Chapter 172 Husband 9
Wen Hui's back sank into the soft quilt.
Two quilts were neatly spread out on the bed, now slightly messy from their movements. Wen Hui's heart was pounding wildly. Under Zheng Song's gentle, almost uncontrollable kiss, she had an incredible thought: He seemed like a different person!
This kiss is full of passion.
Wen Hui was a bit surprised by Zheng Song's initial awkwardness, but then his movements became more and more skillful, finding her teeth and tongue with unerring precision. Wen Hui tasted the slightly pungent minty flavor as Zheng Song cleaned himself thoroughly in the bathroom, including his mouth.
This is something Zheng Song would never have done before.
He only occasionally revealed his passionate side in the early days of their relationship. After they married, Zheng Song settled into the old-married-wife mode. He was a reserved and serious person, reluctant to show excessive intimacy in front of outsiders. Even behind closed doors, he found it difficult to let go. Everything was businesslike, rarely losing control.
Wen Hui's lungs were severely deprived of air, and tears of reason welled up in her eyes. Zheng Song lowered his eyes, his gaze glued to his wife, listening to her two quick breaths, and kissed her lips again.
Wen Hui's cheeks were slightly flushed. She was trapped between Zheng Song's chest and the bed. This was a very dangerous position, like a herbivore being pinned down by a wild beast. With a fragile neck, a defenseless chest, and soft limbs, the beast could easily tear it apart.
When he overturned her, her lips trembled uncontrollably, her heart beat violently, and her back tingled - this was a manifestation of fear. Zheng Song's shadow enveloped her, but she was beyond fear, and a morbid satisfaction rose with it.
His embrace made Wen Hui feel safe. Her back, limbs, and even her head were all wrapped in Zheng Song's arms. She even had the illusion that her exposed feet were also wrapped. But she had no time to think about it. Just when she opened her eyes slightly and wanted to take a breath, she found that Zheng Song was staring at her with a look that implied hidden emotions.
Like a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle.
There is a sticky cool feeling.
Wen Hui's breath was caught in her throat.
Zheng Song kissed her eyes and reached out to touch her shoulder straps. Wen Hui's thoughts shifted again. She lay down softly, waiting for him to take off her nightgown. They had not been intimate for a long time.
Wen Hui felt like her whole body was on fire in his passionate kiss, and she could be completely burned up with just one move from him.
The next moment——
She looked shocked, and the flame was extinguished by cold water.
Zheng Song lifted the slipped shoulder strap to her shoulders, carefully straightened her nightgown, and even spread out the bow hanging next to the neckline. Finally, he held her in his arms and kicked away the extra quilt.
He said, "Go to bed, Megumin. It's late."
Even someone with a soft temper like Wen Hui can't avoid resentment.
How could this be? He had whetted her appetite, but he shook his head and was about to go to sleep. Wen Hui bit her lip, her eyes full of resentment, and looked up at Zheng Song. Zheng Song's face was full of tenderness, and he even kissed her lips gently, repeating again: "Go to sleep."
Wen Hui frowned.
Her legs stretched horizontally to Zheng Song's midsection, and she could clearly feel the changes in him. If it wasn't a physiological reason, then what was it? Recently, her relationship with Zheng Song had been improving. He was able to meet all her hidden expectations, and he was no longer the cold and indifferent husband he used to be.
But why doesn't he want to be close to me?
Wen Hui's face was filled with worry. Zheng Song comforted his wife, who was suffering from insomnia: "Don't think about these messy things anymore. It will affect your sleep. I'm your husband. I'll be with you from now on. Don't worry, Huihui."
He couldn't find a good way to hypnotize her, so he could only lean over to her ear and whisper, "Hui Hui. Your body can't support you staying up late. Go to sleep."
His eyes swept over Wen Hui.
A pool of crimson blood silently spread across the bed, enveloping Wen Hui. The monster's flesh touched his wife's fragile body, concealing its hidden teeth and dangerous structures sharp enough to pierce her flesh. He unconsciously released a sleep-inducing hormone, and Wen Hui fell asleep in his arms.
Only after he coaxed his wife to sleep did he dare to release the suppressed scarlet flesh and blood. It covered the whole bed, squirming and crawling, and the excess fell to the bottom of the bed, covering the carpet in front of the bed.
There was a slight numbness at the base of his tongue and lips. It was a very subtle feeling. At the same time, he felt a desire to destroy her—to strangle Wen Hui with his flesh and blood, to tear her apart with his teeth, to taste her, to swallow her into his stomach...
Zheng Song's chest was filled with all kinds of dark and bloody thoughts. The soft prey curled up in his arms. He stared at Wen Hui's sleeping face intently, leaned close to her face and breathed in the slightly floral scent with satisfaction.
His facial features changed, and he completely melted into a sticky mass, wriggling towards Wen Hui. His teeth were pressed against her lips, while the rest of his body tightly wrapped around her. Her fingers, toes, and even the curled strands of hair were not spared by the monster's spread. They greedily and shamelessly covered every possible area.
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The "Zheng Song" race is a terrifying presence in their world. They are at the top of the food chain, possessing not only ferocious hunting abilities but also taking pleasure in torturing their prey. Their bodies produce a hormone that causes their prey to involuntarily fall asleep. The images in their dreams are controlled by the monsters, and these terrifying dreams can cause their prey to die of fear.
This is a way for the cruel monster to kill time after filling his stomach.
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Wen Hui entered that strange dream again.
In her dream, the sky and ground were scarlet waves, and stepping on them felt like stepping on sticky mud. She subconsciously folded her arms and looked around nervously.
The last time, she dreamed of her past with Wen Hui. Those memories, cruelly resurfacing before her, nearly paralyzed her. She trod lightly on the occasionally wiggling ground.
Nothing that frightened her appeared in her dream.
Finally, she found her home. The house she bought after marrying Zheng Song had the same layout, and two pots of jasmine flowers bloomed on the balcony.
She pushed open the bedroom door and saw a man lying on the bed. He lifted the quilt and walked towards her with a gentle face: "Hui Hui. I'm Zheng Song."
Wen Hui threw herself into his arms.
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When Wen Hui woke up, the seat next to her was completely cold. She reached for her phone and saw that it was already ten o'clock.
She had actually slept so late. She scratched her hair in frustration and walked to the kitchen in her slippers. Sure enough, there was no sign of cooking. She sent Zheng Song a message, asking what he wanted for lunch, but he didn't reply. She packed up and went out to pick up a package. When she came back, she sat on the sofa, dazed, as if she hadn't woken up yet.
She thought of her dream last night.
In the second half of the dream, she pressed down on Zheng Song, hugged him with all her strength, and kissed him until he felt dizzy.
It is a passion that she dares not realize in reality.
Zheng Song lay submissively on the bed, letting her do whatever she wanted. Dreams were just dreams after all, and the most daring thing Wen Hui did in her dream was kissing. As for the rest... maybe she had some thoughts she wanted to put into practice, but unfortunately, she woke up.
Wen Hui used the back of her hand to cool her hot cheeks. The vivid experience in the dream and Zheng Song's reaction made her heart beat violently, and waves of numbness surged up the back of her head.
Her shyness didn't make her retreat, instead it gave rise to a resentment—for what? She and Zheng Song were a legal couple; sex was a matter of course. Besides, her mother urged her to have a child every day, and Zheng Song didn't even touch her, so how could the child come from? Wen Hui bit her lip, her mind replaying the last night when Zheng Song stopped at the critical moment and coaxed her into sleep.
If he had a physiological problem, it would be fine. But he clearly had feelings for her, yet he shamelessly aroused her, and when her heart was fluttering, he poured a bucket of cold water on her, causing her to think about him day and night, unable to find relief.
The more Wen Hui thought about it, the more angry she became.
When lunch was delivered at noon, Wen Hui sat on the sofa in Zheng Song's office and didn't want to leave. After just a few seconds, Zheng Song urged her to leave.
Wen Hui felt increasingly depressed by his cold attitude, but when she thought of his gentleness after get off work, she began to smile again.
On the way home, she didn't dare take the bus or a taxi.
The chilling feeling she had felt last night came back to her mind. The stiff movements of the doctor in the clinic were not like those of a normal person, but there was no evidence to support her suspicion. How terrifying would it be if monsters could walk in human society wearing human skin?
Imagine, if the strangers you passed by, or even your closest family members, were all monsters in disguise, how terrifying would that be? Wen Hui rubbed the goose bumps on her arms, picked up her shoulder bag, and went home.
Wen Hui paused as she passed a shop hidden in a corner among other eye-catchingly decorated shops.
Ten minutes later, Wen Hui hurried back home with a nervous look on her face, carrying a bag bulging with things.
In the evening, Zheng Song returned home from get off work, and Wen Hui was full of worries.
Zheng Song asked her, "Huihui, what's wrong?"
Wen Hui paused, then shook her head: "Nothing, I was just distracted."
After the two finished their meal, Zheng Song took her hand and expressed his desire to buy meat. Wen Hui and he went to a nearby supermarket and bought fresh meat.
Before going to bed, Zheng Song kissed her lips again. Wen Hui's heart was still hanging. When they separated, Wen Hui's cheeks were flushed and her arms were hooked around his neck. This was a very obvious invitation. Unfortunately, Zheng Song said something cold in his gentle tone: "Hui Hui. I'm going to take a shower."
Wen Hui took a breath and asked him, "Have you finished washing?"
Zheng Song looked puzzled and answered honestly, "I'm sleeping."
Wen Hui was torn. In the past, if Zheng Song showed even the slightest sign of dissatisfaction, Wen Hui would not dare to do anything. But recently, she felt that her feelings for Zheng Song had deepened. Moreover, he had kissed her with an infatuated expression. If she hadn't been out of breath, he wouldn't have let go.
So why is it always stuck at the last step?
They are a legitimate couple.
Zheng Song is taking a bath.
The sound of water splashing was loud.
Wen Hui bit her lip and took out the nightgown that was drying on the balcony.
She just bought this today.
The clothes are not made of expensive fabrics, and this nightgown does not need to be expensive either. It just needs to be well designed and have the fragrance of laundry detergent.
The person who runs the shop is a girl in her twenties.
Wen Hui didn't expect there was anyone in the store.
The girl saw her lingering in front of various nightgowns and offered her advice: "Beautiful sister, choose this one, this one! You have a nice figure, and you will look absolutely stunning in it! It's made of carefully selected mesh fabric, which is comfortable to the touch and won't prick you. And look at the design on the chest, it opens in the front, making it easy to put on and take off!"
She picked up a pair of pants: "Pair these pants! Open, crotch!"
Wen Hui blushed.
She thought it was an empty store, and with an inexplicable desire, she stepped through the door, and under the girl's enthusiastic sales pitch, she gritted her teeth and bought a nightgown.
At this moment, she was wearing this nightgown and sitting on the bed.
With her courage, even if she wanted to buy it, she would not choose such a bold style. However, the girl in the store was really enthusiastic.
Now that you've bought it, wear it.
Wen Hui sat on the bed awkwardly, nervously trying to grab something, but her nightgown was too short, barely covering her legs and bottom.
The nightgown was made entirely of mesh, with the mesh stacked to resemble two petals, embellished with wide lace bands. The thin tulle fell, barely covering her slender waist. Her fair skin, reflected against the black tulle, resembled a touch of snow on a mountaintop.
She was as shy as a ripe red apple, and sweated all over under the incandescent light.
At this moment, Zheng Song came out of the bathroom. He was wearing pajamas, a conservative style. He had a gentle smile on his face and wiped his wet hair with a towel. He wanted to hug his wife quickly and fall asleep. He was itching in his heart because of Wen Hui's behavior in his dream last night.
"Huihui, I'm done." The moment Zheng Song left the bathroom, his eyes accurately located Wen Hui's location. He walked towards her, and then, seeing Wen Hui's shy smile, he suddenly froze.
Wen Hui and Zheng Song looked at each other. His eyes were calm and gentle. Suddenly, he froze in place, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, like a lost animal, not knowing what to do. His whole body exuded a sense of helplessness and tension.
Wen Hui's heart was beating violently. She stood up and walked to Zheng Song's side. She took the towel from his hand and stood on tiptoe: "Let me wipe your hair."
Zheng Song's Adam's apple rolled twice, and he said, "Ah...Okay, Huihui."
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