Capturing Zheng Liang's spellbound gaze, Yang Ning couldn't help but chuckle. Gently brushing her lips against his, she nimbly moved to his ear, her warm breath tickling him as she whispered seductively, "Didn't I always say that patience has the sweetest rewards? So Zheng Liang...tell me, do you like the special... dessert I've arranged for you?"
The delicate words, paired with the heat of her breath, sent shivers down his spine.
While gazing into his eyes, seemingly innocently, Yang Ning tugged at the drawstring of his robe, causing it to fall open, revealing his chiseled chest. Feigning surprise, she gasped dramatically, "Oh dear, that wasn't intentional!" But her teasing smirk betrayed her.
Elevating herself on her tiptoes, she playfully nipped at his ear, her chilly fingers creating a tantalizing contrast as they glided over the warmth of his well-defined torso.
Zheng Liang's usual calm started to waver in the face of Yang Ning's enticing games. Each deliberate move on her part only stoked the growing flame inside him.
He had anticipated a surprise from her but never imagined it would be this bold and daring. Tonight, he witnessed an entirely new facet of his wife.
The sudden exposure of his chest and the cold, tantalizing touch of her fingers against his heated skin had a visceral effect on him. He could feel the rapid beat of his heart, its rhythm echoing in his ears. As she took his earlobe between her lips, a barely audible groan escaped him. His skin sizzled under her touch, making his grip on her waist tighten.
Finding his voice, though it was rough with pent-up desire, he murmured, "How can I distinguish whether the dessert that you have prepared is sweet or spicy? Shouldn't I taste it to confirm?" The fervor in his eyes was unmistakable as they locked onto hers.
Yang Ning paused, her eyebrows arching in intrigue.
Pulling back slightly, her gaze searched his, trying to read his thoughts. But before she could decipher them, Zheng Liang was feeling a newfound boldness and an impatience that wouldn't be denied any longer.
He didn't have her any chance to utter a word and firmly grasped the nape of her neck and drew her into a searing kiss, surrendering to the whirlpool of emotions and desires that had been building between them.
Taken by surprise by the unexpected kiss, Yang Ning initially hesitated. However, the intensity of the moment drew her in, making her yearn for more.
As Zheng Liang's lips met hers with a fervor she hadn't known before, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. The motion brought them closer, merging their forms so seamlessly that there was barely any space between them.
The kiss wasn't just a meeting of lips; it was an exchange of emotions, silent confessions whispered between heartbeats.
Catching his breath, Zheng Liang gazed down at Yang Ning. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded over the pristine bedsheet, and her delicate lace robe had slipped down her hands, revealing her luminous, jade-white shoulders and collarbone. The sight intensified the desire in his already smoldering eyes.
Her rosy, slightly swollen lips bore testament to their love and passion, and Zheng Liang couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the masterpiece he had created with his lips.
Seeing her in this state, Zheng Liang's heart swelled with profound affection and pride. Gazing deeply into the eyes of his wife, he tenderly brushed her soft, rosy cheek and said with a hoarse emotion, "Tonight, I've seen a new depth in our relationship, and I can't express how happy it makes me."
Yang Ning smiled gently, taking the hand he had on her face and holding it close. "No more words. Just be present and feel my love."
She hesitated for a beat, then added, "Don't call me Yang Ning, not in moments like this."
Zheng Liang's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why?" he murmured, genuinely puzzled.
Observing his perplexed expression, Yang Ning explained, "I have another name – Fang Li. In our intimate moments, I'd prefer that name."
The name Yang Ning, during such times, dampened the passion she felt. Although she had embraced him as her husband, she wished to do so not as Yang Ning, but as Fang Li. Even if her body bore the identity of Yang Ning, her soul resonated as Fang Li, a truth she couldn't ignore.
Zheng Liang looked confused but nodded. He noticed that for some reason she seemed to like the name 'Fang Li' more than 'Yang Ning'.
He gently touched her face, murmuring, "Fang Li..." as if testing the name on his lips. Seeing her lips curve into a smile at the new name, his eyes softened, and a genuine grin spread across his face, "Alright then. Fang Li it is."
Leaning in close, his breath warm against her ear, he teased, "So, Fang Li, shall we pick up where we left off?"
Pausing, he added provocatively, "Be certain. Once we cross this threshold, even if you wish it, I might not be able to halt."
Yang Ning let out a chuckle - her laughter, rich and sultry, echoed softly in the room. With a playful glint in her eyes, she grabbed the collar of his robe, pulling him down slightly to plant a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek. "Who's talking about stopping? Can you make good on your promise, or has it slipped your memory?" She gazed into his eyes, her challenge both teasing and inviting.
Zheng Liang's eyebrows shot up, the memory of that audacious promise he had made flashing in his mind — the vow he had voiced to make her beg for him after she had cheekily kicked him out of their chamber.
Chuckling at the realization that she hadn't forgotten, he quipped, "I always keep my promises. And about making you beg? Just wait and see." His playful tone was met with an intrigued lift of her eyebrows, a silent provocative challenge dancing in her eyes.