jdhmnovel Chapter 357 Bodily Instinct Doesn't Lie
Chapter 357 Bodily Instinct Doesn't Lie
Ning Yao was already thinking about random things, and with the sudden physical contact between the two of them, her heart started racing like thunder.
Wen Tingye's words kept replaying in Ning Yao's mind: she still had him, and their child.
Besides her father, she still has blood relatives in this world. Although she is not very familiar with her mother's relatives, she still has an uncle, right?
Ning Yao felt as if she had been given a reassuring pill, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, immediately returned to its original position.
With her worries gone, Ning Yao's thoughts gradually drifted away, especially since the two were having frequent physical contact and their postures were particularly ambiguous.
Beneath her was the man she loved, and not far away was a neatly made, clean white sheet.
Ning Yao didn't dare to look into Wen Tingye's eyes for too long. She pretended to glance at the bed next to her casually, but after only looking at the bed for a while, Ning Yao's ears started to burn. She quickly looked away to avoid thinking about anything inappropriate.
The man's hand rested on her slender waist, and Ning Yao felt a strange sense of anticipation.
But Wen Tingye simply placed his hand on her waist and made no further moves.
Was his interest dampened by his own rejection?
So now she has a little bit of feeling, but Wen Tingye no longer has that romantic thought?
It seems that it's really gone. Normally when she hugs him, Wen Tingye would definitely act inappropriately, but now he's not making a sound at all, and there's no reaction from below. At least Ning Yao can't feel any change in Wen Tingye through the bathrobe.
Ning Yao couldn't help but think about it more, feeling a little regretful and annoyed, as well as conflicted about how to start the conversation.
Her slender, fair fingers pinched a small wrinkle at the hem of her dress, reflecting the wearer's anxiety.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Wen Tingye thought Ning Yao was still in a bad mood, so he spoke in a deep voice, thinking about how to cheer up the woman in his arms.
Or how about I perform a handsome dance for her?
Forget it, he's not very good at dancing. Besides, throughout history, it's always been women who dance for men to entertain them, never men who dance for women.
That being said, if it really makes Ning Yao laugh, Wen Tingye doesn't seem to mind breaking away from his cold-faced CEO persona.
"Hmm? What did you say?" Ning Yao's voice lowered involuntarily. She sat upright in Wen Tingye's lap, feeling the warmth of the man beneath her.
It's warm and spacious...
Whenever Ning Yao was in Wen Tingye's arms, she felt that even if the sky were to fall, she would not be afraid.
Because of him, he is omnipotent, upright and indomitable, providing her with a safety net.
"This must be what a sense of belonging is," Ning Yao murmured to herself.
Wen Tingye shifted his body, moved his palm around Ning Yao's waist a couple of times, then pressed it tightly against her, and used his wrist to turn her around.
He wanted Ning Yao to face him so he could clearly see her expression, understand what she was thinking, and know how she felt.
This movement caused Ning Yao, whose body was already sensitive, to tremble violently. Her waist was rubbed by Wen Tingye, and her ears burned hot again. She felt as if her face was steaming, like a steamed, rosy apple.
When Ning Yao had her back to Wen Tingye, she could only see his hands. She rarely saw a man's hands as beautiful as Wen Tingye's. They were long and strong, with distinct knuckles, and even the fingernails were round and shiny, with a healthy color.
Now that the tables have turned, she and Wen Tingye suddenly met in such an ambiguous position. Her breath seemed to stop for a moment. After a while, Ning Yao reacted, tightened her palm on the back of Wen Tingye's neck, and her breathing rate instantly increased.
The bedroom light shone perfectly on their faces. Ning Yao looked at the handsome man in front of her and felt that he exuded a certain aura that attracted her. They were so close that their breaths even intertwined and lingered together, making it hard to distinguish one from the other.
Wen Tingye was an extremely intelligent man. The person in his arms trembled slightly and moved restlessly, as if expecting something but being too embarrassed to say it.
The air inside the room had risen to an uncontrollable temperature at some point.
Sensing Ning Yao's needs, Wen Tingye's smile deepened, a glint of shrewdness he usually displayed when negotiating in the business world.
Being too proactive can make the little one in your arms become increasingly spoiled and arrogant. It's true that you should occasionally let her go hungry for a meal or two so that she knows how happy it is to be able to eat and drink her fill in certain things.
Wen Tingye casually held Ning Yao in his arms, his legs occasionally brushing against the leather chair beneath him, making a chilling friction sound.
"If you don't want to talk, then don't. It's nice to just hold you like this," Wen Tingye said in a deep voice, but then 'casually' raised his hand to continue rubbing Ning Yao's lower back.
He knew the woman in his arms' sensitive spots like the back of his hand, and teasing her required absolutely no effort.
Ning Yao's heartbeat grew increasingly erratic. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her glassy eyes glistened with tears. Her cherry-red lips were pressed tightly together due to the unusual agitation in her body. Unseen by others, Ning Yao bit her lower lip.
Wen Tingye is very tall; even when he's sitting, he's more than half a head taller than Ning Yao.
The two sat facing each other. Ning Yao was sitting on Wen Tingye's lap and could not see the bedroom furnishings behind him. All she could see, hear, and smell was the man in front of her.
Her softness was very close to Wen Tingye's. Her dress was as thin as a cicada's wing, so thin that the fabric was negligible. The only thing separating their bodies was a white bathrobe, so even if it wasn't intentional, they would inevitably rub against each other.
All her senses were amplified to an extreme degree, and Ning Yao felt as if she were imprisoned in Wen Tingye's arms, unable to escape.
Since Wen Tingye didn't mean it that way, Ning Yao decided to get up and leave.
But Wen Tingye wouldn't let her, and just held her tightly in his arms.
Ning Yao couldn't bring herself to ask Wen Tingye to do anything for her, so she wanted to avoid him and avoid any physical contact.
Unfortunately, she lacked the strength to resist the man's arm.
She was caught between a rock and a hard place, which fueled a nameless anger within her.
"Wen Tingye, let go of me! My legs are going numb. Let me get up and move around." Ning Yao's beautiful fox-like eyes were now filled with a faint anger, and she no longer had her arms around Wen Tingye's neck.
"Can't we even do something else, like a hug?" Wen Tingye pretended not to know that Ning Yao had fallen in love, his tone full of teasing, with a hint of a half-smile.
"Who said I couldn't let you hug me? It's just that I... I wanted to move around a bit now. I've been sitting like this for too long, and this position isn't comfortable for me..." Ning Yao turned her gaze away and said somewhat awkwardly.
It is said that the body's instinctive reactions are the most honest and will never lie.
At this moment, Ning Yao's voice carried a hint of coquettishness. She probably didn't even realize that she had begun to uncontrollably act coquettishly towards Wen Tingye.