Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 39.1 : She made Meng Ting suffer in the past.

Chapter 39.1 : She made Meng Ting suffer in the past. Now Yan Sui was paying it back to her twice as much.

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Renkun27

Proofreader: KainGuru

Meng Ting finally recalled that he wanted to be kissed, that is, he did not use much effort nibbling. Instead of going up, he kissed the man, going down with his wet tongue. After a while, he sucked Yan Sui's Adam's apple, then he nipped and licked it.

"Meng Ting..." Yan Sui whispered. He was still light with his tone, but it had already brought along a little feeling of admonition, and his arms gradually tightened up. Stirred up by Meng Ting to this very moment, the fire in Yan Sui's heart had long been ignited.

However, the usual Meng Ting was hard to figure out, let alone this time. He indiscriminately kissed the man, while he propped up on the bed with his hand and rubbed the muscles of Yan Sui's arm with his other hand, "Yan Sui, relax. We won't fight."

Yan Sui's patience was taken by Meng Ting as a prelude to fight, and even kindly comforted the man.

Meng Ting spoke as his lips finally left Yan Sui's neck, but clearly left behind some not-so-light and not-so-heavy love bites on those parts. He cupped Yan Sui's face with both of his hands, then he slowly drew nearer to the corners of his mouth. He touched it, licked it, then sniffed at it.

"You're Yan Sui. I can smell it."

Meng Ting proudly spoke, then he let go of Yan Sui. He leaned over Yan Sui's neck and said, "Be good. Let's sleep."

So, Meng Ting's kiss came to an end here. He set Yan Sui ablaze with desire, and he was going to sleep.

Yan Sui took a deep breath, propped up with one hand on the bed, and then put forth his strength. The two men's position immediately changed, "Sleep?"

Yan Sui did not wait for Meng Ting to say anything in response. He bowed his head down and kissed Meng Ting on his lips. However, it was not Meng Ting's kind of touching, rubbing, licking, and nibbling kiss; instead, it was an overbearing and passionate type of kiss, not letting the boy back down nor cower. Naturally, it did not allow the boy to sleep.

Meng Ting, who had already closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes once again. The corners of his mouth curved up and his eyes were still heavy with sleep, but he still responded to Yan Sui's kiss. The taste of wine in their mouths mixed together and the feeling of intoxication that had spread all over their bodies, warmly and quickly waved to and fro.

The kiss had lasted for a long time, but the passion of the two men remained the same. Their bodies pressed up against one another and they could feel the heat of each other's body rising unceasingly. Yan Sui's lips parted from Meng Ting's and fell to his neck. The button that had been undone once, was more convenient to undo this time.

Meng Ting intermittently gave out a number of light groans. He stroked Yan Sui's hair, then his hands continued to go down. When he found the buttons of Yan Sui's clothes, he undid them very slowly. He had to think through each button for a long time, and at the same time, he particularly strove for each of them. If he could not undo one, he would absolutely not let it go.

Sometimes, he would dodge Yan Sui's kiss and block him to undo his buttons, but Meng Ting still could not make Yan Sui change the part that he was kissing.