Chapter 907 - Divine Marriage Blessing (1/2)

Speaking like that, he was making some sense then?

Leng Zhiyuan did not bother with him. He was all to blame.

Zhou Yao pinched her small face lovingly. She lowered her gaze. He was tall and was looking at her from top down. From his angle, he could see her cute little nose.

He could not help himself and bent down to kiss her nose as he said, “Wifey, you are so beautiful!”

Leng Zhiyuan continued to ignore him, but she felt a little sweet inside her heart. Every woman would be happy to hear sweet nothings, and she was no exception.

She could tell that he would punish her and give her a reward afterwards. This was his usual style.

At this moment, a black shadow came over her, and he kissed her.

Leng Zhiyuan used both of her small hands to tug the bath robe around his waist. He was heavy and hurried as he kissed her, and the strong masculine aura invaded her senses and made her entire body feel like it was on fire. She let herself down as she was smitten by his kiss.

“Don’t do it here. We… Let’s go to our bed…”

“We will go later. Let’s do it here first! Wifey, don’t say anything. Hug me tight!” he said hoarsely.

Leng Zhiyuan knew that there was no stopping him tonight, but she closed her eyes sweetly, and she stretched both of her small hands into his robe. She lovingly caressed the scars that were still left on his body.

“Wifey!”

She raised her head up and firmly kissed his face as she said, “Hubby!”

She gave him a passionate response.

It was obvious that Zhou Yao could not shoulder this. All of the blood in his body rushed towards one spot, and his large palm came over to her shoulders directly. He pulled the spaghetti strap further down.

Leng Zhiyuan closed her eyes as she thought: What was the point of wearing this nightgown. He had a glance and wanted to remove it. Wasn’t this all a waste?

…

The next morning

Zhou Yao slowly opened his eyes. He was still sleeping on the large, soft bed. The man’s bronze skin proved to be a huge contrast with the snow white silk sheets. The woman left a few scratches on his shoulders, back, and some other spots. His black robe was thrown on the carpet, and the fiery red nightgown was destroyed. It was torn into a few pieces and dumped onto the carpet. The entire room was in a complete mess.

If others came inside, they would immediately be able to understand what had gone on the night before.

Zhou Yao had a look outside the window. The sun was shining bright outside the room. It was probably around ten in the morning, and he’d never woken up so late before.

He stretched his long arm out to hook the woman’s body and wanted to take her into his arms. They’d stayed up late the previous night, and she was tired. Last night, he hated that he could not die on her.

But his arms were empty. There was no one beside his side anymore.

Wifey?

He leaped up from the bed immediately, and the silk blankets slid down all the way to his perfect Adonis belt. There was a part sticking out, and it was huge that it was impossible to ignore.

“Wifey!” He leaped up from the bed as he removed the covers and looked for Leng Zhiyuan.

Where was she?

The blissful feeling from yesterday disappeared entirely. He knew that when today came, it meant that they were going to bid farewell to each other soon. They had to go back at sunset.

Did she leave before him?

“Wifey! Wifey!”

Zhou Yao was anxious as he had a look around. Suddenly, he paused in his tracks because he saw Leng Zhiyuan in the kitchen.

Leng Zhiyuan wore a bright skirt that was red and mustard yellow. She had a small white shirt over it, and her back profile looked slim and svelte.

She heard the man’s shouts, turned her head back quickly, and said, “Zhou Yao, you are awake… Ah!”

She was still holding the spatula in one hand and could only use one small hand to cover her eyes as she said, “Zhou Yao, what are you doing? Where are your clothes?”

He was not wearing any clothes at all.

Wasn’t he shy at all?