Chapter 108: 108

After kissing her, Yao Ying answered her lightly. "No, I can't make out her face. Only a blurry image of her face. That's all. I think I was dreaming of a ghost." Yao Ying shuddered at the thought.

Yao Ling saw his behavior and it slightly eased her heavy heart. Yao Ying didn't think he knew her then it was alright. It was probably because of her own anxiousness that led to her negative thought. Yao Ling stifled a laugh and said, "Even a ghost likes you..."

"What are you talking about?" Yao Ying felt bewildered. "It's just a nightmare! Don't mention ghost anymore! It makes my whole body shudder in fear. What if it appears at night?"

Yao Ling scoffed at what he said. "Hmpf! I don't believe in ghost."

"Really?" Yao Ying asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Of course!" Yao Ling puffed out her chest and lightly patted it.

"Well... okay..." Yao Ying watched her while smiling evilly.

Yao Ling felt relieved after he finally relented. She turned around, trying to find out what time it was. She still waited for Xiu and Feng's report on their job. When she turned around, Yao Ying took this chance to slowly spook her from behind. He nudged her back softly and yelled softly, "Bo!!"

Yao Ling was actually still feeling scared of the ghost story. At first, she didn't think about it until Yao Ying asked the question what if it appeared. That was why she was easily scared at that moment. When she felt the gentle touch on her back, she could feel her whole body shiver. When Yao Ying said 'Bo', she almost fainted in fear.

Yao Ling yelped and yelled in surprise, "Aaaaaa~" She almost fell out of the bed, if Yao Ying didn't catch her in time. Yao Ling could feel her heart beating faster and faster. She stared at Yao Ying in anger and slapped his chest, "Not funny!"

Yao Ying roared in laughter, feeling amused by her reaction. He looked at her innocently and asked, "But... you said that you didn't feel scared! I'm just teasing you."

Yao Ling puffed her cheek, pouting. "I'm not scared! Just feeling surprised. That's all!"

Yao Ying pretended to nod and agree with her. "En..." However, Yao Ling could see the mischievous twinkling in his eyes with a hint of mocking. He didn't believe her!

Yao Ling turned her head away indignantly. She wasn't going to lower herself to his level. She harrumphed and left the bed but not without glaring once again at Yao Ling. She searched for Xiao Yu. "Xiao Yu..."

Xiao Yu who waited upon her in front of the room quickly answered her, "Yes, Young Mistress?"

"What time is it now?"

"It's Shen Shi (modern timing: 3 pm - 5 pm), Young Mistress."

"Do Xiu and Feng already come back?" Yao Ling asked.

"Not yet, Young Mistress."

"Very well then. Prepare light snacks for me and Young Master. Young Master has just woken up, he probably feels hungry," Yao Ling ordered Xiao Yu.

"Yes, Young Mistress."

When Xiao Yu went out, Yao Ling came back to her inner bedroom. Yao Ying was still lazily sitting down on the bed. Yao Ling was still angry, so she paid him no mind which made Yao Ying frowned. Yao Ying tried to coax her, "Come here!"

"No!"

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"Come here!" Yao Ying gently asked her to come to him once again.

"No!"

Yao Ying knew that she was just throwing tantrum, but hey... he was a sly fox, to begin with. He pretended to be dizzy. "Ouch!" He touched his head to make it look more convincing and didn't forget to scrunch his face, trying to portray his pain perfectly.

Yao Ling looked at him in surprise and quickly went to him hurriedly, "Ying, are you okay?" She quickly removed his hand from his head and massaged his temple. After that, she tried to feel his pulse. However, before she could do that, her hand was stopped by Yao Ying.

"I'm fine..."

"But..."

"I'm really fine..."

"But..."

Yao Ying looked at her smugly. "I'm just teasing you."

Yao Ling wanted to smack the sly man in front of her. How dare he play around with her feeling?!

Yao Ying sensed her anger started to appear, so before it could explode, Yao Ying quickly calmed her down with a sensual kiss. In taming her anger, a peck on her lips wouldn't make a difference. It wouldn't make her muddleheaded and forget about her anger. Yao Ying deepened his kiss by sucking her lower lips just to taste more of her sweetness.

True to Yao Ying's expectation, once the kiss went deeper, the previous anger was diminished by their heated session. Yao Ying touched the back of Yao Ling's head and caressed it tenderly. He gripped her head softly and pushed himself deeper into her mouth. Their dancing tongue worked together in rhyme and the sound of their moan echoed in the quiet room.

"Hmmm..."

Yao Ling didn't even know that she made such a seductive voice, making Yao Ying grow harder. He was supposed to be sick, but still... he couldn't control his lower body. His sickness couldn't mask the lust that he felt. Even simple kissing like this would be able to make him hard in need. He wondered since when he became such a pervert? But until now... he only feels this way toward his wife.

His other hand started to trace her neck softly, trying to open her white outer robe a little bit. The transparent robe obstructed his hungry gaze of her slender neck and he decided to rip it. Yao Ling gasped in surprise. "Ying! This is my favorite robe!" She softly chided her husband.

Yao Ying didn't care about it because his mind was simply distracted by her appearance. "I will buy a new one for you," Yao Ying said with an overbearing manner. He started to get impatient because it only ripped for a little bit. He used both hands and practically ruined her robe. Yao Ling felt like crying in despair.

Her thought was gone when he started to find her soft spot and teased her to death. One of his hands started to trail down. He felt hesitated, but then... he started to become bolder. Yao Ying didn't open her dudou, but instead, he touched one of her soft breasts. He started by touching it lately --- to be exact, he only dared to brush over it.

Yao Ying simply wanted to watch her reaction whether it was okay to up their game for a little bit. Yao Ling felt his touch, but she only thought that it was an accident, so he let him be. A simple brush made her shudder in need. She could feel her nipples started to get hard because of it. Yao Ying thought her lack of objection as an agreement. However, when he was going to knead one of them, a loud gasp was heard.

They were both in surprise and quickly jumped away from each other. Yao Ling realized her tattered robe and quickly covered her body with her quilt. Both of them looked at the source of the voice. Xiao Yu stood there while holding their light snacks. She looked at them with widened eyes and her expression was quite comical.

Both of her hands were full and she couldn't cover her eyes. Her choice was supposed to cover her eyes and the tray would fall down, then the light snack was ruined or she just stood there in bewilderment. She chose the latter because her brain seemed to be malfunctioning because of the shocking scene. 'Young Master... Young Mistress... the day isn't dark yet... how come you do the deed just like this? Are you trying to embarrass this single dog?' Xiao Yu thought to herself.

Yao Ying looked at Xiao Yu and chided her softly, "Why didn't you knock on the door?"

Xiao Yu looked at them in a grievance. "But... This servant did." Xiao Yu was feeling wronged. She indeed knocked on the door. After that, she heard a voice from the inside. She thought she had already gotten the permission to enter. Who knew that her masters were in the middle of doing the deed?!

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