Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 44.1 : I want to make you happy. If you're happy, I'm happy, too.

Chapter 44.1 :
I want to make you happy. If you're happy, I'm happy, too.

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Renkun27

Proofreader: KainGuru

All of Yan Sui's idle thoughts drifted away. His heart and blood could only be stirred by the one person right before his eyes. Meng Ting was right. It would be such a waste using this time to think about others. He should concentrate.

From Meng Ting's supple hair, Yan Sui's hand slid down to his nape. When Meng Ting's clothes were pulled apart, Yan Sui's kisses slid down and light traces followed, as if they were imprinted. They like each other's imprints.

Meng Ting's body was strikingly sensitive, awfully young and inexperienced. He did not conceal his own reactions. He whimpered and acted coquettishly like a kitten. When he called out Yan Sui's name, the man's heart began to itch.

"Yan Sui, Yan Sui..."

Meng Ting, himself, did not know what it clearly was that he wanted Yan Sui to do by calling out for his name. He merely wanted to call for him, one word at a time, as if he wanted to have this name be engraved in his soul. He thought that it must be because Yan Sui's name was too pleasant to hear, and so he did so.

"Hmn, I..."

Yan Sui responded to Meng Ting's calls. His eyes were slightly red; nevertheless, he was bearing with it. As a matter of fact, it was not the first time for them to be so intimate. He should not be so impatient. But akin to those past few nights, his self-control was once again facing a collapse on this particular night.

The muscles of Yan Sui's arms and chest were slightly stiff. He paused a little and tried to get his senses back. He did not want to do things which he would regret.

However, at this time, Meng Ting embraced him once again. He could sense that Yan Sui's patience was getting more and more arduous. He kissed Yan Sui on the lips. Not only was he shy, but he was also resolute when he spoke out his innermost feelings.

"Don't hold back. I like it, too."

Every time Yan Sui was not thoroughly enjoying himself, how could Meng Ting not be aware of it? He was happy with Yan Sui's thoughtfulness, but Meng Ting also wanted him to have his own way tonight. Just as Yan Sui did not want him to get hurt, he wanted to see Yan Sui be happy, so that he would be happy as well.

Having heard what he said, Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled up and down and a bit more sweat oozed out of his forehead. When his gaze met with Meng Ting's, the rationality which he originally brought back instantly collapsed.

The patience of foreplay still went on, and after determining that Meng Ting was ready, Yan Sui did not restrain himself anymore nor could he be restrained any longer.

The moans and light gasps interweaved, composing a melodious tune. Even the lamplight within the room became faint and lurid.

The two-meter-wide bed was messed up by the two and the battlefield, wherein they strived for a decisive victory, continued from the room to the bathroom. In short, it was a night of sleeplessness and ecstasy. After fighting lustily in one battle after another, the man, who had been firmly holding back, finally erupted. He was quite formidable.