176: May I Borrow Your Fingers?

May I Borrow Your Fingers?

Lu Zhaoyang slipped her shoulders out of the bathrobe. Then, her spine was exposed as her bathrobe fell to the floor.0

With her arms around her chest, she slinked into bed just as she became fully naked, and then pulled the covers over herself.

She closed her eyes, laying with her back facing him. If only I can fall asleep right now.

Huo Yunting stood by the bed and adjusted the blanket. "It's cold, make sure you're covered warmly."

He then left for the bathroom.

Lu Zhaoyang opened her eyes when she heard his footsteps move further and further away. She took a furtive glance at him.

A caring Huo Yunting… Scary…

Gradually, she fell asleep, and did not notice when Huo Yunting came into bed with her. In the midst of her sleep, she suddenly felt someone rolling restlessly in bed.

"Huo Yunting, can't you just settle down?"

She would have slept at the guest room had she not known that he would drag her back in here.

Hearing her voice in the darkness, Huo Yunting quickly pulled her into his arms and rested his chin against her shoulder. "Honey, I can't stand it anymore."

"..." Lu Zhaoyang could feel his arousal already, and felt instantly awake.

Maybe that was the whole point of him rolling in bed — to wake her up!

"Can't you control yourself a bit? Is it a good time to be in heat right now?"

"You're right beside me, how could I control myself?"

Huo Yunting sounded aggrieved. It had been awhile since he last had sex with her in order to be considerate of her feelings. Besides, he had stopped speaking of her "debt" to him. Why would she continue to be so stubborn despite his efforts?

His body was burning with desire, and Lu Zhaoyang's body scent was like a curse that tortured him to no end.

Lu Zhaoyang stayed very still in his arms as she humphed coldly. "You're just a phone call away from any of the ladies around you. Oh, right, should I contact Ms Mo for you? She should be more than happy to help you vent your sexual frustrations."

"Venting? You heartless woman. I've only ever slept with you since I was born. That's a lot of discipline and commitment. Can't you just help me a little right now?"

He spoke gently by her ear, like a lover.

If Lu Zhaoyang was oblivious to what a nasty playboy he actually was, she might just be persuaded by his charm.

"I'll repeat myself — find someone else. I'm going to sleep."

She pulled the blanket and wriggled further away from him.

Huo Yunting followed suit like a pampered child. He seemed to be enjoying himself by frustrating her.

He licked at her earlobe and felt her body shudder at the tease. He smiled. "My dear wife…"

"..."

"May I borrow your fingers…"

!!!

How can he be so lecherous and bothersome?! What's with the arousal in the middle of the night? Argh!

"You have fingers too, so stay away!" Lu Zhaoyang yelled.

"But yours are soft, tender, smooth, and comfortable."

"... Huo Yunting! Don't even think about it! I will never help you!"

She gripped her hands tightly and refused to give in to his provocations.

In the end, Huo Yunting had to take a long, cold shower to calm himself down.

When he was back in bed, he immediately felt like embracing Lu Zhaoyang again, but the thought of how cold his body was now changed his mind.

In the pitch black bedroom, Lu Zhaoyang heaved a quiet sigh of relief and slept. The two of them passed the night without incident.

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