Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

Si Wan quickly found Gong Siming’s pajamas and walked back to the man.

When she tentatively called him, a flicker of solitude flashed across his face.

Even after Si Wan helped him put on the pants, he was still unresponsive.

For fear of touching Gong Siming’s wound, Si Wan gently nudged his arm.

With a flip of his hand, he pressed Si Wan’s head down until their lips and teeth met.

A flurry of passionate kisses eroded Si Wan’s consciousness.

She gripped hard on her pajamas and the bedsheet to retain her last glimmer of sobriety. But the overwhelming fervency consumed her.

She felt like she was sinking into the sea of flames, and she wanted to cry out loud, but the sweetness was so obsessive that she wouldn’t want to let it go.

Gong Siming acted more and more gently. The tip of his tongue slid across Si Wan’s lips. A silver string of saliva was left to moisten the corners of her lips.

Their lips and tongues entangled and brushed against each other. Like receiving an electric shock, Si Wan felt numb all over. The tingling sensation spread from the tip of her tongue to her fingertips.

Her breath became increasingly heavier. Following a zip, the pajamas on her body were removed, and slight chills brushed past her exposed skin. Gong Siming ran his slender fingers down her waist and back. Every now and then, his fingers would wander slowly or jump quickly. Either by design or accident, they would burst sparks of desire.

Every pore of her body quickly opened under the constant numbness. Si Wan couldn’t help wiggling with the tempo of his fingers.

This feeling hard to describe was addictive.

Fondling her soft and smooth skin, Gong Siming was anxiously to knead Si Wan’s body into his own immediately.

His piquant fingers kept wandering down her waist to her crotch.

Opening her eyes, Si Wan stared at the man in fright.

“No!”

Si Wan instantly pushed the horny man away and adjusted her clothes in an awkward predicament.

Tears trickled down from the corners of her eyes.

Gong Siming’s fire of desire was quenched instantly.

“I’m sorry, Wan!”

He reached out to grab Si Wan’s hand, but she dodged.

Left in the air, his hand knew nowhere to rest.

“Tonight, I’m taking the sofa.”

Turning around, Si Wan walked towards the sofa.

In a hurry, Gong Siming rose so fast as to pull his wound.

Noticing his movement, Si Wan hastened to support him.

Taking a helpless glance at the man, Si Wan propped him back to the bed.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

His grip was too tight to break free from.

“Wan, I swear, without your permission, I won’t touch you again!”

He was sincere to the utmost.

His glamorous face was filled with guilt.

The red-hot flush still lingered, and Si Wan looked even more enchanting.

Gong Siming reached out to press hard on his wound, hoping the pain could smother his rekindled desire.

This, of course, didn’t escape Si Wan’s eyes. She grabbed Gong Siming’s hand and still sounded captivating in her nasal tone.

“I trust you! Take a rest!”

After that, she lay quietly beside Gong Siming, but her posture was stiff.

He wanted to grab Si Wan’s hand but felt a shudder.

It was wise for him to stop there after holding her hand, and her stiff body gradually relaxed.

Soon the drowsiness got the better of Si Wan, and she fell asleep.

He ventured to tighten his grip but received no response.

In the darkness, his deep eyes, darker than the night, gleamed arresting brilliance like a ball of fire.

The fiery flame, bound to wipe out the darkness, was devoured in reverse. By the by, it became increasingly weaker until extinguished.

It was a peaceful night.

For days on end, they acted like an old married couple who would occasionally respect each other like guests, have fun together and live their lives peacefully or passionately.

They lived in their carefree world.

Si Wan carefully took care of Gong Siming’s needs. After the incident that night, Si Wan was no longer that shy. Occasionally she would make fun of Gong Siming and provoke him.

In the past few days, they had known one another better. Their former conservative manners had been long gone, and they became even more intimate than they were in their childhood.

Without doubt, Gong Siming was born to be an actor. His wound had healed, but he acted like a handicapped man who couldn’t take care of himself. Si Wan was even asked to feed him water.

She seemed quite used to the bossy and petulant man. She could handle most of his unreasonable demands with ease. Of course, she would make compromises most of the time.

From high above, the sun was scorching people in the street with its heat.

“Goddamn Gong Siming!”

Bathed in sweat, Si Wan stamped her feet angrily but soon regretted her curse.

This man insisted on having hotpot on such a hot day. The point was, it was hard to buy the ingredients in a foreign country. She nearly went to every supermarket in Country C and finally got all that he required ready.

The driver had long been waiting by the road. Thanks to him, Si Wan finally carried all the bags into the car.

Along the way, Si Wan kept expressing her gratitude, and the driver sent by Gong Siming felt flattered.

Gong Siming was unreasonably craving for hotpot before his recovery. At the thought of this, Si Wan just wanted to tie him up in bed.

Suddenly, Si Wan’s mind wandered. Various tantalizing images flashed by quite vividly.

It was all Gong Siming’s fault. After a few peaceful days with that pervert, she had almost been brainwashed, at least greatly influenced.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to restore her rational mind.

After they reached the hotel, Si Wan and the driver carried bags of ingredients upstairs.

She opened the door but found no one in the room.

At that moment, Si Wan suddenly felt sad. Gong Siming sent her away with the errand so that he could slip away.

Closing the door, she lay down blankly in Gong Siming’s position, and her tears of disappointment fell.

He had promised not to let her shed tears again, which was, in fact, a lie. Although she knew it well, she still chose to believe him.

The phone suddenly rang, and Si Wan took it up with excitement. But soon the last glimmer of hope in her eyes faded away because it was from Xiaoyu.

Wiping off her tears, she adjusted her voice and picked it up.

“Director Si, come to the venue in our hotel now, something serious happened!”

Just when she was about to ask about the details, Xiaoyu hung up directly!

Xiaoyu sounded over-excited, which made Si Wan’s heart skip a beat.

Even since she had come to the hotel, she had been peremptorily kept by Gong Siming’s side, and her work was left undone.

She patted herself on the head and blamed herself. Si Wan, you were here for work, but you had done nothing.

She didn’t have time to think about it. Despite her undried sweat, she rushed to the venue.

It was on the top floor, a place used to house grand banquets, evening parties, or launch events.

Si Wan hastily pushed open the gate but was stunned by what she saw.