First, then, love.

He Zheng looked at her, who seemed both dramatic and aggrieved.

The hint of panic in his eyes gradually subsided.

"no."

He said softly.

"Go ahead and act like that, my wife He Zheng has the right to act like that."

He spoke with such confidence and arrogance, exuding a bandit-like air.

It was as if even if she caused a huge hole in the sky, he could hold it up for her.

Shu Yao was stunned.

Tears welled up in her eyes, hanging precariously on her eyelashes.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her.

He was shirtless, with dark stubble on his chin and glaring scabs on his face.

Disheveled, rough, and savage.

However, the way he looked at her was as gentle as water.

A strong odor permeated the air.

He used a mint-scented shower gel when he took a shower; the refreshing scent mixed with the masculine aroma emanating from his body.

The air conditioning in the master bedroom caused it to ferment and heat up rapidly.

Like an invisible fire, it rushed straight at her, completely enveloping Shu Yao.

It penetrated her respiratory tract and her internal organs in every possible way.

Shu Yao felt weak all over, and even her breathing became rapid.

The scent was too overpowering, completely masking the faint tuberose fragrance on her body.

He Zheng's breathing gradually became heavy.

He was on top of Shu Yao, their bodies almost touching.

The silk nightgown was so thin it was like a sheet of paper, offering no resistance to the transfer of warmth between the two.

He could clearly feel the soft, slender body beneath him trembling slightly due to tension and emotional excitement.

He could feel the rise and fall of her chest, and the smoothness of her skin.

Two months of forced repression, plus these four days and four nights of life-or-death struggle.

The moment he saw her shed tears for him, he was completely consumed by a raging fire of desire.

He Zheng's eyes were as deep as an abyss in the dark night.

His Adam's apple bobbed heavily, and a certain part of his body, screaming with the most primal instincts, quickly awakened, hard as iron.

Through the tattered white bath towel, he pressed himself against her leg without any attempt to conceal it.

Shu Yao trembled all over.

I instantly recalled what happened in the car a few days ago.

Dangerous, extremely dangerous.

She instinctively wanted to back away, to escape this source of explosive heat.

"Don't move."

He Zheng's voice was terribly hoarse, and one of his long legs suddenly tightened, clamping her kicking legs tightly.

The upper body pressed down without any reservation.

His hard, broad chest pressed tightly against her softness.

It fits perfectly, without leaving a single gap.

A man's weight, a man's body temperature, a man's scent.

Overwhelming.

Shu Yao was so overwhelmed by his weight that she could hardly breathe.

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

She was both ashamed and angry, both furious and anxious.

I'm angry at his indifference, angry at his four days and four nights of being out of contact, angry at his current domineering and unreasonable attitude, like a bandit ready to devour me at any moment.

Why? Why is he always the one in control? Why is she always the one who's completely dominated?

Feeling wronged, fearful, mixed with an inexplicable heat and impulse.

This completely shattered Shu Yao's rationality.

She suddenly tilted her head back.

She bit down hard on his shoulder, which was so close to hers.

It's not the right shoulder that was bitten and left teeth marks just now.

Instead, it went down his long, muscular neck and bit down where his taut trapezius muscle met his collarbone.

It was tinged with a sense of spite, and with a fierce desire to vent.

She held on tightly, like a fierce little beast.

"Well……"

A low, suppressed groan came from above.

He Zheng's muscles hardened like a piece of raw iron the moment they were bitten.

But he didn't dodge or push her away.

He didn't even try to resist; he completely relaxed that muscle, letting her vent her frustrations.

At this moment, time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

They lived together for nearly two months.

Those chaotic mornings of war.

Those nights when the Chu River and Han border were clearly defined.

Those impulses he forcibly suppressed in the cold shower.

Those tests and concerns she hid beneath her dramatic exterior.

At this moment, everything is fermenting completely within this single bite mark.

Shu Yao's teeth ached from clenching them so tightly.

The anger and resentment in my heart gradually dissipated with that bite.

As reason returned, she slowly loosened her teeth.

Her jaw gave way, and she breathed softly.

Above He Zheng's collarbone, there was another neat tooth mark.

Shu Yao raised her eyes and looked at the man who was so close to her.

He Zheng was also looking at her.

His dark eyes were as black as the night.

The flames have been completely ignited.

The wildfire could no longer be contained.

"Feeling better now?"

He Zheng spoke, raising his thumb to brush against Shu Yao's lower lip.

Calluses rubbed against delicate lips.

"without……"

Shu Yao subconsciously retorted, but her voice was as soft as water.

"It's too late to vent my anger."

He Zheng interrupted her.

His fingers pinched her chin, increasing the pressure and forcing her to tilt her head back slightly.

"Shu Yao, I've put up with you for a long time."

He stared into her eyes, his chest heaving, his breath hot.

"For two months, they slept next to me every night, but I could only look at them, not touch them."

"Do you really think I cultivate the path of ruthlessness?"

He said this through gritted teeth.

Shu Yao's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing the ever-growing fire in the man's eyes, she finally realized the danger.

It seems the wild beasts are about to be unleashed.

"You... um!"

She opened her mouth, as if to speak.

He Zheng's face suddenly darkened.

Their noses collided violently, causing their nasal bones to sting and even hurt a little.

He Zheng's stubble, like stiff steel wire, grazed Shu Yao's delicate chin and the skin around her lips without reservation.

A faint red flush instantly appeared, burning hot.

But he couldn't care less about that.

He wanted to take back all the fear of the past four days and four nights and the repression of the past two months with this kiss.

The moment their lips met, he pressed down on hers forcefully and fiercely.

Shu Yao was a little dazed from the kiss.

The masculine scent was overwhelming.

She instinctively wanted to back away.

He gripped the back of her head tightly, his fingers digging into her thick, long hair, and pulled hard.

He forced her to face him, completely shut, with no way to retreat.

Open your mouth.

He pressed his lips to hers, his voice muffled and low, giving a command.

Shu Yao gritted her teeth and refused to give in.

He Zheng snorted coldly.

He tilted his head slightly, changing his angle.

He opened his mouth and took her lower lip into his mouth.

I gently bit down with my teeth, applied a little force, and pulled outwards.

"hiss."

Shu Yao winced in pain and gasped in surprise.

My jaw is slightly loose.

In that very instant.

He Zheng's tongue forcefully entered her mouth.

The territory was completely occupied in an instant.

His tongue swept across her teeth, hooked onto her evasive little tongue, and sucked hard, entwining with it.

Shu Yao's breath was instantly taken away, and the oxygen in her lungs was squeezed out little by little.

She was forced to endure his frenzied onslaught.

In my mouth, I could taste the lingering mint flavor in his mouth.

Salty tears flowed into his mouth, which he swallowed without any hesitation.

Shu Yao's hands were released by him.

She instinctively wanted to push away the chest pressing down on her.

But when their hands touched his hard, iron-like muscles, they couldn't muster any strength.

Instead, the astonishing heat emanating from him made her fingertips tremble.

The fingers slowly curled up, eventually turning the push into a grab.

She gripped his shoulder tightly, her nails digging deep into it.

He Zheng felt a stinging pain in his back, but instead kissed him even more fiercely.

The two of them kept changing the angle of their heads.

Their lips rubbed together, making a blush-inducing, wet sound.

In the quiet master bedroom, the atmosphere is magnified infinitely, decadent yet alluring.

The oxygen is becoming increasingly scarce.

Shu Yao felt like she was suffocating.

Her hands slid limply off his shoulders and climbed up his long, strong neck.

Her fingers ran through the stubble of his short hair at the back of his head, grabbing at it haphazardly.

"He... um..."

She tried calling his name, trying to slow him down.

But the first syllable was swallowed up by his even fiercer kiss.

He Zheng's kisses traveled downwards.

It left her lips.

A faint, ambiguous silver thread emerged, stretching long under the dim light, before breaking.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

His lips traced a path down her delicate chin, nibbling and biting all the way.

I lingered on her long, swan-like neck.

The stubble prickled Shuyao's skin, causing it to turn red, painful, and itchy.

She uncontrollably raised her neck, like a white swan offering itself as a sacrifice.

He Zheng opened his mouth and bit down on the carotid artery in her neck.

Feel the frantically pounding pulse there, feel her vibrant life force.

Take a deep breath.

A deep red strawberry mark bloomed instantly.

"He Zheng!"

Unable to withstand such intense stimulation, Shu Yao suddenly arched her body.

His thigh unconsciously lifted up.

Not to die.

The knee struck his waist directly, through the swaying white bath towel.

Like a red-hot stone, it carries astonishing heat and a sense of power ready to explode at any moment.

"Hold."

He Zheng's muscles suddenly stiffened.

He forced out a hoarse curse through clenched teeth.

He grabbed her flailing legs and pressed them down forcefully.

The white bath towel had come undone from the intense friction.

At this moment, there is nothing in the way.

Without reservation, it pressed against her thin silk nightgown.

Shu Yao's mind exploded into a ball of white light with a "boom".

Her face turned so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

Qiaoqiao's question, "Is he impotent?"

It seems ridiculous and absurd at this moment.

Is this even allowed?

This is absolutely deadly!

He Zheng looked at her panicked eyes and her bright red ears.

He let out a cold, bandit-like laugh.

"Now you know fear?"

He threatened in a low voice.

"It's too late."

The voice just fell.

He Zheng's hand followed her waistline, grabbed the hem of her champagne-colored silk nightgown, and forcefully lifted it up.

The silk nightgown was roughly pushed up above her chest.

Large swathes of snow-white skin were exposed without reservation to the cool air.

It was also exposed in the man's eyes, which were filled with beastly desire.

Shu Yao gasped in surprise and instinctively reached out to cover herself.

He Zheng was faster than her.

He grabbed her hands, raised them above her head again, and held them down firmly with one hand.

Then, he lowered his head.

He Zheng's kisses rained down on her, his restraint turning into ferocity, completely robbing Shu Yao of her breath.