Chapter 373 Extra 2
In the mist, she was pressed against the smooth pool wall, the cold mosaic wall, and even the wide washbasin...
This man is tireless.
He was indeed full of life and energy, and did not look like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.
His body was strong and powerful, and every hug he made almost crush her into bones and blood.
The strong possessive desire was like a huge wave that completely submerged her. She could only cling to him and go with the flow.
…
After finally coming out of the bathroom, Ning Fengsheng's legs were so weak that he could hardly stand.
Nanchuan Shijue, however, got the taste and coaxed her to throw the dice again.
This time it’s - “Study”.
So, the large ebony desk filled with important documents of the group became the next battlefield.
Documents were scattered all over the floor, and he held her in his arms as he sat on the office chair that symbolized his power and status...
Later, in the "dining room"—she was carried onto the smooth long table. The cold surface of the tabletop made her skin tremble, and his hot body covered her...
"Living Room"—the expensive leather sofa creaked under the weight, the flames of the fireplace danced, illuminating the overlapping figures...
"Terrace" - The night breeze blew, the starry sky seemed within reach, and he pressed her against the railing...
A few days passed, and Ning Fengsheng could no longer remember how many times the dice had been thrown or how many times the location had changed.
She felt like a sponge that had been completely drained of moisture, unable even to move her fingertips.
Apart from fatigue and soreness, the only senses in her body were the scorching heat and trembling brought by the man.
In the end, she almost cried and begged for mercy, her voice was hoarse, and Nanchuan Shijue finally showed mercy and carried her back to the study, who had completely turned into a puddle of mud.
Nanchuan Shijue actually still has the energy to deal with documents. Is this man really made of iron?
Ning Fengsheng curled up on the sofa, ate something, and took a nap...
In a daze, she felt a hand grab her ankle and the fingertips gently drew circles on the sole of her foot.
"Nanchuan Shijue... stop making trouble."
"Did you get enough sleep?" Nanchuan Shijue stared at her with a burning gaze.
"Can you please concentrate on your work?" She had to open her eyes.
"Work is done."
What? !
Ning Fengsheng suspected that she was the one who was sick. The fighting power of the Nanchuan nobles was too brutal.
Nanchuan Shijue pointed outside the window. It was already dark and Ning Fengsheng had been lying there sleeping for the entire afternoon!
As Ning Fengsheng stood up, pain surged all over his body, especially his legs, which were as soft as overcooked noodles and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
She tried to get down, but as soon as her feet touched the carpet, her legs gave way and she almost fell.
A pair of strong hands supported her in time.
Nanchuan Shijue held her in his arms with a refreshed look, he was incredibly handsome, with satisfaction and pride in his eyes.
He looked at the delicate and weak appearance of the little woman in his arms, and the evil smile on the corner of his lips deepened. He lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, his voice low and ambiguous: "Wife, how do you feel? Is your husband...good?"
Ning Fengsheng was already feeling unwell, and upon hearing this, she felt even more ashamed and angry. Her face flushed red, practically dripping blood. She clenched her fist and punched him weakly, "Nanchuan Shijue! You...you are not allowed to say such things again!"
"Why?" Nanchuan Shijue raised an eyebrow, picked her up easily, and walked towards the restaurant. "I'm seriously asking about your experience of married life."
"..." Ning Fengsheng was so angry at his twisted logic that he was speechless.
He placed her on a cushioned dining chair, personally served her a nutritious dinner, and even considerately offered to feed her.
Ning Fengsheng dodged and picked up the spoon himself, muttering softly: "Tyrant... has no self-control..."
Nanchuan Shijue sat down opposite her, crossed his long legs, and looked at her leisurely: "Your body lacks exercise and your resistance is too low. From now on, I will take you to strengthen your exercise every night."
Ning Fengsheng nearly spit out a mouthful of soup and looked up at him in astonishment: "Every night?! No! Absolutely not! Nanchuan Shijue, your health is the most important thing! You must be moderate! The doctor said..."
"The doctor's words don't count." Nanchuan Shijue interrupted her, his eyes suddenly becoming deep and serious, even with a hint of subtle paranoia and pain, "Ning Fengsheng, you owe me this."
“…”
He paused, his voice lowering. "Four years. One thousand four hundred and sixty days and nights. Do you know how I got through this? Every day, every heartbeat, I thought of you. Now, you're back by my side, intact and mine. This little bit of exercise isn't even enough to count as interest."
Ning Fengsheng's heart suddenly tightened.
Weren’t those four years her purgatory?
She put down the spoon, took the initiative to sit in his arms, hugged his neck, and buried her face in his neck: "I'm sorry..."
Her voice was soft, filled with heartache and compromise.
Nanchuan Shijue tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms, as if he was holding a priceless treasure that had been lost and found again.
"Don't say these three words to me again. I don't like to hear them."
"So what do you like to listen to?"
"You know."
"..." Ning Fengsheng bit his lower lip, "I love you."
Nanchuan Shijue pinched her chin: "Who do you love? Huh?"
"Nanchuan husband..." Ning Fengsheng's cheeks flushed, "Hubby, I love you."
Nanchuan Shijue's lower abdomen tightened, and his voice changed: "Damn it, you tempted me again."
Ning Fengsheng: ...
Ning Fengsheng was really anxious this time: "We still have a lot of time, you can't go too far... Take good care of yourself... We need to be together for a long time..."
Nanchuan Shijue didn't say anything, but just gave her another bowl of soup and forced her to drink it.
"What kind of soup is this? It tastes weird."
"It nourishes yin and blood, and it also contains Chinese medicine." Nanchuan Shijue remained calm, "It will be effective in recovering from your injuries."
Ning Fengsheng almost spit out his anger and glared at him fiercely.
Nanchuan Shijue smiled happily and fed her another spoonful: "Be good, there will be a reward after you finish drinking it."
"What reward?"
"Just once tonight." He made a big concession.
Ning Fengsheng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and had to drink the soup obediently.
Nanchuan Shijue was indeed trustworthy and only asked for it once that night, although this time it lasted for a full two hours.
"Nanchuan Shijue, why are you like this... You're not normal, do you know that?"
"I'm not normal?"
"Normal men aren't like this..."
"Which man? Ning Fengsheng, which other man do you know besides me?" Nanchuan Shijue was annoyed.
Ning Fengsheng turned his back to him and said, "Anyway, you look so ferocious and scary right now."
"Did I hurt you again just now?" Nanchuan Shijue hugged her tightly from behind, tightening his arms. "From the first time I saw you, something started to feel wrong here... As soon as I smelled your scent, I felt swollen and painful, and my hardness swelled."
“…”
"I've been in pain for more than four years, Shengsheng. Do you know how restrained I am?"
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