"Husband, come with me." A Mei took An Sheng by the hand and led him to the study.
Then, she proudly brought out the homework she had done recently to show him.
There was a small stack of calligraphy practice sheets alone. An Sheng looked through them one by one, his lowered eyes filled with absolute patience and gentleness.
Counting on her fingers, A Mei said, "I read the Analects, policy essays, the Records of the Three Kingdoms, and some other books. I read a lot."
"Hmm, very good. You've made a lot of progress. I can tell you've been working hard while I was away."
A Mei raised her brows high, looking a little smug, and said happily, "Of course, Husband. I studied hard every single day."
An Sheng set down the papers in his hand, reached out, and pulled A Mei into his arms. His large hand caressed her small hands. A Mei's skin had been nourished to become increasingly delicate; it felt incredibly comforting to the touch, as if he could never get enough of it.
At first, A Mei didn't think much of it, but as time passed, the caresses made her hands and her heart tingle. She tried to pull her hand back, her small face flushing red, and she whined coquettishly, "Husband, don't always touch me."
Her words made An Sheng want to laugh, but he also felt a sense of helplessness. He was obviously a eunuch, yet he didn't know since when he had become so lustful when facing his own wife.
He thought about it seriously and eventually attributed it to his paranoid possessiveness over A Mei.
"Why can't I touch you?" An Sheng's eyes held a domineering desire for exclusivity as he spoke lightly, "You are mine from head to toe. Naturally, I can touch you whenever I want."
Those words... A Mei found the embarrassment unbearable. She looked around, terrified of being seen. "Then, then let's go back to our room and..."
Looking at A Mei's charming, half-yielding demeanor, An Sheng immediately felt the urge to tease her. A wicked smile touched his lips. "No, I want to touch you right now."
With that, An Sheng simply let go of her small hand. The large hand resting on her waist lifted the thick hem of her clothes, sliding directly from her slender waist to her smooth, flat stomach.
"You!" A Mei stiffened at first, her face turning red again. She glared at him with watery eyes and twisted her body, but An Sheng held her firmly in his embrace, leaving her almost completely immobilized.
Only then did she remember to press down on the large hand wreaking havoc inside her clothes. She whispered in a flustered, coquettish tone, "Ah, Husband! There are maids outside. You just asked someone to bring tea, they're going to... Mmh..."
Before A Mei could finish speaking, her breath was swallowed. It was an urgent and wild kiss that left no room to think, overwhelming her entirely and drowning her in its intensity.
Finally, A Mei's eyes grew wet from the deprivation. Unable to breathe, she couldn't help but clench her fists and beat against An Sheng's chest. Only then did he return her breath to her.
Unsurprisingly, A Mei's lips were swollen, sporting an unnatural flush, and the corners of her mouth tipped up slightly as if begging for another kiss.
A Mei panted for quite a while before looking up to shoot An Sheng a wronged, resentful glare. With the corners of her eyes tinted red as if dusted with rouge, the look was impossibly captivating and uniquely seductive.
An Sheng's eyes darkened, and his breathing grew a bit heavier. His large hand kneaded her stomach twice before he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "What are you afraid of? When I am being intimate with my wife, what blind dog of a servant would dare to interrupt!"
A Mei widened her eyes. While her heart felt sweet, she also felt her husband was both overbearing and a little excessive. Right now, her lips felt numb; she knew without a doubt they had to be swollen.
The thought of going to eat later and being seen by her godfather and father made her want to sink into the floor from embarrassment.
Hmph, it was all her husband's fault!
That was what A Mei thought in her heart.
Suddenly, A Mei's eyes darted around, and she leaned softly against An Sheng's chest. Her watery eyes trembled slightly as she called out to him in a delicate, sweet voice, "Husband, Husband."
An Sheng took in A Mei's expression, feeling his heart skip a beat at her allure. He couldn't help but respond, "Hmm?"
He saw her charming face clearly flushed with shyness, her bright eyes misty with moisture. She was obviously mortified, yet she looked at him earnestly and spoke coquettishly, word by word: "Husband is right. I belong to you from head to toe, so naturally you can touch me however you want. I am happy about it in my heart. However, Husband also belongs to me from head to toe. I want to touch you now too. Will you let me touch you?"
Even someone as calm as An Sheng couldn't help but freeze upon hearing this.
Before he could overthink it, those soft little hands slipped nimbly under the hem of his clothes.
A Mei knew her husband pampered her, so she had grown quite bold. Although she asked, she had no intention of waiting for An Sheng's answer. She immediately reached in and mimicked An Sheng's actions, caressing his waist, chest, and abdomen.
It wasn't like the scrubbing when they bathed together previously, but a true caress.
As she touched him, she began to murmur:
"Husband, you are so hot."
"Husband, why is your chest getting harder the more I touch it? Is this the bare muscle of a martial artist like the books describe? It feels so powerful."
"Husband, don't be so stiff. Relax a little."
"Husband, why aren't you moving? Why don't you touch me again? I really love being intimate with you like this. Even though we've consummated our marriage many times and you've kissed and touched me so often, I still love it so much. It's as if I would never get tired of it, even after countless times..."
"Husband..."
"Eh, Husband, why aren't you speaking?"
An Sheng finally moved. His entire body was taut, his teeth trembling slightly, and monstrous waves surged in the depths of his eyes. He lowered his gaze, slowly grasped A Mei's small hands to pull them away from his body, brought them to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss on the smooth back of her hand.
His voice was suddenly tinged with hoarseness. "You are right. I am naturally yours as well. You may do whatever you wish."
He then asked, "Are you hungry? Shall we go eat first?"
An Sheng appeared far too calm. Completely oblivious, A Mei answered obediently, "I'm alright, not really hungry. I don't want to eat right now."
Suddenly thinking of something, A Mei added, "Let's have the servants send a message to Godfather and the others later, telling them not to wait for us for dinner. We will eat later."
"Very well." An Sheng nodded slowly, then flashed A Mei a curved smile. However, this smile... how should one put it? If one had to describe it, it could be called harmless, yet using such a word on An Sheng seemed incredibly eerie.
"Come, A Mei. Return to our room with me. I have something to discuss with you."
A Mei let out an obedient sound of agreement and said, "Then wait for me a moment, Husband."
A Mei nimbly tidied up the calligraphy sheets and books on the desk and placed them on the bookshelf on the other side. Once she was done, she trotted over to An Sheng's side with a clatter of her footsteps.
"Alright, Husband, let's go."
An Sheng took A Mei's small hand and walked steadily outside.
Just as the two stepped out the door, a sudden, sharp cracking sound echoed through the quiet study. It turned out that the floor where An Sheng had just been standing had been shattered to pieces by his internal energy.
Faintly, A Mei's voice could still be heard from inside the room.
"Huh, Husband, what was that sound just now?"
The man's calm voice replied, "It was nothing."
"Oh, Husband, what is it exactly that we had to come back to our room to talk about? Couldn't we just say it out there?"
"No."
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