Chapter 475: Man, Are You Playing with Fire?
Sang Zhe was deep in his drunken slumber.
Bai Ming called out to him a couple of times tentatively, but he didn’t wake up.
…Really now. He was drunk as a pig. Bai Ming felt a bit helpless.
Though Sang Zhe’s build was rather lean, he was still a bit heavy for Bai Ming.
She gently wrapped her arms around his chest, repositioning him back against the edge of the pool.
Was it just her imagination, or was Sang Zhe’s body temperature a bit high? He felt warm pressed against her.
Where their skin touched sent a peculiar tingling sensation coursing through Bai Ming.
She fought back her embarrassment and carefully adjusted Sang Zhe, finally letting out a sigh.
“You this guy… are you trying to be like those poor girls found outside bars?”
Bai Ming jokingly poked his face, grinning maliciously as she said, “Don’t you think you should protect yourself when you’re out? Aren’t you afraid I might have ulterior motives?”
Sang Zhe remained in a deep sleep, even letting out soft snores.
Suddenly, Bai Ming realized that perhaps it was because he trusted her enough that he was able to let loose like this.
In his eyes.
He may have never seen her as anything other than a good buddy from home.
Bai Ming couldn’t decide if this feeling was more frustrating or happy.
It seemed she had grown accustomed to being by his side as just a bro.
Over time, she almost forgot.
Long ago, when she watched his back from close by.
That gaze filled with admiration and longing.
“So nice…”
She leaned against the pool’s edge, tilting her head to gaze at the sleeping Sang Zhe’s face, “Soon you’ll be happily marrying Little Ying.”
“What girl wouldn’t daydream about such a romantic and touching scene?”
“Little Ying must be so happy.”
She couldn’t help but poke Sang Zhe’s cheek gently.
But after playing with him for a bit, her gaze dropped, and she leaned next to him.
“If only you could romantically marry me too,” she murmured to herself.
“Hey. Don’t sleep, okay?”
“Did you hear me? Can’t you marry me too?”
Bai Ming spoke as if she were talking to herself, or perhaps to someone else.
But in the end, she nestled against Sang Zhe’s chest, listening to the peaceful rhythm of his heartbeat as he slept.
“Don’t really treat me like just a bro.”
“…I’m a girl too.” Her beautiful eyes drooped, and her voice was a bit forlorn.
“Can’t you look at me a little more?”
“Am I really not as pretty as them?”
Sang Zhe heard nothing.
In his dreams, he was struggling to deal with the post-marital demands of his wife, who was as ferocious as a tiger.
In a warm bath, Master Yu Xia knelt before him, attentively serving him, while Little Ying wrapped her arms around him, wiping him down.
In reality, Bai Ming leaned for a while, suddenly sensing something, and her face turned beet red.
“…What a pervert, even in this drunken state, he’s still feeling something?” She couldn’t help but blush and spat at Sang Zhe.
But the next moment, she swallowed hard.
“Right… because Little Ying is pregnant, he must’ve been holding it in for a long time, huh?”
“Poor guy,” she thought as she licked her lips.
Although she was a smut author.
Bai Ming had no real experience, which sounded quite embarrassing.
But even with this opportunity right in front of her, she wasn’t sure if she could overcome her psychological barrier to take a brave step.
The scene felt incredibly ambiguous.
Bai Ming’s mind couldn’t help but conjure countless scenarios from sleazy novels and animations.
In the past, Bai Ming knew about many XP elements but didn’t truly understand them.
Like hypnosis, kinkiness.
And sleepX.
But looking at the peacefully sleeping Sang Zhe, who was like a helpless little rabbit, she suddenly grasped a hint of what it meant to enjoy sleepX.
…He was just lying there.
Without any ability to resist, at her mercy.
No matter what she wanted to do, he wouldn’t fight back.
“Ah—what to do!”
She couldn’t help but hold her burning cheeks, shaking her head in shame.
“I really can’t hold back anymore… he’s lying there completely defenseless, looking too obedient and tempting!”
“This is outright seduction! Man, you’re playing with fire!”
“I’ll ask you one more time.” Bai Ming, blushing, whispered to Sang Zhe: “If you don’t agree, wake up quickly.”
“If you don’t say anything… I’ll just take that as a yes.”
Sang Zhe continued to snore peacefully.
Bai Ming, feeling like a guilty thief, looked around and couldn’t help but cup Sang Zhe’s head, leaning in for a kiss.
The kisses grew deeper and more fervent until they almost turned into passionate bites.
In that moment, she finally understood what Little Ying and the others meant.
…Once a husband’s body is experienced.
No woman could resist.
It became addictive.
Bai Ming felt like she was no longer just kissing a man.
It was like she was slowly swallowing her consciousness and remaining sanity into an abyss.
Until finally, it was no longer her mind in control.
But pure physical instinct.
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Sang Mansion.
Long Huan walked alone through the Sang Mansion.
From the garden to the main hall to the wedding chamber, he checked every detail to ensure nothing was out of place.
As he reached the entrance of the courtyard, he happened to run into Meng Qiyan, who was leading a patrol.
“Sister Meng, did you send Little Ying back?”
“Yeah. She’s already back with her parents.” Meng Qiyan shook her head, “But I still don’t get it. Her parents live next door, isn’t it just a joke to pick her up from the left and take her to the right?”
“Too many guests, and we had to keep the ceremony short, so we simplified things,” replied Long Huan, looking around. Suddenly curious, he asked, “Where’s the husband?”
“No idea; he said he went to a bachelor party with a few brothers, but hasn’t returned yet.”
“Bachelor party?”
Meng Qiyan shrugged, “I don’t know what that is either. It’s supposed to be for guys only, he took only his previous students, subordinates, and a few old friends. Not a single woman allowed.”
“Oh, and the president of the Floating Splendor Commerce.”
Long Huan blinked.
“If he’s not back this late… should I go look for him?”
“Probably not?” Meng Qiyan scratched her head casually, “Even though Sang Zhe is a bit unreliable, I doubt he’d mess up something as big as getting married.”
“I still think I should go check.” With that, Long Huan slowly stood up.
He headed towards the tavern where Sang Zhe was drinking.
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