The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

"Hey?"

I got bumped and it hurt a bit. The skin wasn't broken, but there was a red mark left.

The red marks on the bare ankles were very eye-catching against the snow-white skin.

Song Mu's eyes darkened as he looked at Tang Tang's ankle, and there seemed to be a hint of repressed emotions in his dark pupils.

He reached out and grasped Tang Tang's ankle, lowered his head and carefully examined it, rubbed it gently with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt? Fortunately, the skin is not broken."

"A little bit," Tang Tang blinked, "It's okay."

Song Mu shook his head, raised his hand to sweep the messy parts aside, then stood up holding Tang Tang.

He had strong arms and solid muscles. He was able to hold Tang Tang in his arms with one hand, holding her steadily.

Tang Tang suddenly rose into the air, not too scared, and put his arms around Song Mu's neck, smiling as he gently hooked him with his foot.

"What are you standing up for?"

Song Mu held Tang Tang and stood up and walked a few steps, explaining as he walked, "There are too many things. It's not safe. Don't sit here. Go to the sofa."

Tang Tang patted him, and his hand happened to be pressing on his shoulder blade. The muscles there were very hard and hot, and it felt quite powerful when pressed.

But when he got to Song Mu, Tang Tang couldn't help but play a trick on him.

So she said directly and crisply, "But I don't want to go to the sofa."

Song Mu stopped walking and stood there holding Tang Tang.

He held the person in his arms, and Tang Tang sat on one of his strong forearms, so the two were very close.

Song Mu only needed to lower his head slightly to feel Tang Tang's breath.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Tang Tang, and then slowly said, "Where do you want to go?"

Tang Tang said directly and shamelessly, "Look here...where else can you put me?"

In fact, there are many places where Tang Tang can be put down.

On a table, on a recliner, even in the sink or bathtub.

But these places were a bit improper, so Song Mu passed them all in a flash.

He paused for a few seconds and suddenly asked, "Does all the time now belong to me?"

Tang Tang smiled and raised her hand to continue touching his chin, feeling the hard bones. She said, "Yes, is there anything you want to do?"

Song Mu's words were powerful, steady and low, "You."

"What?" Tang Tang blinked, thinking he had misheard.

As a result, she heard the calm and taciturn big dog continue to speak wildly, and repeated in his very serious tone, "Want to do it, you."

Hey!

You dog usually doesn't open your mouth, but when you do, you open it so wide?

Tang Tang was amused. She changed her hand from touching Song Mu's chin to pinching his chin and looking at it carefully.

She sat on Song Mu's arm, her long legs swinging back and forth, and she would deliberately kick Song Mu lightly from time to time.

Song Mu had thick skin and strong muscles, so he couldn't feel any force from the two kicks from Tang Tang.

She teased, "Now you know how to talk, Boss Song."

Song Mu's dark eyes were filled with a smile. He reached out and held Tang Tang's dangling legs, holding her in his arms, and then said, "I don't want to go to the sofa... Can you stay here forever?"

Tang Tang paused for a moment, suspecting that she was overthinking, and couldn't help but ask, "Where?"

Song Mu was very calm, "Here, in my arms, can I hold you forever?"

He lowered his head and said politely, "Can I kiss you? Do you want to do it? Can I hold you and do it?"

Tang Tang looked up at him. Song Mu had regular facial features, deep and handsome eyebrows, dark eyes and a high nose bridge.

She suddenly remembered a video she had watched somewhere in her previous life, in which the comment section said that a man with a high nose bridge proved... to have strong sexual abilities.

Tang Tang didn't expect that the big dog Song Mu would be so... unexpected today.

So she raised her head, buried her face directly in Song Mu's shoulder, and then opened her mouth and bit him.

Hmm...Song Mu's shoulder muscles are also very strong.

When she bit down, she could feel the muscles on Song Mu's shoulders tense up reflexively as if being attacked, and then, realizing that it was Tang Tang biting him, they deliberately relaxed.

Tang Tang didn't hold back either. The bite was very deep. There was no bleeding, but the pain was real.

However, Song Mu held Tang Tang's arm.

Still. Just very steady, and so was the other hand that was around her leg, but a little more aggressive.

The pain seemed to arouse another side of Song Mu hidden under his calm appearance. Under his hands that were holding Tang Tang's, his skin was smooth and delicate.

Song Mu's palm slid subconsciously, as if he wanted to put his palm into a more ambiguous place.

Tang Tang felt his eagerness and let go of the shoulder where she had bitten a tooth mark.

I was chewing it through my clothes, so I couldn’t see my masterpiece clearly.

So she poked the wet patch of fabric with her fingertips and said, "I want to see!"

Upon hearing this, Song Mu bent down, as if he wanted to put her down so that he could take off his clothes.

But Tang Tang pulled at his collar again, deliberately teasing him, "You are not allowed to put it down? Didn't you say you wanted to hold it all the time?"

She liked to see this big, silent dog being both obedient and disobedient.

Song Mu straightened up again after hearing that, and uttered a low "hmm" from his throat, as if he agreed.

What then?

Before Tang Tang could say anything, he felt Song Mu's hand around his leg suddenly loosen, and was raised to his collar.

The black short-sleeved shirt he was wearing was not particularly thin, but the next moment Song Mu exerted a little force, and the whole shirt was torn open with a tearing sound.

Tang Tang stared at the torn seam in the clothes. The fabric slowly shredded. She also saw the teeth marks of her masterpiece on the shoulder, and the muscles undulating under Song Mu's clothes...

Perhaps because Song Mu's expression was stable and his temperament was calm, this action did not seem greasy at all, only with a hint of suppressed desire.

Tang Tang said, "How fierce."

Song Mu panted lightly, but did not put her down. Instead, he reached out and lifted up her skirt under Tang Tang's teasing gaze...

……

"Is it finally my turn?"

Wang Feiyan jumped over the moment Tang Tang arrived, then hugged him and pressed him directly onto the carpet.

He whined like a puppy marking his territory, and sniffed Tang Tang, then said, "Did they feed you enough? It's much more fun to be with them, isn't it?"

Tang Tang reached out and pressed the back of Wang Feiyan's head, patting him twice like patting a dog, and then said in a very subtle tone, "How could it be, who can be more interesting than you."

After all, Wang Feiyan's train of thought is sometimes really amazing, and even Tang Tang occasionally feels inferior to him.

She touched Wang Feiyan's hair twice and suddenly said, "Last time I said I would let you wear a little skirt, why don't you wear it for me now?"

Wang Feiyan was stunned for a moment, then he stood up suddenly. Looking at Tang Tang's expectant expression, he couldn't help blushing and stammered, "Where are the skirts on the plane..."