Chapter 1868: Chapter 629: Controlling Anne, [Ganlu Spring Pot]_3

It was obvious that Anne had made perfect preparations for tonight’s "counterattack."

Tang Song’s gaze swept across this carefully arranged "hunting ground" and landed at once on Anne Kate, who was standing in the middle of the living room.

She was wearing a breathtaking black bodycon dress; the tight lace corset wrapped her proud curves perfectly, sequins at her waist glittered like stars, and beneath the high slit of the skirt were those long, shapely legs, similarly sheathed in black lace, hazy and half-revealed.

Her red lips blazed like fire, golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, and in her blue eyes burned the proud, queenly light of absolute confidence.

Her whole being exuded lethal allure—elegant and dangerous.

"Oh~~" Anne’s red lips curled into a teasing arc. "I thought you’d have to come up here in a wheelchair."

She walked toward him with a graceful catwalk stride, every step swaying with seductive poise and an unmistakable sense of pressure that brooked no argument.

Tang Song said nothing, simply watched her quietly.

Now that he was back at his peak, his aura was equally, shockingly powerful.

Anne stopped in front of him and extended her slender fingers, painted carmine red.

As if admiring a prize that was about to fall into her hands, she lightly, with a hint of provocation, traced them across his solid chest.

"I have to admit, your body is indeed very attractive to me." Her voice dropped low, carrying a lazy rasp, her breath warm as orchids as she said, "But the real war is just beginning. I hope you won’t surrender too quickly, and then..."

Her fingers slid to Tang Song’s lips, pressing down a little harder. "...end up only being able to use this to please me."

A dangerous light flashed in Tang Song’s eyes. "Looks like the lesson last time still wasn’t enough to teach you how to be an obedient mare."

Thinking of those two days back in Huaqiao City in Shanghai, Anne subconsciously licked her lips, a tremor in her heart.

She was just about to retort.

But her wrist was suddenly snatched up in a lightning grip by a strong, powerful hand.

The next second, an overwhelming force she couldn’t resist surged over her.

"Ah!"

Anne cried out in surprise, her balance instantly gone as Tang Song lifted her up roughly.

"You...!"

"Bang—" Tang Song slammed her down onto the soft wool carpet in the living room.

He looked down on her from above, his movements filled with a raw, straightforward sense of humiliation.

The intense rush of stimulation and shame flooded through Anne’s whole body in an instant.

"F**k, you bastard!" She couldn’t help cursing, angry flames blazing up in her blue eyes.

"Shut up."

......

The room filled with a mess of sounds.

"Oh my God! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"How is that possible?"

"No... you... you monster!"

Every bit of Anne’s resistance was crushed by him one by one, with even greater hardness and dominance.

Outside the window, thousands of lights glowed; beneath them, the carpet was soft yet seemed to stretch on without end.

Those proud ice-blue eyes were gradually veiled by a misty sheen.

...

The faint light of an early deep-autumn morning came through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It seeped into the living room, the kitchen, the entrance hall, the bedroom...

Scattered scraps of black sequined fabric reflected a weak gleam.

Anne lay there motionless, her golden hair spread out like seaweed, covering most of her pale face.

She parted her dry lips, as if wanting to say something.

But when her gaze met Tang Song’s mocking eyes, she chose to obediently shut her mouth.

The look she gave Tang Song was full of fear.

Only God knew what she had gone through over the course of that night.

What a freaking monster.

Then, her body suddenly lifted off the ground.

"Stop!" Anne let out a short, panicked scream.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m taking you to shower." Tang Song bent to her ear, his voice low and warm, carrying a tone that allowed no refusal.

The big foreign mare in his arms hadn’t yet come back to her senses before she was carried into the bathroom.

Amid rising steam, the warm water washed over her skin, bit by bit rinsing away the chaotic fear in her head.

Tang Song’s movements were very gentle, his fingertips sliding over her shoulders, her back, and her hair.

Gone was the sharp, aggressive force of last night; in its place was a kind of gentle soothing, tinged with possessiveness.

The contrast made Anne’s heartbeat grow even more erratic.

When they stepped out of the bathroom, he used a soft bath towel to carefully wipe the water from both their bodies.

Holding the limp, exhausted Anne in his arms, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Outside the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky over Yan City was already fully bright.

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, coating everything in the room with a hazy, tranquil halo.

Tang Song simply held her like that, and in the morning light, he studied the foreign mare in his arms seriously and carefully for the first time.

Anne’s features were the classic "strong-featured" type.

A full, high cranial vault, big eyes, and cool fair skin.

Her features had a lot of volume—full lips, straight high nose, extremely visually striking. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

But all that aggressive beauty was cleverly set into that small yet full face of hers; especially the slightly blunt lower half of her face, which to a great extent softened that sharpness.

Fashionable, bright, sexy, dignified...

All these seemingly contradictory qualities blended together perfectly in her.

Coupled with that devilish figure, like an ancient Greek sculpture, full of power and beauty...

He had to admit, human aesthetics were, to some extent, remarkably consistent.

To anyone, she would be an absolutely top-tier beauty.

Tang Song’s long fingers stroked her delicate cheek, from her smooth forehead down to her high, straight nose.

Finally, they came to rest on her swollen, reddened lips.

For the first time, his voice turned gentle. "Anne, you’re truly beautiful—addictive, even."