An Sheng simply washed A Mei completely clean from head to toe, and only then did the two of them dress warmly and return to their room.
It was bitterly cold outside in winter, but the bedroom was heated by the underfloor hypocaust. After a short while, A Mei began to feel hot. Since it was just her and her husband in the room anyway, she simply took off her outer garment, wearing only a lightly padded inner robe.
At this moment, she was sitting in An Sheng's lap, taking small sips of bird's nest soup.
A Mei was naturally petite and delicate. The snug inner robe accentuated her soft, feminine curves, and An Sheng could not bear to take his hands off her, gently stroking her slender waist through the fabric.
A Mei's nose was red, and her eyes were swollen. Before she had even finished half the bowl, she handed it back to An Sheng.
"Husband, A Mei doesn't want to drink anymore."
"Mm, if you don't want it, then don't drink it." An Sheng took the bowl, naturally brought it to his own lips, swallowed the rest in a few gulps, and casually set the empty bowl aside.
Perhaps because she had cried twice today and experienced too many emotional ups and downs, A Mei was a little exhausted. She leaned softly against An Sheng's shoulder, took one of his large hands, and playfully bent and straightened his fingers one by one. Then she raised her small face, her moist eyes blinking as they met An Sheng's gaze. "Husband, have you finished the task His Majesty gave you?"
"You were gone for so long, it must have been a very important matter, right?"
"What is it like at the border? A Mei has never been to such a faraway place."
"Will His Majesty reward you?"
"Will you have to travel so far away again in the future?"
An Sheng lowered his eyes and began to tell A Mei about it in a soft, gentle voice.
He spoke of the bitter cold at the border, where the freezing wind cut like a blade. He mentioned that while inspecting the troops, it was only thanks to the cloak A Mei had made with her own hands that he had barely managed to avoid freezing. A Mei felt both heartache and worry, along with a touch of relief. "You have suffered, Husband."
An Sheng chuckled. "Don't worry. Your husband has gained a lot this time; I am not tired at all."
A Mei murmured in acknowledgment, listening with a heart full of joy as An Sheng continued.
When he reached the end, An Sheng sighed. "In my early years, before my wings were fully grown, I had to tread carefully and walk on thin ice whenever things happened. Fortunately, my plans have been successful now. I've gained several major advantages and planted our people in crucial positions. From now on, I will naturally have even less to fear."
"At present, I hold heavy responsibilities in the imperial court and am highly valued by His Majesty. It is not because I am overly loyal or a flatterer, but because I can handle matters for His Majesty, do them well, and get them done!"
"In the future, unless there is a major event or a severe case in the court, it is unlikely that His Majesty will send me out of the capital. So, you can put your heart at ease. Moreover, I have promised you that I will never leave you behind alone again. Is that alright?"
A Mei listened earnestly, and finally, her face bloomed into a radiant smile. She reached out and softly wrapped her arms around An Sheng's neck. Her bright, sparkling eyes were filled with admiration and love. Pouting her small lips, she sweetly replied, "Okay. My husband is the most capable; of course, A Mei believes you."
An Sheng's breath hitched. He lowered his head and instantly captured those plump, moist little lips in his mouth.
A Mei was stunned for a moment, but then she willingly parted her lips, extending the tip of her tongue to entangle with An Sheng's.
At first, it was indeed a lingering and affectionate kiss. But gradually, An Sheng's kissing became increasingly rough and frantic.
"Mmph..."
A Mei began to feel overwhelmed. Her mouth was not only numb but also aching, and it became harder and harder to breathe. She pushed against An Sheng's chest, but he did not budge, so she pushed again with more force.
Finally, An Sheng ended the kiss. In his eyes was the passionate yet restrained look that A Mei was so familiar with. He panted, "A Mei, I have held back for a very long time."
Saying that, he directly scooped A Mei up in his arms and strode toward the bed.
A Mei let out a soft whimper, nestling into An Sheng's embrace, and mumbled, "Husband, kiss me a little gentler, it hurts a bit."
Just as she finished speaking, A Mei was pressed down onto the bed by An Sheng.
At this moment, An Sheng's eyes were dark and deep. His large hand pushed aside her inner robe, sliding up her smooth skin past her abdomen to cup those two tender mounds. An Sheng was panting heavily, his breath as scorching as fire.
A Mei let out a moan, an uncontrollable flush spreading across her cheeks. Her lips parted slightly, and her eyes grew misty and unfocused. Her breathing quickened, clearly showing that she was aroused as well.
An Sheng first pecked her moist lips, then urgently kissed her delicate neck, trailing downward to her collarbone, unable to resist leaving a few bright red marks on her skin.
Unable to bear it, A Mei shook her head while panting, her soft and sweet voice indescribably alluring. "Husband, do not kiss so hard."
The veins on An Sheng's forehead bulged as he completely tore open A Mei's clothes, exposing her soft, delicate body. His eyes surged with dark desires as he tried his best to restrain himself, the muscles in his face almost trembling. He parted his lips slightly, "Be good, I will try to be gentle."
"...Mmph..."
"...Husband... kiss here..."
"...Husband... here too..."
A Mei panted delicately. Suddenly, her husband, who had been kissing his way down, moved back up. Their noses touched, their breaths mingling. A Mei stared at her husband's eyes with a hazy gaze, feeling scalded by his deep and burning look. She moaned and spoke softly, "Why are you looking at A Mei like this, Husband?"
An Sheng looked at A Mei, his ink-black eyes churning with intense and maddening emotions. There was an inexplicably strange heat in them that made A Mei's entire body flush red.
An Sheng's large hands ignited fires all over her skin, his breath fanning across A Mei's face. "Good girl, very good, just like this. You must tell me if it feels good or not, and I will satisfy you."
"But you also have to satisfy me. Do not be afraid, I will control myself so I do not hurt you."
"Be good, do not bite your lip. Let it out."
"But try your best not to cry. If you cry, I am afraid I will not be able to hold back..."
A Mei: "...Mmph..."
.................. (Omitted, leave to imagination)
The sun had set. The two of them had tossed and turned all afternoon, and by now, A Mei had long since collapsed into an exhausted slumber.
A Mei was afraid of the dark and had gone to sleep early, so she was bound to wake up in the middle of the night. An Sheng got up and lit a long candle, then returned to the bed, pulling her fragrant and soft body into his embrace.
In her sleep, A Mei's face bore faint tear tracks, her small lips were red and swollen, and the love bites on her body were too numerous to count. She looked as if she had been thoroughly ravaged, appearing incredibly aggrieved and pitiful.
An Sheng's heart swelled with both love and tender pity. He pulled up the cotton quilt, wrapping her up carefully, and only then did he close his eyes in complete satisfaction.
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