However, just as she was about to pull her hand away, Shi Che’s grip suddenly tightened, and with a forceful pull, Ling Chuxia was dragged onto the bed. The next second, Shi Che flipped over and pressed down on top of her.
Ling Chuxia had not anticipated this at all. She only felt the world spin around as she was pinned down on the bed. She blinked her large eyes, the surprise in them yet to fade, when Shi Che bent down and kissed her.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, his kiss was somewhat urgent and unrestrained. Ling Chuxia endured the force of his kisses, feeling a slight pain, but she didn’t mind these sensations. Deep down, a sense of unexpected joy began to emerge.
She hadn’t expected that after giving up on the idea of throwing herself at Shi Che, he would take the initiative...
Shi Che taking the initiative was simply perfect; this way, even if he sobered up, he couldn’t get angry with her.
Thinking this, Ling Chuxia began to feel excited, and even parted her lips slightly, meeting Shi Che’s movements. Her small tongue gently stirred, entangling with Shi Che’s in a kiss.
In the three years Shi Che and Ling Chuxia had been married, in this respect, it had always been Shi Che who took the lead. She never resisted, but she had also never responded to him.
So, all along, whether it was love or passion, it had always been his unrequited dream.
Ling Chuxia’s sudden response made Shi Che jolt, halting his movements. His dark pupils widened, watching the woman beneath him, flushed with the intensity of their fervent kisses, her cheeks rosy and extending up to her brows with a hint of shy charm. Her eyes were gently closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered like fans, stunningly beautiful.
Shi Che’s gaze deepened as he looked at Ling Chuxia. For a moment, he felt as if he was in a dream, as if he had started yet another of his one-sided fantasies. But this was clearly not a dream; the touch beneath his hands was too real, the feeling of kissing her too real, and her reciprocating his kisses felt just as genuine.
This was real; this was not a dream.
Shi Che’s eyes were wide open, his chest feeling as if it had been filled with boiling hot water, scalding him until he could barely stand it. He kissed Ling Chuxia again, forcefully this time. His hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, caressing her fair and delicate skin, savoring every bit of her beauty.
Shi Che and Ling Chuxia slowly entwined with each other. Ling Chuxia could feel that Shi Che’s mood tonight seemed particularly heightened, the fervent kisses spreading from her lips to her neck, and his hands began to pull at her clothes with urgency.
Ling Chuxia tried her best to comply with him, reaching out slowly to wrap her arms around his neck, tilting her head slightly to meet his advances.
The bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that only their ardent and intimate breathing could be heard, the air growing increasingly fervent as if flames were flickering.
Just when Ling Chuxia thought that everything would go smoothly, in the midst of their kisses, Shi Che suddenly stopped, and even the hand roaming over her body paused.
Ling Chuxia, confused, opened her eyes, a trace of puzzlement surfacing. Just as she was about to ask, Shi Che abruptly propped himself up, and the next second, he was on his feet, heading straight for the bathroom.
The words in Ling Chuxia’s throat had no chance to be voiced when she heard the bathroom door being vigorously slammed shut, the sound jolting her entire body into an involuntary shiver.