That night, after returning home and finishing their evening routines, they lay in bed together.
Tang Yang snuggled into Jiang Shiyan’s embrace. As Jiang Shiyan kissed her, their lips and tongues intertwined like long-lost travelers quenching their thirst. As they continued kissing, their bodies became entangled.
Tang Yang still harbored a bit of resentment. While gently pushing him away, she said coyly, “We’re exes now, Jiang Big Dog. Exes shouldn’t be doing this, right?” Yet, she straddled him, her slender waist poised above him.
Night had fallen, and insects chirped outside.
A thin layer of sweat covered Jiang Shiyan’s forehead. His life was in Tang Yang’s hands. Unable to speak, he could only breathe heavily, his palms repeatedly caressing her smooth, jade-like back.
Tang Yang had started with great confidence, but once she was actually on top, a blush crept up her neck. She pressed against Jiang Shiyan’s chest, tentatively exploring.
A tingling warmth spread from her cool, soft palms throughout Jiang Shiyan’s body. He parted his lips slightly, his dark eyes heavy with desire. Tang Yang bit her lip, hesitantly calling his name.
Suddenly, Jiang Shiyan flipped her over, pressing her beneath him and covering her with his burning lips.
In the past, their lovemaking had been satisfying. Back then, Jiang Shiyan had been more focused on Tang Yang’s experience, treating her with reverence and aiming to please.
Today, it was Tang Yang who had taken the initiative. Jiang Shiyan’s eyes were dark with intensity. Broken syllables escaped Tang Yang’s lips as Jiang Shiyan, like an addict finally finding his fix, licked and bit every inch of her beautiful curves. He possessed her with extreme greed, yet simultaneously lost himself in her honey-sweet taste.
Perhaps it was also the thrill of Tang Yang’s protests of “Jiang Big Dog, exes shouldn’t do this” that spurred him on.
It was madness, true madness.
Just when Tang Yang felt she might die from the intensity, he tenderly kissed her again, their loving hearts pressed tightly together.
As Tang Yang basked in the afterglow, he thrust into her again. Tang Yang cried out incoherently as Jiang Shiyan moved faster and harder…
It was thorough and intense.
In the end, Tang Yang’s toes curled with exhaustion, and she couldn’t even lift a finger.
Jiang Shiyan wasn’t tired yet. He carried Tang Yang to bathe her, his own body drenched in sweat. He held her close, kissing her over and over. Tang Yang reminded him with a look that tomorrow was Monday. Jiang Shiyan, still breathless, buried his head in the crook of her smooth neck, nuzzling her reluctantly.
After a while, he released Tang Yang, tucked her in, and finally got up to put on a bathrobe and head to the bathroom.
Earlier, Jiang Shiyan had massaged her hands and feet in the bathtub.
Now, every cell in Tang Yang’s body sang with satisfaction. Catching sight of Jiang Shiyan’s back, she propped herself up slightly on the pillow and teased, “Why do you have to go to the bathroom?” She deliberately softened her voice, “Didn’t we use up the two packs of tissues I bought you last time?”
Hearing this, Jiang Shiyan stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.
His little girlfriend—no, ex-girlfriend—was nestled softly in the blankets, only her bare face visible. She couldn’t suppress her smile, her dark eyes seeming to shimmer with moisture. Her eyebrows and eyes curved in amusement, with mischievous light dancing in the ripples of her gaze.
This little minx.
Jiang Shiyan took a deep breath.
Then, his arousal unabated and unconcealed, he brazenly walked towards Tang Yang in just his underwear.
Tang Yang’s ears turned bright red.
As Jiang Shiyan approached, his gaze intense, he deliberately lowered his husky voice, tinged with a deep and dangerous laugh: “Baby, if you want more, you can just say so…”
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Tang Yang quickly pulled the blanket over her head and made two rhythmic “hmph” sounds, imitating snores.
She had fallen asleep.
Just as he’d expected.
Jiang Shiyan was both amused and exasperated. He went over, wanting to vent his frustration but unable to bring himself to do so. He could only lightly pat her bottom through the blanket.
Two soft “pats,” slightly embarrassing.
Tang Yang’s face, hidden under the blanket, was flushed red. But she was “asleep” and couldn’t resist. Oh, how pitiful she was.
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Meanwhile, in a hotel room at the other end of A City.
On the table, a computer screen flickered as Song Jing answered a video call.
After receiving the mission, the other party was silent for a moment before saying, “You’re on leave and considering retirement. The official mission document hasn’t been issued yet. If you don’t want to take it, I can let 0287 lead the team…”
Song Jing stood up from his chair and moved to the edge of the table. He snapped to attention, his legs together like steel rods, his hand raised in a crisp salute to his temple.
“0901 reporting for duty, sir. Requesting to rejoin the team.” His expression was stern, his voice resolute.
Just before dawn, a gray-white sky blanketed the scattered neon lights.
A helicopter’s rotors whirred as it landed on the roof of the executive hotel. Half an hour earlier, Song Jing had made a phone call, and half an hour later, Jiang Shiyan arrived, looking weary.
The morning breeze ruffled both men’s hair.
Jiang Shiyan was dressed casually, while Song Jing wore a crisp olive-green uniform. Both stood with their hands in their pockets, talking in the cool breeze. Song Jing gestured towards the helicopter, and Jiang Shiyan took out his phone.
“I can’t be photographed,” Song Jing said with a smile, grasping Jiang Shiyan’s phone.
Using the phone as leverage, Jiang Shiyan pulled Song Jing into a hug.
A very masculine embrace.
Song Jing hadn’t expected this move from Jiang Shiyan, and his face flashed with surprise and disbelief.
“Finish your business quickly, and as soon as you’re done, get out of this uniform,” Jiang Shiyan patted Song Jing’s back, speaking casually as he always did. “Come back so we can all get together. You can achieve anything you set your mind to, Song Jing. With that face of yours, if you wanted to debut in the entertainment industry, I’d use all of Yixiu to support you…”
“Thank you,” Song Jing said to him warmly.
Jiang Shiyan released Song Jing, looking puzzled. “Are we not on the same wavelength here?”
Song Jing didn’t explain, just smiled and walked towards the helicopter cabin.
The helicopter, like a small iron bird, flew into the breaking dawn. Below the clouds, there were sounds of early-rising shopkeepers opening their shutters, buses lining up to start their routes, and workers dismounting from their bicycles.
Jiang Shiyan watched the helicopter from the rooftop, thinking that Song Jing wasn’t such a bad person after all. He could probably rank him just after Cheng Siran and Feng Weiran, almost like a half-brother…
Wait a minute, Jiang Shiyan realized something. Had he forgotten to punch Song Jing a couple of times again?
“Song Jing, get your ass back down here! I’ve got unfinished business!” Jiang Shiyan waved both arms at the helicopter.
Song Jing imagined Tang Yang frowning and pulling Jiang Shiyan’s ear, saying, “Jiang Shiyan, what are you yelling about? Did you take a loud-mouth pill? It’s early morning, people are still sleeping.” He pictured Jiang Shiyan furrowing his brow and saying “Oh,” then brightening up and shouting, “Yangyang, quick, look at the helicopter! That little bastard Song Jing is up there!”
Song Jing couldn’t help but smile.
The helicopter disappeared into the ordinary yet somehow warm dawn, made special by Jiang Shiyan’s newfound peace of mind.
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Tang Yang had thought Jiang Shiyan’s talk of pursuing her last night was just playful banter. After all, they were both getting older and couldn’t keep up such antics. They were practically an “old married couple” now.
But the next morning at seven, she woke up as usual. She called out “Jiang Shiyan” a few times with no response. As she rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up, her gaze fell upon the scene before her, and her hand froze in mid-air…
Author’s Note: Why did all the readers think it was the end? Yan-dog and Yangyang will continue their story!
I’ll write the complete story and tie up all the loose ends, but there’s not much left. The tone will remain sweet, so feel free to keep following!
Today’s update might be a bit short, so I’ll post a longer chapter tomorrow!
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The most viral topic about her is that her exes include celebrities, models, tycoons, politicians, athletes, and more. Fans are clamoring for her to publish a “man-catching handbook” to benefit women everywhere!
She shrugs, wondering how to deal with her fate of attracting love like a magnet.
Later, this wild national enchantress meets her match when Nan Jun traps her in an island villa.
He pins her against a rock and coldly commands, “Beg me.”
Under the starry sky, with the tide washing in, she blinks, as docile as a kitten, and says, “I beg you~”