His physiological preference

When Yang Zhiyan heard the words "happiness for the rest of her life," it took her a moment to process what they meant.

What inappropriate and lewd words! She almost fell for his trap.

"Husband?" Yang Zhiyan feigned confusion. "Where is he? I can't see him."

Qin Yuzheng sat up, leaned against her, and turned to look at her. His expression was serious.

"You can't just get out of bed and deny everything. I gave you my first time. You have to take responsibility."

Yang Zhiyan looked at him. Her gaze slowly moved down from his face. His clothes were intact, and so were hers. There were no marks on the sheets, and the blankets were normal. She looked at herself, then at him.

"No, even if something happens, I'll be the one who suffers, okay?" Her voice carried a joking accusation, "You, this second-marriage man from China."

Qin Yuzheng's expression changed. It showed sadness, as if someone had touched a raw nerve, yet he was trying to remain calm.

"You also think I'm a divorced man from Zhongdeng?" Qin Yuzheng looked at Yang Zhiyan pitifully.

Yang Zhiyan smiled secretly as she watched his feigned sadness. She leaned closer, her nose almost touching his.

"You always have been," she said. Then she made a face at him, wrinkling her nose, squinting her eyes, and sticking out her tongue quickly, like a cat that had done something wrong and was about to run away.

Qin Yuzheng reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms.

His chin rested on the top of her head, and her face was pressed against his chest.

He tightened his arms around her. His voice came down from above her head, soft and seemingly coquettish.

"Baby, please take me in, this divorced man from China. Nobody wants me, I'm so pitiful."

Yang Zhiyan seemed to have been bewitched by him.

"How come nobody wants him?"

Qin Yuzheng was overjoyed. He waited for her next sentence. He waited for her to say "I want it."

His heart was racing, his hands were slowly tightening around her back, and the corners of his mouth were already poised to curve into a smile.

"I need cockroach poison and rat poison," Yang Zhiyan said.

She couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she bent over, tears streaming down her face, and patted his chest.

Qin Yuzheng felt her pat his chest, and as he watched her laughing so hard in his arms, the corners of his mouth curved up.

I'm so happy, the baby is laughing so hard in his arms, the sun is shining brightly.

He reached out and gently patted her back, one pat at a time, like soothing a cat that was laughing and hiccuping.

"Baby's so naughty these days," Qin Yuzheng's feigned sad voice came through, "He's always making fun of me."

He looked at her bright, smiling eyes, her curved lips, and the blush on her cheeks from laughing so hard.

She wasn't like this before. Before, she was reserved and cautious in front of him, never daring to be too happy or too sad.

Now she dares to make funny faces in front of him, joke with him, act coquettishly with him, and laugh without any restraint in front of him.

His heart softened completely, and the baby finally dared to be her most authentic and uninhibited self in front of him.

But Qin Yuzheng thought to himself, "You are even more beautiful now, in your radiant state. I want to hide you away, and I want to possess you even more."

Yang Zhiyan's smile slowly faded. His gaze had changed; it had become predatory, like a wolf in sheep's clothing, and she felt like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

That longing was tinged with urgency, an eagerness to possess, to devour.

Qin Yuzheng lowered his head and kissed her luscious lips.

Qin Yuzheng gripped Yang Zhiyan's waist tightly, holding her firmly in his arms, giving her no room to retreat.

He pressed his palm against the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her, the force carrying an undeniable possessiveness.

Their initial contact deepened, their lips and teeth intertwined, and their breaths suddenly became hot and rapid.

Qin Yuzheng kissed her gently, a low, husky breath escaping his throat, while his other hand slowly tightened along her back.

Yang Zhiyan turned her head to try to dodge, but he chased after her and kissed her. Her breath was completely stolen from her lips, and her whole body went limp. She could only stand up by relying on his support.

Yang Zhiyan's hand had somehow climbed up the back of his neck; it was warm and smooth.

Yang Zhiyan felt it; it was his abdominal muscles.

Her clothes had rolled up a bit during the struggle, and his hand had somehow slid from her back to her waist. His fingers were on the skin of her waist, and his thumb was slowly circling her ribs.

Her abs pressed against his, their warm body heat penetrating and scalding each other.

Yang Zhiyan felt something burning inside her body, both hot and tingling.

She is a grown, normal woman. Her boyfriend is handsome, has great abs, and his kissing skills are getting better and better.

Her mind was completely consumed by his beauty. All she knew was that her hands didn't want to leave the back of his neck, her lips didn't want to part from his, and her body didn't want to leave his embrace.

She had already begun to enjoy their kisses.

Qin Yuzheng released her first; his body was already sending warning signals. His heart was pounding, his breathing was rapid, and his blood was rushing to places it shouldn't be.

If he didn't stop, he feared he would transform into a vicious wolf and tear her apart and devour her.

"Baby," his voice was hoarse and unlike his usual self, "when can we...?"

Yang Zhiyan knew what he was asking. Her face was already as red as it could possibly be.

She lowered her head, looking at her hands resting on her knees, and remained silent.

How should I answer that? If he wanted to, she would probably cooperate.

But his serious question was too embarrassing. Qin Yuzheng looked at her blushing face, her head lowered, not daring to look at him, and sighed inwardly.

"Go wash up first," he said, his tone returning to its usual rhythm.

"We're going out for dinner later. We've arranged to meet Grandma and Ah Shang tonight, it'll be a proper meeting."

Yang Zhiyan's mind went blank for a moment. She abruptly looked up. "Didn't we brush our teeth?"

Qin Yuzheng paused for a moment, then laughed. "I don't mind."

Yang Zhiyan glared at him, clearly disgusted by his behavior.

Yang Zhiyan got out of bed and found her shoes.

"Qin Yuzheng"

"Um?"

"Next time," she said softly, "next time... don't ask."

She opened the door and went out.

Qin Yuzheng was even happier after realizing what was happening. It seemed that the days of eating meat were just around the corner.

6:30 p.m., Yihao Hotel.

Qin Yuzheng parked the car at the entrance, and the doorman ran over and opened the car door.

Yang Zhiyan stepped out of the car, wearing a light blue cheongsam with a slip underneath. She walked with a graceful sway, her hair tied up with a white jade hairpin, exuding classical beauty.

She was poised and elegant, possessing a distinctly Eastern charm. When she left, Qin Yuzheng was completely mesmerized.

He hugged and kissed Yang Zhiyan repeatedly, almost unable to leave the house.

Yang Zhiyan wore light makeup today, making her look more refined than usual.

But her palms were sweaty at that moment. Although she and Grandma Qin were fairly familiar with each other, their statuses were different. The last time they met, she had left in a hurry.

"Nervous?" Qin Yuzheng walked over and took her hand.

"A little," Yang Zhiyan said.

Qin Yuzheng gripped her hand and led her into the hotel.

The private room was on the second floor. The door was a dark brown wooden door with a brass plaque hanging on the doorknob that read "Peony Hall".

Qin Yuzheng pushed open the door and stepped aside to let Yang Zhiyan go in first.

The private room was large, with a round table covered with a deep red tablecloth and white porcelain tableware with gold trim, which gleamed warmly under the lights.