The CEO's Wife Is A Demon God's Daughter

Tristan was totally wasted. He felt like the earth was rocking beneath him, his mind drifting in and out like a tide. He was struggling to keep his balance.

Fortunately, Matthew was there to guide him. Tristan kept pushing Matthew, insisting that he could walk alone. But Matthew didn't release him as he kept holding him, trying to steady Tristan's footing.

Finally, they made their way clumsily into Tristan's room. He collapsed onto the bed as soon as Matthew released him.

"You reek of alcohol!" Matthew complained while looking helplessly at Tristan.

Tristan was chuckling like crazy. He was slurring his words and talking senseless.

Then Zhen-Zhen entered the room, she was following them behind. She was observing Tristan curiously.

"What happened to him, Matthew?" Zhen-Zhen asked him innocently.

Matthew heaved an exhausted sigh and responded. "He's drunk. He was intoxicated by drinking too much alcohol."

"Lillie, can you please watch over Tristan? I will just cook hangover soup and get some warm water. I have to clean and wipe this drunkard. He stinks!" Matthew lamented at her.

Zhen-Zhen just smiled and nodded at him. Soon, Matthew left them and went outside going to the kitchen.

Zhen-Zhen moved closer to Tristan's bed. He was lying near the edge of the bed, just one roll, and Tristan would fall off the bed.

She kneeled on the floor near the bed, facing Tristan. She rested her elbows on the top of the bed and cupped her chin in her hands. Her clear blue eyes were fixed on Tristan's face.

She watched the rosiness of his cheeks. Zhen-Zhen suddenly giggled, "Tristan, your face is so red like a tomato but still you are handsome."

When Tristan heard her giggle and her angelic voice, he turned to the side so that he was now facing her.

His vision wavered but still, he could see her. He smiled like a fool and said, "Hello, Zhen-Zhen," then he chuckled again. "Oops, my bad… I almost forgot you're Lillie now. Hehe."

Zhen- Zhen moved her face closer to Tristan, then she tried to touch his reddened cheek, gently tapping it using her finger.

"Tristan… your face is so warm."

Tristan chuckled once again. He caught her hand which was touching his cheeks. Suddenly, Zhen- Zhen felt something was off about him.

She frowned, "Tristan, why are you laughing even though you are sad? I can feel it. You are in pain, right now."

In his drunken state, Tristan could still absorb her words. He was a little bit surprised that she could sense his sadness.

'Is that one of her superpowers as a demon god's daughter?'

Tristan chuckled again. "Hey, my Zhen-Zhen. You will be my wife, right?"

Zhen-Zhen bobbed her head as a response.

"Are you willing to make me happy?" Tristan asked her again like a child who needed assurance from his Mom.

"Yes," Zhen-Zhen replied cheerfully.

"Good… Can you make me happy now? Because I am sad… I am hurting here." Tristan pointed his chest where his heart was beating.

She could see it in his eyes… his pain.

"Yes… I know. I can see it. I can feel it. What do you want me to do, Tristan? Just tell me."

Tristan's lips turned up into a satisfied smile after hearing that.

"It's just simple Zhen-Zhen. Just fulfill all my wishes and obey what I will say to you."

Zhen-Zhen flashed her charming smile and said "Yes, I will do that. It's our deal. It's also my duty as your wife."

Tristan brought his arm to her head, stroking her hair. "Good… you remember everything I taught you."

"Zhen-Zhen, make me happy. Come closer… and kiss me." Tristan said, commanding her.

"Kiss you," she mumbled, finding the right thing to do in her mind.

After a few seconds, she leaned closer to Tristan as she lowered her head to his. She pressed her delicate warm lips into his cold lips. After a while, she drew back.

"Are you happy now, Tristan?"

Tristan shook his head and pouted.

"No! Zhen-Zhen, that one could not be considered as a kiss! You just pressed your lips into mine." He complained to her exasperatedly.

,m Zhen-Zhen looked down. She somehow felt sad. Tristan didn't like it and he sounded disappointed.

"I am sorry, Tristan. I didn't know how to do it right."

Tristan felt like sobering up seeing her sad face. "Hey… hey… don't be sad. I am not scolding you."

"Come here… I'll teach you. Just follow my lead and mimic my movement." Tristan said softly.

Zhen-Zhen obediently complied as she brought her face closer to him once again.

Tristan held her face then he began to kiss her. His lips nibbled on her lower lip then gently sucking it. After that, he moved on her upper lip, doing the same thing he did on her lower lip.

"Zhen-Zhen, slightly open your mouth," he said.

She followed his instruction. She was absorbing and feeling all his movements, registering them in her mind.

When she parted her lips, Tristan's tongue explored her inside. He was tasting her. Then he found her soft tongue. He was licking it with his own.

After a while, Zhen-Zhen's tongue began to move, mimicking Tristan's action. Then their tongues began to wrestle inside her mouth. She could taste the rum- both the bitter and sweet taste of his tongue.

Tristan pulled her head closer as he deepened the kiss. Zhen-Zhen responded and returned his kiss with equal intensity as his. 'D@mn, she's a fast learner.'

After a while, they broke the kiss to gasp some air. Zhen-Zhen's blue eyes were looking at him with amusement. She liked it. She liked the feeling of kissing him. Her face was blushing, her heart fluttering. She liked this unfamiliar and unknown feeling.

"You are so beautiful." Tristan blurted out randomly while staring at Zhen-Zhen's face.

"Do you really want to make me happy?" Tristan asked her again.

"Yes… I want to make you happy."

Tristan chuckled like a fool once again.

"Then, fulfill my first wish."

"Ok, just tell me."

"Seduce my brother… make him fall for you… so that I can have Hannah."

That's the time Matthew entered the room, holding a towel and a small basin containing warm water. He overheard them.

"Hey, Tristan! Stop that nonsense!" Matthew scolded him right away then he turned to Zhen-Zhen. "Lillie, don't listen to him! He is just spouting nonsense because he is drunk right now. Go to your room now and rest. I will take care of this drunkard."

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