Chapter 1227: Wang Xinling's Tender Paradise

"Baby, you smell so good." Lin Lang held Wang Xinling's soft body in his arms, finding it hard to control himself.

Wang Xinling's cheeks flushed, her fingertips gently twisting the hem of her skirt, her voice barely a whisper: "I sprayed this perfume especially for you, hehe..."

She looked up as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with a hint of probing, "Honey...do you like my outfit today?"

Lin Lang's gaze fell on Wang Xinling. Her black strapless lace dress accentuated her snow-white skin, and the delicate lace trim on the hem swayed gently with her movements.

He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind Wang Xinling's ear, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly.

"I love it! You look good in anything, baby, but you look even better without clothes." Lin Lang's voice was deep and chuckled.

"Ugh, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Wang Xinling's heart skipped a beat at his words. She hurriedly changed the subject, picked up the bouquet of pink roses that Lin Lang had placed on the cabinet by the entrance, smelled the fragrance, and said with a charming and sweet smile, "Thank you, husband, for buying me these flowers."

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously, "So how are you going to thank me? Just touching your upper lip to your lower lip is enough to thank me?"

After hearing this, Wang Xinling held the roses, stood on tiptoe, and gave Lin Lang a quick kiss on the cheek, then smiled sweetly and charmingly, "Is this alright now?"

Lin Lang smiled gently: "That's more like it."

Wang Xinling smiled and took Lin Lang's hand, walking to the vase on the living room cabinet. She unwrapped the rose bouquet and put the flowers into the vase.

Lin Lang hugged Wang Xinling's soft waist from behind, leaned down and rested his chin on her shoulder, kissing her small earlobe, which made Wang Xinling smile shyly.

Wang Xinling turned around and glared at Lin Lang, feigning reproach, but her lips curled up in a high pout as she said coquettishly, "Stop fooling around, we're arranging flowers."

"Baby, you're prettier than these flowers, you've almost made me a fool!" Lin Lang started spouting sweet words again. Although these kinds of sweet talk were a bit awkward, he found them very appealing.

Wang Xinling turned around and bumped into Lin Lang's arms. When she looked up at him, her eyes curved into crescents. "You have such a sweet tongue. I can coax you into a silly girl with just a few words."

Lin Lang embraced the alluring Wang Xinling, his Adam's apple bobbing as he asked, "So, do you like being my silly girl?"

"I love it! I want to be your silly girl for the rest of my life." Wang Xinling nestled sweetly in Lin Lang's arms, and mainland boys have little resistance to this kind of delicate Taiwanese accent.

Lin Lang placed a tender kiss on Wang Xinling's forehead, his gesture gentle yet filled with affection.

"Honey, are you thirsty? Shall I get you a glass of warm water?"

Lin Lang lowered his head and nuzzled Wang Xinling's forehead, his voice slightly hoarse: "I'm not thirsty."

"Well..." Wang Xinling rolled up his shirt cuff with her fingers and gently scratched it, "Do you want some fruit? There are strawberries in the fridge that you like, I'll go wash them?"

"No need." Lin Lang's hand slid down Wang Xinling's back, gently pinching her waist. Seeing her ticklish and snuggle into his arms, he chuckled softly.

Wang Xinling blushed at his laughter, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and poked Lin Lang's chin with her finger: "I know, you don't want to drink water or eat fruit, you definitely want to kiss me, right?"

Lin Lang raised an eyebrow, deliberately teasing Wang Xinling: "Oh? How did you know?"

"Given your impatient nature, you must have guessed." Wang Xinling tilted her head back and leaned in, lightly pecking Lin Lang's lips with her own, like a chick pecking at rice, as quick as a gust of wind.

Just as she was about to back away, Lin Lang grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her back.

"That's it?" He looked down at Wang Xinling, a smile spreading across his eyes. "Baby, who are you trying to fool with that fleeting kiss?"

Wang Xinling's heart raced as Lin Lang stared at her. She pursed her lips, then suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, leaning in to kiss his lips.

This time she was more substantial than before, but still only scratched the surface. As she stepped back, her cheeks were as red as ripe cherries: "So... is that enough?"

Lin Lang didn't speak, but tightened his arms around Wang Xinling's waist and lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was much deeper than the previous tentative one, carrying his cool, refreshing scent mixed with Wang Xinling's sweet fragrance, warming one's heart.

When Lin Lang's kiss landed, it carried the warmth of the afternoon sun.

He didn't rush to deepen the kiss, but gently placed it on Wang Xinling's lips, as if handling fragile glass.

Wang Xinling was initially tense, her eyelashes fluttering gently on his cheek like startled butterfly wings, but when his fingertips gently supported the back of her neck, that tension gradually melted away with her blood.

She quietly tiptoed, her fingertips unconsciously gripping the hem of his shirt, causing the fabric to wrinkle.

Lin Lang felt Wang Xinling's emotional response, and the kiss gradually became more tender, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, rippling out soft waves.

Their breaths mingled into a sweet mist around each other's noses.

Wang Xinling's body slowly relaxed, her arms tightened around him, and her tiptoes quietly touched the ground, her whole body almost hanging on Lin Lang.

She slowly closed her hazy eyes, and could clearly feel the tenderness between Lin Lang's lips.

The kiss was no longer tentative; it became passionate, imbued with the assertiveness and domineering nature of Lin Lang's personality.

Wang Xinling's breathing gradually became erratic, and she couldn't help but kiss Lin Lang, causing her legs to buckle and her to instinctively lean even closer into Lin Lang's arms.

Lin Lang took the opportunity to put his arm around Wang Xinling's waist, placing his palm on her back to support her steadily.

The kiss deepened gradually, carrying a restrained tenderness, without any eager plundering, only inch by inch of gentleness.

Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a fuzzy halo of light on the intertwined shadows of the two people.

Wang Xinling's hair brushed against Lin Lang's chin, causing a slight tickle, but he couldn't bear to pull away, only slightly turning his head to make the kiss more intimate.

Time seemed to stretch out, long enough to hear the pounding of each other's hearts, long enough to make the cicadas outside the window sound muffled.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Lang slowly released Wang Xinling, his forehead pressed against hers, their noses rubbing together, their breaths mingling, carrying the lingering warmth of their bodies.

Wang Xinling's eyes were red at the corners, her lips were moist from being kissed, and her gaze was as if veiled by a layer of mist, soft and sticky.

"Honey, you've kissed me so much I can't breathe..." Her voice was barely audible, her fingers still clutching his shirt, unwilling to let go.

Lin Lang chuckled softly, his fingertips gently caressing the corner of her lips, where his warmth still lingered.

"I'm sorry, you're so charming, I can't help but want to keep kissing you." His voice was a little hoarse, his gaze fell on Wang Xinling's reddened eyes, and he couldn't help but lower his head to place a light kiss on her eyelid, like a sigh.

Wang Xinling blinked, her eyelashes glistening with moisture. She buried her face in Lin Lang's neck, her voice muffled, and said, "Husband, carry me back to the bedroom. I'll let you kiss me as much as you want once we're in bed."

Lin Lang chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transmitting through their skin, causing Wang Xinling to involuntarily snuggle closer into his arms.

He reached out and smoothed Wang Xinling's hair, his voice gentle yet teasing: "Baby, why do I feel like you're even more impatient than I am?"

"Nonsense, I just missed you, you're so mean!" Wang Xinling said, her face flushed, as she snuggled into Lin Lang's arms.

Lin Lang deliberately put on a stern face and lightly flicked Wang Xinling's forehead.

"You were just saying I was too eager, but now you're inviting me into the bedroom?" Though he spoke with a smile, Lin Lang's hands were already firmly supporting her knees, and he lifted her up in his arms.

Wang Xinling exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly hugged Lin Lang's neck, pressing her cheek against his chest. She could hear his steady heartbeat, like a drumbeat striking her heart.

She shyly looked up at Lin Lang, only to meet his gaze as he looked down at her. The tenderness in his eyes suddenly brought tears to her eyes.

"Put me down... I wanted you to rest in bed!" She buried her face in Lin Lang's neck, her voice muffled and slightly coquettish.

Lin Lang looked down at her reddened ear tips and walked briskly towards the bedroom: "Oh? Then I'd better get some 'rest'."

As soon as she put him on the bed, Wang Xinling shrank back like a startled rabbit, clutching the corner of the blanket and whispering, "You're always so impatient, aren't you?"

Lin Lang sat down on the edge of the bed, gently poked Wang Xinling's cheek with his fingertip, and revealed his signature mischievous smile: "Oh? Is that so? But if you take the initiative, I don't mind."

Wang Xinling gave Lin Lang a coquettish glare, but she wasn't really angry. Instead, she pulled a small brocade box from under her pillow and handed it to him, saying, "Here, this is for you."

Lin Lang opened it and saw that inside was a peace knot made of red rope, with a gold heart-shaped ornament tied to it, which probably symbolized that they were of one heart.

Most importantly, Wang Xinling's name contains the character for "heart".

"Baby, did you make this for me?" Lin Lang asked gently with a smile.

"Hmm... I saw your keychain is empty, so I thought this would bring you good luck." Wang Xinling's voice trailed off. "If you think it's cheap or ugly, just throw it away."

Lin Lang held the heart-shaped peace knot in his palm and said sweetly, "It's beautiful. I like it. This peace knot that you made yourself is more beautiful than any jewelry."

"Hehe... I'm glad you like it, honey!" Wang Xinling smiled sweetly, her eyes crinkling.

Looking at the beautiful and charming Wang Xinling lying seductively on the soft bed, Lin Lang could no longer resist and suddenly leaned down to kiss her luscious red lips again.

This kiss was even lighter, like a snowflake falling into the palm of your hand, fleeting yet carrying an unforgettable sweetness.

He kissed the corner of Wang Xinling's lips, the tip of her nose, and finally stopped on her smooth forehead, his movements as gentle as if he were fulfilling a dream.

In the previous life, the unattainable superstar Wang Xinling became his secret lover in this life.

Wang Xinling snuggled against Lin Lang, like a little animal that had found its home, even her breathing became steady.

The sunlight outside the window quietly shifted its position, casting a warm gold glaze on the shadows of the two embracing figures. A faint sweetness floated in the air, like freshly opened honey water, so rich and intense it was almost overwhelming.