Chapter 56

The wine-red dress had already been torn apart by the frenzied Xiao Sheng. Knowing that red and black were Xiao Sheng's favorite colors, Zhang Yi had made sure that all her clothes, including her undergarments, were related to these two colors over the years. But tonight, Zhang Yi changed her style. [Com Text].

Leopard print and lace undergarments made Xiao Sheng even more excited. He 'sniffed' every inch of her smooth, tender skin, and as he tore away the last piece of her clothing, the sight of Zhang Yi's nearly perfect, extremely alluring body instantly overwhelmed his last bit of rationality.

From the dining table to the sofa, and then from the sofa to the vanity... every corner of the room was left with the marks of their passionate encounter. Xiao Sheng, who had not released his desires for a long time, gently witnessed Zhang Yi truly becoming a woman, and his well-defined abs never stopped moving.

Everything became less important. The passionate moans and heavy breathing mixed together, filling the air of the entire suite. The candle on the dining table, burning to the end, illuminated their sweat-drenched bodies, the contrast between the dark and the fair skin making the calm night turn wild.

Sweat made the strands of hair on Zhang Yi's cheeks stick to her forehead. The 'pampered daughter of heaven' curled up in Xiao Sheng's arms, listening to his rapidly slowing heartbeat. Her fair hand rested on Xiao Sheng's chest, her fingertips tracing every scar and bullet mark on his body. At this moment, Zhang Yi felt a pang of pain, the crisscrossing scars seeming to transport her into Xiao Sheng's life-and-death struggles over the past six years.

Seeing Zhang Yi's pain, Xiao Sheng gently brushed the hair sticking to her cheeks, revealing her delicate face. He slowly lowered his head, lightly kissing the tears at the corners of her eyes, and comforted her, saying:

"These scars are more convincing than the medals hanging on my chest. You should be happy because your man hasn't been fooling around or chasing after other women over the past six years. His mind has been focused on completing missions."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi raised her head, pouted her lips, and coquettishly replied:

"You're lying. Don't think I don't know anything. Given your nature, it would be a miracle if you could stay quiet."

Hearing this, Xiao Sheng saw a smile on her lips and chuckled, not offering any rebuttal. In this world, the person who understood him the most was perhaps this woman. Her attention to detail and care were something even his family and friends lacked, at least when it came to him.

The silence raised the 'temperature' in the room. Feeling Xiao Sheng's aroused body, Zhang Yi, enduring the pain in her lower body, awkwardly got out of his embrace and walked to the bedside table, pulling out a drawer and taking out a sheet of rolling paper and a pack of tobacco.

Seeing this, Xiao Sheng's eyes lit up. He propped himself up on the bed and said in surprise:

"Dry tobacco?"

Zhang Yi turned and smiled, looking incredibly alluring. Her naked body, facing away from Xiao Sheng, made his heart race.

As Zhang Yi skillfully rolled the tobacco leaves into a small, thumb-thick cigarette, she sealed it with a light touch of her tongue. This most primitive form of rolling a cigarette was Xiao Sheng's favorite, especially the tobacco from the deep forests, which perfectly suited his 'heavy taste'!

The art of smoking a hand-rolled cigarette wasn't just about the 'taste,' but also about the technique and the person rolling it. If the rolling was done just right, and if a woman who made you unable to resist used her tongue to seal the paper, the feeling was like having authentic Longjing tea dried and steeped on a woman's breasts before being brought to your lips, making you feel refreshed and content.

Turning to the bed, Zhang Yi's two 'extra pieces' of flesh jiggled as she walked, her slender, fair thighs rubbing together, clearly showing the pain in her lower body.

She curled up in Xiao Sheng's arms again, lighting the cigarette and placing it in his mouth. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and resting it on her breast, Xiao Sheng, lying on his back and looking at the ceiling, took a deep drag. The glowing tip of the cigarette, flickering in the dim light, was striking. Xiao Sheng, fully immersed in this 'atmosphere,' felt a deep sense of satisfaction that few could understand.

Reluctant to let the last bit go, Xiao Sheng pinched the end and took another deep drag, behaving like an addict unwilling to give up the last 'feast.' Zhang Yi giggled at this.

"Don't be stingy. I carry these things with me every day, just in case I suddenly run into you. I know you like the real deal."

Turning to extinguish the burning cigarette butt, Xiao Sheng hugged Zhang Yi tightly, who understood him so well, and kissed her cheek, murmuring:

"I regret those considerations I had back then. If I had 'taken care of' you a few years earlier, I would have enjoyed this treatment sooner."

Hearing this, Zhang Yi gave Xiao Sheng a seductive look and answered in a very alluring tone:

"Did you stop smoking the cigarettes I rolled for you before you 'took care of' me?"

"Hehe, the feeling is definitely different. Back then, I also deliberately avoided you, so we didn't have as many 'honest' encounters as we do now." As he spoke, Xiao Sheng lowered his head and buried it between Zhang Yi's breasts again.

Zhang Yi pushed his head away with effort, her face flushed, and she whispered:

"Stop it, I'm still sore down there..."

Deeply caring for the woman beside him, Xiao Sheng tried to suppress his inner urges and slowly got up, hugging her tightly.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Sheng suddenly thought of something and asked Zhang Yi softly:

"By the way, are you really here for an investment?"

"Of course. Why else would I spend so much money to buy the entire Maple Leaf Hotel? What, do you want to help that Chen Shuyuan from Huaxin?" Zhang Yi's words revealed the truth, and Xiao Sheng smiled sheepishly, saying softly:

"You know me, I have a kind heart and can't stand to see people suffer."

"Ha ha, still pretending. I think you have more than just a kind heart for her."

"No, absolutely not. You don't know who I am, Xiao Sheng?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yi suddenly thought of something and whispered something in his ear. Xiao Sheng's body tensed slightly, and he sat up a bit, looking bitter and said:

"Sis, don't joke with me. We have an age difference of seven or eight years. If her father finds out, whether it's true or not, he'll either shoot me or skin me alive. Her grandfather is a genuine soul of the special forces."

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