Chapter 733: Miss Zhou's Gentle Place

Zhou Mengyao suddenly burst into laughter, shaking the pregnancy test stick in her hand, with a sly light flashing in her eyes: "Honey, I'm not pregnant! It seems that we can still enjoy our world of two people, hehe..."

"You little rascal, you want to scare me again, right?" Lin Lang reached out and touched Zhou Mengyao's cute little head lovingly, his eyes full of tenderness and indulgence.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes curved into crescents, she snorted softly, put her hands on her hips and pretended to be angry, "It was you who scared me, okay!"

"I was donating blood at the blood donation station, but when I received your call, I was so scared that I thought I was pregnant. I didn't even get to donate blood for charity, and I ran home in a hurry."

Lin Lang hugged Zhou Mengyao tightly into his arms again, rubbing his chin against the top of her head, and said earnestly: "Wife, your physique is not suitable for blood donation."

"In the future, if you really want to show your love, if there is a flood or earthquake anywhere in the country, we can donate some money. It is safe and can help others. Don't go to donate blood."

Zhou Mengyao blinked her watery eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and said with a hint of confusion: "Husband, I'm in good health! Didn't the experts say that donating blood is good for the body? Why don't you let me go?"

Lin Lang replied seriously, "The expert said it's good, so let the expert make the contribution."

"They only tell you that donating 400cc of blood every year can promote blood circulation and reduce the risk of cardiovascular disease, but they don't tell you that losing 400cc of blood may cause dizziness and fatigue, and that poor recovery can also affect immunity."

"You are my sweetheart. If you have any health problems due to donating blood, I will be so sad!"

Zhou Mengyao tilted her head playfully, pouted her cherry lips slightly, and said in a soft voice: "Okay, whatever you say makes sense, husband."

Lin Lang smiled and kissed her red face: "Just listen to your husband, those who believe in me will have eternal life!"

Zhou Mengyao wrapped her arms tightly around Lin Lang's waist, nestled her head in his warm arms, and rubbed against him like a lazy kitten: "Well, I'll listen to my husband."

Lin Lang showed his signature smirk, put his lips close to Zhou Mengyao's ear, bit her earlobe and said jokingly: "Since you listen to me in everything, why don't we work harder and try to make a baby?"

Zhou Mengyao's cheeks instantly flushed, and she pretended to be angry, punching Lin Lang's shoulder lightly with her pink fist: "It's okay to try to make a baby, but it's not okay to actually make a baby!"

"I still want to spend a few more years with you. I haven't grown up yet. If I have a baby, I don't know what to do."

Lin Lang chuckled, put his arms around Zhou Mengyao's waist, pulled her into his arms, and rubbed his nose against hers: "Then let's just focus on making a baby."

As he spoke, his fingers gently lifted the hair by Zhou Mengyao's ear, his eyes were passionate and affectionate.

Zhou Mengyao felt a little embarrassed by Lin Lang's gaze. She buried her head in Lin Lang's chest and said coquettishly, "Humph, you want to do bad things when you are alone with me. How annoying!"

Lin Lang breathed in Zhou Mengyao's charming fragrance, and said with a rolling throat: "Wife, you can't blame me for being weak-willed. Who told you to be my school beauty Bai Yueguang!"

Zhou Mengyao, with a blushing face, raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Lang in reproach. She said in a mosquito-like voice, "You can only coax me with sweet words. I am not the only school beauty in your life."

"Wife, you are my real campus belle Bai Yueguang. The three years we spent as desk mates in high school are not comparable to the time spent with Mu Xueman, the campus belle of the University of Finance and Economics."

"Tsk, in front of Mu Xueman, you will definitely say that she is your school beauty and your moonlight, and that I, your high school deskmate, cannot compare to her."

"Haha...Wife, you're jealous again, aren't you?" Lin Lang chuckled, the laughter coming from deep in his chest, with a bewitching charm.

Zhou Mengyao gently grabbed Lin Lang's ear and pouted her lips in anger, "You are such a playboy, you are so affectionate and yet you dare to make fun of me."

Lin Lang kept smiling as he begged for mercy, "Wife, it's unfair! You stole my heart since high school. The world can attest to my sincerity towards you."

As he spoke, he took advantage of Zhou Mengyao's daze and quickly pecked her on the lips.

Zhou Mengyao's beautiful face became hotter and hotter. She loosened her grip unconsciously, but said unforgivingly, "You are just good at talking. That's how you got Mu Xueman, right?"

Lin Lang gazed at Zhou Mengyao affectionately with his deep, fiery eyes, and said seriously: "Wife, our love is worth our lives."

Zhou Mengyao let go of Lin Lang's ear and said coquettishly, "Hubby, you've hit the nail on the head. If it weren't for our life-or-death love, would I be willing to be your mistress?"

"Wife, you will always be the heroine in my life." Lin Lang held Zhou Mengyao's face in his hands and gently stroked her blushing cheeks with his thumbs.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes sparkled, a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she poked Lin Lang's chest with her finger: "You are so smooth-talking, you just want to make me happy."

Lin Lang took Zhou Mengyao's hand, leaned down slowly and kissed the back of her smooth white hand, with a hint of temptation in his voice: "Wife, in order to prove my sincerity, I decided to take practical action and perform well in bed next time."

Zhou Mengyao blushed, retracted her hand, and moaned, "You bad boy, you are so frivolous."

"You think I'm not serious? My husband, I have even more serious things!"

After saying that, Lin Lang kissed Zhou Mengyao's tender red lips. The kiss was passionate and affectionate, as if he wanted to pour out all the attachment and love in his heart without reservation.

Zhou Mengyao's eyes suddenly became blurred. She was kissed by Lin Lang until her whole body became limp. Her hands unconsciously hooked around Lin Lang's neck, and she was intoxicated by this gentle attack.

Zhou Mengyao, blushing and heartbeating, kissed him while scolding him vaguely: "It's like this every time. You kiss away all my anger."

Lin Lang's fingertips gently combed Zhou Mengyao's slightly messy hair, kissing her fair swan neck while grinning, "Then I will have to kiss her more in the future, so that my wife will be happy every day and never be jealous again."

"Hate it, if you stop flirting with other girls outside, I won't be jealous." Zhou Mengyao's neck felt itchy from Lin Lang's kiss.

The room was filled with a sweet and ambiguous atmosphere, and it seemed that the temperature of the air had risen.

Lin Lang kissed Zhou Mengyao's soft lips again, and kissed her affectionately as her delicate body was slightly hot. The faint fragrance from her body lingered on his nose, and the more he kissed, the more excited he became.

Zhou Mengyao kissed Lin Lang back passionately, as if using this passionate kiss to ease her longing for Lin Lang for many days.

As they kissed, Lin Lang picked up Zhou Mengyao and walked towards the bed. Zhou Mengyao screamed and wrapped her arms around Lin Lang's neck tightly.

Lin Lang gently placed Zhou Mengyao on the soft big bed. A ray of warm afternoon sun poured through the glass window, casting a hazy halo around the two of them.

Zhou Mengyao's delicate body sank slightly on the soft mattress, outlining her graceful curves.

Her long black hair was spread out on the pillow, with a few strands playfully sticking to her blushing cheeks.

Zhou Mengyao's eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and her wet eyes were filled with endless emotions. She opened her red lips slightly, breathing a little hurriedly and said coquettishly, "Hubby, you are getting impatient again, aren't you?"

Lin Lang's fingertips gently stroked Zhou Mengyao's bright red lips, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a sly smile: "Wife, you still say that I am impatient, but your blurred eyes and rapid breathing have already betrayed you."

Zhou Mengyao said coquettishly and embarrassedly: "Hubby, you are so bad. It was you who kissed me and carried me to the bed, but now you are making fun of me."

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Lin Lang leaned forward slightly, his warm breath lingering around Zhou Mengyao's ears, and whispered in her ear: "Wife, I'm almost being fascinated by you and becoming a fool."

Zhou Mengyao's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were moist, and she said in a resentful tone, "No, it's always me who is bewitched by you."

Lin Lang showed his signature smirk on his face. He climbed onto Zhou Mengyao's bed and kissed her soft lips again, greedily absorbing her sweet breath.

The kiss was passionate and lingering. Lin Lang seemed to want to convey all his love to Zhou Mengyao through this kiss, instantly igniting Zhou Mengyao's passion.

Under Lin Lang's passionate attack, Zhou Mengyao was kissed until her whole body became limp, and she collapsed in his arms. Her fingers unconsciously tugged at Lin Lang's collar, and she responded to Lin Lang's kiss in a daze.

Lin Lang suddenly hugged Zhou Mengyao tighter, with irresistible force, and his lip prints fell on her neck and collarbone like raindrops, causing Zhou Mengyao's heart to beat wildly, and she was unable to extricate herself from Lin Lang's love.

Just when Lin Lang was about to make a more intimate move, Zhou Mengyao, with blurry eyes, saw that the bedroom door was not closed yet.

"Honey, go and close and lock the door."

Hearing this, Lin Lang reluctantly left Zhou Mengyao's warm lips, his eyes still filled with passion, and he smiled softly as he replied, "Okay, I'll listen to my wife."

When he stood up, his fingers still fondly stroked Zhou Mengyao's blushing cheeks.

As he took the short few steps toward the door, Lin Lang looked back from time to time, his eyes always fixed on Zhou Mengyao.

At this moment, Zhou Mengyao's hair was disheveled, and her lipstick was smudged from the intense kissing, but she looked even more charming and delicate. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and her whole body was glowing alluringly on the bed under a ray of sunlight.

The phrase "glowingly beautiful" was embodied in Zhou Mengyao at this moment.

With the sound of "click" the door was locked, Lin Lang hurried back to the bed, the hot aura around him became stronger.

Lin Lang leaned down, Zhou Mengyao's delicate body fragrance lingering around his nose, making it increasingly difficult for him to control himself.

His kiss followed Zhou Mengyao's jawline and slowly slid to her ear. He bit her earlobe and breathed, "Wife, now no one can disturb us."

"Honey, you're not taking any contraceptive measures again, are you?" Zhou Mengyao's cheeks were burning hot, and she buried her face in Lin Lang's shoulder in shame.

"Wife, let's just let nature take its course. If we have a baby, we should take care of it and give birth to it. It will be more lively to have a little one in diapers in the Zhou residence."

Zhou Mengyao bit her lower lip lightly, her fingers unconsciously grasping the bed sheet, with a hint of expectation and shyness, she said in a soft and coquettish voice: "Okay, then I want to get pregnant before Chu Yiren, hehe..."

Lin Lang chuckled, his warm breath brushed Zhou Mengyao's ears, with endless doting: "Maybe our baby can't wait to report."

Zhou Mengyao lightly hit Lin Lang's chest and said angrily, "You just talk nonsense..."

However, before he could finish his words, Lin Lang kissed Zhou Mengyao's lips again and swallowed all the words.

The kiss was gentle and domineering, carrying Lin Lang's irresistible possessiveness.

The couple embraced each other sweetly, and Lin Lang could clearly feel Zhou Mengyao's rapid heartbeat, just like his mood at the moment.

The breeze outside the window blew the curtains, and mottled light and shadows intertwined on the two people, outlining an extremely ambiguous picture, adding a bit of charm to this room full of ambiguity.

The temperature in the room rose sharply and love flowed freely in the air.

They fell deeper and deeper in love with each other, and rushed together into the sweet storm that belonged only to them.