Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 165 - 128. Which part of you have I not seen, hmm?_2
Under the soft lighting, it seemed to be tinted with a halo, right in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with the endless night sky as the backdrop.
She stepped closer.
It wasn’t hard to see, the exquisite tailoring, the intricate hand stitching.
Unable to resist, she raised her hand to touch it, fingertips brushing past the trailing veil, the layers of the dreamy gown...
A scalding body silently pressed up against her, and in her ear was his low voice, "Wanna try it on?"
Nan Wan turned around, smiling as she spoke, "Trying on a wedding dress at night would be quite strange."
Mu Jin Huan glanced at the wedding dress, his sharply defined handsome face was gentle, "It’s just me here, what’s strange about it."
Nan Wan looked down, her gaze falling on her feet, "Didn’t you have them alter it to my measurements? I don’t think I’ve gained weight recently, so it shouldn’t be ill-fitting."
Mu Jin Huan’s well-defined fingers lifted the woman’s chin, a dominant gesture, "You won’t know until you try it on."
As their eyes met, Nan Wan looked at the magnified handsome face before her, feeling like those thin lips might come down and kiss her at any moment, "Then... then you go shower first."
"A wedding dress is so complicated, how will you change by yourself?"
Nan Wan averted her gaze, "I’ll go change in the dressing room, Aunt Zhou can help."
Mu Jin Huan’s strong, lean arms wrapped around the woman’s slender waist, with a slight exertion, her soft body was pulled into his embrace.
Foreheads touching, breaths mingling, "What part of you haven’t I seen, hmm?"
This round, Nan Wan conceded.
After putting on the wedding dress, Nan Wan faced the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window, Mu Jin Huan stood behind her, pulling up the zipper on her back.
His slightly calloused fingers glided over her skin, and compared to the itch, the strange tingling sensation was even harder to bear.
It was clearly something that could be done quickly, but he seemed to purposely slow down his actions, inch by inch, as if intentionally testing her nerves.
Nan Wan pressed her lips together and softly urged, "You... hurry up a bit."
A deep, amused laugh sounded by her ear, "Alright, I’ll go faster."
Once that tickling sensation finished at the nape of her neck, Nan Wan’s body was turned around by the man pressing her shoulder, without high heels, she only reached up to his chin.
She didn’t speak, nor did he.
The burning gaze made the temperature in the room rise higher and higher, and the tense silence made her feel uneasy.
With her head lowered, her fingers tugged at the lengthy dress train, "It’s fine, it fits well, don’t you have work to do? I can change by myself."
The slender waist incomparable in grip, the snow-white skin that rivaled the white wedding dress, the exquisite collarbones glowing with a charming sheen under the light, and... her flushed face, all fell into Mu Jin Huan’s eyes.
His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was low, "What’s the rush, there’s still time."
In her heart, Nan Wan rolled her eyes silently, indeed it’s not late, but she’s someone who needs to wake up early, you know.
"Don’t I have to work overtime tomorrow too?"
Mu Jin Huan took a step closer, speaking slowly, "It’s not that you can’t sleep, just need to settle some debts first."
With such an obvious innuendo, Nan Wan needed no time to react, "Your hormones are too strong."
During her period, nothing could be done, but he didn’t just sit back and watch.
Except for the first time, the other two times he hit all her sensitive spots, only letting her sleep when he was thoroughly satisfied.
Didn’t he ever find any other women before?
"Well, who told me to marry you."
Speaking between kisses, his warm lips already pressed against hers.
In such matters, once the man got interested, she had no resistance at all.
Still conscious, feeling his actions, she blushingly reminded, "This is a wedding dress, wedding dress! Wedding dress!"
Other clothes are one thing, but how much force can a wedding dress with such thin fabric withstand?
Does it mean she’ll have to change to a new one when taking wedding photos the day after tomorrow?
Mu Jin Huan cursed lowly, using the bit of patience left to peel the obstructive wedding dress off the woman.
He hung it up.
Turning around, he pulled back the covers, his voice husky, "Be a good girl."
Nan Wan was stunned for a long time before coming to her senses, her face flushed red, and the two words were squeezed through gritted teeth, "Shower!"
The resistance pressed against his chest made Mu Jin Huan look up, frowning as he asked, "Why so much fuss?"
Clearly, he was extremely displeased.
Wasn’t this man supposedly a germaphobe? She hadn’t showered or brushed her teeth, yet he’d still kiss her, practically redefining the term ’germaphobe.’
"For the sake of marital harmony, it’s better to be mindful."
Mu Jin Huan eyed that troublesome face, the veins at his temples throbbing even more.
