Chapter 72 Love from the beginning of the day until dawn.
Needless to say, the Li Group's project was doomed to fail.
Because of this incident, Zhang Minglang remained very quiet even after getting into Tang Yi's car after get off work.
Zhang Minglang turned to look at Tang Yi for the eight hundredth time. She was still holding the steering wheel, looking straight ahead with serious attention.
He sighed, thinking she was upset because the project had fallen through and her performance was in jeopardy, and comforted her, "Don't get upset, Tang Yi. It's just a project. Try to look on the bright side. If we really do cooperate later, who knows what that inexplicable woman might do to me?"
Tang Yi paused for a few seconds before finally speaking her first question: "What did she ask for?"
Zhang Minglang glanced at her, then waved his hand, "It's nothing, don't worry, it's all in the past."
Tang Yi glanced at the rearview mirror and lowered her voice slightly: "But I want to know."
Zhang Minglang was silent for a moment, then said casually, "She said she wanted to date me."
Tang Yi's eyelashes trembled.
After he finished speaking, he quickly raised his hands and added, "I swear to you, I completely ignored her. I picked up my clothes and left. Later, she... she said some nonsense. When I came back and yelled at her, she splashed water on me."
Zhang Minglang seemed unwilling to continue the conversation, feeling incredibly embarrassed that he, a dignified CEO, had been splashed with water.
Aside from all that, this glass of water earned Tang Yi defend him in public for the first time.
Zhang Minglang crossed his arms and thought happily, "No matter how you look at it, I'm the one who's making the profit."
“Nonsense?” Tang Yi keenly grasped the point he was deliberately vague about, turned to look at him, and said, “She insulted me.”
It is a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.
Tang Yibing was very clever, and Zhang Minglang knew he couldn't hide it from her.
He regretted speaking so clearly, because after Tang Yi finished speaking, no matter how much Zhang Minglang teased and joked with her, she didn't say another word.
Zhang Minglang followed her into the elevator, out of the elevator, opened her apartment door, and closed it. He had just taken off his shoes and straightened up when he felt his tie being pulled. He looked down in surprise, and his lips were already pressed against hers.
Tang Yi kissed him first?
Zhang Minglang secretly pinched his leg, and a sharp pain came through, making him realize that this was not a dream.
Tang Yi was indeed holding his tie, her high heels still on, allowing her to reach his lips without having to tiptoe. She pushed him against the door and kissed him somewhat haphazardly.
Afraid that she would get tired, Zhang Minglang bent down and reached out to support her waist and the back of her head. Tang Yi also put her arm around his neck.
Zhang Minglang couldn't stand that she would only trace the shape of his lips little by little, arousing him and making him feel hot all over, but leaving him completely unsatisfied.
So he counted down from five in his mind. When he reached one, he lifted Tang Yi up steadily with a slight effort. Their lips parted briefly, and Tang Yi wrapped her legs around his waist, using her hands on his chest as a support.
Her long hair fell down and gently brushed against his face, tickling him.
He stepped back slightly, his voice husky with restraint: "So proactive?"
Tang Yi didn't speak, but lowered her body to find his lips. Zhang Minglang deliberately turned his head away, his hot breath brushing against her lips, as if scolding: "After kissing you so many times, how come you haven't learned anything?"
Zhang Minglang lifted her up steadily, tightened his grip on the back of her head, and just before their lips met, he lowered his voice and said, "Husband will teach you how to kiss."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Minglang's hands moved in unison, holding Tang Yi's head and kissing her intimately.
He skillfully pried open her teeth, but thanks to Tang Yi's own leniency, it didn't actually take much effort. The two were entangled together, unable to distinguish the wet sounds between their lips and the sobs that escaped their throats in moments of passion.
The two kissed with their eyes closed, moving step by step toward the living room. Tang Yi's high heel, which was still hooked on the toe, landed on the ground, her instep tense. Zhang Minglang's tie was roughly pulled off and carelessly thrown on the ground.
The red of the tie and the red of the high heels collide, enough to evoke a lot of thoughts.
Zhang Minglang gently laid Tang Yi on the sofa and turned to help her take off her other high heel, which was still hanging on her foot. However, Tang Yi misunderstood that he was about to get up and leave. With a slight effort, she used her legs, which were still wrapped around his waist, to easily bring Zhang Minglang back to her.
He braced himself against the sofa on either side of her head; her dark hair was loose, the elastic band nowhere to be seen. Tang Yi's eyes flickered, then suddenly clouded over. She opened her mouth, her voice soft yet firm: "You are mine."
Zhang Minglang was stunned.
As if afraid he hadn't heard her, she emphasized and repeated forcefully, "You're mine!"
Her brows furrowed slightly, and a glistening light appeared in her eyes, as if she had finally mustered the courage to voice her pent-up frustration: "Why did she throw things at you? I..."
Before Tang Yi could finish speaking, Zhang Minglang pressed his lips against hers again. This kiss was more forceful and urgent; he lifted Tang Yi's chin, forcing her to stretch her neck to meet his kiss.
Her lower back had gradually lifted off the sofa behind her, arching upwards in sync with his movements. Her body was exhausted, but her mind was incredibly excited. After the passionate kiss, Zhang Minglang slowly released her lips, which had been rubbed until they were red, and gently rubbed them with his finger, his voice filled with suppressed desire: "I'm yours."
He looked up into her eyes. The sunlight outside the window had disappeared. They had lost count of how much time they had wasted on each other's lips.
He continued to look at her intently, his fingers stroking and pressing against her lips with a bit more force, as if hinting at something.
He loosened his fingers, bent down, and gave her a light, fleeting kiss.
Zhang Minglang lowered his eyelashes, earnestly reaching out to gently wipe away the traces of red lip gloss that had been smudged from his kisses around her lips, and asked softly:
"When can I be yours, Tang Yi?"
Suddenly, all the sensation that had vanished from Tang Yi's legs and body returned. She could clearly feel the heat emanating from Zhang Minglang's body pressed against her lower abdomen, transmitted through her black bodycon skirt.
She knew what this answer meant for what would happen next.
But she lowered her eyelashes: "I don't have any at home..."
“Yes,” Zhang Minglang said, as if he had been waiting for her to ask this question. He shifted uncomfortably and explained in a strained voice, “I bought it when I came to your house last time and put it on the bedside table in the guest room.”
After hearing his answer, Tang Yi placed her hand on his prominent Adam's apple, giving him a slight tickling sensation.
He frowned, about to say something, when she raised her head and kissed his Adam's apple, which bobbed up and down. Her eyes were alluring, and her voice was soft: "Right now."
"When can I be yours, Tang Yi?"
"Now is fine."
He remained stunned, while Tang Yi impatiently bent her leg and rubbed it against the inside of his suit pants.
Zhang Minglang snapped back to reality in an instant. He reached out and grabbed Tang Yi's erratic leg, holding her ankle, which was so thin it seemed it could break, and used a bit of skill to pull her down.
Tang Yi gasped in surprise. Before she could even adjust, he picked her up in one swift motion, his legs still wrapped around her waist.
This time, however, his steps toward the room were more hurried, his breathing more labored, and his body temperature hotter.
However, at this moment, no one cared about it anymore.
The guest room door was closed, leaving Xiaobai outside. All it could do was raise its paws and scratch at the door.
The battleground shifted from the sofa to the bed, where Tang Yi was placed. Zhang Minglang knelt beside her with his legs apart and took off his heavy suit jacket.
As he propped himself up on the bed, he noticed her disheveled, slightly open neckline and suddenly remembered something. He chuckled softly, "Didn't we say you can't wear your outer clothes to bed? You're still wearing them."
Tang Yi looked down at her shirt, then looked up and smiled, "Then help me."
Zhang Minglang paused slightly. He reached out his hand, which was trembling with nervousness and excitement, and gently unbuttoned each button along her neckline.
Until his thin clothes were completely undone, Zhang Minglang held his breath, as if admiring a beautiful, enigmatic painting, his gaze fixed on it, unwilling to look away.
Tang Yi belatedly felt a pang of shame. She reached up to cover her shoulder, using the back of her slender hand to shield herself, but it had little effect. She pushed him slightly, somewhat annoyed: "Why are you still wearing it?"
Zhang Minglang, however, took her hand and guided her to unbutton his shirt. His voice was low and husky, as if he were bewitching her: "Tit for tat."
Tang Yi slowly helped him unbutton a few buttons. The man's breathing became heavier and heavier until he finally couldn't hold back any longer. He impatiently reached out and yanked, and the remaining few buttons flew off, landing on the floor with a soft but clear sound.
Tang Yi felt her stockings were about to fall off. She pushed him away, her protests drowned out by his lips as they covered hers again: "Don't tear them..."
The protest was invalid.
In the midst of chaos, Tang Yi's hand on his back tightened inch by inch, her nails digging into his flesh.
She tilted her head back, making soft, blush-inducing sounds in her throat as she watched the round lamp above her sway up and down, creating a double image.
Plastic bags were torn open one after another, scattered all over the ground, like the kiss marks he left on her neck.
Sleepiness was battling with her excitement when Tang Yi felt something hard pressing on her back. She struggled to free her hand to touch it and found it was a button.
She gasped for breath, clutching the little gadget tightly in her hand. Suddenly, her chest loosened as Zhang Minglang, who was multitasking, grabbed her hand back.
A bead of sweat dripped from his hair.
"Can't you concentrate on doing something like this, Tang Yi?"
Tang Yi didn't say anything, she just moved back slightly. The keyhole was off by an inch, and Zhang Minglang immediately groaned in discomfort.
Tang Yi showed him through her actions that she did not accept criticism.
The night outside the window was hazy, and the wind howled against the glass, concealing Tang Yi's barely concealed voice and Zhang Minglang's overly provocative words. Some of the windows in the rows of residential buildings were already dark, while others remained lit all night.
Tang Yi knew which window would be darkened at what time tonight.
Because they loved each other from dusk till dawn.
Author's Note: The product of a three-hundred-round battle with censorship.
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