Chapter 1702 - Wen Xinya, Bun Up Your Hair for Me (1/2)
He didn’t return to Capital city immediately after the matter in Iraq was resolved, as he had yet to put down his butcher’s knife. He still carried the murderous, bloodthirsty aura of a killer, and he didn’t want Wen Xinya to see him in that state.
Si Yiyan wrapped one arm around her waist as he held the back of her head with his other hand. He then pressed his lips against hers.
The kiss was fierce and urgent. It completely conquered and devoured Wen Xinya, without giving her any chance to resist.
Wen Xinya hugged him back just as tightly as his racing heartbeat thumped against her own chest. That forceful kiss nearly suffocated her, and she started feeling rather dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
But she couldn’t bear to push him away nor put any distance between them.
Wen Xinya thought she would probably become the first woman in history to die of asphyxiation from kissing!
But she was a willing party!
Si Yiyan loosened his lips and stared at her dazed countenance. He lifted her up by the waist. “I want you, right now!”
She had been on his mind constantly the entire period they were apart. He had dreamed countless times of kissing her, loving her, as he did now.
Wen Xinya was snuggled in the crook of his arm, soft and yielding. Her rapid breathing was warm and alluring, strongly stirring up Si Yiyan’s desires.
Si Yiyan kissed her earlobe and said in a hoarse voice, “I should have waited for you in the bedroom!”
Or he might as well have just laid in bed waiting for her.
In this way, he wouldn’t have to be so frustrated, feeling as if the short distance between the living room and the bedroom was unbearably long.
“Scoundrel!”
Wen Xinya couldn’t resist chiding him. Nevertheless, her tone was coquettish and playful.
She also wanted him. Now more than ever. And she was prepared to be true to her body’s desires.
“You must be punished for scolding me.” Si Yiyan bit her ear as he kicked open the bedroom door and strode in.
Wen Xinya felt her body sink into the large bed. The goose down duvet was soft beyond imagination and made her feel like she was lying on a cloud. Despite the floaty feeling, her heart thumped with anxiety.
Because he was right beside her.
After experiencing such a long separation, she realized she could never leave him now.
“In several countries in the Middle East, married women would bun up their hair every day, until the nighttime when only their husbands had the right to take off their hairpins.”
Si Yiyan turned to face her and gently lifted her head so that he could take off the hairpin behind her head. A cascade of luscious black hair was strewn across the bed, framing her lovely, fair face.
“It’s quite similar to the ancient customs of our Country Z.”
Wen Xinya wrapped her arms around his neck. As her delicate fingers undid the second button on his shirt, her sharp nails gently scraped against the smooth skin on his chest.
“Wen Xinya, from now on, bun up your hair for me!”
Si Yiyan propped himself up over her body, one arm on each side. He gazed down at her like an emperor surveying all that he had conquered.
“I have clumsy hands and can’t bun up my hair nicely. Can you do it for me?”
She was more than happy to be like the married ladies in the ancient times of Country Z, wearing their hair up in buns for their husbands and quietly swearing everlasting loyalty to them—but only because it was for Si Yiyan.
“Alright!” Si Yiyan kissed her hairline softly.
In the Middle East, when a man kissed his wife’s hair, it represented love!
At this point, Wen Xinya’s back was already lifted above the soft bed. With her arms around his neck, she was completely hanging off him, letting him bear her entire weight.
Si Yiyan made his way down her neck before suddenly stopping at her collarbone.
“What’s the matter?” Wen Xinya asked in a daze.
“Is this the peace charm you embroidered for me?” Si Yiyan gently picked up the triangular-shaped peace charm dangling off a red thread.
It was the peace charm she had so lovingly embroidered.