bullyxtreme Chapter 358 He's such a busy man, yet he came to keep her company.
Chapter 358 He's such a busy man, yet he came to keep her company.
"Then I'll change how I hold you."
Wen Tingye suppressed the smile in his eyes, determined not to satisfy Ning Yao, and deliberately steered the conversation away from her wishes.
"I don't want to hug you anymore. I'm not your doll. Why do you keep holding me like this? You're so annoying!" Ning Yao angrily punched Wen Tingye on the shoulder. Her strength was nothing to Wen Tingye; it was just the force of a tickle.
Ning Yao didn't know what she was angry about. It was something she didn't want, but Wen Tingye did as she wished and really didn't want her anymore. She was dissatisfied and felt that Wen Tingye was ungrateful. She had already done so much, but Wen Tingye seemed not to have noticed at all.
Wen Tingye watched as the person in his arms became increasingly awkward, her beautiful eyes welling up with tears, as if she were about to cry from grievance, which made him feel particularly sorry for her.
He couldn't bear it.
The man's petty vengeful nature softened instantly in Ning Yao's gentle embrace, surrendering and never teasing her again.
Wen Tingye didn't give Ning Yao a chance to escape. He wrapped his right palm around the back of the woman's head, his fingers threading through her soft, black hair, tightly controlling her head so she couldn't escape his kiss.
Ning Yao struggled symbolically for the sake of her pride for a couple of moments, then softened her attitude after making a few muffled noises. Feeling weak all over, she could only tilt her chin up, revealing her slender and beautiful swan neck, and passively endure the sensory stimulation that the man brought her.
The man's teeth bit Ning Yao's lips, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, his domineering aura enveloping her.
Ning Yao's nose was filled with the man's cool yet refreshing bath fragrance, and her heart was filled with excitement.
She couldn't help but recall the first time she was with a man; he also had a clean, refreshing scent.
Unlike her so-called ex-boyfriend Shen Haoxuan, who was always particularly taciturn and repressed, he sprayed a lot of cologne on himself. He had a scent, but it was a common, generic smell that lacked any personal characteristics and was hard to remember.
But Wen Tingye is different. He has always been clean and domineering, with a gentleness that carries an irresistible strength.
Wen Tingye suddenly stopped kissing her. As the air rushed into Ning Yao's lungs, her heart nearly leaped into her throat, and she gasped for breath.
Why did it stop?
Just as Ning Yao was looking on with a blank and confused expression, the man chuckled and picked her up by the waist.
"Ah!" Ning Yao cried out softly, startled, and raised her hand to hug Wen Tingye's neck tightly to prevent herself from falling from the height.
They stopped halfway through the kiss, and now that things were about to escalate, Ning Yao was in great pain. If Wen Tingye were to tease her at this crucial moment, Ning Yao vowed that she would never let Wen Tingye have the chance to touch her again.
Noticing that the little woman in his arms had turned into a puffy bun from anger, Wen Tingye's eyes were almost overflowing with laughter.
"Silly girl, are you feeling unwell?"
"Why should you hold back? I'm your man. If you need anything, just call me anytime."
"With your stamina, you don't need to worry about me getting tired."
Ning Yao thought Wen Tingye was a decent person after hearing his first sentence, but from the second sentence onwards, until the last sentence, Ning Yao's facial expressions changed like a Sichuan opera face-changing act, one look after another, it was quite a spectacle.
"Wen Tingye, you better pray that you never fall into my hands again, otherwise I will definitely torture you to death." Ning Yao's cheeks flushed red in an instant, and she immediately became so angry that she was incoherent, as if she could only save face by making threats.
"Oh? I'll wait and see..." Wen Tingye's deep voice was extremely attractive, especially his voice with a slight smile, which was comparable to that of an outstanding broadcasting student.
The man's strong arms embraced Ning Yao, his movements no longer hesitant or perfunctory.
He strode to the bedside, gently tossed the person down, then tore off his bathrobe and pressed himself against her...
The next morning.
The chirping of birds outside woke Ning Yao.
Perhaps because she was in her father's territory and had some reservations, she opened her eyes very early, even though she was tired.
Wen Tingye woke up even earlier than her. He was already dressed and refreshed, sitting at the table by the window, working in front of his portable high-tech laser screen.
With his neat short black hair and strong, delicate facial features, the man cast attractive shadows in the light streaming through the window. His thin lips were pressed together, and a small curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, giving him a slightly mischievous look.
His fingers tapped methodically on the laser-lit keyboard, his back straight, his shoulders broad and his waist narrow.
Wen Tingye rolled up his shirt sleeves slightly, revealing a section of his toned forearm, the muscle lines of which looked particularly strong.
To be fair, putting aside the prejudice that Wen Tingye likes to torment and scheme against her, he looks really handsome when he's working seriously.
"Awake?" Wen Tingye heard rustling sounds coming from the bed and turned his head to look. Sure enough, he saw Ning Yao struggling to prop herself up on her arms, preparing to get out of bed.
The man was tall, and he walked up to her in a few steps. He bent down, wrapped his long arm around her, and lifted her up.
"How are you feeling? Is there anything particularly uncomfortable?" Wen Tingye put his arm around Ning Yao, his considerate words containing a hint of a smile.
He still gave Ning Yao time to rest last night and didn't torment her too much, so as not to give her away when she met her father for the first time.
Ning Yao bit her lower lip, her sleepy eyes still misty with tears, as if the grievances from last night had not yet dissipated.
"There's plenty of time. You'll have to gradually get used to my stamina and take some time to exercise. You need to manage your man's needs."
"Heh, you overestimate me. Who among the living can satisfy your needs?" Ning Yao sneered, throwing a disgusted look at the man supporting her.
Upon hearing this, Wen Tingye couldn't hold back any longer and burst into hearty laughter.
After laughing and feeling satisfied, Wen Tingye picked up the person with the cold face and carried him to the ensuite bathroom in the bedroom.
The toothbrush on the sink had been carefully washed by Wen Tingye with hot water, and a neat, white strip of toothpaste was squeezed onto the bristles.
"You wash up first, I'll go take care of something for a while. Once you're done, we'll go see your father." Wen Tingye put her down, and as he spoke, he reached out and ruffled Ning Yao's hair, just like he was petting his own cat, full of indulgence.
After saying that, Wen Tingye walked straight out of the bathroom, sat back at his 'office', and focused intently on his work.
Wen Tingye is the head of the Wen Group, and with so many layers of identities around the world, Ning Yao already knows about Robert's underground organization, and there are countless other identities she doesn't know about...
Ning Yao knew that Wen Tingye was a very busy person, even busier than a country's president.
But he still made time for her despite his busy schedule, afraid that she would worry or panic, and personally came to the Simen Gate to accompany her to see her father.
He even took care of small things like unpacking, washing toothbrushes, and squeezing toothpaste for her.
What good fortune did Ning Yao accumulate in her past life to be able to have a man like Wen Tingye love her wholeheartedly in this life?
Ning Yao clenched her fists tightly at her sides, paused for a moment, and then loosened her fingers.
In the bathroom mirror in front of her, those clear, black and white eyes quickly reddened, their depths filled with intense emotions.