"Is your face cramping? If you can't handle it, go guard the gates in F continent! Do I need to teach you how to throw out anyone who comes to your door?" With that, he pushed aside the person at the door and went inside.
"Oh my god!" The bodyguard who had just gone in immediately jumped out, feeling a chill run down his spine.
"Why didn't you say so sooner!" She glared fiercely at the person guarding the bedroom door.
“I told you but you wouldn’t listen. Now it’s our turn to guard the gates of F Continent.” The other person lowered his voice and glared back at the other.
"What?" Song Heng's tone was cold.
A faint fragrance, not originally belonging to this place, wafted from the room, making him feel both familiar and strange.
"Boss...why don't you want to take a look yourself?" the bodyguard stammered.
Song Heng strode into the room, and the two bodyguards exchanged a glance and tactfully retreated to the living room doorway.
Upon entering the bedroom, I saw Zhou Yun lying on the bed, breathing rapidly, with muffled groans emanating from her rosy lips.
The warm light in the bedroom illuminated her entire body, and the form-fitting dress perfectly outlined her stunning figure. The off-the-shoulder neckline was pulled up to halfway up her snow-white chest, and her long, slender, fair legs appeared even more alluring as she turned over.
A dark glint instantly appeared in Song Heng's eyes as he glared at the bodyguard at the door and snapped, "Get out!"
The two immediately understood and closed the door.
At that moment, Zhou Yun didn't hear any voices in the room, and her mind was hazy, causing her to murmur softly.
"Water, water, I'm so thirsty..." A hand weakly reached towards the bedside, and the stinging pain in her head made it impossible for her to open her eyes.
The intense, burning sensation made her unconsciously tug at her clothes, the hem of her dress already folded up to her upper thighs.
The entire room was filled with the sweet scent of citrus mixed with milk.
Zhou Yun felt her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire, as if a desert traveler was yearning for water and kept praying for it.
Until a cool and sweet sensation flooded her mouth, Zhou Yun felt her dry mouth being moistened, and she opened her mouth slightly to continuously draw in this source.
The soft touch on her tongue was slightly cool, and she greedily absorbed the sweetness given to her like a baby.
"No, no... I want to drink more..." The moment the other person left, Zhou Yun leaned forward as if grasping at a lifeline and took a big bite.
Song Heng let out a muffled groan of pain, his gaze fixed intently on Zhou Yun's dazed eyes. He took a sip of warm water and then pressed his lips to hers again...
However, the faint source of the energy only made Zhou Yun feel as if her whole body was on fire.
It was terribly hot; even the air around me was hot.
"Hot, I'm so hot..." Her delicate red lips were disheveled when Song Heng fed her water, and now they looked incredibly lewd.
"Hold me... I'm so hot." Zhou Yun's neckline was already pulled down to the lowest point, and the hem of her skirt was rolled up between her legs, revealing glimpses of her skin.
"Don't move!" Song Heng said hoarsely, gripping her soft waist.
He became restless when feeding the little girl water, and he tried to feed her with his mouth for a long time, making his veins bulge.
Perhaps startled by the sudden sound, Zhou Yun looked up, her eyes glazed over as she gazed at Song Heng, her long, beautiful fingers tracing his eyebrows and eyes.
"Who are you?" she said, then rubbed Song Heng's cheeks with both hands. "So beautiful...like a sculpture."
Song Heng: ...
Looking at the disheveled collar of her shirt and her lustful gaze, Song Heng let out a deep breath.
"Ugh... Don't move!"
After saying that, she stretched out her legs and straddled Song Heng. Her skirt, both top and bottom, was now pulled up to her waist, leaving only a thin layer of fabric between them.
Zhou Yun felt that the other person's cool body could relieve the heat at this moment, and her snow-white chest unconsciously pressed against him, pulling up the hand that was on her waist and holding one of them.
Song Heng's breathing became heavier involuntarily, and his dry throat bobbed up and down.
Zhou Yun cupped Song Heng's face in her hands, her beautiful yet dreamy almond-shaped eyes fixed on him, and whispered, "Are you from a myth?"
After saying that, she leaned down and covered his red lips with hers.
"Zhou Yun!" He called out softly as his lips were pressed against hers, his free hand gripping her waist to prevent her from moving.
“I am not Ji Chu.” Song Heng’s eyes darkened as he stared intently at the naked woman.
"Huh?" Zhou Yun looked at him blankly.
Song Heng paused, then raised his voice, "If I'm not Ji Chu, will you regret it?"
He didn't want to have sex with Zhou Yun while she was drugged, but he also had his own selfish reasons; this might be the only chance he could have tenderness with her.
If she wakes up, will she resent him because of her own selfishness?
"Ji Chu? Why him?" Zhou Yun bit her lip and thought for a moment, her mind a blur that gave her a headache.
“You are from Greek mythology.” She then smelled his eyes. “Blue eyes…”
Song Heng's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes darkened, and he reached out to hold the girl's nape, cupping her cheeks for a deep kiss.
I savored the sweetness from her mouth again and again.
"Ugh..." Zhou Yun's voice became indistinct, her hands barely gripping his shirt collar.
Perhaps because the kiss was a little too forceful, Zhou Yun's voice became rapid, and her chest heaved more violently.
The snow-white fabric in his hand kept changing shape in his palm, and the extremely thin fabric was scattered all over the ground.
The burning sensation in Zhou Yun's body was somewhat relieved, but she wanted more, and the person beneath her was the antidote to the burning sensation.
Her limp hand slipped inside his loosened collar, the hard chest and firm abdominal muscles rubbing against her, creating a pleasant sensation.
"Snap!" Song Heng took her hand and unbuckled her belt.
Only their breaths remained as they were kissed. Song Heng gently and lightly moved downwards, touching their lips, the hollow of their neck, and their waist...
The repeated kisses gradually made Zhou Yun lose herself. Her hands ran through his jet-black hair, her fingertips slightly bent, as if protesting the intensity of the encounter.
The tender, gentle touch made her unconsciously tilt her head back and gasp for breath.
Song Heng looked up and kissed her cheek again, while the girl beneath him seemed to twist her body in anger.
"Ugh...it's so hot." She said with a hint of coquettishness.
"Baby, I am Song Heng," the man whispered in her ear over and over again.
The touch of the fingers caused Zhou Yun's hazy eyes to mist over, and her body trembled involuntarily.
"pain…"
The man's fingers paused.
“You…” Song Heng reached out his hand, his eyes fixed on her, his emotions undisguised.
He cupped Zhou Yun's face and kissed her repeatedly, from her eyebrows to the corners of her lips to her earlobes.
“Baby, don’t be afraid…” he whispered, gently biting her earlobe.
In her dazed state, Zhou Yun felt her heart pounding faster and faster.
Song Heng got up, picked up the little woman in his arms, and walked towards the bathroom.
Suddenly losing her support, Zhou Yun unexpectedly wrapped her arms around the man.
Lay a bath towel on the marble countertop and gently place Zhou Yun on it.
He bent down and kissed his way down...
He helped her sit up straight and raised his hand to steady her slender legs.
"Baby, relax."
The man kneeling on the ground was like a devout believer worshipping a saint, both pious and gentle.
The curled toes seemed to be celebrating this exhilarating experience.
The warm light from the bathroom cast varying shades of light on the two of them, ultimately shattering Zhou Yun's reason.
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