Chapter Eleven
Some inexplicable emotions, swept away by the warm tide, seeped into the corners where the lights couldn't reach.
Their breaths were hot, their scents mingled, and an undercurrent of tension surged.
The soft rustling of the fabric was like a spark on a fuse, crackling and popping.
But some rain clouds also brought a light drizzle.
Ye Yin straightened his back slightly, smiled helplessly, and said with barely suppressed heartache in his voice, "Crying again? How many times have you cried in front of me today?"
He loosened Tengzhi's chin and used his fingers to catch the tears rolling down her cheeks.
He loosened his grip with his other hand and gently stroked her trembling back.
Tengzhi still clutched the fabric of his shirt with both hands, and murmured, "I don't want to cry either... They can do it in the living room or the bedroom, but not in the kitchen!"
Ye Yin chimed in, "Yeah, they're awful, incredibly unlucky, filthy and disgusting, they're going to give birth to venereal diseases."
Tengzhi felt extremely wronged when her most cherished possession was defiled. Her pent-up resentment finally erupted at this moment.
She erupted in a fit of despair, cursing, "All these years I've been a dutiful wife to him, cooking, managing the household, earning my own money and spending it as I pleased. Whenever he wants to sleep with me, I let him—"
Ye Yin's temple throbbed with anger: "Teng Zhi! What are you saying!"
"I'm telling the truth! He complained I was getting fat, so I dieted and worked out! He complained I wasn't enthusiastic enough in bed, so I watched porn to learn! He complained I wasn't wet enough... um—"
Ye Yin simply covered her mouth, gritting his teeth and saying fiercely, "Enough, sister! What's going on? You're getting more and more outrageous!"
The words "study" and "flowing water" that crossed the line made him feel hot all over.
A few inches above her lower abdomen were two soft mounds of flesh pressing down firmly—Ye Yin knew she had a proud bust. All day today, she had been sitting in the passenger seat, the seatbelt pressing deep between her breasts, creating a pair of round, full orbs.
Sometimes when the car goes over bumpy roads, those two beads will bounce up and down.
Her presence was so strong that Ye Yin had to constantly remind himself of the saying "do not look at what is improper" to avoid glancing at her all the time.
As a result, it's now simply pasted on.
She was probably wearing a sports bra; the fabric was thin and there wasn't thick padding.
Yet it was surprisingly soft.
Their lower bodies were pressed tightly together.
It was the height of summer, and his pants were thin. Tengzhi's loose pajama pants weren't much thicker either. After a few moments of rubbing against each other in the chaos, a certain unruly little thing started to stir.
A growing impulse and desire lay between the two, like a seed about to sprout.
Ye Yin had stopped holding Teng Zhi, but instead of pushing him away, the other person tightened their grip on his clothes with their ten fingers.
Then, Ye Yin's hand, which was loosely covering Teng Zhi's mouth, was licked by something.
Wet and soft.
Ye Yin felt a tightness in his lower abdomen, a twitching between his eyebrows, and his neck went numb.
He gritted his teeth, but couldn't bear to pull his hand back.
Immediately afterwards, his palm was lightly bitten. It didn't hurt or itch, but the back of his head went numb, and the hairs on his head stood on end.
The French windows were open, and the hot air from outside rushed in, gradually inflating the balloons in their chests.
Tengzhi's eyes were watery and sparkling; with each blink, water droplets would bounce down.
She had never done anything so bold before, embracing a man she had only met a few times and sending him obvious and direct signals of advances.
Her husband's infidelity was like a small hammer, cracking the eggshell that had been protecting her.
The cracks grew longer and more numerous, and she couldn't stop them. Some belated rebellion grew wildly, emerging from the cracks.
On what grounds?
Why should she obediently follow the rules, only to be betrayed and hurt time and time again?
The man's palms were dry and warm, with a faint tobacco smell, and the flesh was rough, showing signs of years of hard work.
His tongue darted out again, like a water snake, swimming from his palm all the way to the base of his middle finger.
There is a gold ring there, a basic Cartier design.
The series that symbolizes "love".
Teng Zhi didn't ask if these were his and Yang Jiawen's matching rings.
She closed her eyes, licked the ring until it was wet, and slowly filled it with saliva, along with the screw engraving that symbolized her sincere loyalty.
Ye Yin took a heavy breath.
After just one lick, his entire penis was fully erect, pitifully squeezed between the two of them.
He slightly curled his fingers, no longer covering Tengzhi's mouth, narrowed his eyes, and said, "...Try licking it again?"
The man's warning voice was deep and hoarse, and there was an undeniable sticky mark on her lower abdomen. Teng Zhi's shoulders trembled, but she ignored his pretentious threat and continued to quietly lick his finger.
Her tongue moved upwards inch by inch, leaving a trail of moisture, until it reached her fingertips, which she then opened her mouth to take.
She lifted her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling, and looked up at Ye Yin.
Ye Yin's eyes were so intense that he couldn't push her away. He changed direction and slipped his hand under her clothes, skin to skin, to cover her lower back.
Tengzhi's tongue circled around her fingertips, and with each circle, Ye Yin's fingers climbed up her spine one section.
She licked quickly, and he climbed high.
Ye Yin's fingers were licked until they were wet, and at the same time he lifted the elastic fabric on her back.
Insert your five fingers inside.
The flesh in my palm was so soft it was unbelievable, but if I pressed down lightly, I could feel the bone wrapped in the flesh.
Ye Yin knew from the beginning that she was not as soft and weak as she appeared, and could not be easily manipulated.
He's got a really strong body.
He stopped, avoiding touching anything softer in front of him.
But we were very close, only a hand's width away from the tip of the nipple.
Ye Yin looked down at her and said, "Teng Zhi, I'm not a saint."
He began to move the middle finger that she had put in her mouth, gently thrusting it in and out of her warm, moist mouth.
He lightly scraped the tip of her tongue with his fingernail.
Tengzhi, still sucking on his finger, murmured indistinctly, "Didn't you say today that you could stay with me for the next three days?"
"Yes, what do you want me to do with you?"
After saying that, Ye Yin put another ring finger into her mouth.
Tengzhi paused for only a second before taking it into her mouth as well.
He stopped licking, and instead lightly sucked on the tips of his two fingers intermittently, his voice even more indistinct: "Hold me..."
Ye Yin pressed her back down, pulling them even closer: "Am I not holding you right now?"
Teng Zhi whimpered as the fierce little beast bumped into her lower abdomen, spitting out two fingers. She frowned, deliberately provoking him: "Don't play dumb with me! Ye Yin, are you like Yang Jiawen said, that you're impotent—"
Ye Yin lifted her face and fiercely kissed her lips.
He gave Tengzhi no chance to regret it, conquering territory and advancing rapidly, capturing the soft tongue that had been licking so skillfully just moments before, and entwining and entwining with it.
He then kneaded one of her breasts, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, like holding sweet cream, the sensation was excessively wonderful.
Ye Yin didn't control his strength well for a moment, and when he exerted a little force, he heard Teng Zhi make a "hmm" sound.
He quickly softened his movements, his deep kiss still domineering and fierce, while his fingers gently caressed the small nipple.
Teng Zhi's legs went weak from the kisses, and she staggered, clutching Ye Yin's clothes as if she were clinging to a piece of driftwood in a boundless sea.
Their lower bodies rubbed and pressed together. Tengzhi gave in first, tears welling in her eyes as she cried out, "Breathe... I can't breathe..."
Ye Yin himself was also out of breath, so he temporarily let go of her lips.
He reluctantly grabbed her breasts a couple more times, then pulled his hand away, grabbed Tengzhi's wrist with his other hand, pulled it down, and shoved it between them, pressing it against his erect penis.
Only when he touched it with his own hands did he realize how hot and hard it was. Tengzhi's breathing became rapid, and by then it was too late to escape.
Ye Yin leaned down, took her wrist in his hand, and began to rub his throbbing, hard penis up and down.
He brushed aside her dark, algae-like hair and kissed the white flesh of her neck.
"Whether I can do it or not, why don't you try and see?"
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