it was a rock or a giant peak.

His hot breath brushed against her ear. "Oh, I need to use more force so you'll remember and not do it again, okay?"

It was a man's deep, hoarse voice, but the question carried a hint of emerging anger.

So those were punishments?
After they got together, he always compromised and tolerated her little temper. Over time, she took his affection for granted and became so engrossed in his gentleness that she forgot that this man was actually the most dangerous creature.

In the seconds before the grenade detonated and he lunged forward, he plunged the sharp dagger straight into the assailant's chest, blood splattering everywhere, while the man holding the dagger didn't even blink once throughout the entire ordeal.

Meng Youyou nodded hesitantly, her voice barely audible: "Okay."