Prosecutor vs. Minister: A Battle of Wits-Chapter 109 - 107: If only time could last a little longer...

After getting drunk, Jiang Tong was also restless. She pressed against Bao Nan’s face, continuously nuzzling his lips with her nose, while her hands wandered everywhere.

Being approached this closely by the one he loved deeply, Bao Nan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his steps quickened.

By the time they returned to the cottage, Bao Nan was already burning all over, teased by Jiang Tong.

He was just about to gently lay her on the bed when unexpectedly, Jiang Tong exerted force in his arms.

Bao Nan ended up pressed against Jiang Tong, supporting himself with one hand.

Only a few centimeters away from Jiang Tong’s blushing face.

The two remained in this stalemate for a few minutes, Bao Nan’s scorching breath sprayed onto Jiang Tong’s face.

Even though she was drunk, this ticklish feeling still made her feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Tong turned her face slightly, frowned, and tried to reach out to push Bao Nan away.

Bao Nan was still in a daze, and being caught off guard by her push, he leaned backward onto the bed.

By the time he came to his senses, it was Jiang Tong straddling his waist.

The most important thing was.

She was still wriggling wildly until she rubbed against...

"Tongtong, stop wriggling."

Bao Nan said this through gritted teeth.

Jiang Tong couldn’t hear what he was saying. After feeling comfortable, she lay on his chest like a corpse.

"Tongtong, could you come down first?" He had to endure the discomfort in his body and patiently coax her.

Jiang Tong raised her flushed face and continued to murmur: "No, sweet baby wants to hold Nannan~"

Listening to her soft and tender voice, Bao Nan almost couldn’t hold back, his face turning even more ashen.

In such a situation, for a man almost thirty and full of youthful vigor,

it was simply torture, wasn’t it!?

Especially since this was his treasured girl whom he had loved for ten years.

Bao Nan’s face was stiff; he gently patted Jiang Tong’s back, biting his teeth softly, coaxing: "Then would sweet baby hold Nannan while sleeping?"

Jiang Tong pouted her red lips, resting her head on his neck, "Okay, sweet baby will be very obedient."

During that brief time, she had already exhausted herself, plus Bao Nan kept coaxing her.

So within a few minutes, Jiang Tong dozed off into a hazy sleep in his arms.

The torture was finally over.

Bao Nan took a deep breath, gently placed Jiang Tong on the bed, and covered her with the quilt.

Having done everything, he hurriedly ran to the bathroom to take a cold shower for ten minutes.

Only after suppressing the heat within did he finally return to the cottage at ease.

Looking at Jiang Tong sleeping like a dead pig on the bed, Bao Nan gave a helpless soft laugh.

In his hands was hot water he’d just prepared, using a towel to gently wipe her face.

Feeling the comfort of the warm water, Jiang Tong puckered her lips again and murmured a few times in her sleep.

Bao Nan continued laughing, the icy chill in his cold eyes seemingly melted by the warm sun, becoming dazzlingly bright.

After wiping her face, he lifted the quilt and got into bed, and Jiang Tong habitually burrowed into his embrace again.

Bao Nan sighed helplessly, wrapped his arms around her, his face full of doting affection.

The two lay silently on the bed.

He looked at Jiang Tong’s face with a bit of a daze, suddenly recalling what had just happened...

That version of Jiang Tong was what he had longed for all his life...

If only the moment could last a little longer...