Chapter 157 - 155. Why Don’t We Make One? II (1/2)

Third person POV

(Warning: There will be slightly s.e.x.u.a.l scene starting from here. If you think it is disturbing, you could skip those scenes.)

Hong er's face was bright red from seeing Weisheng's n.a.k.e.d body. His tanned skin complimented his black tattoo that's covering his arms, shoulders, and his whole back. As he was a great fighter and never forget to do his daily training despite his workload created a defined eight pack on his abdomen and sturdy chest.

And to add it, his arms were three times her arms. He unfastened his hairdo and let his pitch black hair to flew down his back. Hong er covered her blushing face with both of her slim hands, she didn't want Weisheng to think that she's a l.u.s.tful woman but her eyes were glued on his half n.a.k.e.d body as she peeked from the space between her fingers.

Weisheng: ”Hm? What?”

Hong er: ”N-n-n-n-no, g-g-go on wi-with your bu-business.”

Hong er stuttered so much that she almost bit her tongue. Weisheng started to take off his pants and his action caused Hong er to jump up. Hong er scuttered to the corner of the bed and pulled a nearby blanket but because Weisheng was on top of the blanket, she couldn't pull it as her whole body weakened from the sight of her own husband.

Weisheng stared at Hong er who was trying hard to pull the blanket from his hip and thinking that she succeed in hiding herself with the blanket was unbearable for his heart. A smirk crept up from his thin lips as he continued to take off his pants.

He threw away his pants and slowly crawled to Hong er. Hong er became more panic and embarrassed as his scent got stronger and stronger. She tried to move backwards but her back had already touched the wall.

She looked away from Weisheng's body but a sudden pull on her feet brought her attention back to Weisheng. Weisheng was holding both of her ankles so she couldn't escape from him. Weisheng's waist was in between Hong er's soft thighs, he could clearly see her underwear because her skirt was lifted up. He bent down and seductively whispered beside his wife's ear.

Weisheng: ”My beloved wife, this husband's worn out from work. How about helping me relieve some of this stress?~”

He expected Hong er to refuse him cutely but never in his life did he think she would give in to him this easily. Her arms slowly circled around his back and leaned her lips on his ear.

Hong er: ”G-go on.”

Weisheng: 'HOLY MOLLY!'

Little Weisheng immediately rose from Hong er's s.e.xy whisper. Actually Hong er didn't really understand how lovemaking works but Laojin had taught her that a good wife have to fulfill one's husband's needs.

(A/N: Things started to get hotter from here on.)

Hong er could feel something was poking her lower part and the previously confident husband became embarrassed too when his little Weisheng overreacted. He didn't know what to do at this point. Hong er saw how Weisheng's became tense, she gently kissed his cheek and his lips.

Hong er: ”I-I maybe inexperienced in this field but I will try my best to satisfy She-sheng ge.”

Hong er spoke with her whole face red. Little Weisheng stood prouder after her encouraging words. Weisheng brought his lips to hers and started with gentle kisses, bit by bit Weisheng's kiss become more intense and he slid his tongue inside Hong er's mouth.

Hong er jolted whenever Weisheng's tongue brushed over any part of her mouth. Weisheng pulled away when Hong er started to get breathless. They stared at each other with their warm breath brushed against their faces.

Weisheng: ”Are you fine?”

Hong er: ”En.”

Hong er shyly replied and turned her head to the side. Weisheng smiled tenderly and kissed her jawline and down to her neck. Hong er giggled as she felt ticklish on her neck. Weisheng's hand steadily undresses Hong er from top.

Unknown to her, she was only left with her white silk du dou (Chinese undergarment for women). He slipped his hand inside her du dou and lightly massaged her b.r.e.a.s.t while giving little kisses to the other one. Hong er used her hands to cover her lips from making weird sounds but Weisheng pinned both of her wrists above her head with only one hand.

Hong er: ”Sh-sheng ge. It feels weird… I kept making weird sounds.”

Hong er desperately asked with little crystal tears in the corner of her eyes. Weisheng smiled mischievously and spoke with his husky voice.

Weisheng: ”Let me hear all of it, Hong er.”