The lights at Tanxiang Villa stayed on all night.
Li Yaru lay softly on the bed, her gaze hazy as if lost in a dream.
Her swollen, red lips parted slightly—whether it was from being kissed too much, bitten too much, or simply because she had endured too much for too long, she wasn’t sure.
Zhuang Qiting, as usual, wiped her body for her, stepped out onto the balcony for a smoke, then returned to the bedroom after rinsing his mouth.
From a distance, he saw the woman sprawled out like a cat, full and content, which made him smile unconsciously.
“Had your fill?” He sat down by the bed, leaned over, and took in the scent of her lips.
Li Yaru bit him without hesitation. Hearing him hiss, she felt immensely satisfied inside. “I’ll bite you to death, you beast.”
He really was just a shameless dog. She had only agreed to eat, nothing else.
But he insisted on squeezing in, not stopping until he was finished, and at the end even dared to be so wicked as to pull out so rudely.
She mumbled, almost swallowing, but thankfully reacted quickly, decisively spitting it on him.
She scrubbed her tongue three times before the intense hormonal taste finally faded a little.
“If you dare do that again, I’ll bite that ugly thing right off.” Li Yaru threatened fiercely.
Zhuang Qiting burst out laughing, carelessly wiping the blood on his lips where she had bitten him.
When this woman gets fierce, she really doesn’t care about consequences at all.
But he couldn’t get angry, even if she bit him harder, it would be fine.
Just thinking of what Li Yaru had just done to him left him feeling blissful, tingling from head to toe.
He just loved leaving his mark on every part of her, whether it was those soft pink lips, the dewy and tender places, or even…
Zhuang Qiting’s eyes darkened as he kissed Li Yaru again. “Wife, you made me bleed.”
“Who’s your wife…” Li Yaru covered her ears and rolled away like a slippery eel.
Zhuang Qiting really had no way with her, so he simply wrapped her up tightly in the quilt, leaving only her flushed face exposed.
He laughed deeply. “I swallowed every bit you gave me. But you’re delicate, spit it all over me. Haven’t you eaten it before?”
Li Yaru couldn’t stand hearing such lewd words and screamed, covering her ears. “Aaaahhhhh——”
What a shameless beast!!
“If you keep talking, I’ll smack your mouth.”
“Not saying another word. Be good, stop squirming, let me hold you properly.”
Although Zhuang Qiting was unusually energetic, even his body felt tired.
Needing it all night, every night—he could only blame his own greed.
Though this year’s checkup showed he was in excellent health, aside from the family’s hereditary high blood pressure, all his bodily functions were at their peak.
But after all, he was no longer a young man. The family doctor had gently reminded him to practice restraint in the bedroom.
He was unwilling to accept it, but had no choice. He still had to take better care of himself if he wanted to keep going for many years to come.
The real problem was that this woman was even greedier than before—she was fiercer now than in her youth.
Sometimes, when he looked in the mirror, he would sadly touch the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, worrying about the day his heart would be willing but his strength lacking.
He could only hope that day would come as late as possible, as late as possible.
He wanted to always be his best for her, to give her everything she desired, whether it was wealth, status, or joy.
Holding the soft woman in his arms, Zhuang Qiting felt her scent clinging to him like a spider’s web, layer after layer.
He let out a deep, slow breath. “Baby, are you satisfied with me?”
Li Yaru bit her lip and glared at him. How could she answer that? Dissatisfied?
Impossible—she was more than satisfied.
He was fierce and strong; the moment they touched, her body would feel sensations she couldn’t describe, filled to overflowing.
He always brought her to the edge of ecstasy.
Blushing, Li Yaru pursed her lips. Suddenly remembering something, she turned over and lay on Zhuang Qiting’s chest, studying him curiously. “Hey.”
“Mm?” The man looked puzzled.
“Did you…” Li Yaru’s gaze was strange.
“Did what?” He frowned.
“Took medicine.”
“Took medicine?”
“I mean… did you take some pills? Are you sneaking medicine behind my back?”
“……………”
Zhuang Qiting nearly spat blood. His own wife suspected he needed pills to last all night!
The tender look on his face immediately darkened.
Annoyed, he pinched Li Yaru’s cheek, enunciating every word: “Li Yaru, do you really think your man needs pills?”
“……………”
Li Yaru winced and pinched him back.
“It’s what Qiu Mei and the others said—their own husbands can only manage once a night at most. But you… four times, that’s just too much.”
Zhuang Qiting sneered, proudly saying,
“You compare me to them? Their men are always fooling around outside with all kinds of women—it’s no wonder they’re broken. They’re gluttonous and undisciplined; naturally, after thirty, they can’t do it anymore. Those soft-legged shrimps aren’t fit to be mentioned in the same breath as me.”
Li Yaru burst out laughing, her chin pressed against his firm, bulging chest, her finger tracing gentle circles on his Adam’s apple. “Oh? So Boss Zhuang never fools around outside?”
Zhuang Qiting stared at her coldly. “In my eyes, you’re the only woman.”
“…And everyone else is what?”
“Animals, I suppose.”
“……………”
Li Yaru laughed so hard she almost choked, sitting on top of Zhuang Qiting and teasing him in every way. “You’re so sharp-tongued. What are you really thinking?”
“Baby, reputation is in the hands of those who speak; the media is just a tool. Theoretically, I can be whatever image I want.”
Arrogant to the bone, impossible to change in a lifetime. She snorted. “You’re just a pervert, a lecherous dog.”
Zhuang Qiting’s face stiffened slightly. He pulled her off him and pressed her down instead, his chest pressed against her back. “Don’t be naughty, or I’ll have to do you again.”
Covered by his hot body, Li Yaru felt—she didn’t know why—a deep satisfaction. Physical, mental, and even spiritual.
In a corner of this modern city, the two of them embraced in silence until their heartbeats fell into perfect sync.
“Zhuang Qiting…”
It was already past three in the morning, and Li Yaru couldn’t sleep—not even the least bit drowsy.
“Go ahead,” Zhuang Qiting answered, eyes closed, enjoying the quiet warmth.
Li Yaru thought back carefully and just found it strange.
She had never seriously recalled how they began, but once she did, the holes and improbabilities stood out everywhere.
“Don’t you think it’s weird how much you like me? What if, that day, another woman stopped you instead—would you have…”
“Impossible.” Zhuang Qiting couldn’t even bother to let her finish. What nonsense—he cut her off directly.
“Why not?” Li Yaru turned around, facing him.
“We’d never met before, and I only stopped you that day by mistake. I actually wanted to stop the branch manager under your group. Was it because I looked good to you, had a good figure, and you just happened to be looking for a woman? So we bumped into each other by accident.”
Zhuang Qiting: “What do you mean, I just happened to be looking for a woman? I’m not some sex-starved animal.”
“Weren’t you?” Li Yaru looked at him with disdain.
“With those moves of yours, who would believe you saw me as a girlfriend? My thoughts at the time were right, and you even hit me. You never communicated with me; I’m not a worm in your belly—how would I know what you’re thinking day in, day out?”
Zhuang Qiting listened and finally realized she was bringing up old grievances.
He admitted that, when he was young, he failed in many ways, always rushing with an urge to tie her up and take her home right away.
Back then, he was arrogant and reckless, unwilling to show any of his real feelings, which only twisted their relationship from the start.
“It was my fault, Ah Rou.” Zhuang Qiting kissed her between the brows, smoothing out the faint crease. “I should have talked to you, not spanked you.”
“Get lost… who’s talking about that…”
Zhuang Qiting laughed, holding her tightly but not uncomfortably. His gentle gaze traced her face, unchanged as ever, and for a moment, countless memories surfaced.
“Actually, I saw you when you were eighteen, darling.”
Li Yaru’s eyes widened; she had never heard him say this. “When I was eighteen?”
Zhuang Qiting hummed. “Do you remember? On your eighteenth birthday, you sang on stage at a nightclub.”
Li Yaru gasped, hands unconsciously digging into his chest in shock at hearing such a secret he’d never told anyone. “No way… you were there?”
“I even sent Uncle Li to bring you a bouquet of red roses, but you refused.” The corners of Zhuang Qiting’s lips lifted slightly; he’d held onto this for a long time.
It was the first time he’d sent flowers to a girl, the first time he’d felt his heart moved, and it ended so badly.
Li Yaru stared at him in astonishment for a long while before recalling, “Right, right! There was a middle-aged uncle who gave me flowers, said they were from his young master, and even offered to send me home. So that was Uncle Li?”
Only now did she realize why, when she saw Uncle Li again a year later, he felt familiar—though Uncle Li’s ordinary face had disguised him at the time, so she hadn’t thought much of it.
“Zhuang Qiting! You pervert, you knew who I was when I stopped you that day, and you lied to me! You—were you fishing for a mermaid all along?”
Zhuang Qiting took a few kicks from her, then laughed, amused by her calling herself a mermaid. She was beautiful and knew it, but also narcissistic.
“Not fishing, darling. If you hadn’t found me, I would have found you. Either way, we’d be together—you’d marry me.”
“No doubt about it.”
“What if I married young, to someone else?”
Zhuang Qiting smirked, tapping her cheek with his finger.
“I’d take care of him and snatch you back. There were plenty of deserted mountains and wild beaches on Hong Kong Island back then—if someone drowned, even the police wouldn’t care.”
“…………”
Li Yaru cursed him as a madman in her heart. “And what if I already had a child?”
Zhuang Qiting frowned—he hadn’t considered that.
He pondered for a moment, then said seriously, “If it’s a daughter, I’ll raise her as my own. If it’s a money-losing son, I’ll just get rid of both. Anyway, you’re mine in the end.”
“Madman! Lunatic! You’re feudal and yet so open-minded; you’re open-minded but also the worst of old traditions!” Li Yaru slapped him twice.
Zhuang Qiting leaned in to kiss her, thinking how absurd these worries were.
How could Li Yaru ever marry someone else, or have a child with another man?
Just the thought made his blood boil.
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