Chapter 75 Part 1

The Old Apartment’s kitchen was small in area, and the passageway was narrow too.

Zhong Nian had little room to retreat and was forced back into the narrow gap between the sink and the counter.

The Man’s hands braced on either side of the counter, forming a sturdy cage that could not be pushed away no matter how hard he tried.

His body was confined in the tiny space, his mouth unable to close, deprived of the right to control his own breathing.

It was the same scorching and deep wet kiss as the night before.

His tongue was coiled around, forced to entwine and dance along, the saliva stimulated in his mouth impossible to swallow, impossible to tell whose it was as it mixed together, stirring up sticky, ambiguous sounds.

Zhong Nian couldn’t help but let out a small whimper, his eyes narrowing with a layer of watery mist.

His breathing couldn’t keep up, and it started to feel uncomfortable.

His hands weakly grabbed at the roots of The Man’s hair, his tongue tip shrinking back in retreat.

“Stop… for a moment… mmph…”

The fragmented sounds couldn’t form complete sentences, acting like an aphrodisiac that made the other party sigh in pleasure, kissing even more fervently.

Because of last night’s torment, Zhong Nian’s tongue was still uncomfortable, and now it was being sucked so forcefully that he couldn’t take it after a while; his cheeks ached terribly.

Seeing that The Man showed no signs of stopping, he yanked hard on the hair gripped between his fingers in a fit of anger and clamped his teeth down for a bite.

The pain from his scalp and tongue, along with the metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth, made The Man’s plundering pause for a moment as he withdrew his tongue and moved it around, as if checking the wound.

Zhong Nian finally got a chance to breathe. His wet, red eyes carried a fierce glint and a bit of the pleasure from successful revenge. As soon as he opened his mouth, he grumbled like a pouty complaint: “You deserved that.”

The words instantly made the man, who had just swallowed plenty of saliva, feel parched again. His eyes burned red as he greedily stared at his Little Wife.

Zhong Nian panicked under his direct gaze but still stuck out his neck stubbornly, refusing to lose momentum: “What? You’re the one who bullied me first. I even told you to stop kissing…”

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was pressed with another peck.

Zhong Nian immediately let out a displeased hum and, without thinking, swung his hand over.

It was a very light slap, not even using his wrist; his fingers softly fanned against The Man’s cheek.

After the slap, Zhong Nian felt a bit timid, but the man whose tongue he’d bitten and cheek he’d slapped let out a low pant and praised: “Baby’s so fierce.”

Zhong Nian froze, then felt his waist tighten as he was gripped and pulled close, his body pressed tightly against The Man’s without a single gap.

He really couldn’t adapt to this suffocating intimacy: “Don’t hold me. Let go.”

“Baby… Baby, don’t hide. Husband’s got a big appetite. Give Husband a little more charity, yeah?”

Mo Heng begged him in a low, humble voice while dominantly gripping his waist, not giving him any chance to escape.

“Good Little Nian, have pity on Husband. Worked all morning without eating and I’m starving to death…”

Zhong Nian: “?”

It was utter nonsense and sophistry.

What did he mean by working all morning without eating and starving to death? Was the saliva he “donated” enough to eat?

He kicked at The Man’s calf: “You’re sick in the head. Go see a doctor.”

Zhong Nian always kicked hard; even with the soft rabbit slippers on his feet, it made the person hurt enough to gasp.

Mo Heng, who hadn’t even frowned when bitten or slapped earlier, finally took solid revenge this time. A dull pain throbbed in his shin bone, and his body stiffened.

Zhong Nian seized this brief lapse with quick reflexes, wrenched free one of the hands shackling his waist, and fled the kitchen.

Mo Heng didn’t chase after him. He savored the pain in his leg and rubbed his tongue against the broken spot over and over, tasting the faint metallic tang.

Dark light flickered in his eyes, surging with satiated indulgence from having tasted the marrow.

Zhong Nian hid in the bedroom and locked the door behind him.

He opened his vermilion mouth in front of the mirror to check his tongue.

Sure enough, it was swollen again, but luckily not broken.

He wanted to tug open his collar to check inside but suddenly remembered something important and glanced up at the void.

Seeing the barrage of comments like falling snow, his expression shifted repeatedly until it turned ashen with despair.

It had all been seen…

【Poor Wife got kissed so miserably…】

【My teeth shattered watching this, tears and drool flowing too.】

【So cute and so tempting when whimpering, thanks.】

【Scared my heart pounding, thought the Dog Man was gonna do Baby right there in the kitchen…】

【Streamer, don’t stick your tongue out casually during streams! Lots of bad stuff out there!!!】

Knock knock.

The bedroom door was suddenly rapped, making Zhong Nian shudder. He snapped back, immediately turned off the stream, and warily stared at the door.

He didn’t make a sound or open it.

“Little Nian, come out for lunch.” Mo Heng’s voice came through, clear and spring-like, as if he’d reverted to the refined, courteous image he showed outsiders.

It was hard to imagine that just minutes ago, he’d pinned his Little Wife in the kitchen, refusing to let go even when his hair was yanked, ravaging him like a feral beast, his every exhaled breath laced with ravenous desire.

Zhong Nian was truly scared of him now and snapped angrily: “I’m not eating!”

“How can you skip meals?” His husband sounded troubled. “Isn’t Baby hungry? Be good and come out to eat a little.”

Zhong Nian ignored him, but he patiently coaxed and persuaded from outside.

“Today’s dishes are different from yesterday’s, and I ordered an extra dessert—Mango Pudding. Doesn’t Little Nian want to try it?

“If you don’t come out soon, it’ll get cold, and reheating ruins the taste.

“Baby… don’t mistreat your body. Don’t be mad.

“Come out, and Husband will feed you personally, okay?”