Belated Romance (Mu Tongrui)

Chapter 40

On the big bed, Fu Lingye and Mu Tongrui were sleeping on both sides of Sweetheart.

Their faces were strained. On the other hand, Sweetheart was in glee and took turns hugging either one of them.

For inexplicable reasons, Mu Tongrui could not sleep.

She should be able to sleep better tonight since Fu Lingye would not be able to “harass” her. But now, lying on her bed and looking up at her ceiling, she felt troubled by the fact that she would be reporting to work in Fu Corporation tomorrow.

Can it be... after these few days, I have gotten used to Fu Lingye hugging me to sleep?

It is not possible.

After Sweetheart finally fell asleep, Mu Tongrui almost drifted into a slumber too when she heard breathing in her ear, tickling her. She thought it was Sweetheart, and instinctively stretched her hand out to hold Sweetheart's little face and mouth, mumbling, “Sweetheart, do not disturb me... be obedient and quickly go to sleep.”

She turned around to hug Sweetheart so that she would be quiet, but her hands fell on a man's slim frame. She opened her eyes widely in shock.

I... I am hugging the big guy!

I, I... I just touched Fu Lingye's butt!

Mu Tongrui almost screamed out in shock. Fu Lingye stretched out his hand to cover her mouth and said in a husky voice, “Do you want to wake Sweetheart up?”

“Oh...” She struggled for a second, “Fu Lingye... what are you doing... let go of me...”

Since when did Sweetheart move away from her?

After Fu Lingye let go of his hand, she frowned and was about to speak when Fu Lingye came on top of her suddenly, his lips firmly planted on hers.

“...”

Mu Tongrui was shocked. What does this man want?

Sweetheart is still sleeping beside them...

She clenched her fist, and tried to push him away with minimal movement. She whispered, “You will wake Sweetheart up... let me go... Fu Lingye...!”

The way she called out his name sounded as if she was moaning in a seducing manner instead of protesting. Her tone was soft.

Fu Lingye was aroused. He was already aroused when Mu Tongrui hugged him earlier and touched his butt.

At this moment, memories of her wet and vaguely seen-through skirt when she came out of the swimming pool during Shen Wan Yue's event earlier, were running through his mind. She usually concealed her perfect figure under her loose clothes, but now the woman under him was only wearing thin pajamas and he had already removed half of them, revealing her slender figure gradually.

Fu Lingye kissed even more passionately. Mu Tongrui felt as if all her air were being sucked out of her, and she lost the strength to resist... until she felt his cold hands on her chest.

Mu Tongrui panicked, “Fu Lingye... let go of me...”

If he continues kissing, stroking her... something would definitely happen between them!

Casting aside the fact that their relationship as a married couple was only a pretense, Sweetheart was sleeping beside them. She was not so perverted!

It seemed like Fu Lingye did not really intend to do anything to her. He simply hugged her tightly, and warned her in a low tone “Do not move!”

Mu Tongrui was shaken, and stopped moving obediently. The man got out of back and swiftly without warning, he scooped her up in his arms and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

Why happen... why was he carrying me to the bathroom?

Once they were in the bathroom, Fu Lingye pressed against her behind the door, his hands firmly clasping hers!

Mu Tongrui felt as if her entire body was on fire.

“What... what are you doing?”

He gazed at her with smoldering eyes and he breathed into her ears in a low, husky tone, “You have to settle what you started.”

He is the one that has carried Sweetheart to sleep by the side. Why am I the perpetrator now?

But this is not the main point. That beast, Fu Lingye may not let her off so easily...

Mu Tongrui shivered and with her teeth chattering, she asked, “how... how to settle?”

The man's gaze fell on her lips which are slightly apart, and his fingers rested on her chin, “You can choose between using your mouth or your hands.”

“...”

Can she choose neither one?

He seemed to see through her. Stretching his hand downwards, he touched her sensitive area, “Or you can simply use this, I would not mind.”

“...!”

No....

Mu Tongrui flailed her arms helplessly, and with a bitter expression on her face, she offered in a weak voice, “Hand...”

....

Mu Tong Rui could not recall the entire frightening process. Luckily Fu Lingye had set off by the next morning when she woke up, otherwise she would surely hide herself under the blanket.

After brushing her teeth, she went down and saw him having his breakfast elegantly under the gentle sunlight.

Mu Tongrui's thoughts went back to what had happened last night. That man was obviously a beast, and had done such shameless things. Yet, she still found him extremely attractive. Or even captivating.

Unconsciously, she clenched her right fist. She could not tell whether it was due to psychological impact, but her right hand felt warm, just like... the previous night in the bathroom.

She swallowed hard, and took a deep breath. Shaking her head as if to shake off those unwanted memories, she slowly made her way down the stairs.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She greeted him out of habit, “Morning.”

Fu Lingye gazed at her and his deep, meaning stare made her blush.

She looked around the room and did not spot Sweetheart. “Where is Sweetheart?”

“Sleeping.”

“But... but wasn't she sleeping with us in the bedroom yesterday?”

Fu Lingye stopped for a moment with his hands holding the cutlery in mid-air before continuing, “She has a habit of sleep-walking so had gone back to her room yesterday.”

“...”

This man... could still joke with such a deadpan look! It must be him who carried Sweetheart back to the room!

But his face was blank, and he continued having his breakfast.

Mu Tongrui sat down and when she was pouring milk into her glass, her hand slipped and the glass came clashing down onto the dining table. Mu Tongrui jumped with a start at the sound it caused. What was she so nervous about?

He was still slowly having his omelet on his plate in a graceful, slow manner. He gazed at her, and asked calmly, “Is your hand tired?”

Though those words were cold and did not carry any hint of emotion, it sounded darned warm to her. Flirtatious.

“...”

Mu Tongrui almost choked.

But her hand was indeed a little tired.

After all, she spent almost 2 hours satisfying him.

She felt her mouth go dry, and frantically she stood up, “I am going to the kitchen to pour myself a drink.”

Looking at her slender back view from the dining table, his lips curved upwards into a playful smile.