332: Missing Her

Missing Her

She did not get to finish her words as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into his arms at once, his long fingers pinching her chin. With half-lidded eyes, he kissed her a little impatiently and rubbed his lips onto hers, tossing and turning them around.1

He missed her a little!

During his business trip to the U.S., he missed this woman every time of the day.

He missed her looking embarrassed, missed her glaring at him in anger, and even more so, missed her slowly blossoming like a flower.

She was absolutely enticing.

He thought of her so much he seemed to have been poisoned.

It appeared that the poison on him could only be cured by her.

She was his poison and she was his cure.

When he kissed her, the faint fragrance of cigarette smoke lingered between their lips and teeth.

Yun Shishi's heartbeat suddenly increased in pace, and an affectionate blush appeared on her cheeks.

At first, the kiss had a domineering feel to it; he kept attacking and she kept retreating. This went on until she reached an impasse.

Gradually, his kiss became gentler in seeming comfort of her emotions.

Mu Yazhe sat up halfway, with one hand supporting his body and the other firmly looping around her waist. He shifted slightly and leaned on the sofa languidly as he pulled her into his embrace. One hand of his proceeded to attach itself to her thigh, and the other traveled up to her nape and wrapped around it. He deepened the kiss with their bodies angled like this.

Gently, he went over the contour of her lips.

Streaks of electricity seemed to flow through his touch, making her heart tremble.

It was an innate reaction from deep within her, but it was easily triggered by him.

Her breaths lost their stability and slowly grew heavy. His kisses always contained a frightening amount of magic.

He had a naughty grin on his face, and he mischievously tugged at her collar. He casually unbuttoned her clothes as his chilling fingertips lightly glided over her skin.

Shocked, she reached out to stop his roving hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry."

"I don't understand you!" she exclaimed. Her face became scalding hot as she pretended ignorance to his words' veiled meaning.

He put on a faint smile and flipped his hand to grab her fingertips, leading her on.

Her fingertips met the buttons on his blouse, and her complexion instantly turned rosy.

A few days had passed since he last touched her, and she seemed to have become even shyer.

It was just a kiss, yet her face, all the way to her ears, was already burning red.

She looked a little cute.

He reminded, "Didn't I say that I'm hungry?"

"If you're hungry, go have a meal, then!"

She was fuming and blushing at the same time. She complained, "Why are you telling me that you're hungry?"

The way she looked when she was angry – it was so cute.

He simply loved to tease her like this.

"Woman, do you really not know, or are you just pretending not to know?"

He licked and kissed the corner of her lips, the tip of his nose touching hers, as he whispered, "I mean to eat you; don't you understand?"

Now, she did.

She stared daggers at him.

How could this man say these shameless words boldly?

Did he not feel shame?

She deeply breathed in a puff of cold air and gulped. Her hands then pressed on his chest.

"No."

"No?"

"Mm."

"Why can't I sleep with my woman?"

How could this man be so domineering?

She was somewhat maddened, but in her current lethargy, she only wanted to enjoy a nice meal and to have a comfortable nap, yet… things did not progress according to her wishes.

He examined her darting eyes and got a little disappointed.

Thus, he pinched her chin and covered her small lips with his thin ones again.

Pressing on to her supple lip flaps, he breathed, "I miss you."

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