The Phoenix Reborn Book II

Chapter 63 I Love You

A/N: This .. really sorry, 18+ yes. So, who wants to read .. plis .. reader discretion is advised (reader discretion is advised)!

I swear by my 1-month period just to write this chapter. If it is bad, please do not be blasphemed. The struggle to write this makes the heart ache if blasphemed.: :") I am not a professional 18+ writer please do maap.

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“Hah .. hah ...”

Seductive sighs could be heard echoing within the room decorated with various red-colored objects. A wet voice rang out from the two people who were tasting each other. The interspersing groans were able to make anyone who heard them meet red.

Huang Miaoling's left hand coiled around Liang Fenghong's neck, holding himself back from falling over. Meanwhile, the other hand pressed down on the man's head, deepening the kiss he gave.

Liang Fenghong's face looked helpless, his inner being tempted to drown himself in further enjoyment.  “Hah .. Ling’er ...,” hisses while having the opportunity. ‘It's wrong ...’ His hand touched the waist of the girl before him, but he could not muster the energy to push Huang Miaoling away.

“Mmh ...” Huang Miaoling groaned, feeling himself beginning to lose his breath. However, he was reluctant to let go, as well as the man before him.

Huang Miaoling's eyes opened, then he unwillingly broke away with Liang Fenghong. The red hue that adorned the man's face as well as his hunting breath made the girl's heart skip a beat. He tried to enjoy the sight before him.

Huang Miaoling's entire body was hot, forcing the girl to show an expression of exciting difficulty. The girl felt her entire strength suddenly evaporate, and she drowned her face in the niche of her husband's neck.

“A Feng, help me ..” sigh Huang Miaoling, exhale warmly on her male neck. His hand touched the man's chest, trying to provoke an action. “A Feng ...”

Liang Fenghong glanced at Huang Miaoling, able to feel the turmoil of desire within the girl. He then lifted up his wife's body and laid her on the bed.

Liang Fenghong's hand was directed at Huang Miaoling's belt, slowly pulling the object while trying to resist the urge within him. He certainly did not want to be rude to his woman.

One sweaty bead flowed down from Liang Fenghong's face, his speed was rhythmic with the man's heavy breath. His eyes looked straight at Huang Miaoling, appreciating the beauty of the girl's expression shown only to him.

After successfully removing his wife's belt, Liang Fenghong pulled the two Huang Miaoling onto the girl's head, locking her up. It made the girl gasp, feeling a little surprised by the sudden action.

Then, Liang Fenghong brought his face closer to Huang Miaoling. However, the man suddenly stopped. “Ling’er, sorry.”

In that instant, Liang Fenghong tightly tied Huang Miaoling's hand, sending the girl wide-eyed. “K-you …. What are you doing?!” hiss the girl tried to rebel. However, his body was unable to expend energy.

Regardless of his wife's moans, Liang Fenghong strengthened his bond and then moved away from Huang Miaoling. The man's breath was panting, as if he was working hard doing something.

Hmm, it might be more appropriate to say that Liang Fenghong is working hard ‘holding’ something.

“A Feng!” huang Miaoling snapped as he thrashed. “Why are you doing this?!” whining in between his hunting breath.

Liang Fenghong sat himself on the chair, trying to calm his spirit and body. He took a deep breath and combed his hair back in frustration.

Liang Fenghong's black eyes turned to the empty urn that was on the desk\, then he grabbed and brought his nose closer to it. The man's forehead is wrinkled. ‘Sint! No wonder Ling’er also lost his mind after drinking this ..’ His heart was upset and he growled low\, “Baj*which way put this thing here!?” The man will make sure to find whoever does that tomorrow.

Well, Grandma Lang has to get ready.

“Uhh ...”

Liang Fenghong turned his gaze quickly when he heard the sound of crying from his bed. When he realized the voice was coming from his wife, he stood up and rushed over to Huang Miaoling.

“Ling’er, are you okay ..?” liang Fenghong asked worriedly. The man's eyes loomed the bond on the girl's hand. ‘What's too tight?’

“Sick ...,” Huang Miaoling said as he frowned and curled up. “You are so cruel. Could have tied me up like this ..” whine that girl.

Huang Miaoling's unusual attitude made Liang Fenghong freeze. This scene was definitely something new to him.

Liang Fenghong felt his heart melt. Then, he reached out his hand to slightly loosen his ties. In his heart, Liang Fenghong felt that with Huang Miaoling's current strength, the girl couldn't possibly do anything.

However, Liang Fenghong was wrong.

Just as Liang Fenghong stuck out his hand towards Huang Miaoling's hand tie, the girl pulled him back to the bed. Luckily, the man had used his left hand to hold his body from hitting his wife's body.

With a smirk, Huang Miaoling said, “You came back to me, A Feng.”

Liang Fenghong's entire body trembled at the low voice of teasing. Then, he growled low, “You forced me, Ling’er.”

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“Urgh.” Groans of pain could be heard, showing how difficult it was for that one unfortunate figure to gather his consciousness. Dizzy stabbed his head mercilessly.

Huang Miaoling scrunched his face and tried to touch his forehead. However, he realized that he could not move his hand.

Huang Miaoling's eyes suddenly opened, realizing that the room was so dark. The girl glanced down, towards her immovable hand.

With the help of the faint moonlight that pierced through the window paper, Huang Miaoling realized that his hands were tied to a red belt that looked familiar. His eyes widened when he recognized it was the belt of his clothes. What was even more surprising to Huang Miaoling was not the transfer of the belt, but a hand that wrapped around his waist, hugging him.

That instant, Huang Miaoling felt a gust of air behind his neck. His whole body was frozen. The girl slowly turned her head and found a familiar handsome face filling her gaze. If not for the confusion and panic that enveloped him, perhaps Huang Miaoling would have spent his time enjoying the beautiful scenery presented to him.

‘Liang Fenghong?!’ pekik Huang Miaoling in heart. His brain turned violently, remembering that he had married the man. ‘Are we—?!’ He frowned, becoming even more infatuated when he noticed another scene that made his heart flutter. ‘D-he's not wearing his clothes!’ he cried out in his heart when he realized his gaze could freely roar the chest of the field that was not covered by the blanket.

“Hmm.”

Huang Miaoling gasped when he heard the man's low groan. His eyes stuck on the face of Liang Fenghong who had given a reaction, frowning uncomfortably. Most likely, the man was aware of movement in his sleep.

‘A-what have we really done it?!’ pekik Huang Miaoling's. ‘B-how could I not remember anything!?’ His forehead then crinkled. ‘Wait, unreasonable ...’ He glanced back at his hand. ‘Why are my hands tied?’

“You're up?”

A voice shocked Huang Miaoling, making the girl flinch. He turned his head and found Liang Fenghong's figure staring at him. The dark black bead looked a little sleepy.

The man then blinked his eyes several times while sitting down. “Ling’er,” call it, feel a little wary. “Are you aware?” he asked again, unintentionally voicing a hint of fear in his tone.

When Liang Fenghong sat himself down, the man let the blanket that had covered half his body fall to the waist. This allowed Huang Miaoling to capture the many red marks and scratches on the man's stomach.

“A-I did that?” That was Huang Miaoling's first question. “Not possible, is it?” That's the second question. “What happened?” Third question. “What do we ... complete the wedding ritual?” The fourth and final question.

Liang Fenghong groaned low as he touched his head, probably feeling dizzy with the questions being thrown. The man pulled off the girl's hand ties while explaining briefly, “You're drunk, crazy, and asleep.” Then, the man enveloped his wife's body and returned to the body. “Watch we've completed the ritual.” He pulled his wife's body closer, hugging her tightly.

Huang Miaoling felt a little surprised by how relaxed Liang Fenghong was at tucking in his arms to hug him. However, the girl tried to calm down.

Still curious as to what was happening, Huang Miaoling twisted his body. He looked at Liang Fenghong's peaceful face, the man's eyes closed.

“Ending just like that?” huang Miaoling asked curiously, unable to believe Liang Fenghong was able to contain himself. “You didn't take a chance?”

Without opening his eyes, Liang Fenghong replied with an attractive raucous voice, “That's what you want?” Then, he opened his eyes. “I can do it now.”

Huang Miaoling was not on standby at all, making him put on a silly look when the man said that. Slowly, heat crept on the girl's face. He was extremely embarrassed and quickly turned his body again, turning his back to Liang Fenghong.

Why would he lure that man?!

Although it was dark, but Liang Fenghong knew that the girl's face was blushing. After the ordeal he had to go through a moment ago, he naturally clearly remembered the expressions shown by Huang Miaoling.

Everything is so exciting and exciting.

By looking at some of the acupuncture points of the girl. Liang Fenghong had indeed managed to put Huang Miaoling to sleep. However, while the girl was sleeping quietly, Liang Fenghong needed some time to calm himself down.

Now, not only had Huang Miaoling come to his senses, but his wife was provoking a conversation that rekindled his desire. Didn't Liang Fenghong have to take this opportunity?

Liang Fenghong brought his face closer to Huang Miaoling's neck. “I didn't know you had that side,”. The man's body was hot again. “Ling’er.” The man kissed his wife's neck, feeling Huang Miaoling's body stiffen. “I want you.” I don't know if it's the effect of him still half asleep, but Liang Fenghong expressed his heart so honestly.

Liang Fenghong twisted his wife's body to face him, and the moonlight allowed him to look at Huang Miaoling's face which was blushing very red. The man gave a gentle look at his wife.

“You are so beautiful,” said Liang Fenghong. He closed his lips. “You are beautiful, Ling’er.” The man also landed a kiss. “And, you're mine.”

Originally, Huang Miaoling was pecking at his place. Just regaining consciousness made him unable to react quickly enough. However, even after being able to process everything that was going on, Huang Miaoling did not stay away. Instead, the girl returned the man's kiss.

That reply kiss was a sign for Liang Fenghong. The man woke himself up while deepening his kiss, making half of his body above Huang Miaoling.

‘What is this love?’

Unlike some time before, this time both of them were in full awareness of what was going on. There is no wine effect, only passion and passion.

‘Is it a temporary desire?’

“Hah .. hah ...” Huang Miaoling had little trouble breathing. “A Feng ...”

“I want you now,” Liang Fenghong started taking off one by one Huang Miaoling's clothes.

‘Will I regret it?’

“Ah!” Tears gathered on Huang Miaoling's eye patch.

Liang Fenghong frowned, refraining from hurting his wife. He touched Huang Miaoling's face. “You okay?”

‘In this life, have I made the right choice?’

Huang Miaoling sighed, “I'm fine, don't stop.’ The moonlight faintly shone on her face, as if embarrassed by the lust emanating on the woman's black bead.

Liang Fenghong stared intently at the woman before him—wanitya. “I love you.” He silenced Huang Miaoling with a passionate kiss, worried about going crazy upon hearing the seductive bellow from his wife's lips. “I love you so much, Ling’er.”

‘Sorry? No.’

Huang Miaoling's eyes reflected Liang Fenghong's face, showing how much the girl could not stop staring at the man. The girl raised her body and instead attacked Mr. Liang's lips.

‘In addition to one thing, I don't regret anything else.’

“I love you, A Feng.”

‘I'm sorry for not meeting you first.’

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A/N: I know, I know, not the best. But ... I write this for those of you who have been very excited. It was about to be stretched again, but than I got tabok huh, right? Tossed that sandal? (Yesterday there are those who snacked on mo tabok pans dong!) OH, I AM SO SORRY! I DON'T OWE YAK!