"Husband, did you say all of these were rewarded to me by His Majesty?"
A Mei stared at the table, which was overflowing with food boxes and various rewards, blinking her eyes in disbelief.
Upon receiving An Sheng's affirmative reply, her waist suddenly stopped aching, her legs were no longer weak, and her body was filled with energy. She immediately bounced up from the bed.
Don't blame A Mei for being so excited. Just a moment ago, her husband had said he was going to the palace to fetch her a couple of pastries from the imperial kitchen. She had been looking forward to and curious about the palace food. But what he brought back was truly quite a lot, not to mention it was personally bestowed by His Majesty.
An Sheng let out an exclamation of surprise and hurried forward to pull A Mei, who had just stepped off the bed onto the floor, into his arms. "Didn't you say you were feeling unwell? Why did you get out of bed? Hurry up and lie down. Whatever you want to see, I'll bring it over to you one by one."
"No need, no need, A Mei will look at them herself." A Mei twisted her body, trying to break free from her husband's embrace. Unable to dissuade her, An Sheng held her hand and led her to the table.
"Husband, what exactly did His Majesty reward us with?"
An Sheng's gaze fell upon the rewards, his face calm and unreadable. "I don't know either. Open them and see for yourself. Since they were bestowed by His Majesty, they certainly won't be bad."
A Mei opened them one by one, her bright, watery eyes gradually shining with delight. She couldn't help but praise, "His Majesty is truly generous."
An Sheng's lips curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He let out a soft chuckle, looking at A Mei with a thought-provoking gaze. "This is what you call generous? Look at how easily satisfied you are."
With that, An Sheng took out a piece of sweet steamed milk curd from the food box and personally fed it to A Mei's lips.
A Mei opened her mouth to eat it, her eyes curving into happy crescents. "It's delicious, so sweet. Husband, you should try some too."
An Sheng suddenly leaned in toward A Mei, his face close to hers. With a sweep of his tongue, he licked her rosy little lips, then carefully savored the taste and nodded. "Mhm, it is quite sweet."
A Mei froze, her face instantly flushing red.
An Sheng stared at A Mei's bright red face, feeling delighted, though his mouth said, "What is there to be shy about, blushing like this?"
A Mei's heart thumped wildly. She gave An Sheng a coy glare. "I can't control it either! It's all because you provoked me, and you even asked me on purpose. Hmph, you are the worst, Husband."
The smile on An Sheng's face deepened. He coaxed, "Yes, yes, yes, I am the worst."
A Mei pursed her lips, her face filled with shyness. She lowered her head in embarrassment, but couldn't resist looking up at An Sheng again.
When her eyes met his deep, affectionate gaze, she shyly looked away. But after a few breaths, she couldn't help but lift her eyes for another peek.
An Sheng's heart melted completely at A Mei's coy, tender, and shyly adorable little appearance.
Soon after, A Mei's fragrant and soft body voluntarily bumped into An Sheng's embrace, bumping straight into the depths of his heart.
In his arms, A Mei looked up, her moist eyes blinking as they met An Sheng's deep, dark eyes. Even though she was dying of shyness, she still couldn't help but confess her feelings to him. "But in my heart, I actually really like it. A Mei likes you the most, Husband."
"No matter what you do to me, Husband, I am willing."
An Sheng's heart exploded with joy. The corners of his mouth lifted in a smile he couldn't suppress. He pulled A Mei deeper into his arms, their faces close, noses touching. An Sheng slowly opened his mouth, speaking with a bewitching, coaxing tone, "Does A Mei mean that I can do whatever I want with you?"
His hot breath fanned across her flushed little face, bringing out a wave of tingling numbness and alluring charm. In An Sheng's eyes, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
A Mei's entire body went soft. Hearing these words, it felt as though a fire had shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, completely consuming her.
A Mei shot An Sheng a coy glance, the tips of her ears burning red. She looked up and asked delicately, "Then this 'whatever you want' that you mentioned, Husband, what exactly is it? Is it like last night?"
An Sheng lowered his eyes, staring at her unblinkingly. Even his breathing grew heavy. The depths of his dark eyes instantly became turbulent and overwhelming, like a fierce, greedy, and insatiable beast, truly terrifying and daunting.
An Sheng's chest felt like it was going to burst. A thrill of crimson excitement flashed in his eyes. He licked his dry lips, suppressed his surging desires, and asked in a hoarse, bewitching voice, "The way I treated you last night, did A Mei really like it?"
A Mei blinked, meeting his burning and frenzied gaze. Seeing that those narrow eyes reflected nothing but herself, her expression shifted from shy to earnest. She seemed to think about it with a bit of internal struggle, then gently nodded, her voice so soft it could barely be heard.
"Actually, whenever you show that uncontrollable, frantic side of yourself to me, Husband, I feel a sense of joy in my heart. I don't know how to describe that joy. It's just that whenever I think about how you lose control like that only for me, I feel an indescribable happiness."
"I have thought about it carefully. How is this not my own possessiveness over you, Husband?"
An Sheng remained silent for a long time, his eyes dark and obscure.
Finally, he let out a sigh.
"You." An Sheng suddenly reached out and tapped the tip of A Mei's little nose, the depths of his eyes once again covered with gentle and tender affection.
"My precious baby, you must know that your husband is a bad man. Giving yourself to me so unreservedly like this, aren't you afraid I'll go further and further, and truly bully you in the future?"
A Mei blinked and huffed as if it were a matter of course. "I'm not afraid at all. You have always doted on me the most, Husband."
As she spoke, A Mei opened her small mouth, lifting her chin toward the sweet steamed milk curd, her bright, watery eyes blinking at An Sheng in a clear hint.
An Sheng continued to feed A Mei, his movements extremely practiced and gentle.
A Mei ate happily, taking bite after bite.
An Sheng reached out a finger and gently poked her bulging cheek, his face full of doting indulgence. "Eat slowly, don't choke."
"Oh, this one looks delicious too. Feed me, Husband."
"Alright."
"Mhm, it's so good. And that one, let me try it."
"Okay, eat slowly. Have some water first."
"Mhm. Husband, open this one. Let me see what it is."
"Alright, but you can't eat too much. It will be hard to digest."
"It's fine, it's fine. A Mei has always had a big appetite."
An Sheng's eyes were full of gentleness and indulgence, mixed with a hint of helplessness. He simply picked A Mei up and sat her on his lap in the chair to make it easier for her to eat.
To A Mei, the palace pastries were exquisitely beautiful and novel. Especially since they were personally fed to her by her husband, she felt the sweetness in her mouth reach all the way to her heart. In the end, as expected, she ate too much...
An Sheng rubbed A Mei's little belly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Even he couldn't help but nag a couple of times, "Look at how easily satisfied you are. The dignified mistress of the An family, eating pastries until you're stuffed. I am a high-ranking court official with a massive estate; would I ever let you lack food or drink? If others knew, who knows whether they would laugh at you or laugh at me."
A Mei nestled embarrassedly in An Sheng's arms, rubbing her small face against his chest. "Who told you to bring back so much, Husband? I just wanted to taste all of them."
"Yes, it's all my fault."
"You are not allowed to talk about it anymore, Husband."
"Alright, I won't say anymore."
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