Douluo Continent: The Ice Dragon King Martial Soul, Ma Xiaotao is Addicted

Four lips pressed softly together, carrying the sweetness of cake and the slight intoxication of red wine.

Meng Hongchen let out a muffled sob, her icy blue eyes instantly welling up with even more moisture before she closed them tightly.

Ye Chen's scent, mixed with the fragrance emanating from him, instantly overwhelmed her.

She instinctively raised her arms and wrapped them tightly around Ye Chen's neck, burying herself deeper into his embrace.

The touch on his lips was incredibly soft, carrying Ye Chen's unique gentleness.

"Well……"

Meng Hongchen's body trembled violently, as if struck by an even stronger electric current.

Breathing became rapid and difficult, each breath carrying a scorching heat.

Ye Chen's hand was no longer content to stay on her cheek.

His hand firmly gripped her slender waist.

His other hand slid down naturally and covered her thigh, which was covered by ultra-thin white stockings, once again.

Beneath those delicate white stockings lay the girl's firm and elastic thigh skin.

The air seemed to be ignited, the flickering candlelight casting ambiguous shadows in the room, the rich floral fragrance mingling with the atmosphere of passion, silently fermenting.

After an unknown amount of time, just when Meng Hongchen felt she was about to suffocate, Ye Chen stepped back slightly, giving her a little room to catch her breath.

But their lips remained pressed together, exchanging hot and moist breaths.

Meng Hongchen gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently.

Her icy blue eyes shimmered with moisture, revealing undisguised affection.

"Ye Chen..."

Meng Hongchen's voice rang out softly, with a hint of coquetry.

She tightened her arms around his neck and unconsciously snuggled closer to him.

"Ok?"

Ye Chen responded softly, with a languid air of satisfaction.

Meng Hongchen raised her hand and gently drew circles on Ye Chen's chest.

"You promised..."

Her voice had a slight nasal tone, like she was tickling someone, yet it carried an undeniable determination: "Listen to me today..."

"Yeah~"

Ye Chen responded again.

"Then... you can't refuse me again today..."

She spoke each word carefully, her tone filled with deep grievance and a hint of resentment.

On several occasions when things got intimate, Ye Chen deliberately made excuses, which was truly despicable.

If Ye Chen continues like this today, she'll really get angry.

She really didn't want to wait any longer, especially on this night she had carefully prepared.

Ye Chen's heart softened slightly when he saw Meng Hongchen's slightly aggrieved expression.

He knew what "Dream of the Mortal World" referred to.

He wasn't unwilling before, he just felt the time wasn't right.

Ye Chen wanted Meng Hongchen to be more psychologically prepared, and also wanted this precious first time to happen at a more natural moment.

Now that the time is almost right, Ye Chen naturally won't refuse.

"Okay, okay, tonight, I'll do whatever you say."

Ye Chen gently pinched Meng Hongchen's cheek, his tone filled with endless doting affection.

"Yay! That's more like it!"

Meng Hongchen cheered, then tackled Ye Chen again, wrapping him in the blanket...

A moment later, two sets of clothes appeared on the floor...

……

……

The next morning.

The morning light struggled to penetrate the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a few faint spots of light on the expensive velvet carpet.

The room was still filled with a faint fragrance and a pleasant atmosphere.

Ye Chen's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Memories of last night flooded his mind like a tide, and he looked down at his chest.

Meng Hongchen nestled in his arms, her wine-red hair scattered messily across the snow-white pillow.

She was sleeping soundly, her breathing even and deep, and there seemed to be a satisfied and sweet smile on her lips.

An arm draped unconsciously over Ye Chen's chest, and a leg wrapped around his waist, like a small animal seeking shelter and warmth. Ye Chen felt refreshed and in surprisingly good physical condition.

He shifted slightly, trying to adjust his posture.

"Well……"

The girl in his arms seemed to sense the subtle change in his embrace. She let out a soft moan, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. Instinctively, she snuggled closer into his warm embrace, rubbing her cheek against his chest, searching for a more comfortable position.

Immediately, Meng Hongchen's breathing became even and calm again.

Upon seeing this, Ye Chen smiled silently.

It didn't wake Meng Hongchen.

……

……

Time flowed quietly, and the sunlight outside the window gradually became bright and dazzling. Even through the heavy curtains, one could feel that the sun was high in the sky.

Meng Hongchen's long eyelashes trembled a few times before she finally slowly opened them.

At first, her icy blue eyes were heavy with sleepiness and confusion, like a lake shrouded in mist.

She blinked blankly for a moment, seemingly not fully aware of where she was.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Meng Hongchen finally felt a slight soreness in her body.

Immediately afterwards, memories of yesterday flooded back, flashing through her mind.

"woke up?"

Ye Chen looked at Meng Hongchen, a doting smile playing on his lips.

"Well……"

Meng Hongchen subconsciously buried her head in Ye Chen's arms, her cheeks burning red again, even more vibrant than the candlelight from last night.

"What, are you still shy?"

Ye Chen rubbed Meng Hongchen's head and asked with a smile.

"Hmph, you big bad guy, you still dare to talk..."

Meng Hongchen pouted and said coquettishly.

Her icy blue eyes shimmered with tears, carrying a hint of grievance and a touch of melancholy.

"Last night you..."

Her voice trailed off, and she was too ashamed to say what came next.

She could only let out a soft hum, her cheeks flushed as she buried herself a little deeper into the blankets.

Ye Chen said helplessly, "It was clearly you who later..."

"Ugh...you bastard, don't say that!"

Meng Hongchen quickly stood up and swiftly covered Ye Chen's mouth with her hand to stop him from continuing.

"Whoosh..."

Ye Chen's mouth was covered by her, so he could only let out muffled laughter.

His eyes were full of indulgent smiles, and he casually licked the palm of her hand that was covering her mouth.

"Bad guy..."

Meng Hongchen recoiled as if burned, quickly withdrawing her hand, her face turning even redder.

"Okay, okay, my bad."

Ye Chen readily agreed, stretching out his long arm to embrace Meng Hongchen tightly.

Ye Chen gently nuzzled her cheek, his voice filled with doting affection: "Who can resist my little Meng being so beautiful and adorable... well, it's impossible not to~"

His final words were drawn out, tinged with a hint of roguishness, yet also genuinely sincere.

"Hum..."

Meng Hongchen felt inexplicably better after receiving Ye Chen's praise.

She snuggled closer to Ye Chen, finding a comfortable position, and her muffled voice, tinged with a hint of coquetry, came out: "Then... you can't do that next time..."

She paused, her voice even softer, tinged with a pitiful tone, "At least... at least let me rest for a bit..."

After Meng Hongchen finished speaking, she felt extremely ashamed and buried her face even deeper.

Ye Chen's heart softened at her pitiful appearance.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever my little Meng says~"

Ye Chen gently stroked Meng Hongchen's smooth, glossy back, as if comforting a frightened kitten.

The two embraced quietly, enjoying the rare tender moments of the morning.

(End of this chapter)