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

Chapter 367 Her World Revolves Only Around Him (Part 1)

Meng Youyou was dazed from the kisses, her eyes flushed and glistening with tears. She didn't know if he had stripped off her coat or if she had taken it off herself, but she was only wearing a white lace camisole. He carried her to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed rather ungently. The Simmons mattress bounced slightly, supporting her body. She felt like she was in a TV drama.

Before she could even clear her mind for a moment and think about anything else, the man had already pressed down on her, eagerly continuing the long, wet, and heavy kiss that she hadn't yet finished.

Her mouth and breathing were once again fiercely plundered, turning the world upside down. Meng Youyou completely lost her autonomy, and she gradually couldn't keep up with his demands.

The brain experiences waves of dizziness, partly due to lack of oxygen and partly due to infatuation.

She was held tightly in his arms, her room to move was very limited, it didn't feel like an embrace, but more like imprisonment. Unconsciously, Meng Youyou's tank top disappeared, this time she was sure she didn't do it herself. Then, his hand went around to her back and touched the row of hidden buttons.

Huo Qingshan's fingertips moved nimbly, and she felt a sudden loosening in front of her, her fullness completely free from the obstruction of air. This action was not unfamiliar to him now, taking only a second or two. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and old sayings always hold true.

The man hooked the thin strap with his knuckles and threw it to the foot of the bed.

He gave her a feeling of being uninhibited and carefree, which was somewhat novel. Would Huo Qingshan really be like this? Was this still him?

Both of their relationships lasted a considerable amount of time, but this was the first time Meng Youyou had ever felt such an almost rampant intensity from him.

This feeling can only be understood intuitively; she couldn't quite explain it clearly. In short, the invisible awkwardness and restraint he had was gone, and he no longer needed to pay attention to any degree or maintain any sense of proportion.

Finally, I can fully unleash my skills and do whatever I want, to the fullest extent of my ability.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Huo Qingshan reached out with his long arm to the bedside table on his side, pulled open the second drawer, and took out a small cardboard box.

Meng Youyou tilted her head to look and her sharp eyes caught sight of the box packaging. She exclaimed in surprise, "Why did you prepare this?"

Didn't he always claim he was "waiting a little longer"? After they started living together, Meng Youyou shared some storage space from the furniture with him, such as one bedside table for each of them. She didn't usually rummage through his cabinets and never knew when he bought them.

"Just in case," Huo Qingshan replied, his voice hoarse. "I'm not that confident in myself, so I need to be prepared."

"What letter...?" Before she could finish speaking, Meng Youyou heard the sound of teeth tearing open a package. Such a subtle sound was incredibly irritating at that moment, making her heart race uncontrollably. She probably didn't need to ask anymore, because she understood, a beat late, that he meant "lack of confidence."

For both the adult man and woman, the moment this item is taken out, they both know exactly what it means.

He was engrossed in his study and waited a little longer than expected. Out of curiosity, Meng Youyou glanced at him, then quickly looked away, her gaze wandering aimlessly. Her cheeks and neck flushed red, like a fiery sunset.

After he finished, he pounced on her again like a hungry wolf, as if to bite her. Meng Youyou raised her hand in time to block his lips. The man's breath was too hot and suddenly burned her palm. Her hand instinctively flinched.

This almost made Meng Youyou wonder if there was a furnace deep inside his body.

Huo Qingshan took a few of her fingers into his mouth and bit them lightly. It still hurt a little, and Meng Youyou flinched away, pulling her hand back and instead patting his "slap" lightly, more like teasing him.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Meng Youyou teased him with a playful laugh, patting his face lightly. "Commander Huo, you're not planning to remain abstinent forever?"

"Stop fooling around," he said, staring intently into her eyes, his gaze looking down at her. At that moment, Meng Youyou's dark eyes were filled with nine parts desire and one part pleading. "Mr. Huo, isn't this the time for you to torment me into this awkward situation?"

"How can you be so domineering? You can refuse me whenever you want, and take me whenever you want?" she protested, somewhat indignantly. "Why should I?"

He didn't answer immediately, but silently looked at her with a gaze that could silently draw you in and drown you, then coaxed her in a low, hoarse voice: "Yoyo, I love you."

Okay, she surrendered. Meng Youyou didn't know if it was because her resistance was too weak, or if the words themselves had a natural magic, or if the way they came from his mouth had a magical effect on her, hitting her right in the heart.

"Then why today? Is there some special reason?" Meng Youyou wanted to know, and she actually had a rough idea: "Because you remembered it today? And you felt that you could do it?"

"It doesn't really count." His breathing remained heavy and rapid, his chest heaving violently, showing no signs of abating.

"I've always wanted to do this." After a pause, Huo Qingshan seemed to remember something and added, "It's the same for me at every stage of my life."

"I often dream about it, if not today, then tomorrow or the day after, so why not dream about it today?"

"Yoyo, I have this desire now, and I can't find any reason to suppress it." Meng Youyou could hear a hint of excitement and elation in his tone.
There is absolutely no reason to restrain oneself. This statement is almost a pipe dream; for Huo Qingshan, who had been burdened with so many baggage for most of his past, it was something he wouldn't even dare to consider.

"Why didn't you ask me if I was willing?" Meng Youyou still had a smile on her lips: "That's not like you."

"Would you be unwilling?" The man asked in a questioning tone, but his answer contained certainty.

"Some say that you will only love me in this lifetime, some say that you will always be by my side no matter what happens, and some say that as long as I love you and you love me, I can do it."

"Oh, you're mine." The man's rough fingertips traced her delicate eyebrows and eyes, over and over again, with great tenderness and affection.

The slippers she bought were his, the pajamas were his, the toothbrush was his, the bedside table was his, the love was his, the joy in her heart was his, her eyes, nose, mouth... were all his, his baby was his, everything was his, not anyone else's, it was always only his.

“You’ll only ever be mine, won’t you?” he asked.

He was the first man I fell in love with, and he will be the last man I fall in love with.

She stared at him intently for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled seductively and said, "What do you think?" Meng Youyou tilted her head back and pecked his lips, her tongue still close, softly whispering, "Baby~"

The sound of those words was like a curse, instantly shattering the man's remaining meager rationality and already dwindling patience.

Who doesn't have their own "spell" to control the other person? Meng Youyou thought smugly.

He must have been unwilling to be outdone and secretly cast some kind of "magic." Meng Youyou felt that she must have been bewitched by him, otherwise why would she have taken the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck?

"Are you scared?" he asked, nibbling on her earlobe at the last moment.