When Yang Ning's cold hands hesitantly touched Zheng Liang's firm, muscled chest and abdomen, guided by his own hand, Zheng Liang gritted his teeth as a surge of heat shot through his body. A certain part of him throbbed with desire, reacting intensely to her touch.
Observing her hesitation fade away, Zheng Liang released her hand, allowing her to explore his body at her own pace. He found himself relishing the light caresses of his wife's fingers, reveling in the sensation. However, his joy was short-lived.
It became evident that his wife had no intention of venturing beyond admiring his muscles, leaving him yearning for more.
For a long time, Yang Ning was engrossed in caressing his firm abdomen muscles, completely oblivious to the effect her actions were having on him. Zheng Liang desperately craved her touch, yearning for her to explore him, play with him, and show him affection.
However, she seemed oblivious to the reaction of a certain part of his body to her touch. It throbbed with heat and desperation, longing for her attention, yet his wife appeared to have forgotten about it entirely. Gritting his teeth, Zheng Liang waited eagerly for her to acknowledge it, hoping she would pamper it just as she had admired his abdomen muscles. Yet, she remained lost in her own world.
"Yang Ning, are you teasing me? Are you seeking revenge for me snatching your book earlier?" Zheng Liang asked, his voice heavy with panting breaths. Desperation tinged his eyes as he spoke, his tone laced with pleading and urgency.
Yang Ning: "??"
What did she do?
Yang Ning was surprised and confused when she looked up at him, noticing his profuse sweating and the way he gritted his teeth as if enduring something significant. Did she do something wrong? After all, hadn't he asked her to touch him? Why was he suddenly getting angry?
Feeling both scared and shocked by the intensity of her reaction, Zheng Liang immediately got off her and sat beside her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly, and whispered in a cautious yet concerned tone, "What's wrong? Why are you suddenly crying? Did I hurt you? Please, tell me."
As he gently caressed her back, offering her comfort, Yang Ning felt overwhelmed with guilt. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, she sobbed uncontrollably into his embrace, burying her face against his chest and clutching onto him tightly.
Seeing her in such distress only heightened Zheng Liang's anxiety. He gazed down at her tear-streaked face, feeling a pang of helplessness. "Yang Ning, you're scaring me. Please, calm down and tell me what happened. Did I hurt you? Did I say something wrong?
Should I call for the physician?" he asked, his voice filled with worry as he continued to rub her back, trying to soothe her.
While Yang Ning continued to sob, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, she shook her head in response to Zheng Liang's question. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm not hurt anywhere," she managed to choke out between sobs.
Confused and concerned, Zheng Liang couldn't comprehend why she was crying, which only heightened his worry. "Then why are you crying?" he asked helplessly, his heart aching at the sight of her distress. He had never seen her in such a state before, and the sight of her tears was heartbreaking.
Yang Ning sniffled and wiped her tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I feel terrible. How could I get angry at you like that? I hate it," she cried, feeling completely unlike herself. She had never felt this vulnerable before, and her emotions were overwhelming her.
Moved by her tears and self-blame, Zheng Liang was at a loss for words. "It wasn't a big deal. I shouldn't have teased you like that. I'm sorry. Now, please stop crying and have some water. You're having trouble breathing because of crying so much, " he said gently, wiping away her tears and offering her a glass of water.
Yang Ning nodded, her throat dry from crying. With Zheng Liang's help, she sat up and took a sip of water from the glass he held. After drinking, Zheng Liang adjusted her gown and helped her lie back down on the bed, tucking her in gently.
Feeling guilty for ruining their moment, Yang Ning closed her eyes, exhaustion weighing heavily on her. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she drifted into a deep slumber, leaving Zheng Liang to ponder over the events of the night, his mind filled with confusion and concern.