Sang Ru didn’t know how long Zhou Tingzhao had continued. By the end, her consciousness was hazy, yet she could still feel him insatiably ravaging, as if determined to release all his restrained desires upon her body.

By the time Sang Ru woke up again, she didn’t know what time it was. The curtains had been drawn again, filtering what appeared to be bright daylight.

The arm encircling her waist held her tightly even in dreams. Sang Ru couldn’t break free, and the slightest movement made her body ache. Yet Zhou Tingzhao was still sleeping soundly, which made Sang Ru increasingly angry as she looked at him.

Is he a dog? Doesn’t he know the meaning of moderation?

Her thoughts wandered as she slowly turned to her side, gazing at Zhou Tingzhao’s defined jawline.

He always appeared cold and hard, as did his actions, yet he often showed her moments of tenderness. Apart from the exhausting session earlier, now seeing his sleeping face beside her, Sang Ru found her irritation gradually dissipating after looking at him for a while.

So it turned out that she, too, could be misled by a handsome face. Sang Ru unconsciously raised her hand, tracing from his chin to his cheek.

How could his skin be so good?

Sang Ru couldn’t resist touching him a few more times when suddenly her waist tightened. The sleeping beauty who had just been motionless under her touch opened his eyes and spoke with a low, sexy hoarseness: “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Sang Ru shamelessly stroked him again, candidly saying, “Just nice to touch.”

Zhou Tingzhao, eyes half-open, heard her words without offering any retort. Instead, he suddenly said something completely out of context: “Your voice is hoarse from all the shouting.”

Sang Ru’s face immediately reddened, and she pinched him lightly: “Whose fault is that?”

Zhou Tingzhao smiled without any sign of guilt and pulled her into his embrace: “My fault.”

At least he admitted his mistake quickly. Sang Ru leaned against his chest when she suddenly felt a large hand on her lower body…

He had no good intentions!

Sang Ru pushed him, gritting her teeth: “Hand, what are you doing?”

“Nice to touch.”

Having her own words returned to her, Sang Ru felt stifled. Without the barrier of their identities, Zhou Tingzhao seemed to have become even more uninhibited.

Sang Ru pulled at his hand: “Really, no more. It hurts.”

Only then did his movements pause before he continued to gently massage her. Zhou Tingzhao placed a kiss on the top of her head, coaxing: “A little massage and it won’t hurt anymore.”

Such nonsense.

Yet sometimes even nonsense could be true. His large palm gently kneaded her entrance, truly keeping his promise not to go inside. As he continued, the pain subsided, and a comfortable sensation spread throughout her body.

Zhou Tingzhao noticed her burrowing deeper into his embrace, her entire face buried in his chest, with only the tip of her ear visible and turning red. His chest vibrated with laughter as he lowered his head to ask: “Feeling better?”

Her voice was muffled: “No.”

She was always stubborn with her words. How could Zhou Tingzhao believe her? He lightly tapped her entrance with his fingers and said, “Even if you want more, we can’t. If I go in again, you’ll be damaged.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his chest tingled. The person in his arms, when provoked, showed her claws. She bit his nipple, not using much force but grinding it between her teeth.

A wet sensation, both itchy and numb, made Zhou Tingzhao groan softly: “Are you complaining I didn’t pay attention to this area?”

His back returned to the bed sheet as Zhou Tingzhao suddenly pressed her beneath him, lowering his head to take her nipple into his mouth.

The hard bud received the teasing of his tongue while his hand kneaded her other breast. His hair fell forward slightly, tickling her chest. Sang Ru hugged his head, unconsciously arching her chest as if actively feeding her nipple into his mouth.

The fullness of her breast spilled from his lips and between his fingers. Zhou Tingzhao simply took more into his mouth, using force to suck it in.

Sang Ru let out a soft cry: “Don’t suck… mmm…”

Yet he paid no attention, showing no signs of stopping, with a strong suction as if wanting to devour her entire being.

In a moment of dazed consciousness, her chest suddenly felt relieved. She thought he was stopping, but then her other nipple received the same treatment.

The passionate cycle was broken by the sudden ringing of a phone. The sound came from Zhou Tingzhao’s side. After all their activity, even their sleeping positions had been reversed.

“Stop,” Sang Ru pushed him, panting, “My phone.”

Zhou Tingzhao was busy and mumbled, “In a minute.”

“Answer it now!”

The phone stopped ringing for a moment, then started again. Zhou Tingzhao reached back to get the phone, and Sang Ru immediately seized the opportunity to hide under the blanket, wrapping herself tightly.

Zhou Tingzhao couldn’t help but laugh: “If your hands are hidden too, how will you answer the phone?”

“Who’s calling?” Sang Ru asked cautiously.

Zhou Tingzhao looked at the screen and said, “Li Chenfei.”

If she went out now, who knew what he might do to her? Sang Ru was extremely cautious: “Answer it, put it on speaker.”

Zhou Tingzhao curved his lips resignedly and did as she said.

As soon as he answered, they heard Li Chenfei’s angry shout: “Where are you!”

Sang Ru was stunned by this forceful demand and stuttered: “What’s wrong?”

“We agreed to try on wedding dresses today. I’m already at the bridal shop, and Yang Fan is here too. Where are you hiding!”

They’re getting married? I didn’t hear about this before…

Sang Ru voiced her confusion, and the other end of the phone immediately fell silent.

A few seconds later, that strong voice sounded again—

“It’s you! You’re the one getting married! Hurry up and bring your husband to the bridal shop!”

Sang Ru’s eyes widened suddenly. She noticed Zhou Tingzhao’s hand holding the phone also trembled. They exchanged a glance, and Sang Ru cautiously asked: “One more question, who is my… husband?”

The phone went silent again. After a while, she said, “Have you lost your mind? Who else could your husband be?”

Under Zhou Tingzhao’s predatory gaze, Sang Ru swallowed: “Who…”

Li Chenfei: …

Then the whole room echoed with her desperate voice:

“Zhou Tingzhao, of course!”