Chapter 1090: Chapter 1090: It’s Supposed to Hurt
Pei Yuanchen lowered his gaze to look at her delicate white face.
Fantasy and reality seemed to overlap suddenly.
He slowly lifted his hands to grasp her waist, the slender and soft touch making his gaze even darker.
Ziyi was a bit stunned: "Uncle Xiaobao, your eyes..."
"Who told you to come over?" he interrupted her, his voice terribly hoarse.
"I... you weren’t answering my calls, I was really worried." Ziyi looked up at him, "I was afraid you’d leave quietly again like last time."
Pei Yuanchen’s Adam’s apple moved, he carried her inside, lifted a foot to shut the door, then pressed her against it.
Ziyi widened her eyes but said nothing.
Pei Yuanchen’s right hand brushed her cheek, his voice still hoarse: "Who brought you over?"
"I called Ayuan, she’s still downstairs... um..." Ziyi’s words had only gotten halfway when her mouth was blocked.
Pei Yuanchen kissed her deeply.
It wasn’t his first time kissing her, but the sensation was more profound than before.
The woman’s lips still held a touch of moist mist, soft yet cool, he rubbed and devoured until her lips quivered warmly.
A low moan escaped from Pei Yuanchen’s throat, he pried open her teeth, swiftly delved in, fiercely plundering her sweetness.
It was a long time before he released her, the woman in his arms already lost in spirit, her big eyes coated with a misty glaze, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen.
"Uncle Xiaobao..." she murmured softly.
Pei Yuanchen suddenly let out a laugh of unclear meaning, picked her up, and tossed her onto the big bed.
Then, his tall frame pressed down as well, holding her wrists above her head.
Ziyi’s pupils dilated.
She vaguely guessed what Uncle Xiaobao intended to do, but why was his expression so terrifying... Tightly wound, his Adam’s apple rolling constantly, his dark blue eyes fathomless, as if they could swallow her whole at any moment.
Pei Yuanchen’s hand rested on her soft chest, his voice low and hoarse: "You said you’d be willing to have a baby with me, right?"
Ziyi was momentarily stunned and nodded.
Pei Yuanchen’s eyes deepened: "Good girl."
He reached out to undo her blouse buttons one by one, soon, her chest was exposed to him.
Pei Yuanchen breathed heavily, his right hand covering it.
Ziyi, who had been relatively unresponsive, suddenly trembled lightly.
She seemed at a loss, her voice soft: "Uncle Xiaobao, it feels uncomfortable..."
The man’s hand, calloused and rough, even a gentle caress brought waves of trem-bles to her body.
"Feeling uncomfortable is right." Pei Yuanchen chuckled hoarsely, bending down to kiss the ivory skin he had long coveted.
Ziyi couldn’t help but let out a small "oh," her body retreating: "Uncle Xiaobao, don’t..."
Pei Yuanchen held her waist to keep her from moving. Buried in her chest, the familiar desire burned fiercer, making him gradually lose control, his actions becoming heavier.
Ziyi was at a loss and frightened, her body writhing violently, pleading desperately: "Uncle Xiaobao, I’m so uncomfortable... please don’t do this..."
The woman’s voice was sweet yet pitiable.
Pei Yuanchen turned a deaf ear, firmly pinning her down, biting harder.
A sense of revenge surged in his heart.
This woman, who had been recklessly teasing him all along, finally understood fear now?
