Chapter 1904 - 1922: Red Directive (Part 7)
"Had enough of kissing?" Huo Beijiang looked at Nan Fei with an expression like she was an idiot, "Sweetheart, what are you thinking? Stop daydreaming in broad daylight."
Nan Fei stared back at him, looking utterly confused.
"It’s impossible to have enough kisses, not in this lifetime, so you might as well give up."
Nan Fei finally realized she had been teased by this guy, "Oh, you’re so dead, Huo Beijiang. Bullying me first thing in the morning." With that, she started tickling Huo Beijiang all over.
Her soft little hands tickled his firm, muscular skin, going from his armpits to his waist. But unfortunately, no matter how long she tried, he didn’t laugh. Instead, he stared back at her with eyes burning fiercely, like a beast from the wild lurking deep within.
Meeting his gaze, Nan Fei instinctively stopped her movements, feeling utterly captivated. Without realizing it, her body, still lying on top of his, slowly leaned closer until their soft lips were pressed tightly together.
Nan Fei slowly closed her eyes, kissing him uncontrollably, her tender lips sweet and soft.
From the start, Huo Beijiang was passive, enjoying his young wife’s initiative in kissing him for the first time. But of course, a little was never enough. He let out a muffled groan, flipping over roughly to press her beneath him, deepening the kiss. Their tongues tangled, unwilling to part, as he greedily savored the sweetness from her mouth.
Nan Fei was kissed into a daze, her whole body limp and weak.
"No way!" Yet, she remembered they were still in a hospital.
"Just one more kiss, just one more."
The room’s temperature gradually rose, accompanied by heart-racing kiss sounds, mixed with the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s soft, kitten-like whimpers, creating the most beautiful scene.
"One more time."
"Sweetheart!" someone couldn’t bear to let go, his voice low and hoarse as he pleaded, "Just once more, sweetheart!"
Nan Fei: "..." She didn’t trust this rascal at all anymore.
After a long while, Huo Beijiang finally released Nan Fei’s lips, gazing at her swollen lips from the kissing. Someone’s eyes were moist, with a look of unsatisfied longing.
In the face of such eyes, Nan Fei felt her heart fluttering uncontrollably, unable to resist. So she simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at the increasingly captivating person in front of her.
"Hehe!" Huo Beijiang chuckled softly, clearly in high spirits, murmuring into Nan Fei’s ear, "Sweetheart, I know you’re madly in love with me. Your eyes can’t deceive me."
His last words hooked upward, like little hooks, making one’s heart itch.
Nan Fei put on a cold face, "Oh! Is that so?"
"Sweetheart, I know you’re shy. It’s okay; I don’t mind. I like you just the way you are."
"Then can you roll off my bed?" This scoundrel, never serious for a moment.
Someone immediately put on a hurt expression, his eyes still moist from desire, looking at Nan Fei with great intensity.
Nan Fei snuck a glance from the corner of her eye, and couldn’t bring herself to tell him to leave!
Indeed, beauty can bring down a nation!
She had thought herself strong-willed, never caring about beauty. She was wrong; she used to be blind to how handsome her man was. Now, she finally realized, she’s totally defenseless.