Thus, he simply replied, "I don't want breakfast; I want to eat you."
When she heard that, her face went stiff. She then replied gloomily, "Hey, I really lost to you; your gastric pain flared up, yet you still dare to misbehave…"
"I'm not only in gastric pain; I'm also in lovesickness. Don't you know that?"
How long had it been since he last touched this woman?
He could not remember the last time he did.
He only knew that his body was constantly craving for her. He wanted to dominate her, he wanted to penetrate her, and he even wanted to melt her into his blood and bones. How long ago did he have a taste of that feeling?
He missed it terribly.
He missed it so much that, despite suffering from gastric pain, his innate desire lay in wait all this time.
Just like a boy in his adolescence, after taking the first bite of the forbidden fruit, he wanted another bite.
Yun Shishi was vexed. "Mu Yazhe, are you this shameless? Your body is already like this, yet…"
Halfway through, she stopped speaking. She could not continue at all as she felt absolute embarrassment.
As a shy blush appeared on her fair face, she lowered her gaze. If she could, she would dig a hole on the floor and bury her burning face into it right this instant!
When he saw the shyness on her face, he found this sight to be rather interesting and a little amusing.
He prided himself as a man who did not succumb to his libido. Unlike those playboys, he could keep himself from woman to the extent of developing a fetish for cleanliness!
Alas, this woman just had to be a harbinger of calamity for being a natural femme fatale. She had the innate ability to ensnare any men from all walks of life!
Even in ancient times, the wisest kings would probably be just like how King You of Zhou treated Bao Si; to garner a smile from her, he lit the beacon which fooled his feudal lords!
He looped his arm around her neck at once and pulled her face closer to his. His smoldering eyes slowly observed her features for a while before he let his face sink into her hair, sniffing the fresh and enchanting fragrance between the strands without a care. At the same time, because of his suppression, his body became so tight it was a little sore.
The man slowly opened his fierce eyes and, meeting with her breathtaking appearance once more, he suddenly asked, "You think going to bed with me is something embarrassing?"
Her face was slightly heated, but she did not utter a word. She appeared to be declining to comment!
The man grinned and whispered to her, "Woman, you know, scientists say that based on an adult's normal schedule for sex, it should happen at least thrice or four times a week."
"Huh?" At his impromptu speech, she had no time to react at all.
Soon after, it triggered the man to push forward with the interrogation. "Think about it; How long has it been since I've touched you? Should I repress an ordinary request, too?"
Somehow, she was at a loss for words.
He spoke with much aplomb she was unable to counter. Still, she kept feeling that his logic was somewhat flawed!
He held a strand of her beautiful hair, twisting and fondling it between his fingers, and spoke disarmingly, "I only have one woman: you. If I have needs and you forbid me to touch you, who do I touch then?"
"Moreover, you're a woman and I'm a man. Do these intimacies appear to be embarrassing to you?"
She gave it a thought and suddenly flushed with rage. "You… You clearly have a fiancée!"
For some reason, something appeared on the man's handsome yet sunken face. His phoenix eyes slightly squinted with a somewhat profound look.
This was what she was concerned about?
Should he say… that she was just feeling jealous?