Chapter 217: Other Men

Yang Feng sighed to himself. She promised to not fall asleep as quickly tonight, but the second she got into the car, she was knocked out. He carried her into the house, holding her very close to him, even though no one would dare to snatch or touch her in his presence.

He gently placed her onto the bed, taking off his suit jacket, just then something slipped out. He did not notice it before and it should be considered a miracle that it had not fallen out when he was carrying her. Laying on her chest was a manilla envelope. He reached out to grab it, but when his finger brushed her chest by accident, her eyes shot open and she abruptly sat up.

"What time is it?" She mumbled, roughly rubbing her eyes to stay awake, causing Yang Feng to grab her fingers.

"You'll hurt yourself if you use that much force." He sat down on the bed, pushing her fingers away and gently rubbing her eyes for her.

She hummed, leaning towards him. "How long was I asleep for?"

"Not long. We just came home." He brought her closer to him until she was comfortably nestled in his arms.

"If that's the case, let me change out of my dress. It's uncomfortable." She said, standing up.

Yang Feng nodded, "Come here. I'll help with the zipper."

Zhao Lifei swallowed hard, shaking her head. "I-I can do it." She stammered, walking into the bathroom and taking the manilla envelope with her.

Yang Feng was a bit offended by her behavior but reminded himself that he had to be patient with her.

Zhao Lifei struggled to get out of the dress. She was never a flexible person and tonight it was proven true when the zipper got stuck. Her arms were getting sore now as she angrily puffed out.

Her hair was a mess. She had been in the bathroom for ten minutes now, trying to get this dress off of her. The back top part of the dress had buttons and that alone took five minutes. The mid and bottom part had zippers which were barely coming down.

She wiggled in her dress, growing uncomfortable with the fabric as it became itchy when she began to sweat due to her struggle to get out of this dress. Finally, she gave up. She stored the envelope away to look at it later.

Walking out of the bathroom, she saw that Yang Feng had already showered in one of the guest bathrooms. He was on the bed, leaning on the headboard while reading a document. The lights were turned off, but the nightstand lamp was still on.

She felt her throat run dry at the sight of him. He was too handsome to be true. She could see his perfect biceps flexing, the muscles contracting when he flipped the page, with a pair of glasses hanging low on his nose bridge. He was wearing a well-fitted short-sleeved shirt and it hugged his body flawlessly.

Yang Feng could practically feel her ogling him from a distance while he pretended to read the report. He was originally reading it, but now he was just purposefully flaunting himself to her in hopes that she would be inclined enough to let him have some action tonight.

"Yang Feng..." She trailed off, her beckoning voice causing his heart to beat faster. He glanced up, his lips quirking into a teasing smirk.

"What's wrong, love?"

"The dress." She stomped her way to him, angry that she was proven wrong.

"What happened to doing it alone?"

"Don't bully me." She scowled, sitting down on the bed, her back facing him.

"Sorry, my dear, I'm busy with the reports right now. You should've taken my advice sooner." He decided to tease her a bit more. It was fun poking her and seeing her react like a little kitty who thought she was a tigress.

"Fine, I suppose I'll ask one of your men to do it for me." She shrugged, "I think they'll like that. Don't you think so?" She stood up, took one step forward and gasped when his fingers curled around her wrist, yanking her back onto the bed. She felt her heart thump harder when she was laid flat on the bed, Yang Feng on top of her.

"If you want them dead, you should've said so." He salaciously said. She shivered when he brought one finger to her chin, lifting it so that she was directly staring into the burning flames of his eyes.

"You love teasing me don't you?" He hummed, his finger trailing down her neck at an incredibly slow and torturous pace, teasing the skin with his feather light touches.

"As much as you love to." She retorted, trying her hardest to not fall for his temptations, a giddy feeling building up in her chest when she saw his eyes darken.

"You didn't want to spare me your attention now, so why shouldn't I seek after other men to give me attention instead?" She provoked him, enjoying the way he was growing frustrated by her words.

He narrowed his eyes, his jawline clenching before he suddenly flipped her over so that her back was revealed to him.

Zhao Lifei sucked in a breath when she felt his body being lowered down to hers, her heart thumping faster and faster in anticipation. It was weird to admit, but she kinda liked it when he was a bit rough...

"Trust me, my love. After tonight, you won't need any other man's attention." He unzipped her dress easily, peeling the red, seductive fabric off of her back to reveal the creamy white flesh only to come to a realization that she was not wearing a bra. He could feel his member growing hard at the smallest reveal of skin and when he abruptly kissed her on her lower back, she gasped.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, her voice slightly hoarse and muffled by a pillow on the bed.

"Giving you attention." He muttered, his lips trailing kisses up her spine, causing her body to arch into the bed, her fingers bunching the blankets. He continued to lavish her back with seductive kisses, making sure to keep his manhood far away from her derriere, in fear of scaring her. Her quiet and muffled moans were driving him to the brink of insanity.

He turned her back around, disappointed to see the dress did not slip off because of her short sleeves. When he saw the fog in her distracted eyes, her parted lips, and slightly flushed cheeks, he could not resist anymore.

He dipped down and captured her lips, her body instantly responding by wrapping an arm around his neck, bringing him down to her. He kissed her like a starved man, greedy to taste her lips and every inch of her mouth with his tongue diving in, capturing her by surprise. His hands moved on their own accord. They caressed her back, spreading out to feel her soft flesh, cold as always, but easily changing to the heat of his hands.

A cry left her mouth when he suddenly bit her bottom lip, only to suck and lick it before tilting her head to a better angle. He brutally kissed her, leaving her lips swollen and bright red, teasing and biting the tender flesh, as if punishing her for her words. She refused to succumb to him and kissed him back with equal passion, not once backing down. Their kisses were rough, her fingers weaving themselves into his hair, bringing him closer to her.

"You learn quite fast." He hastily whispered against her lips before crashing upon them yet again. She moaned low in her throat, her fingers grasping his hair, tugging it, causing him to kiss her even harder.

"Because I learned from the best." She responded when he pulled back to let her breathe, her chest heaving up and down against his. He smiled at her words, momentarily forgetting about his frustration.

"Really now?" He ran a finger over her swollen and bruised lips, regret and guilt filling him.

"Don't look so sad, it doesn't hurt." She lied, her eyes closing when he bent down to press a tender kiss upon her lips and suddenly, the warmth left her.

Her eyes opened as she felt her body being lowered onto the bed. She sat up and watched as he went into the bathroom and came out with a wet towel. She tilted her head in confusion until he sat down beside her and pressed the towel to her lips, the coldness of it easing the pain.

"It's a clean towel." He said, brushing her hair away. She nodded and kept it there until the pain subdued.

"Let me see." He gently grasped her chin between his fingers, lifting her face to properly examine her. Seeing it was back to normal, he smiled and leaned in for another kiss, this time, a lot softer and slower as he cherished every second with her.