WARNING! Tsundere President Chapter 285 - Don’t think about it

Chapter 285: Don’t think about it

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Hey!” Su Cheng spoke as if making a historical discovery, “You spoke, honey! You just spoke!” He laughed, “You have a beautiful voice! Forget about the dolls, how about your own album next week?”
“I said, shut it!” Lu Zhaoyang aggressively looked through the table and picked a greenish kumquat as her next ammo before she aimed it at his leg. Huo Yunting smiled as he stretched his back on the sofa, feeling proud of his girl.
That’s my girl. Avenge yourself, even if it’s at the cost of everything.
“Geez! Can you be more ladylike?”
“Sorry but my sister has a very bad temper. She clearly doesn’t belong in showbiz. Find somebody else please,” Huo Yunting took her back by her shoulders and gleefully said.
Lu Zhaoyang, as we all know, had been a rather docile and tolerant girl towards anything. But a lot of things had happened within the past 284 chapters. It was not surprising to see her blowing up upon a few teasing words from another man.
“No way! You knew nothing about showbiz, brother! Now I can confirm she has potential. Dominating, sassy lassies are the latest trend! Being straightforward will be her personality. Now with her beauty, oh the image. If she’s not on the headline of the next entertainment news, it’ll be unforgiving!” Su Cheng passed a naughty glance at Lu Zhaoyang, only to be fearsomely glared back by her. “Ahem, Brother Ting, regarding your sister…”
“She’s my sister AND also the head secretary of MY company. So, don’t even think about it, anymore!” Yunting finished the entire glass of juice and dragged the beauty away by her waist.
The gesture shocked the showbiz owner as his enlarged eyes blinked in disbelief, “What are you…”
“Any more funny words from you and you’ll see.” He turned his head and looked through Su Cheng, “Understand?” Su Cheng zipped his mouth and nodded.
Wowie, Brother Ting. I definitely understand…As authoritative as usual.
The door was slammed shut as Su Cheng gawked at the messy floor.
“The lion and lioness together. Phew, it’ll be hot every single day!” He exclaimed.
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The party might have come to a premature end but Huo Yunting was unexpectedly delighted especially when Lu Zhaoyang launched a kumquat at his friend. He could not stop giggling every few minutes that Lu Zhaoyang could not help but peer at him in annoyed confusion.
Surely the old lady was not pleased by their brief runaway that she frowned while waiting for them in the living room. But Huo Yunting was a sweet talker. He managed to wipe that scowl away after a few words.
They bade each other goodnight before heading to their respective rooms. Lu Zhaoyang changed into her pajamas and slept right away, knowing that was not the end of the night. Her intuition was right. 30 minutes later, she heard a thump on the balcony. It was Romeo coming for his Juliet again. She knew he would come so the window was not locked from the beginning.
She remained still in her bed, only to be surrounded by those warm hands again as the heat of his breath entangled her sensitive body. The hands rummaged about her bouncy pairs—it never happened before the last time he visited at night.
The devil was different tonight. The woman could tell. She could even feel his desire erupting from beneath.
“Don’t think about it,” she tightly grabbed his moving hands the moment they went under her shirt, “We aren’t having children this soon. I don’t have anything prepared.”
“I’ve bought everything,” replied Huo Yunting as he brandished a piece of rubber at his fingers before Lu Zhaoyang. He freed himself from the grip skilfully as he flipped her over and pressed her down. It was electrifying as she loved his captivating words crawling all over her body. In no time she was completely uncovered as she moaned for mercy.
When the man started undressing himself, she stood up and held his cheeks, “Noooooo—Please—do me a favor—hold it and we’ll do it once we get home. The room was not as secure as you think. People can hear us,” she whispered.
“There are only the two of us on this floor,” he lifted his face away, “So don’t hold back. Be my favorite tramp. The room is soundproof. Trust me, I’ve been here long enough.”
“What about the people downstairs…”
“Just try. Nobody will know.”