My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

He thought about it and did it again, leaning down to kiss her once more.

This time, the kiss was different from the fierce one before, gradually slowing down and becoming tender and warm.

“Mmm,” Rong Yan responded to his kiss.

Unconsciously, the temperature in the bedroom rose higher and higher until, with a muddled head, she opened her eyes and suddenly realized that her pajamas had been taken off at some point, even the buttons at the back of her bra had been undone. Feeling a coolness on her chest, she got goosebumps…

“Yanyan.”

The corner of her mouth was suddenly kissed again, and Rong Yan, with a dazed look, met a pair of restrained eyes, “Is it okay?”

What could be okay or not? Rong Yan’s head felt heavy, and she couldn’t make sense of the question for a while. It wasn’t until a drop of sweat fell on her neck that she suddenly realized what was happening.

Rong Yan’s eyes suddenly widened.

“Is it okay?” Li Shengxiao’s handsome face was full of desire, his jaw clenched tight, showing how much he was holding back.

And he was holding back a lot!

The motion Rong Yan was about to make to push him away got stuck; her mind was in complete disarray, rendering her incapable of thinking. Her body, more obedient to her inner desires, nodded before she even realized it.

She even heard herself let out a small, kitten-like murmur.

What followed was a storm of movement. Rong Yan was like a small boat entering the sea, clinging tightly to him as they swayed in the tempest!

The night was still very, very long…

The next day, the morning sunshine entered through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Rong Yan didn’t dare to wake the person still sleeping in the bed, and quietly got up. As she moved, she discovered that her waist, legs, and neck were aching terribly; she felt as if she had been run over by a train all night.

After finally getting out of bed cautiously and getting dressed, she slipped into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to see a face ravaged by excessive indulgence, throwing her into a complete state of distress.

Damn!

That was too intense, wasn’t it?

Rong Yan couldn’t bear to look at the love bites on her neck, dense and numerous. It looked like she would have to find a high-collared shirt to wear today; otherwise, the foundation wouldn’t cover them.

She glanced at the time, 9:30.

The recording at AQ was at 10:30. With only an hour left, she was nearly running late.

Rong Yan hurriedly washed up and applied makeup, especially putting an extra layer of foundation on her neck and dark circles, hiding the unspeakable marks. Then she left a note for the sleeping “tall and small” in the living room and rushed out like the wind.

“Taxi!” She hailed a taxi at the roadside, quickly got in, and told the driver, “To AQ.”

“Alright,” the driver stepped on the accelerator and headed toward the place Rong Yan had mentioned.

Using this time, Rong Yan took out a compact mirror from her bag to check the makeup she had hastily applied, ensuring it was not bad and sighed with relief. Then she pulled out her phone to tell Estelle that she would go directly to the recording dormitory, only to find that she had forgotten to charge it last night, and the phone had already run out of battery and turned off automatically.

Remembering the events of the night before, her mind was instantly invaded by some scorching images, and Rong Yan promptly put her phone back in her bag and stopped thinking about it.

The car reached the dormitory location Rong Yan had described in 40 minutes.

After she paid, the taxi drove away.

Rong Yan shouldered her bag, pulled down her baseball cap, and walked toward the detached villa.