YM778.TV Chapter 14 - Aren’t You Passionate?
Chapter 14: Aren’t You Passionate?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“...”
The veil of romance immediately shattered.
Huo Yunting’s gentle expression began cracking like his sanity, as he spent the next few minutes staring at this drunken girl. He then did a close-up and pinched her lips with his, got up and pressed her to the bed. His hands skillfully swirled through her clothing, as every part of her armor unbuttoned itself dramatically. It revealed the bouncing fleshes in rosy pink.
A drunken Lu was a good Lu. She was obedient and more passionate somehow, as she clasped her arm around his neck. The intrusion continued as constant moans were heard, along with her sensitive body wriggling in sore excitement. It was as if a lighted match falling into a pool of kerosene, Huo was losing himself as he pulled his pants off and brandished his sword.
The best part of the session came soon after he aimed his projectile right. The penetration was going to happen, until Lu suddenly straightened her body and turned to puke at her bedside.
What?
“UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”
Huo’s cheek twitched as he watched his drunken wife throwing up like a fire hose. “Phew...” Out of relief she fell back to bed.
And, she actually FELL. ASLEEP.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! I haven’t done my hole in one. You can’t be sleeping! UGH!” He looked at his golf club below, and he glared at that woman dead asleep. If only he could just strangle her to death, that would have been great!
Man, it was such pain which only men could comprehend, to have the tent already set up between the legs yet the lady slept elsewhere...
Huo Yunting glanced at her sleeping face. The desire was boiling inside him, to do or not to do? That was the question. Eventually he did a facepalm and towed his pipe to the bathroom, only to take a cold shower to put out the fire.
He returned to the bedroom and called his cleaners to tidy up. After that, he carried his sleeping beauty to the guest room.
“Hmmm... hmmm...” Like a kitty, she soundly slept in his embrace, rubbing her head against his chest, with a kind of never-before-seen serenity expressed through her fine brows and a smile that was so sweet, unlike the disturbed look before.
Huo brushed a lock of her hair behind her ears, with a complicated feeling glinting in his eyes.
“Ha... hmm...ah, ah, no...”
That was when Lu, as if having an odd nightmare, began murmuring in fear — her breath turned hectic.
“D-Don’t do that. Don’t kill the man. I’m... I’m scared... really scared...”
The line caused Huo to jerk, as his confused eyes looked at his wife sweating heavily while frowning.
She looked deeply terrified.
He quickly reached his for mobile phone in his pocket, unlocked it, swipped between menus and fiddled with the settings. There were some thoughts on his mind.
*Beep*
“Yes, Brother Huo?”
For some reason, he decided to call Huo Li.
“Is he dead yet?”
“Not yet~ not just yet. Almost.” Huo Li sounded rather excited on the phone, as his Brother Huo could also hear the bit of plight coming from the suffering hog.
“Well, let him go then.”
“WHAT THE— did you just tell me to let him go?” Huo Li could not believe his ears, as he carried on with an unwilling tone, “Please, sir, it’s been quite some time since I got an actual toy. And you’re taking it back? I haven’t had enough of it...Daddy, please, don’t do that to me, daddy, don’t take my toys away. But well, you’re my greatest, wisest Daddy and I can’t say no to my big Daddy. Hmmm? Daddy? Brother Huo, you there? You—”
Huo Yunting just pressed the red button on his screen, so that his ears could be in peace.
Man, how did he manage to talk so much at once?
Huo placed Lu gently on the bed, as his fingers slid through her pale cheeks, wiping the stream of tears away. He closed his eyes.
...
Ah?!
The second morning, Lu opened her eyes, with a slight headache from the hangover. To her surprise, it was a white surface. She could not help but to reach her hand out. It felt warm and very comforting to her fingers that she continued caressing it.
“Wowie, aren’t you passionate?”
She gradually retreated to the corner of the bed— It was an alarming call coming from her instinct.
The voice reminded her of someone, someone who would send chills down her spine. It was...
“Yes it’s me. Your legal husband.”
And she was grabbed and pulled into his embrace. It was a tight grip, that she could feel the heat of his breath as he whispered those enchanting words.
“Well, you were this passionate last night too.”
“...”
Lu lifted her head and looked into the teasing eyes of Huo Yunting. The scene last night was replayed like a zoetrope in her head.
Feeling embarrassed, while being slightly enraged, a diabolical response escaped her lips, “Well, I was passionate indeed last night, but I ain’t seeing any action from you. Did you run out of gas?”