Chapter 267 - The Discovery of Nanny Zhongs Intentions (1/2)

Yuwen Tong’s mind started racing at the realization of what his darling was trying to do, but before he could come up with a countermeasure, Ling Zhang suddenly straddled his lower abdomen bodily and tossed an insinuating glance at it. “This time I want to be on top.”

Yuwen Tong kept silent for quite a while and then said, “Okay. A promise is a promise.”

Ling Zhang was fully turned on, and Yuwen Tong was utterly bewitched by the gleam in his eyes. Beneath Ling Zhang’s gaze, the Marshal nearly lost all sense of dignity and surrendered himself to temptation.

Ling Zhang inwardly gave a smug snort, feeling that on this occasion he would remain on top of Yuwen Tong till the end.

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‘On top, my a.s.s!’

‘Yuwen Tong is such a perfidious wily old fox!’ Ling Zhang’s waist felt as though it would break for wriggling!

Although Yuwen Tong had undertaken to let him be on top and he was indeed on top, things weren’t going as he had expected at all!

His waist was covered with a thin quilt, which was just enough to conceal the fantasy-inducing marks on his body. An arm stretched out of it.

Ling Zhang smacked his fist onto the bed in anger. He’d been so close to a win. Why hadn’t he hung in there? Yuwen Tong had merely tempted him with his charms, and he’d fallen pray to it, giving up his great advantage, and been confounded by the “enemy”, heaving on top on him, shouting himself hoa.r.s.e.

A chuckle came from behind and with that a strong arm swept Ling Zhang, who was hammering the bed in annoyance, into an embrace. Yuwen Tong hugged him bodily and tightly in contentment, as if the two of them had merged into each other and inseparably become one.

“We may have a second try next time,” croaked a satisfied voice beside Ling Zhang’s ear.

Ling Zhang couldn’t even be bothered to struggle. In a broken voice, he said, “In your dreams!”

Yuwen Tong buried his face in Ling Zhang’s neck and snickered, “I definitely will.”

While saying this, Yuwen Tong tightened his embrace. “Last night you were so tempting, and I couldn’t resist it. You know it – my will is always extremely fragile in front of your charms.”

Ling Zhang gritted his teeth in indignation. So it was his fault?

Yuwen Tong’s hand reached inside the quilt and slowly kneaded Ling Zhang’s waist. A stream of warmth gently flowed into Ling Zhang’s body, easing his discomfort. As he recalled the unbridled, pa.s.sionate moments they’d had the night before, another flurry of thrill swept over him.

After the warm energy reached the depths of his body, the soreness in his waist and thighs gradually ebbed away. It was so comfortable that Ling Zhang almost breathed a sigh, but at the thought of his lapse the night before, he clenched his teeth and stifled it, refusing to give Yuwen Tong the satisfaction of knowing that he was feeling comfortable.

Yuwen Tong had distinctly heard a extremely faint half-sigh, but when he looked at Ling Zhang, he saw a sulky face. After giving it some thought, he came to understand what Ling Zhang was thinking about. There was amus.e.m.e.nt in his eyes, but when he spoke, his voice was quite tentative, as if he were asking for pardon. “How do you feel? Do you want me to do it harder or more gently?”

Yuwen Tong was doing it perfectly, but Ling Zhang deliberately waited for quite a while before saying, “Harder. Are you underfed or something?”

Yuwen Tong just used a little bit more strength, and the difference was barely noticeable. Of course he wouldn’t really exert more power, which would be a foolish thing to do, but he still sensibly asked, “How about now?”

Ling Zhang, feeling that the strength had hardly changed and the ma.s.sage was just as comfortable as it had been, inwardly gave a snort and observed reluctantly, “Acceptable.”

Yuwen Tong dramatically heaved a sigh of relief and then started kneading more solicitously, putting more effort into the ma.s.sage.

Ling Zhang turned, lay prostrate on the bed, twisted his head aside, cast a sidelong glance at Yuwen Tong and asked, “Are you going to keep you promise?”

“Yes.” Yuwen Tong was fully aware of what he was referring to, and his reply was absolutely unhesitating.

“Then the next time I’ll be on top. You know what I’m talking about. Don’t you play dumb.”

“Okay, but…”

Ling Zhang was instantly on the alert, staring at him.

“I cannot guarantee I’ll be able to control myself if you’re too tempting. You know, my self-restraint is completely useless in front of you.”

Ling Zhang, “…”

He asked with modesty, “Then may I ask what do I have to do to prevent myself from striking you as tempting?”

Yuwen Tong tossed him a highly significant glance. “Even if you’re dressed like a beggar, you’d still be deadly tempting in my eyes.”

How the h.e.l.l was this supposed to help?!

Ling Zhang angrily swiveled his head to the other side, not feeling like saying a single extra word to Yuwen Tong.

But Yuwen Tong was very contented. In a very good mood, he continued ma.s.saging Ling Zhang attentively.

After missing each other for several days, the two of them finally had had a nice night together, which had alleviated their painful yearning significantly, but now Yuwen Tong must return. Though he was most unwilling to part from Ling Zhang, it was their wedding that he had to prepare for, and no matter how much effort he had to make, he had no doubt it was worthwhile.

“It’s time I went back. For the sake of our wedding, I’d better stay sharp and keep an eye open for those people. We’d have less to worry about when we go to the Millennium Pavilion, too.”

After hearing this, Ling Zhang kept silent for a few moments and then uttered “Um.”

In this brief “Um”, Yuwen Tong detected a note of deep reluctance to let him leave, and his firm will was teetering on the brink of collapse. “How about you stay here for another two days? I’ll come over at night to keep you company, okay?”

Ji Yin, in order to prepare Ling Zhang’s trousseau, had been mysteriously absent for days. The revamp of the manor involved a formation that they planned to arrange, which was a matter brooking no carelessness, so Ling Zhang couldn’t be away from the manor for long, but he didn’t want to part from Yuwen Tong so soon either. “I’ll stay one more night. Tomorrow I’ll return.”

Yuwen Tong found this rather regrettable and decided to try his best to get everything handled as quick as possible so that he could come back to his lover sooner.

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