Chapter 87 Call Me Husband
Breathing began to stagnate.
His burning kiss landed again, moving downwards with a punitive force, but even more so with tenderness.
Qu He's eyelashes trembled, her body shuddered involuntarily, and she unconsciously grabbed the hem of his pajamas, but he quickly pulled it down, and their fingers intertwined.
A faint jasmine scent floated in the air, the smell of their shower gel mingling with the cedar scent on his body, creating an invisible mist.
"Ahe, I want you."
His voice was low and hoarse, and his breath hit the skin behind my ear, which quickly became hot.
Qu He was held tightly in his arms, with nowhere to escape.
Consciousness began to blur, and time seemed to stretch out, or perhaps stand still.
The moonlight outside the window began to slant, and the ambiguous warmth inside the room intensified.
After being carried out of the bathroom by Zhuang Bieyan, Qu He was so tired that she fell asleep.
He gently placed the person in his arms on the bed, then pulled her into his embrace, his fingers tracing the lines between her eyebrows and eyes, his gaze lingering, unable to get enough of looking at her.
Zhuang Bieyan felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction; his Ahe now belonged to him completely.
Especially when he thought of how shy and helpless she looked in his arms just now, and how it was each other's first time, he couldn't help but tighten his arms and want to meld her into his very bones.
But the moment he touched her, that joy was tinged with bittersweetness. He knew that his Ah He carried too many things in her heart—the shadows of the past, the uncertainty of the future—and he could only occupy a small corner of it.
But he wasn't satisfied. He could only restrain his possessiveness to avoid doing anything crazy that would make her only have eyes and heart for him.
Actually, he was insanely jealous.
She was jealous of that despicable man who had possessed her for seven years, even though those seven years were filled with deception, yet he still wanted to possess even those seven years. These dark thoughts often surged in the dead of night, almost driving her mad.
He wanted her past, present, and future to bear only the mark of Zhuang Bieyan.
But that's okay, he has plenty of time to slowly cover up and replace all traces that don't belong to him.
Zhuang Bieyan put his arm around her waist and whispered, "Goodnight, Ahe."
When Qu He woke up in the morning, she had just opened her eyes when she was met with Zhuang Bieyan's gaze.
She didn't know when he woke up. This man's stamina was really good. He went to bed later than her last night, but woke up so early this morning.
She was burned by the heat in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes and subconsciously tried to turn around, but the moment she moved, she pulled on the muscles on her side, and the soreness from there made her hiss involuntarily.
"Does it still hurt?"
He immediately tightened his arms and gently massaged her lower back, feeling both tenderness and annoyance.
Last night, at the very beginning, he was too hasty, driven by primal urges, and acted entirely on instinct.
Later, when he saw her frown, he realized he might have hurt her. So he learned to slow down and explore carefully, hoping to bring her some pleasure.
"Ahe, yesterday...did you still like it?" He lowered his head and gently touched the tip of her nose, his voice tinged with nervousness.
Qu He's face flushed, and she gently pinched his arm, her voice hoarse, "What are you talking about so early in the morning?"
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled and took her mischievous hand in his, smiling mischievously, "It seems Ahe is satisfied."
"No, it's just average," she stubbornly insisted.
However, the man in the morning was clearly not one to be provoked, and her words only added fuel to the fire.
Zhuang Bieyan flipped over and pinned her down, and she quickly paid the price for that "ordinary" remark with a sore throat.
Afterwards, Qu He lay limp on the bed, looking utterly hopeless as Zhuang Bieyan wiped her fingers and applied hand cream.
His movements were very gentle, making her feel a little ticklish.
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her languid appearance and his heart melted. He wanted to kiss her again, but as soon as he lowered his head, Qu He kicked him away.
She pulled her hand away, staggered towards the bathroom, and tossed out, "We'll sleep in separate beds tonight!"
Separate beds?
Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow. How could that be?
That night, he locked all the rooms in the house except the bedroom, put the keys in the safe, and also hid all the cushions and blankets on the living room sofa.
Qu He: "..."
She glared at him angrily and went back to the bedroom.
The price of that "so-so" was far heavier than she had imagined.
He had to admit Zhuang Bieyan's exceptional learning ability and meticulous attitude.
In just one night, he had mastered all the techniques to make her surrender.
In the heat of passion, he lifted her by the waist, bit her earlobe, and his breath was scorching: "Ahe, do you still think it's just okay?"
Qu He bit her lip and remained silent.
A sly glint flashed in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes as he kissed her lips repeatedly. "Ahe, say you like me."
Qu He, unable to resist his persistent nagging, finally said, "I...like..."
"Who do you like? Tell me you like me."
"I like...you..."
“Say that you like Ayan.”
"I...I like...Ayan..."
Seeing her unusually obedient, Zhuang Bieyan pressed his advantage and commanded in a hoarse voice, "Wife, call me husband."
Qu He's cheeks flushed bright red, and she turned her head away, biting her lip to remain silent.
Zhuang Bieyan's eyes darkened, and he deliberately increased the force.
Qu He begged for mercy: "Husband..."
"Good girl." He was satisfied and kissed her lightly and softly.
Qu He got angry and, while she still had some strength, tilted her head back and bit his neck to vent her anger.
Men who have tasted the forbidden fruit are not to be trifled with, but she's not one to be bullied either! She's not made of dough!
......
Ever since the two of them did something intimate, Zhuang Bieyan has wanted to kiss and hug Qu He all the time.
From the moment he wakes up and eats breakfast, he will use the excuse of "trying to see if the porridge is sweet" to secretly kiss her on the corner of her mouth.
Before she left for work, he would wait in the entryway and only let her go after giving her a so-called "farewell kiss".
And at night it's even worse.
Over time, Qu He even developed a conditioned reflex; whenever he lowered his head, she would subconsciously look up.
Moreover, he would say, "Ahe, you worked hard last night," and then personally drive her to Heyuefang every day. When they arrived at the door, he would half-coax and half-trick her into kissing him for a long time before letting her out of the car.
Zhuang Bieyan looked at the person who was lying on his chest, breathing softly, his eyes full of love. He lifted her chin and wanted to kiss her again.
Qu He gently covered his mouth with her hand, "Alright, alright, I'm going to be late, you can kiss him by yourself!"
Watching her hurriedly get out of the car, Zhuang Bieyan touched his lips as if savoring the moment, and chuckled softly.
Zhuang's Group.
When Tan Cong arrived at the company, he sensed that Zhuang Bieyan was acting strangely; he could hardly hide the smugness on his face.
What great news is this?
Could it be... that the Zhuang family's territory is about to expand again?
Tan Cong went in with a lot of questions to confirm the schedule with Zhuang Bieyan.
He waited to the side, but Zhuang Bieyan suddenly loosened his tie. "It's a bit hot."
Tan Cong: "Do you need me to turn the air conditioning down a bit?"
"No need."
Zhuang Bieyan started taking off his coat as he spoke.
Tan Cong hurriedly took it, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of an ambiguous red mark next to the boss's shirt collar!
He froze instantly, unsure where to look.
Just as she was panicking, she met Zhuang Bieyan's meaningful gaze.
"You saw it?" Zhuang Bieyan's tone was devoid of emotion.
Tan Cong's scalp tingled: "No, no! President Zhuang, I...I didn't see anything!"
That's it, we'll die even faster now.
Will he be silenced?
No way! He just received his beloved motorcycle!
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Bieyan merely glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.
Just then, the secretary brought in coffee.
Whether intentionally or not, Zhuang Bieyan tugged at his tie again, making the mark even more obvious!
Tan Cong watched as his secretary's eyes lit up instantly, her gossip-loving spirit burning brightly within them.
Tan Cong: "......"
No, girl, could you tone it down a bit?
Look all you want! But could you please stop smirking so much?
He quickly gave the secretary a meaningful look, and she then suppressed a laugh and left.
As soon as the door closed, suppressed gasps came from outside.
Tan Cong was speechless. It seemed the company's gossip group was about to explode again.
Zhuang Bieyan seemed oblivious to everything. After revising the schedule, he instructed, "The schedule after 5:30 PM is rescheduled. I need to pick up my wife from get off work."
"Okay, Mr. Zhuang."
In the evening, the Maybach stopped right on time in front of Heyuefang.
Zhuang Bieyan stood by the car door. When he saw Qu He come out, he immediately walked over and naturally put his arm around her waist, wanting to lower his head and kiss her.
Qu He deftly dodged, poked his chest with her fingertip, and said in a serious tone, "Mr. Zhuang, I think we can't continue like this."
Zhuang Bieyan took her hand and kissed it: "Oh? What are your thoughts, Miss Qu? Tell me about them."
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