I woke up as the Villainous Empress
Chapter 243: Beg me, Fang Li.

Capturing Zheng Liang's spellbound gaze, Yang Ning couldn't help but chuckle. Gently brushing her lips against his, she nimbly moved to his ear, her warm breath tickling him as she whispered seductively, "Didn't I always say that patience has the sweetest rewards? So Zheng Liang…tell me, do you like the special... dessert I've arranged for you?"

The delicate words, paired with the heat of her breath, sent shivers down his spine.

While gazing into his eyes, seemingly innocently, Yang Ning tugged at the drawstring of his robe, causing it to fall open, revealing his chiseled chest. Feigning surprise, she gasped dramatically, "Oh dear, that wasn't intentional!" But her teasing smirk betrayed her.

Elevating herself on her tiptoes, she playfully nipped at his ear, her chilly fingers creating a tantalizing contrast as they glided over the warmth of his well-defined torso.

Zheng Liang's usual calm started to waver in the face of Yang Ning's enticing games. Each deliberate move on her part only stoked the growing flame inside him.

He had anticipated a surprise from her but never imagined it would be this bold and daring. Tonight, he witnessed an entirely new facet of his wife.

The sudden exposure of his chest and the cold, tantalizing touch of her fingers against his heated skin had a visceral effect on him. He could feel the rapid beat of his heart, its rhythm echoing in his ears. As she took his earlobe between her lips, a barely audible groan escaped him. His skin sizzled under her touch, making his grip on her waist tighten.

Finding his voice, though it was rough with pent-up desire, he murmured, "How can I distinguish whether the dessert that you have prepared is sweet or spicy? Shouldn't I taste it to confirm?" The fervor in his eyes was unmistakable as they locked onto hers.

Yang Ning paused, her eyebrows arching in intrigue.

Pulling back slightly, her gaze searched his, trying to read his thoughts. But before she could decipher them, Zheng Liang was feeling a newfound boldness and an impatience that wouldn't be denied any longer.

He didn't have her any chance to utter a word and firmly grasped the nape of her neck and drew her into a searing kiss, surrendering to the whirlpool of emotions and desires that had been building between them.

Taken by surprise by the unexpected kiss, Yang Ning initially hesitated. However, the intensity of the moment drew her in, making her yearn for more.

As Zheng Liang's lips met hers with a fervor she hadn't known before, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. The motion brought them closer, merging their forms so seamlessly that there was barely any space between them.

The kiss wasn't just a meeting of lips; it was an exchange of emotions, silent confessions whispered between heartbeats.

Zheng Liang's passion and urgency were evident, and in response, Yang Ning surrendered, allowing herself to get lost in the depth of their connection.

Every breath, every slight movement, brought forth waves of emotions, causing their hearts to synchronize in a rhythmic dance. The world seemed to blur and recede, leaving just the two of them in a huge world, their lives filled with warmth and intimacy.

The chamber echoed only with the sounds of their kisses and heavy breathing, a testament to the intensity of their emotions.

After directing the servants to their quarters and positioning the guards outside the dragon pavilion instead of the hallways, the vast pavilion stood silent with just the two of them inside.

This time, she wanted to make sure that there would be no interruptions to disturb their intimate moment.

Yang Ning hugged him closer and could distinctly hear the thud of Zheng Liang's heart, its pace conveying more than words ever could.

The heat emanating from his body enveloped her, creating a cocoon that made her feel cherished and desired.

As their kiss deepened, Yang Ning and Zheng Liang found themselves lost in the moment, unwilling to part.

However, Yang Ning's shorter stature presented a challenge as she tried to match Zheng Liang's height. To maintain the intensity and rhythm of their embrace and the passionate kiss, she had to stretch onto her tiptoes, causing her legs to tremble from the delicate balance and the powerful emotions coursing through her.

Sensing her difficulty, Zheng Liang let out a soft sound of frustration against her lips, expressing his yearning for the closeness to continue but also understanding her struggle.

In a swift and seamless motion, he slid one arm around her waist while using his other hand to support her, lifting her slightly off the ground.

Responding instinctively to his actions, Yang Ning secured her position by wrapping her legs around him, deepening their connection and ensuring their embrace and passionate kiss remained uninterrupted.

In the midst of their fervent kiss, Zheng Liang effortlessly carried Yang Ning toward the bed. The sensation of the soft bed beneath her elicited a sultry moan from her lips, causing Zheng Liang to momentarily pause their passionate exchange.

Her initial whimper of protest was quickly replaced by a seductive smile, as she found him assertively poised above her, his legs straddling each side of her.

Her cheeks flushed deeply at their intimate proximity. While they had shared kisses in the past, none had the fervor of this moment. Everything about it—the ambiance, the raw passion—felt more potent and consuming.

Catching his breath, Zheng Liang gazed down at Yang Ning. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded over the pristine bedsheet, and her delicate lace robe had slipped down her hands, revealing her luminous, jade-white shoulders and collarbone. The sight intensified the desire in his already smoldering eyes.

Her rosy, slightly swollen lips bore testament to their love and passion, and Zheng Liang couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the masterpiece he had created with his lips.

Seeing her in this state, Zheng Liang's heart swelled with profound affection and pride. Gazing deeply into the eyes of his wife, he tenderly brushed her soft, rosy cheek and said with a hoarse emotion, "Tonight, I've seen a new depth in our relationship, and I can't express how happy it makes me."

Yang Ning smiled gently, taking the hand he had on her face and holding it close. "No more words. Just be present and feel my love."

She hesitated for a beat, then added, "Don't call me Yang Ning, not in moments like this."

Zheng Liang's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why?" he murmured, genuinely puzzled.

Observing his perplexed expression, Yang Ning explained, "I have another name – Fang Li. In our intimate moments, I'd prefer that name."

The name Yang Ning, during such times, dampened the passion she felt. Although she had embraced him as her husband, she wished to do so not as Yang Ning, but as Fang Li. Even if her body bore the identity of Yang Ning, her soul resonated as Fang Li, a truth she couldn't ignore.

Zheng Liang looked confused but nodded. He noticed that for some reason she seemed to like the name 'Fang Li' more than 'Yang Ning'.

He gently touched her face, murmuring, "Fang Li..." as if testing the name on his lips. Seeing her lips curve into a smile at the new name, his eyes softened, and a genuine grin spread across his face, "Alright then. Fang Li it is."

Leaning in close, his breath warm against her ear, he teased, "So, Fang Li, shall we pick up where we left off?"

Pausing, he added provocatively, "Be certain. Once we cross this threshold, even if you wish it, I might not be able to halt."

Yang Ning let out a chuckle - her laughter, rich and sultry, echoed softly in the room. With a playful glint in her eyes, she grabbed the collar of his robe, pulling him down slightly to plant a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek. "Who's talking about stopping? Can you make good on your promise, or has it slipped your memory?" She gazed into his eyes, her challenge both teasing and inviting.

Zheng Liang's eyebrows shot up, the memory of that audacious promise he had made flashing in his mind — the vow he had voiced to make her beg for him after she had cheekily kicked him out of their chamber.

Chuckling at the realization that she hadn't forgotten, he quipped, "I always keep my promises. And about making you beg? Just wait and see." His playful tone was met with an intrigued lift of her eyebrows, a silent provocative challenge dancing in her eyes.