113: Chapter 214 An Absurd Morning.

Tang Guo finally realized her "bare" state, and her cheeks flushed a deep red, like a ripe tomato. She let out a soft cry but didn't pull away; instead, she buried her face deeper into the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms tighter around him. Her body trembled slightly, though whether from shyness or something else was unclear. She mumbled softly, her voice muffled and thick with a spoiled tone, "I... I didn't... I'm just used to it... Besides, you're my husband, what's wrong with letting you see..."

Her face was crimson, her eyes moist and hazy with lingering sleepiness and bashfulness. Her lips were slightly parted, exhaling a warm, sweet breath. This appearance was more alluring than any intentional seduction.

"It matters a lot, Baby." Yu Bo looked at her, his eyes dark and swirling with clear desire and a nearly declarative possessiveness. "Looking like this will only make your husband... want to cherish you even more."

Before his voice had even faded, he leaned down and accurately captured her slightly parted, enticing lips.

This kiss was different from the harsh, punitive, and predatory one he'd given Shen Nian in the car, and also different from the lazy, lingering afterglow in Shen Nian's Apartment just now. This kiss was gentle and deep, carrying a patience and treasure-like quality as if savoring a delicacy. He took her soft lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue tenderly tracing the shape of her lips. Then, as her breathing faltered, he pried open her pearly teeth and drove straight in, entangling her shy, dodging tongue and inviting her to dance with gentle firmness.

"Mmh..." Tang Guo was a bit overwhelmed by his sudden deep kiss, but she soon became immersed in his gentle yet forceful lead. She responded passionately, her arms instinctively climbing up his shoulders, her fingertips unconsciously tightening around the fabric of his suit jacket. This kiss, carrying the faint scent of tobacco and refreshing aftershave from Yu Bo, mixed with his unique male hormones that made her heart race, left her dazed. Her body gradually softened, relying almost entirely on the strength of his arms for support.

As the kiss ended, both were somewhat breathless. Tang Guo's eyes were misty, her cheeks flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen from the kiss, glistening with a watery sheen that made them look even more tempting. She leaned softly into Yu Bo's embrace, like a pool of melting spring water.

Seeing her dazed state from his kiss, Yu Bo felt a surge of immense satisfaction and a desire for control. He leaned down, gently pecking at her moist eyelashes, then her flushed cheeks, and finally returning to her swollen lips to plant a soft kiss.

"Tianxue left not long ago?" he asked in a low voice, his tone still husky with passion. His large hand continued to linger on her bare back, feeling the skin that was as fine as porcelain.

"Mm... she said she had a meeting with the Design Team all morning and left early." Tang Guo leaned against his chest, answering softly while her fingers unconsciously drew circles on his chest. "Hubby, where... where did you go last night? Your body... really seems to have the scent of another woman's perfume. It's very faint, but..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Yu Bo could hear the slight trace of concern and testing in her tone.

His eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, even carrying a hint of the helplessness and indulgence of being "checked up on." He pinched her cheek. "You Little vinegar jar, your nose is quite sharp. I had dinner with some partners at a club last night; it's inevitable to pick up some messy scents. What, don't you trust your husband?"

"I trust you... of course I do," Tang Guo said immediately, but the slight doubt in her eyes didn't completely vanish. She simply stopped questioning him and instead hugged him tighter, pressing her face against his heart. "Hubby, in the future... go to those kinds of places less, okay? I don't like... having someone else's scent on you."

Her dependence and possessiveness were expressed in an almost childish way, yet it replaced the slight discomfort Yu Bo felt from lying with a strange sense of satisfaction from being needed and "controlled." He lowered his head to kiss the top of her hair and coaxed her softly, "Alright, I'll listen to my Baby. I'll go less in the future. Now go take a shower and wash your husband's scent off, okay?"

"No, I want you to love me fiercely!" Tang Guo said as she reached for Yu Bo's belt buckle.

Before Tang Guo's voice had even faded, the hand that had been drawing circles on his chest slid toward his waist with an irresistible force. She accurately found the cold belt buckle and pressed it hard.

A crisp "click" sounded, exceptionally clear in the silent room, as if something had been completely opened, or some boundary had been utterly broken.

Yu Bo's body jolted. He looked down at Tang Guo's face in his arms. She was no longer just shy and dazed; her flushed face was now filled with a desperate, almost obsessive possessiveness. His reflection was mirrored in her watery eyes—only him, as if he were the only driftwood she could grasp while drowning, her only weapon against all insecurity and jealousy.

"Guoguo..." His voice was incredibly hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against his throat, carrying the last remaining, tottering shred of reason. "This is the Master Bedroom. Tianxue might..."

"I don't care!" Tang Guo interrupted him, her voice carrying a sob but remaining exceptionally stubborn. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again. This time, it wasn't an imitation but a desperate, mutually destructive passion. She gently nibbled his lower lip with her teeth, her tongue frantically sweeping through his mouth as if trying to use her own scent to completely cover and wash away all the traces on him that made her uneasy. At the same time, her hand...

"Ah..." Yu Bo gasped, his remaining reason completely going up in smoke. To hell with the Master Bedroom, to hell with Yin Tianxue, to hell with the consequences. At this moment, he was merely a male beast driven by primal desire and a sense of conquest.

Yu Bo let out a low growl and no longer hesitated. His movements were even a bit rough as he pushed her head down... while his other hand firmly gripped the back of her head. Tang Guo instantly understood his intention. Without a hint of resistance, she obediently knelt on the expensive carpet before him, tilted her face up to look at him with eyes still misty with vapor, and then, without hesitation, lowered her head...

...

After an unknown amount of time, when the intense storm finally subsided, only the heavy, intertwined breathing of the two remained in the bedroom. Tang Guo lay exhausted on Yu Bo's sweat-dampened chest, like a cat that had been completely conquered, satisfied yet weary. Yu Bo's hand rhythmically stroked her sweaty back as he stared at the ceiling with a deep and complex gaze.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked softly, his fingertips brushing over her slightly swollen lips.

Tang Guo nuzzled against his chest, her voice hoarse. "A little... but I like it." She paused, looking up at him with watery eyes. "Hubby, do you... like me like this?"

Yu Bo lowered his head and planted a kiss on her lips, carrying the laziness of the aftermath and a trace of imperceptible tenderness. "I like it. My Guoguo is the most obedient." He pinched her cheek. "But in the future, when we're outside, you still have to be the same as before, understand?"

"Mm, I know." Tang Guo nodded, burying her face in the crook of his neck, greedily sniffing the scent on him that belonged only to her at this moment. "Hubby, I... I only have you. Will you... will you one day not want me anymore?"

Yu Bo's eyes darkened, and his arms tightened, pulling her closer. "Don't overthink. As long as you're obedient, I will always cherish you." He didn't give an eternal promise, but the phrase "always cherish you" was enough for Tang Guo at this moment.

The two embraced quietly, neither speaking again. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting shifting spots of light on the floor. This morning, which had begun with an accident, ended with intense, secret lovemaking and tender post-coital whispers. Some boundaries had been completely broken, and some relationships had been redefined. As for the future, where would it lead amidst this dangerous weave of sweetness and lies?