Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

The air that had been cleared suddenly became heavy with desire once more. Su Zhinian’s lips printed themselves on every inch of Song Qingchun’s face. The small, contained excitement from each kiss caused Song Qingchun’s body to quiver endlessly. When his lips fell on hers, she reciprocated actively.

That led to another deep and passionate kiss, raising the temperature of the room to its maximum again. Su Zhinian left kiss marks all over her body until her hands reached out to grip him tightly on his shoulder. Another round of savage and passionate love-making began anew.

Perhaps they hadn’t been so physically close for such a long time or perhaps it was the memories from the bachelor-bachelorette party that put them in such a mood. Those conversation might have appeared simple, but they had touched both of the parties involved deeply, causing the two to be extra sentimental. They were joined for a long time before parting unwillingly again.

Song Qingchun was physically tired from the two consecutive rounds, but her mental state was extremely stimulated. She leaned on Su Zhinian’s warm, wide chest. Listening to his strong heartbeat, she was suddenly reminded of something. She raised her eyes to look at the man’s perfect jawline and asked, "Su Zhinian, if I’m not mistaken, this is the thirtieth time this month you’ve snuck into my room, right?"

Ever since Little Sesame left the hospital, he would come into her room to sleep with her.

Even though Su Zhinian was holding Song Qingchun, the girl had nothing else other than this question in her mind, so he was confused where she was leading with this. He hesitated for quite some time before softly responding, "Hmm..."

That’s all you have to say for yourself? Song Qingchun waited for Su Zhinian to go on. When he didn’t, she frowned and said, "And if I’m not mistaken, we’re still not a pair of lawfully wedded husband and wife..."

At this point, Song Qingchun paused before editing her words. "...Wait, that’s wrong—we’re a divorced couple!"

Su Zhinian frowned when he heard the term divorced. However, he uttered in a calm voice that had an undertone of residual seduction from the earlier love-making, "So?"

It caused her heart to race.

So? You should know what! Song Qingchun couldn’t help but pout upon being reminded of the fact that Su Zhinian had snuck behind her back to register their marriage.

It was one thing to do that behind my back, but after our divorce, he still sneaks into my room every night to mess with me... Considering the fact that we’re divorced, he dares to toss me a ’So?’

What kind of attitude is this?

"Well, what do you think?" Song Qingchun puffed up her cheeks to glare at Su Zhinian before huffing heavily and turning around to show him her back. She had brought this up simply because she wanted him to come up with a solution to get them married again, but who would have thought the man would be so inconsiderate?

The more Song Qingchun thought about it, the more agitated she became. She turned around to glare at Su Zhinian. "I’m telling you, we’re currently living together illegally, so get out of my room!"

Su Zhinian retorted with a sly smile, "No, Tingting, we’re not living together illegally. Kicking me out will be illegal though."

Song Qingchun scoffed. What kind of nonsense is he blabbering about this time? How can it be illegal for me to kick him out?

Su Zhinian, who was mocked, reached out his arm calmly over Song Qingchun’s body to pull open the bedside table on her side of the bed. He pulled out a document from within, placed it before her, turned on the bed light and said, "If you don’t believe me, read it for yourself."

Song Qingchun recognized the document as the divorce papers she had signed when she was tormented by Little Sesame’s birth. Of course, at the time, she didn’t peruse the details of the contract. Song Qingchun flipped open the document, and when she saw the details, her eyes widened into saucers.

The house belongs to me, the car belongs to me, the company belongs to me, the child belongs to me...

All these clauses look normal but this last point—he... he also belongs to me? What the f*ck is this?

Su Zhinian who was hugging Song Qingchun could read the thoughts from her mind. He gave her several seconds to digest the information before grabbing the document and tossing it out from the bed. He rolled underneath her to place himself on her body. Massaging her back, he uttered slowly, "Tingting, you’ve signed the contract yourself. I’m now your property. If you chase me out... I’m protected by the law; I can sue you if I want to..."

Sue your head... Sue, sue, sue, why don’t you call yourself Sue Su‽

No, wait, how can there be such a shameless person in this world! He writes himself into the divorce papers‽ How shameless is he‽ Shameless Su!

But it’s rather cute, I have to say. Reminds me of those black-bellied main characters from those novels that I read... Black-bellied Su...

Having not been bequeathed a new nickname for a long time, Su Zhinian’s whole body froze when these three terms filtered into his heart. Sue Su? Shameless Su? Black-bellied Su?

A familiar feeling surged through him, and he couldn’t help himself from snuggling his head into her neck, and in response, she curled her legs around his waist.

The room became crowded with the heavy sound of moaning, breathing, and groaning once more.

...

Back on the nameless hill, Qin Yinan lay quietly on top of the flattened car seat with Cheng Qingchong curled up in his arms.

A night breeze dissipated the mist of sensual air that surrounded them.