<b>Chapter 174: Gu Yanhao, Have You Touched Enough?</b>


    <span>Gu Yanhao''s actions were incredibly swift. One hand rounded her tiny waist and the other hand secured her head in ce as his head lowered and trapped her lips between his own. Locking lips, sucking and biting at the same time, as if he was trying to punish her.


    <span>Xu Jing felt she shouldn''t stay in the room at this time, and quietly retreated. When she tried to close the door, she was surprised to find Song Jiuyue standing at the door, looking inside the room dazedly. Xu Jing turned to look at the couple stuck together at the lips and then back to the ''fatally'' hurt Song Jiuyue. She pursed her lips with resolve and shut the door. The closed-doorpletely obscured the view. Song Jiuyue retrieved her eyes and shot a stern re at Xu Jing.


    <span>…


    <span>Song Wuyou''s mind was a nk sheet. Nothing existed but the soft lips that aimed to devour her whole.


    <span>Gu Yanhao tightened his grip on her waist, sensing no resistance from her, Gu Yanhao, emboldened, pushed his way in deeper into her mouth. He was worried about her, thinking she might be hurt by thements on the inte but in fact she was here, calm and nonchnt. He felt the urge to punish her, yet tasting her sweetness of her lips made him reluctant to let go.


    <span>Something warm and silken assaulted her mouth, plundering with greed, sending electric waves all over Song Wuyou''s body. The man had his eyes closed, longshes fluttering gently. After a very, very long kiss, Gu Yanhao released Song Wuyou, although it was with great reluctance.


    <span>Song Wuyou''s face was bright crimson as she red icily at a victorious and contented Gu Yanhao: "You kissed me?" (TN: Duhhhh!)


    <span>Gu Yanhao replied coolly, "I bit you."


    <span>"Gu Yanhao, you shameless scoundrel!"


    <span>"This is my first time hearing a husband who kissed his wife being called a shameless scoundrel." Gu Yanhao beamed, nary a sense of guilt, even licking his lips with a devilish charm.


    <span>Song Wuyou red at him as a red flush rose to her cheeks. She quickly turned around, not wanting to see his face.


    <span>"Tastes quite sweet," Gu Yanhao goaded.


    <span>Song Wuyou gritted her teeth in silence. She really felt like throwing his man out of the room.


    <span>"You''ve inspiration for new designs?" Gu Yanhao''s eyes nced over the several pieces of material on the table.


    <span>"I did, until you disturbed me! Now everything''s gone."


    <span>"Let it be then," Gu Yanhao smiled, "I don''t wish for you to be too tired." For some reason, these words made Song Wuyou''s heart ached. This was her first time hearing such words of concerning from him.


    <span>Gu Yanhao caught a glimpse of the porcin dish on her desk and asked: "You finished the gum cake?"


    <span>"Finished."


    <span>"How was the taste?"


    <span>"Passable." Again, such an indifferent demeanor. Gu Yanhao approached her, reaching out to hold her wrist in his palm. Song Wuyou looked at him in confusion and wanted to pull her hand back, but Gu Yanhao held it firmly.


    <span>She looked at him sternly, "What are you doing?"


    <span>"Feeling your hands to see if they are warmer."


    <span>"……….???" What does he mean?


    <span>Seeing her lost and confused expression, Gu Yanhao chuckled in a low voice, "Don''t you know that your hands are very cold?"


    <span>"It''s hot nowadays, can''t tell." How did he know that?


    <span>"When you helped me scratch my back, it cooled me down to my heart." Gu Yanhao rubbed her hands, an eyebrow arched up, "Still not warm, you need to eat one gum cake every day."


    <span>"……." Song Wuyou looked at Gu Yanhao quietly. This attentive side of him made Song Wuyou feel… ufortable.


    <span>Gu Yanhao held her hands, rubbing and kneading. Her hands felt dainty in his palm, soft and boneless, extremelyfortable and nice. The longer he had them in his hands, the more reluctant (once again) he was to let go.


    <span>Song Wuyou''s eyes remained indifferent but her heart rate was jumping up. Disguising her emotions, Song Wuyou asked grudgingly, "Gu Yanhao, have you touched enough yet?"


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