MR.TYCOON'S DARING WIFE [COMPLETED]

Vol 21: Chapter 201 - 210

Chapter 201: Aggressive

Translator: EndlessFantasy
Editor: EndlessFantasy

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Zhao Lifei continued to pretend they were a newlywed couple which earned her a lot of freebies along the way. She saw it as a joke, but Yang Feng took it differently.

He was wistfully whisked away by her words, his brain humming joyful tunes as if he was on cloud nine. He stopped complaining and tugging her away from the stalls and was actually pulling her towards them just so she could continue whatever she was doing. He loved this side of her, with her arms wrapped around his biceps and a brilliant smile on that lovely face of hers.

After shopping, Yang Feng was still happy and compliant, even when they got into the car and the items were placed in the trunk. He turned towards his "wife," a grin on his face. "So wifey, are we going to complete the final stage of our married life—"

"Maybe in your dreams," She chuckled, sitting as far as she could from him and his wandering hands. Yang Feng scooted to her just as she scooted away and soon, she was pressed against the car window with Yang Feng hovering over her like a moth drawn to a flame.

Yang Feng placed the soundproof partition up. "We can't disappoint the stall owners now…" He teased, leaning in for a kiss which she tried to dodge, but couldn't as she has nowhere to run.

When their lips met, she stopped fighting against him as she tried to sync their lips. He greedily kissed her, his lips molding over hers, branding her as his, while she attempted to match his vigor.

He pulled back to allow her to breathe for the slightest second before kissing her deeply again, one hand going behind her neck, angling her head, while the other began to travel up her waist to which her body arched against his when his fingers brushed close to her bosom.

He began to place small kisses trailing from her jaw to her neck, finding his favorite spot where he bit down, causing a gasp of shock to leave her lips while she pressed a hand to her lips, muffling her moan when he licked the same area, blowing on it to soothe the pain before sucking on it, leaving a mark behind.

In a frenzy, he began to unbutton her top when she weakly squeaked out, "N-no…"

That was all it took for him to draw back, breathing hard but giving her space. He marveled at his work, the glaring red mark on her white as snow skin, her eyes slightly glazed over, her mouth parted, her lips looking so inviting, he wanted to devour her again.

She whispered, "N-not in the car…"

Yang Feng readily nodded, slightly disappointed that the two had stopped, but a bit glad that she had grown the courage to reject him instead of freezing on the spot and letting him have his way. He brushed the hair away from her face, the other hand settling on her cheek.

"Does that mean we can continue in the house?" He teased, leaning in for a quick kiss on her forehead before he began to button up her blouse, fixing her appearance for her, knowing she was particularly sensitive of it.

"Dream on."

"I always do."

He winked. She rolled her eyes.

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Yang Feng sat on one of the kitchen counter stools, awestruck by the delightful scene before him. She looked so exquisite, so delectable, a complete temptation as she cooked for him. His eyes were glued to her, following every small movement of her body.

When she turned around, pan in hand, a plate in front of her, Yang Feng swallowed. Her face was slightly flushed, her hair a bit messy, sticking to her forehead while she cooked up a storm. She had unbuttoned her top a bit, revealing the dip of her breasts, teasing him, his eyes dilating when she bent over a bit to place the food onto the plate. She was torturing him, arousing him without even trying.