Si Mei

Chapter 62 Bloodthirsty, Satiated

Chapter 62 Bloodlust, Satiated

Song Ni remembered. On the mountain, the Fox team's flag also bore a fierce Flood Dragon. She rummaged through all the information about Flood Dragons in her mind, unable to clarify what the Flood Dragon meant to Tan Zheng. But she knew one thing: neither was an ordinary being.

Tan Zheng bit down without any hesitation, the pain on her neck sharp. "Are you a dog?" Song Ni couldn't help but glare at Tan Zheng. But she forgot that her eyes, in this situation, were utterly lacking in deterrence, almost like a flirtation.

The man's voice was hoarse. He raised his hand, tracing the marks he'd left on Song Ni's neck. With a slight pressure, he saw Song Ni wince in pain, exactly as he'd intended. "You brought this upon yourself."

Never had a woman been so bold as to want to see his body, so brazen as to touch his tattoos. He had merely taught her a small lesson. Song Ni was not one to suffer in silence. The hand Tan Zheng held, Song Ni squeezed hard on his waist and abdomen, then lowered her head, opening her mouth to bite back at Tan Zheng's hand.

Tan Zheng had been prepared. After a muffled groan from the squeeze, his right hand swiftly clamped Song Ni's chin. "Still haven't learned your lesson?" How could a man's waist be so easily touched and squeezed?

Tan Zheng's dark eyes stared fixedly at Song Ni. There was not a hint of remorse or fear in those peach blossom eyes. Even at a disadvantage, she remained so proud. So proud that it made one want to destroy her.

Tan Zheng did just that. He re-restrained both of Song Ni's hands behind her back. His hands were so large, and hers so small, that with just one hand, he rendered Song Ni immobile. His other hand then greedily and lingeringly traced her neck. Finally, he easily cupped Song Ni's throat. He didn't apply much force; his palm didn't press tightly against Song Ni's neck, and she could barely feel the pressure. Yet, the sense of oppression and suffocation was undiminished.

The calmness and pride in Song Ni's eyes finally showed a crack. She realized that her twenty years of karate training were utterly useless at this moment. She couldn't break free from Tan Zheng's hand. She tried to kick him, but he blocked her leg, trapping it between his own.

In that moment, Song Ni finally understood the strength of the man before her. It was laughable that she had boasted before that she could take him down with her bare fists. It was sheer folly. Tan Zheng was far stronger than she had imagined.

"What do you want?" The man was satisfied by the hint of unease in her eyes. He found her current pride and stubbornness endearing. He slowly moved his hand from her neck downwards, stopping above her chest, and tapped it once. "You've been too naughty. I need to teach you a lesson."

With that, Tan Zheng suddenly lowered his head and bit down on Song Ni's lips. That chattering little mouth, that unyielding mouth, that incredibly red and vibrant mouth. Ever since she had approached him, he had wanted to savor it.

The man's kiss was urgent and fierce, as if he intended to devour her whole. Song Ni's brows furrowed in pain. Her lips were already injured, and Tan Zheng kissed her with such force that it was almost a tear. The taste of blood instantly spread between their mouths. But the man showed no signs of stopping; his kisses grew deeper. Bloodlust.

The word flashed through Song Ni's mind. In ancient times, the Flood Dragon was the embodiment of imperial rule, and emperors, being ruthless, often bathed in rivers of blood to ascend the throne.

Song Ni's head reeled from the kiss. It wasn't until his hand, which had been resting above her chest, suddenly moved down and squeezed her gently that she snapped back to reality. Her body trembled, and she struggled with all her might. This time, she easily broke free.

Tan Zheng's eyes held a deep crimson, a look of satiation. He raised his hand and wiped the blood from Song Ni's lips. "Remember now?"

Song Ni's breathing was ragged, her chest heaving. She was unwilling to yield, but it was so easy for the man to control her. That tingling sensation, that was something she had never experienced before. In the past, the unknown had brought her excitement. But this time, the unknown brought her fear. Tan Zheng was not to be trifled with. She had to retract her earlier statement that Tan Zheng would never stoop to acting like a beast. The tempestuous Flood Dragon would not heed anyone's pleas.

Thus, Song Ni responded with silence. Tan Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly. Seeing that Song Ni, who had been so proud and brazen moments ago, now showed him apprehension, he let out a muffled laugh. "She's still just a little girl."

Spoiled since childhood, wild and proud. Ignorance breeds fear. His previous indulgence had given her the illusion that he was an easy person to provoke. Her defiant obedience had a unique beauty when displayed by Song Ni, making her seem vulnerable.

Tan Zheng released his hands, restoring her freedom. As he took a step back, Song Ni swiftly lifted her leg for a front kick. Unfortunately, the man seemed to have anticipated it, his hand steady as he caught her calf. "Song Ni, are you sure you want to keep this up?"

This pose was too revealing, and clearly, Tan Zheng was no gentleman. He gazed at Song Ni's legs without any scruples; a slight shift of his gaze upwards would reveal everything. Song Ni finally panicked. "Let go!"

The man hooked his lips and asked unhurriedly, "Am I still a pervert?"

Yes! How could he not be! He was a complete pervert! But Song Ni knew when to be pragmatic. She put on a smile so fake it was unbelievable. "How could you be? You're a pervert, and I'll be your future wife, right, husband?" With that, Song Ni winked.

Tan Zheng saw through Song Ni's act at a glance, but her performance pleased him. He rubbed his hands, feeling the smooth skin that had slid down, and finally let go. "Don't call me that again."

Regaining her freedom, Song Ni ran upstairs without looking back, ignoring the man behind her. "Don't call me that?" Who cares if I call you that! You damn pervert! You old lecher!

Back in her room, Song Ni immediately went to the mirror, tilting her head to examine the marks on her neck. They didn't look like bite marks, more like hickeys. Song Ni couldn't help but curse a few more times. Tan Zheng was such a scoundrel! Tonight was a huge loss! Not only had he seen her naked, but he had also bitten her and touched her! Thinking of this, Song Ni’s hand landed above her chest. Tan Zheng's hands were so big and hot... The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Song Ni walked to the door and locked it. Let him sleep downstairs!

Downstairs, after Song Ni fled upstairs, the man stood in the same spot for a long time. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at himself. He was lucky he hadn't turned on the main lights. After drinking another bottle of ice water, he managed to suppress the simmering fire in his chest.

After standing for about ten minutes, Tan Zheng finally went upstairs. When he found Song Ni's door locked, he simply raised an eyebrow and turned towards the adjoining walk-in closet. Song Ni was usually sharp, but at this moment, she was a little confused. The walk-in closet connected to her room. She had forgotten to lock the closet door.

Tan Zheng merely took a few extra steps and smoothly entered Song Ni's room. Song Ni, who was sitting on the sofa at the foot of the bed reapplying ointment to her wound: ...???

Wuwuwuwuwu, Brother Tan is such a good kisser~????? (End of this chapter)