First, then, love.

At 1.63 meters tall, she looked petite and delicate behind him, like a pendant.

My hands could barely reach in front of his abs.

The warm, soft touch from his back caused He Zheng's muscles to tense up like stone in a fraction of a second.

The stirring motion with the ladle in his hand came to an abrupt halt.

"Clang." The spoon hit the edge of the pot, making a crisp sound.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and his breathing suddenly stopped.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was completely hoarse, carrying an aura of extreme suppressed danger.

"I'm not doing anything, just giving you a hug."

Shu Yao's voice was soft and sweet, with a sticky, slurred tone characteristic of drunkenness.

Instead of letting go, she rubbed her face against his back.

Through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the firmness of his back muscles and the tension that rose and fell with his breathing.

I feel so safe.

"Let go, the soup is going to spill." He Zheng gritted his teeth, trying to reason with him.

But he couldn't bring himself to push her away forcefully.

"Not loose."

Shu Yao closed her eyes and gently touched his abs with both hands.

The arrogant and domineering spirit within him, catalyzed by alcohol, transformed into shameless clinginess.

"He Zheng," she called his name sweetly.

"explain."

"Your back is so hot."

"..."

"Your heart is beating so fast, I can hear it, thump, thump, thump."

She pressed against his back, feeling his strong, powerful heartbeat.

He Zheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the deadly aroma of tuberose and red wine.

He was flirting wildly with the edge of losing control.

"Shu Yao, I warned you, don't mess with me."

He looked down at the two soft, white hands wrapped around his waist, his eyes burning with intense desire.

"I didn't do anything to you."

Fueled by alcohol, Shu Yao began to speak lewdly without restraint.

She rested her chin on his back and tilted her head.

"I asked you a question in the car, and you still haven't answered me."

"Answer what?" He Zheng's voice was already at its limit.

"Qiaoqiao said, 'You look like a wolf, but you're actually a paper tiger.'"

Shu Yao's hands roamed restlessly over his abs, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally tracing his taut V-line.

"It's been two months, and you're sleeping like a log every night."

"Are you really not good enough?"

He Zheng suddenly turned around.

The movement was so fast that it stirred up a gust of wind.

He grabbed Shu Yao's unruly hands and pressed her directly against the cold marble edge of the island counter.

The water in the sink was still flowing "splashing", and the ginger soup in the pot was bubbling and steaming.

The temperature in the kitchen soared instantly.

He Zheng looked down at her.

In his dark eyes, a burning desire raged, and he no longer had any restraint.

"no?"

He chewed on those two words, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

The tall figure pressed closer step by step, getting right up to him.

The man's body temperature, even through the thin fabric, made Shu Yao shiver.

"Shu Yao".

He grabbed her chin, forcing her to lift her head.

"I'll show you today just how freakish my physical abilities really are."

After saying that, he lowered his head and bit her chattering red lips.

His tongue showed no tenderness, directly prying open her teeth and sweeping away the lingering aroma of red wine in her mouth.

"Well……"

Shu Yao was so dizzy from the kiss that her breath was instantly stolen away.

She tried to back away, but his hand gripped her waist tightly, pinning her firmly to the island platform, making it impossible for her to move.

The man's tongue, burning hot, roamed freely in her territory.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, producing a blush-inducing, wet sound.

Her legs were so weak she could barely stand, and she could only grip the fabric of his clothes tightly with both hands, as if grasping at the only straw.

He Zheng kissed her fiercely, like a starving wolf finally biting its prey's throat.

His large hand slid down her lower back and onto her black velvet dress.

He pulled hard, pressing her tightly against himself.

Perfectly fitted.

Shu Yao clearly sensed it.

Even through the fabric, that piece radiated an astonishing heat and a sense of threat.

"Did you feel it?"

During a break in the kiss, He Zheng stepped back slightly.

His breathing was heavy and his voice was so hoarse it could drip water, and his strong hips slammed forward as punishment.

"Will it work, huh?"

He pressed his lips against hers, demanding an answer.

Shu Yao was so dizzy from the kisses that her mind went completely blank.

The aftereffects of the red wine, combined with the lack of oxygen, completely robbed her of her ability to think.

All she knew was that the man before her was like a ball of fire, about to burn her to ashes.

"You..." she gasped for breath, her eyes reddening, her peach blossom eyes misting over, exuding a seductive charm.

You're hurting me.

She spoke in a soft, coquettish voice.

For a man who was already on the verge of losing control, these words were like adding fuel to the fire.

The color in He Zheng's eyes was as deep as thick, unyielding ink.

"Just bear the pain. You brought it on yourself, crying won't help."

He lowered his head again and sealed her lips with his.

This time, the kiss was deeper and more passionate.

He grabbed the back of her head with his left hand and pulled her legs back with his right.

His arm muscles bulged instantly.

He simply picked her up from the ground.

Shu Yao's feet were dangling in the air, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his strong waist.

He Zheng supported her buttocks and strode out of the kitchen.

He kicked open the door to the master bedroom.

"Bang."

The door to the master bedroom was slammed shut behind them.

The room was pitch black, with only moonlight filtering in through the window screen.

He Zheng carried her and walked directly to the bed.

Looking at those three unsightly throw pillows in the center of the bed.

He sneered and swept his long leg across the ground.

The three cushions were kicked mercilessly onto the carpet.

The Chu River and Han Border are now completely destroyed.

He held her and pressed her directly into the soft mattress.

His tall body covered her, pinning her firmly beneath him.

His slender fingers found the zipper on the back of her long dress.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of the zipper being pulled open was extremely crisp in the quiet bedroom.

A chill is creeping in.

Shu Yao shuddered, sobering up slightly.

She reached out and pushed against his chest, "He Zheng... the light... isn't off..."

"I can't worry about that anymore."

His large hand reached in, the calluses on his palm brushing against her delicate skin, causing a violent tremor.

He lowered his head and bit her fair collarbone.

"Don't even think about sleeping tonight."