Chapter 233 Calling Husband

The car drove steadily in the night, and the closed compartment amplified the intertwined and fluctuating breaths, one heavy, one rapid.

Shuang Xu was almost breathless in the airtight kiss. The hand that was kneading her waist was skilled and skillful, and the numbness burned from her spine to every nerve.

He Tingzhou kissed down along her lips, his hot and moist breath sliding over the sides of her neck and sensitive ears, lingering in the clavicle.

When he wanted to continue kissing her, Shuang Xu pushed him away with both hands.

"Hmm?" He Tingzhou raised his head after being interrupted. His dark eyes were soaked with drunkenness, and he looked lazy and puzzled.

Shuang Xu didn't expect him to be like this when he was drunk, so she coaxed him softly, "Stop making trouble, go home and play."

"What are you playing?" He looked at her straight in the eyes.

Pretending to be good and innocent.

"...playing with you." Shuang Xu said unhappily.

He chuckled and pulled her hand to his waist: "We can play now."

The sideways movement made the muscles on the sides of his waist tense up, drawing out extremely sensual lines. When Shuangxu's fingers touched them, he retracted them: "No more playing now."

"So when do you want to play?" he asked seriously.

Shuang Xu pushed him to the other side of the seat: "Behave yourself."

It was not known whether she used too much force or he was drunk and became weak and easy to be pushed over, but Shuang Xu only pushed him once and he suddenly fell over, with his head hitting something with a thud.

Shuang Xu was startled and quickly leaned over to touch the back of his head: "Did you bump into anything?"

"Yes." He Tingzhou said, "Give me a massage."

Shuang Xu didn't know where he hit, so he just rubbed it all over, massaging his scalp with his fingers in a soothing manner.

He Tingzhou took the opportunity to slide his hands up to her waist, holding her slender waist with both hands, and found her lips and pressed them against hers, kissing her slowly and leisurely.

In the end, Shuang Xu succumbed to this overly lingering kiss and obediently sank into his rhythm.

There is no wind tonight, and the night is as gentle as water.

In the second half, he was much more obedient, holding her from behind, his chin lazily hanging on her shoulder. His slender fingers slid down from her palm and clasped her through the gaps between their fingers.

Not long after the silence, he called again: "Wife?"

"What?" Shuang Xu looked up at him.

There was a frivolous smile in the corners of his eyes: "I call me wife, what do you say?"

"…annoying."

From the club to Taiheyuan, she coaxed him all the way, and when getting off the car, Shuangxu's hand was still held by him.

She got out of the car first, pulled him down, and said to Old Xu in the driver's seat, "Uncle Xu, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard at all." Seeing them reconcile, Old Xu was also very pleased. "Congratulations to you and Mr. He! I wish you two will be of one mind and one heart, and live happily together forever!"

Shuang Xu was about to say thank you when a lazy voice dropped from above her head: "Congratulations. Why don't you give me a gift?"

Old Xu was stunned: "This..." Their wedding was so unexpected that he had no time to prepare a red envelope.

Shuang Xu pushed He Tingzhou and said with a smile, "He's drunk, ignore him."

Let Lao Xu get off work and go home to rest early, and Shuang Xu walked home holding the drunkard in his hand.

Before they had even finished walking up the stairs, her arm was pulled back, and she turned half a circle and fell into his arms. Before she could say a word, she was kissed.

He Tingzhou held her in his arms and kissed her as they walked inside. Wansui opened the door from the inside and waggled his tail as a stepping stone at their legs.

They stumbled and fell for a while, but the kiss had already changed its rhythm from gentle lingering to strong attack. He Tingzhou held her waist, and his long tongue penetrated her with wild aggressiveness.

He was somewhat restrained in the car, but when he got home, it was like he had brought the prey back to his own territory and could enjoy it to his heart's content without restraint.

The interrupted flames were rekindled, fast and fierce, with an unstoppable rage.

He put Shuang Xu on the table and bit open her clothes with his teeth. She was still somewhat rational in her confusion and tried to stop him with her hands: "Don't do it here. The dogs are watching."

"He will avoid it himself." He Tingzhou put her hands behind her back and used his legs to push her knees apart.

Wansui seemed to have really understood. He circled around it a few times reluctantly, then ran back to the doghouse obediently and dived in.

Shuang Xu raised her foot to kick him, and He Tingzhou grabbed her wrist, and moved his palm up along the evenly-boned calf, sliding to the knee, and dragged her over by the leg.

The surging tide was visible under the light, and at this moment, Frost Sequence belonged to him completely.

He Tingzhou's voice was tinged with desire and he touched her lips lingeringly.

"Happy wedding, wife."

Shuang Xu hugged his neck and kissed him: "Happy wedding."

He Tingzhou waited for a few seconds: "Anything else?"

"What else?"

"Call me husband." He Tingzhou said.

These two words were inexplicably embarrassing. Shuang Xu didn't understand how he could say them so easily. She pried open her eyelids and glanced at him, and after some mental preparation, she called out, "Husband."

The call was too perfunctory and emotionless. He Tingzhou was dissatisfied: "No tilde, call it again."

Shuang Xu's eyes widened: "Why do you use punctuation when speaking? Honey, tilde?"

He Tingzhou smiled, his chest vibrating slightly from the body pressed against hers, and coaxed her, "Sweeter."

With so many requests, Shuang Xu was too lazy to serve: "I can't make it sweet. I'm a bitter melon."

He Tingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and without saying anything more to her, he lifted her up by her legs and walked through the living room upstairs.

In order to avoid falling, Shuang Xu could only try his best to cling to him, his toes tensed to the limit, his voice became intermittent: "You... put me down!"

He Tingzhou said: "Call me husband."

She pursed her lips and refused to cooperate. He Tingzhou continued to move forward. Soon, her breathing became rapid. She could no longer bear it and called out his name: "He Tingzhou~"

“Wouldn’t this have a tilde?”

"...Put me down."

"Call me husband and I'll let you go."

He was too mean and tortured her on purpose. Shuang Xu couldn't beat him and could only beg for mercy by calling out, "Husband..."

He Tingzhou carried her into the bedroom, put her on the bed, and held her waist and pushed deep into her: "Good girl, my Mrs. He."

Shuang Xu could no longer utter a complete sound. He bent his head and kissed her, unable to let her go. His entire heart turned into a pool of pure blue water, and he wanted to hide his mermaid in it.

When the sun shone, she jumped out of the water and splashed him all wet.

*

When Shen Yu landed in San Francisco, it was midnight in Yancheng time and eight in the morning local time.

The more than ten-hour flight from Yancheng to the United States felt like a journey back in time that spanned five years.

The person in charge of the local branch was already waiting in the airport reception hall and respectfully took his suitcase: "Mr. Shen, the car has been arranged. I will take you back to the hotel to rest first."

"No thanks." Shen Yu asked for the car key, "I want to go for a walk by myself."

The apartment that Shuang Xu lived in is still preserved. When Shen Yu opened the door, he was greeted by dust that had been vacant for half a year.

Everything in the house was still in its original place. She did not take many of the things with her when she returned home. Perhaps the experiences of being abandoned twice had hurt her too deeply, so she always traveled light wherever she went. There were very few things that truly belonged to her.

The house had not been cleaned for a long time, and there was a layer of dust on the table. When Shen Yu walked in, the sound of his leather shoes on the wooden floor could be clearly heard.

He stood in the living room, feeling a desolate silence.

He wanted to take his little Jiu back, but he was five years late and she was no longer here.

She returned to Yancheng, nine thousand kilometers away, but did not return to him.