Chapter 147 Can Tan Zheng Shut Up Already?
Song Ni was woken up by hunger. The late-night snack from 1:30 AM yesterday had been completely consumed during their conjugal activities. The weather was nice, and as she woke up, sunlight streamed through the window onto the bed. It should have been a day full of vitality, but Song Ni only felt the light made her lose track of time.
The hand around her waist was heavy. Song Ni instinctively reached out to push it away, but the slightest movement made her wince in pain. Damn it! Tan Zheng was truly outrageous.
A soft gasp of pain was enough for the man behind her to wake up. He habitually pulled Song Ni closer. "Sleep a bit longer," he murmured, his voice deep and laced with post-coital languor.
Song Ni's ears burned. Just hearing Tan Zheng's voice made everything that had happened late last night flash back in her mind. Tan Zheng seemed to have a natural talent for this; what started as modest positions became increasingly outrageous. She wondered where he learned these ways to torment her. She had to consider herself lucky that it started late, that Tan Zheng had been hospitalized recently and his company had been busy, that he had rushed over exhausted after traveling all night. Otherwise, she didn't know how he would have ever let her go.
Thinking this, Song Ni felt a pang of frustration. Why was it that when everyone was a novice, Tan Zheng so quickly mastered the techniques? She hadn't had a chance to even seek control, instead being tormented by Tan Zheng to the point of begging for mercy several times.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep! The sun is already over your buttocks!" Hearing Song Ni's tone, it was clear her temper had flared up again, but her voice was so hoarse that her assertiveness was somewhat diminished. The thought that this was all his doing instantly dispelled Tan Zheng's drowsiness. He became wide awake, even a little smug.
Song Ni wanted to get up, but she was held by Tan Zheng, and her entire body ached as if it were falling apart. She had only managed to lift herself halfway before collapsing back down, right into Tan Zheng's embrace.
The man let out a low chuckle. With both arms around Song Ni, he applied a gentle pressure, pulling her to lie half-reclined on the bed. "What are you fussing about? If you're hurting, just lie down obediently."
Song Ni couldn't help but roll her eyes. Who was the reason she was in this state? And why was the perpetrator speaking so casually? Song Ni found it hard to accept that she had begged for mercy from Tan Zheng last night. But she genuinely lacked the strength. Unable to break free, Song Ni stopped struggling and simply reached out to twist Tan Zheng's waist. She didn't hold back.
The man winced in pain, his brows furrowed. "Hiss, are you trying to murder your husband?"
Song Ni snorted. "Weren't you the same last night?"
Tan Zheng grabbed Song Ni's hand, holding it in his, and lowered his head to bite her ear. "How was it the same last night?"
"How was it different? You almost tormented me to death. I told you it hurt, and you didn't stop?" Song Ni said, dodging Tan Zheng's fragmented kisses, her expression clearly showing disdain.
Tan Zheng didn't seem to mind. If she dodged, he would follow. "Are you sure it was only pain last night?" The man raised his eyebrows, a wild, wicked curve appearing at the corner of his lips. "I think you enjoyed it too."
Song Ni: ...
"Didn't you? It seems my service wasn't good enough, shall we try again?"
Song Ni: ...
Can Tan Zheng just shut up?
Watching Song Ni, this thorny rose, bloom so beautifully beneath him, Tan Zheng was in a good mood. But Song Ni's body was indeed in a sorry state. Her skin was delicate. Even though Tan Zheng had restrained himself last night, in the heat of the moment, he had left marks on her. In such moments, Song Ni's marks were undoubtedly a stimulation for Tan Zheng. This led to an endless cycle, with the final result being that Tan Zheng's marks were left all over Song Ni's body. Even her ankles bore a bite mark and the imprint of his tight grip. She truly looked pitiful.
Tan Zheng gently and with utmost care, yet without any lewd intentions, massaged Song Ni's waist, trying to relieve her aching muscles. "Shall I draw you a hot bath?"
Song Ni was agitated by Tan Zheng's massage, wishing he would leave immediately. "Hurry up." Her tone of command was becoming more and more natural. Tan Zheng understood that he had really worn her out, and he was happy to indulge Song Ni's little temper, doing whatever made her comfortable.
As soon as the man left, Song Ni clearly felt the warmth of his presence recede. She instinctively rolled into the covers, groaning in pain. "That scoundrel." Song Ni couldn't help but curse a few more times. She reached for her phone on the bedside table, opened Qin Yang's chat window, and began her barrage.
"I slept with Tan Zheng."
"This scoundrel dog must have been a dog in his past life. He bit me all over."
"Tan Zheng even said he gave me his first kiss. Why is his first time different from what people say online? My waist is about to collapse from him."
"Men are all bad, especially in bed. I don't know where he learned these stupid techniques, but he forced me to beg for mercy!"
"One day, I will make him call me 'Daddy' in my bed."
"Yangyang, where are you? You didn't even respond to your darling baby's birthday. Don't you love me anymore?"
Qin Yang, who had just finished a meeting: ...
"Baby, I sent you birthday wishes at exactly midnight. You haven't replied to any of the dozen messages."
"Did you sleep with God Tan, or did God Tan sleep with you?"
"Holy crap, God Tan is that fierce? His first kiss was with you? God Tan looks like he's always been capable, baby, you hit the jackpot!"
"Wuwuwuwu, a woman without a sex life is incredibly envious."
"God Tan is that good in bed?"
"Baby, I would never believe you could make God Tan call you Daddy. It's the other way around, isn't it?"
"Wait, wait, wait. The reason you're only replying now is because you fought with God Tan until dawn?"
"Holy crap! That brave on the first try? Baby, are you still alive?"
Looking at the string of messages, Song Ni had to admire Qin Yang's typing speed. She hadn't had a chance to say a word.
"Half-dead."
Qin Yang: "Honestly, was it good?"
Song Ni: ...
Although Tan Zheng had clung to her like a wolf last night, again and again, most of the time he had still been considerate of her feelings. Tan Zheng had said something right: he had indeed served her very comfortably.
"Yes," she replied truthfully.
Qin Yang sent a "ROAR" emoji. As her best friend for over twenty years, Song Ni knew exactly what kind of expression she had on the other end without needing to ask. However, Song Ni rejected Qin Yang's request for a video call. Joke's on her, how could she video call in this state? Not even with Qin Yang.
In this short time, Tan Zheng had already prepared the bath. Since he was providing service, he would do it thoroughly. He first wrapped Song Ni in a thin blanket and then, with a princess carry, brought her to the bathroom. He was only wearing a towel, his upper body bare. As if seeking some form of justice, Song Ni reached out and grazed his superior V-line.
Tan Zheng paused, looked down at the pathetic woman in his arms, and raised an eyebrow. "Want more?"
(End of this chapter)