Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Jerk, You Got Slapped in the Face, Didn’t You?
Ming Yao’s stomach hit against his shoulder blade, hurting so much that she let out an ‘ah’ of pain.
“Calling for a soul?” Her cry turned his bones to jelly.
Ming Yao, with a wronged expression, “Weren’t you being a bit too rough?”
“You don’t yet deserve my gentleness.”
Ming Yao, “Can I still go out and find another man as an antidote?”
No sooner had she spoken than her perky bottom was smacked hard by the man.
A crisp slap startled Ming Yao, and after the shock, a numbness spread across her buttocks.
“Gu Siting, I’ve never been hit like this before, I’ll bite you to death…” She opened her mouth and bit down on his back.
Fourth Master Gu, who was bitten again, “Were you born in the year of the dog?”
“You were the one born in the year of the dog, dog of a man!”
“No cursing.”
“I just cursed, dog man dog man dog man—”
Smack smack smack!
Her perky bottom received three more slaps in succession.
Ming Yao was truly hurt by the smacks, and if she hadn’t been too weak to fight him at that moment, she would have definitely beaten him into kneeling and calling her ‘grandma’.
“Still cursing?”
Ming Yao sniffed, “Who told you to hit me first?”
“If you want me to be your antidote, then behave yourself. What’s with the random screaming before we’ve even started?”
Ming Yao, “…”
Aunt Zhong heard the noise and came to the living room for a look.
Seeing Gu Siting, soaking wet, carrying Ming Yao who was just as drenched, she was shocked.
Was Fourth Master carrying his wife on his shoulder?
They—
Aunt Zhong quickly covered her eyes and turned back to the servant room.
It was best for them as servants to involve themselves less in the couple’s affairs.
Ming Yao was tossed onto the bed by Gu Siting.
With his clothes all wet, he raised his long fingers and began unbuttoning his shirt, heading towards the bathroom.
Ming Yao, seeing he could still resist, truly began to doubt her own allure.
“Husband, I feel really uncomfortable. How about a shower together?”
Gu Siting turned back to look at Ming Yao.
He too was struggling with restrained discomfort. His jawline tensed, the narrow dark pupils revealing a terrifying crimson before the storm, like the sea surface before a tempest, seemingly calm but undercurrents circling below in a colossal whirlpool.
In the moment Ming Yao met his gaze, she felt her heart race with trepidation.
She could see the darkness lurking in his eyes.
It was completely different from the look he gave her when she had first come back to life.
Now, he had ideas about her.
Remembering how he had once said he wouldn’t spare her a second glance even if she stripped naked, Ming Yao couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile.
Dog of a man, face-slapped, aren’t you!
Gu Siting didn’t miss the fox-like cunning and smug smile on Ming Yao’s face.
The look he gave her was as dark as spilled ink, impenetrable to any light.
He wasn’t clear about his thoughts towards her at the moment, but he was certain about one thing—he wanted to possess, to destroy this woman, and at the same time, he felt a yearning and other emotions he couldn’t quite untangle.
This woman inexplicably gave him a sense of familiarity, as though she were someone who belonged by his side.
He didn’t continue towards the bathroom; instead, he walked over to the bed, pushed the woman who was half-leaning against the headboard down onto the bed.
Before she could react, he kissed her fiercely.
There was no technique, nor was there any consideration for fragility, as if he wanted to vent all the discontent stirred up by her, which he couldn’t control, through this kiss.
Her lips were soft, with a faint fragrance that burrowed into his nostrils.
He knew that he had lost control.
He hated this feeling of losing control, yet he couldn’t help but immerse himself in it.
He looked down at her, and in her eyes, there was a foggy haze, yet they were also clear.
When she looked up at him, her eyes seemed to have only him in them.
So beautiful, so enticing.
Enticing enough to make him want to claim her entirely.
It was probably the wine Yanxi had poured that was problematic, or perhaps the night was too beautiful, but everything was unfolding in a direction he couldn’t control.
His large palm worked through her hair, pulling her closer, and then, he completely—