The Deadly Hitwoman: The Heiress's Special Abilities

Chapter 939: Chapter 939: Belated Wedding Night (2)

He used to hate hearing Han Si Que call She Zheng’er, so he stubbornly kept calling her by her name, Su Yaogeng, or Yao Zhen. Even after They finally got together, he was still reluctant to call her Zheng’er and instead called her Yaoyao.

Su Yaogeng actually didn’t care about the form of address, but when Yaoyao came out of his mouth, it carried a different kind of intimacy that made her all the more nervous, her heart pounding like a little deer crashing around.

Su Yaogeng was so nervous she didn’t dare respond. Her body, leaning against he breath warm behind her ear, grew even hotter, with a faint, tense stiffness. She struggled inwardly over whether she should turn around.

Han Siqu saw that she didn’t answer or move, and that her body was a bit stiff, which only made him more suspicious. He reached out to touch her forehead, muttering as he felt around, ”Don’t tell me you’ve got a fever?”

Su Yaogeng was too nervous to say anything, while Han Siqu, getting worried, got ready to sit up: ”I’ll go get you a cold towel to put on. Wait here a bit...”

Before he finished speaking, Su Yaogeng grabbed his hand. Han Siqu froze. Su Yaogeng was afraid he would really go out and call someone over saying she had a fever—then her embarrassment tonight would be beyond saving. She had drunk too much, but she wasn’t that far gone yet!

Almost by instinct, Su Yaogeng turned around. The hand that had been grabbing his moved to wrap around Han Siqu’s waist.

Her whole body pressed completely against Han Siqu’s.

Han Siqu felt all the Blood in his body explode with a roar in that instant.

He really was kind of... losing control. After all, he was a normal man. To be held like this by the woman he loved and yet not be able to do anything—Han Siqu was breaking down inside.

But even drunk, he still hadn’t lost his reason. He drew in a deep breath, held Su Yaogeng in his arms, and rasped, ”Yaoyao, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

Su Yaogeng, terrified that he’d keep asking, lifted her head, wanting to say something to him. But by a twist of fate, her lips brushed right against his. She had almost never had such intimate contact with a man; it was like being electrocuted, her mind even more of a chaotic mess. In her memory, the only kiss she’d had seemed to be when Han Siqu had drunk too much and forcibly kissed her. But back then she’d been full of anger—there hadn’t been the slightest hint of anything tender or suggestive.

Now it was completely different. They had both drunk quite a bit. Even if they weren’t outright drunk, their consciousness was a little hazy. Compared to usual, it wasn’t so easy to restrain that instinctive urge to get closer. She didn’t know where the courage and boldness came from; she suddenly closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Han Siqu’s.

Han Siqu’s entire brain roared again and went utterly blank.

After he reconciled with Su Yaogeng, he had shamelessly stuck to her bed every day to sleep. But for fear of accidentally hurting her feelings, he had always been extremely self-restrained, strictly proper, not daring to make the slightest transgression, let alone something like this...

After that brief mental crash, he almost instinctively pulled her tighter. Compared to her clumsy way of just leaning her lips against his, he had already completely lost control, holding her firmly as his tongue slipped into her mouth, greedily drinking in her taste, only wishing he could tear her apart and swallow her down.

Su Yaogeng had never experienced such an intense assault on her senses. A soft moan slipped out of her throat, purely instinctive.