Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 716: V586: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is childhood sweethearts. [87] 2200
The speed made Shen Funni’s heart tremble, and all the blood in her body surged. Hugging his already heated body, she chuckled, "Alright, who’s afraid of who!"
She provocatively slid her hand, undid a button on his pajamas, revealing the well-defined chest muscles, teasing, she seductively whispered by He Qimo’s earlobe, "Let’s see who gives in first."
In a moment, He Qimo found it truly amusing.
After a slight tilt of his head, he swiftly turned back and seized her lips.
The gentle and lingering kisses carried an irresistible dominance, reaching the deepest part of her lips.
He was both challenging her and savoring her keenly.
Such intensity made Shen Funni’s every bone go weak.
Especially when he couldn’t help but quickly move his fiery mouth towards her neck.
And his hands weren’t idle, holding her body to prevent her from falling, while swiftly pulling one of her legs out from the small fabric.
The wide-open position made her realize what He Qimo was impatiently attempting.
As she had thought, over two years of life without intimacy had made them dispense with foreplay, and any gradual progression felt pointless to them.
He Qimo was poised, cold as a king of night allure, comparable to a beast starved for too long.
In short, every inch of his body was tightly drawn, making hearts race, mixed with his chilling aura, giving the impression that this man was so handsome that even breathing around him could cause dizziness.
His pajamas were casually removed; he didn’t care that the buttons scattered all over the room, but pressed his volcanic-like chest against Shen Funni’s warmth.
Their heartbeats fused, in that silent dark room, hearing the emotions pent up for years, feeling the other’s body heat ignited by them.
Before Shen Funni’s heart could be moved.
With a low, mischievous laugh, he asked, "Are you alright?"
Shen Funni felt her pores open and her joints fall apart; she bit her teeth and held her breath, "This is just the beginning."
He Qimo couldn’t hold back his laughter, chuckling gleefully.
...
One time, one moment, one time, one night...
That night, Shen Funni’s screams hardly ceased, and multiple times, He Qimo had to stop midway, softly gesturing, "Don’t shout, our son is next door; he’ll wake up soon."
Shen Funni couldn’t help but pinch his arm’s flesh, saying, "Who told you to be so vigorous! You don’t seem like someone who hasn’t done this for over two years. Did you practice with someone else when I wasn’t around?"
Her unreasonable accusation made He Qimo burst into laughter, leaning on his elbow, watching the sweat drip from his temples onto her equally sweaty body, he said, "Are you saying you’re very satisfied with my performance?"
He Qimo’s breathing abdomen, in the night, was the perfect mermaid line.
Not to mention the strong arms, tempting chest muscles, and model-like long legs...
Shen Funni blushed and her heart raced, silently complaining in her heart.
Pah! She didn’t say that. How could this man be emotionally intelligent at times like this?
Her face reddened, taking advantage of the darkness in the bedroom; she hid her satisfaction, unsatisfactorily patting his chest, "I’m just puzzled, why are you always in the position where you’re on top and I’m on the bottom? Change it!"
In an instant, He Qimo, teased so thoroughly, had no words, flipped her body over, making her lie prone, back facing up.
"He Qimo, change back!"
The two were under the covers, intimate and forgetful of everything.
No one noticed when the door was sneakily opened, and a small head peeked in.
Rubbing sleepy eyes, glancing around, finally seeing dad and mom in bed.
He paused, then giggled, tiptoed, closed the door, and sneaked back to his original bedroom.
Climbing into bed, his little feet happily touched the covers, then he pulled the blanket over himself, happily falling asleep.
Great, when I wake up next time, I’ll see my little sister!
...
Insert mini-plot ⑤:
Many years later, when He Yunshen, Feng Yuzhe, and others grew up.
Facing the first time a few little boys hid to secretly watch an indescribable movie.
Feng Yuzhe, Qiu Aiyue, Yu Youchen, and several others were amazed staring at the TV, "Oh, so it’s like this..."
Only He Yunshen, in a black suit, with legs crossed, flipping through a magazine, remained unfazed.
This model of a gentleman, not at all affected by youthful impulses, made Feng Yuzhe couldn’t help but ask after looking at him, "Brother He, do you already know about this?"
Having turned eighteen, He Yunshen nodded at the words, "I know."
The noble and cold aura made the teenage boys at fifteen and sixteen look at He Yunshen as if they were seeing an idol.
"Brother Yunshen, when did you learn about it?" asked the youngest, Yu Youchen.
He Yunshen glanced at the TV, reminiscing about what he saw as a child, "Four years old, I think."
"Four years old! Could it be Uncle He and Aunt Shen?" Qiu Aiyue was surprised.
He Yunshen smiled lightly and nodded, "Mm," and continued to look at the magazine.
This calm and composed manner left the others with their hands over their noses to prevent bleeding and full of admiration.
Feng Yuzhe frowned as he thought about the blurry memory of his mom feeding milk, then looked at the indescribable scenes on TV, furrowed his brows in suspicion...
What interrupted the boys’ secret learning interest was the abrupt entrance of Feng Family’s most noble lady, Feng Yucheng.
Watching the brothers gather in one room, quickly turning off the TV, her bright eyes flickered, and she asked, "What are you doing?"
No kidding! None of the boys dared to lead astray this princess whom even Feng Yuzhe wouldn’t provoke.
They shook their heads, "Nothing, nothing!"
Feng Yucheng pursed her lips and looked at He Yunshen.
As soon as she saw He Yunshen, her large eyes turned into crescents, she quickly ran to him, calling sweetly, "Brother Yunshen."
He Yunshen, raising his noble gaze to look at her, smiled, pulled her small hand, gently placed her on his lap, and wrapped his long arm around her waist, reading the magazine together.
This stance of early romance stunned everyone!
Especially Feng Yuzhe, who opened his mouth, "He Yunshen, that’s my sister, she’s only fourteen..."
He Yunshen raised his dark gaze at Feng Yuzhe, calmly saying: "So what? I’m waiting for her to grow up; she’s destined to be my wife."
In an instant, Feng Yuzhe glanced at the bed, where He Yunxi was sleeping with drool, only thirteen, and he shook his head at his lack of interest in her.
Done!
