PDLP Chapter 1362: Reliving Zhao Liying's Tenderness
Chapter 1362: Reliving Zhao Liying's Tenderness
Lin Lang naturally embraced Zhao Liying's soft, delicate body, his tone indifferent and somewhat nonchalant:
"It's nothing serious. There was some reckless guy who dared to blackmail me. I set him up and he got ten years in jail."
Zhao Liying raised her eyebrows upon hearing this, feeling quite relieved. She snuggled her head into Lin Lang's warm embrace again, acting softly and affectionately.
"Honey, I'm so glad you're alright. Those bad guys deserve to be taught a lesson."
Lin Lang gently stroked Zhao Liying's smooth hair with his fingertips, and softly coaxed her as he lowered his head:
"Honey, breakfast will get cold if you don't eat it soon. Try the Xianghe-style meat pie and donkey offal soup that I specially bought for you."
Zhao Liying pouted her pink lips slightly, looked up at Lin Lang, her eyes full of charming anticipation:
"Don't you want to give me a kiss as a reward before breakfast?"
Lin Lang chuckled softly, his chest vibrating slightly, his voice magnetic and alluring: "Alright, then let's kiss my darling wife first."
Having received permission, Zhao Liying immediately tiptoed and leaned forward slightly with her light body.
She raised her slender arms and wrapped them around Lin Lang's neck, presenting herself to him. Her pink lips were slightly pouting, conveying undisguised intimacy and invitation.
Lin Lang leaned down slightly and slowly approached. The next second, his warm lips gently covered Zhao Liying's delicate and soft red lips.
The initial touch was as light as a feather brushing against a petal, without any aggression, only a gentle and tender embrace.
Zhao Liying smiled sweetly and returned Lin Lang's kiss, her initiative tinged with a touch of coquettishness. Her arms, which were originally wrapped around Lin Lang's neck, tightened unconsciously, pressing herself even closer into his embrace.
Lin Lang sensed Zhao Liying's longing and deepened the sweet kiss.
Zhao Liying slowly closed her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, casting a ring of dappled shadows on her fair cheeks.
Her breath instantly became soft and warm, carrying the sweet and gentle scent unique to young girls, gently spraying onto Lin Lang's cheeks, lingering and stirring his heartstrings.
Lin Lang's hand slowly slid down from Zhao Liying's shoulder, gently supporting her slender lower back and holding her firmly in his arms, his movements incredibly tender.
Zhao Liying leaned into Lin Lang's arms, immersing herself in his love. A strong sense of happiness washed over her, making her feel as if she had the whole world with Lin Lang.
This kiss was no longer a fleeting, light touch, but a long, tender embrace filled with affection. The warm sensation spread from the lips, tracing every inch of the delicate skin, and slowly seeping into the heart.
Lin Lang kissed Zhao Liying very gently. He was so patient, and his tenderness was intoxicating, filling the air with a sweet and peaceful atmosphere.
Zhao Liying's body went slightly weak, and she leaned on Lin Lang as if relying on him, her heart pounding like a deer.
Her expression, which had been somewhat charming, was now completely one of bliss and peace.
Zhao Liying responded gently to this tenderness, her small gestures filled with unreserved trust and intimacy.
Her nose gently brushed against Lin Lang's cheek, feeling his clean and refreshing scent, melting away all her unease and anticipation in this tender touch.
Morning light streamed gently through the bedroom's sheer curtains, casting a warm golden halo on the floor that enveloped the two lovers in their sweet embrace.
The air was filled with the captivating scent of Zhao Liying's perfume, mingling with the crisp breeze blowing in from the window, creating a sweet and gentle fragrance throughout the room.
All the noise from the outside world seemed to be shut out from this gentle place.
Lin Lang, who was initially annoyed by Wang Biao's extortion incident, gradually forgot all his unhappiness in Zhao Liying's warm embrace, leaving only a longing for the soft warmth in her arms.
This kiss was like a spring breeze sweeping across a spring field, or like moonlight quietly flowing across a tranquil lake—exquisitely gentle and romantic to the extreme.
Lin Lang could feel the slightly flushed cheeks, trembling eyelashes, and her gradually quickening heartbeat of the person in his arms. All these details transformed into the softest warmth in his heart, flowing through his blood and throughout his body.
Zhao Liying was completely immersed in this pampering.
All her waiting and petty emotions vanished in that gentle kiss, leaving only a heart full of pride and sweetness, like being soaked in honey, trembling with sweetness and feeling warm and at peace.
It was a passionate and lingering kiss, as if it lasted for a century, yet it was never enough.
Zhao Liying returned Lin Lang's kiss with deep emotion, each kiss filled with undisguised affection.
Her breathing gradually became soft and even, and she felt as if she were wrapped in warm clouds. Her legs were a little weak, but she felt incredibly safe, as if all the storms in the world were irrelevant to her as long as she was in Lin Lang's arms.
After an unknown amount of time, the kiss gradually slowed down, eventually ending with a gentle touch on the lips.
The couple remained tightly embraced, their foreheads gently touching, their noses brushing together, their breaths mingling, their sweetness off the charts.
Zhao Liying slowly opened her hazy eyes, blushing and looking at Lin Lang with a playful stick-out smile.
As if he had a lingering ailment, whenever Lin Lang saw Zhao Liying sticking out her tongue and smiling sweetly, he would reflexively think of the Green and White Snake Demon sisters spitting out their tongues.
He gently stroked Zhao Liying's shoulder and coaxed her:
"Silly wife, I can hear your stomach rumbling. Kissing can't fill your stomach. Come and try the Xianghe meat pie and donkey offal soup I bought. Are they authentic?"
"Great! I'm really hungry!"
Zhao Liying linked arms with Lin Lang, her steps light and cheerful, like a contented little sparrow, as they walked together into the bright and cozy restaurant.
On the dining table, two exquisite insulated lunch boxes were placed quietly. As soon as they were opened, a rich and tempting aroma wafted out, instantly filling the entire dining room.
Zhao Liying's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Wow, it smells so good!"
Lin Lang turned to the side and gentlemanly pulled out the dining chair beside him, coaxing her with a tender tone that was both doting and playful: "Princess, please take a seat."
Zhao Liying chuckled and gently pushed Lin Lang towards the head seat, saying sweetly, "Husband, please take a seat!"
She insisted on pushing Lin Lang to the head of the table before she obediently pulled out the chair next to her, sat down gracefully, her eyes brimming with undisguised joy.
"Try it!" Lin Lang opened the packaging of a pair of disposable chopsticks and handed them to Zhao Liying.
She could no longer contain her anticipation. She eagerly took the chopsticks, aimed at the golden-brown Xianghe meat pie, and gently picked up a piece to put in her mouth.
As soon as she took a bite, Zhao Liying's eyes lit up instantly. She looked at Lin Lang with surprise and delight, her voice soft and satisfied:
"Wow! Honey, this meat pie you bought tastes just like the authentic Xianghe meat pie from our hometown! It's so delicious!"
Lin Lang also picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat pie, and tasted it.
The crispy outer crust has a slightly charred aroma. When you bite into it, the juicy and flavorful meat filling, mixed with the fresh aroma of scallions, spreads on your tongue. The meat is tender and not dry, and the crust is soft and chewy. Every bite is full of layers of flavor, fragrant but not greasy.
He nodded slightly and smiled in agreement: "Yes, it's quite delicious, the taste is really good!"
Zhao Liying ate with a smile on her face, then quickly picked up a small soup spoon, scooped up a spoonful of warm donkey offal soup, and put it in her mouth.
The broth is rich and flavorful, fresh without being fishy, and has a subtle peppery aroma that warms the stomach.
The donkey offal is cleaned until it is tender and soft, with a rich texture. Paired with refreshing cilantro and scallions, one bite is fresh, fragrant, and warming to the stomach, so comforting that you can't help but squint your eyes.
She drank several more spoonfuls, exclaiming happily, "Mmm, this is delicious too! It tastes exactly like the authentic donkey offal soup from my hometown!"
Looking at Zhao Liying's satisfied and adorable expression, Lin Lang's eyes were overflowing with doting affection as he softly said:
"I'm glad you like it. If you do, your husband will buy it for you again next time."
Zhao Liying immediately put down her spoon, leaned over and gently hugged Lin Lang's arm, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and said sweetly, "Thank you, husband!"
"Haha... Honey, hurry up and eat your breakfast. If you keep snuggling in my arms like this, I might just take you right here at the table!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Liying blushed and quickly let go of Lin Lang, making a cute face at him.
"What a scumbag husband! He's always thinking about those shameful things. I need to fill my stomach first!"
Zhao Liying shyly sat back down in her dining chair and began eating her breakfast in a cute and charming way. Her gaze remained fixed on Lin Lang, and she couldn't get enough of looking at him.
After the couple finished their sweet breakfast together, Lin Lang's impatient nature kicked in again.
His palms were warm, and with a gentle squeeze, he held Zhao Liying's soft little hand in his palm. With a hint of irrepressible doting and eagerness, he led her slowly away from the restaurant.
He pulled Zhao Liying forward, her cheeks already flushed with a light blush.
Her long eyelashes drooped, her eyes held an unconcealable shyness, and her steps were light and soft, as if she were walking on clouds, each step carrying a touch of flustered yet sweet joy.
She secretly glanced at Lin Lang beside her, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. Even though nothing had happened yet, her cheeks were already burning with embarrassment.
Her small hand unconsciously clenched back, letting Lin Lang lead her towards the bedroom bathed in morning light.
As soon as they stepped into the room, warm and soft light enveloped them, and the air was filled with a sweet and ambiguous atmosphere.
Lin Lang gently closed the door behind him, and the next second he reached out and pulled Zhao Liying into his arms, lowering his head to kiss her luscious red lips again.
This kiss was more passionately tender than the kiss before breakfast; it was unhurried yet possessed a power that could make one succumb.
Zhao Liying nestled shyly in Lin Lang's arms, letting him steal her breath. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had lost all her strength and could only cling to him.
Lin Lang embraced the warm body of Zhao Liying and led her step by step toward the soft bed.
In a romantic kiss, Lin Lang supported Zhao Liying's waist, letting her back sink gently into the fluffy bedding. Sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains, falling on Zhao Liying's flushed cheeks and outlining a gentle halo.
She stared at Lin Lang, who was looking down at her, with her wet eyes. She was too shy to look him in the eye, yet she couldn't bear to look away.
Her fingertips gently gripped the bed sheet, like a docile and delicate kitten, her shyness written all over her eyes.
Lin Lang lowered his head, his nose gently brushing against Zhao Liying's burning earlobe, his lips brushing against her cheek, and finally kissing her trembling lips.
Zhao Liying blushed and closed her hazy eyes, letting him do as he pleased...
The room was filled with ambiguity and tenderness. Time seemed to stand still, leaving only their burning heartbeats and their unconcealed affection.