When he finally heard A Mei's words clearly, An Sheng's eyes instantly changed.
He maintained his posture of looking back, freezing in place for a long time.
Thinking An Sheng had not heard her, A Mei took two small steps forward, pressing herself close to him. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she whispered into his ear once more, "Husband, I suddenly really want to kiss you. Can we go home now?"
As she spoke, she muttered softly, "There are so many people on the street, and it is so cold. Let's go home."
The sweet fragrance of A Mei's body drifted into his nose, enticing An Sheng's gaze to darken further and further.
He suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. Bending his head, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking a deep, deep breath before slowly exhaling.
An Sheng's hands began to tremble slightly, beyond his control. He could clearly feel the deep-seated violence and impulsiveness hidden beneath his restrained facade. A Mei's unconscious words and actions could always easily stir up his tyrannical, twisted desires and cruelty.
Without warning, and with effortless ease.
At this moment, A Mei was incredibly docile. She had no idea that she had inadvertently provoked her husband into a bloodthirsty beast about to break free from its cage. Instead, she affectionately rubbed her smooth cheek against his head and continued to whine coquettishly, "Husband, let's go, let's go, hurry up."
The next moment, the man's restrained and suppressed voice sounded, "A Mei, do not act like this in the future."
A Mei frowned in confusion. She blinked, not understanding what her husband meant at all, and then muttered righteously and matter-of-factly into his ear, "What do you mean? I just want to kiss my husband. Is there something wrong with that?"
Truly, seductive without even knowing it!
The more A Mei acted like this, the harder it was for An Sheng to restrain his overwhelming desire to destroy and possess. The more he fancied, the more he liked, the more he craved, the more he wanted to ruin. He had always been this kind of brutal and insane person.
An Sheng tried his best to hold back. He really wished he could swallow her whole, flesh, blood, and bones, bite by bite right then and there.
It seemed that other than this, there was no other way to soothe his possessive desire that was about to scorch and tear him apart.
...
A Mei got her wish and returned to the manor with An Sheng.
Entering the room, A Mei let out a sigh of relief. As she unfastened her clothes, she said, "It is still most comfortable at home. It is so warm."
A Mei placed her outer garment on the clothing rack, then turned around and quite naturally reached out to untie An Sheng's cloak, draping them together.
An Sheng dismissed the serving maids. Once the door was closed, he walked to the table, poured a cup of hot tea himself, and handed it to A Mei. "Here, drink some hot water."
A Mei held the teacup and took a small sip, then looked up at him with a bright smile. "Husband, it is so warm."
She set down the teacup and took the initiative to hold An Sheng's large hand. "Come, Husband, come sit here."
An Sheng allowed A Mei to lead him to a chair and sat down.
Just as he sat down, he felt a sudden weight on his lips. A Mei's small face pressed right up against his, kissing him.
It was just one kiss, and then A Mei took a step back, standing firmly in front of him. One sitting, one standing. A Mei looked charming and smiled as she playfully stuck out the tip of her little tongue at him. "I wanted to kiss you while we were outside. I finally got to do it."
An Sheng remained as unmoving as a mountain, his eyes dark and deep as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Is that it?"
A Mei blinked, then simply took a step forward, standing right between An Sheng's parted legs. She cupped his head, and An Sheng cooperatively tilted his head back. A Mei first kissed his eyes, then his nose, his cheeks, and finally those tightly pursed thin lips.
A Mei stuck out the wet tip of her tongue, tracing the outline of his lips while panting slightly as she asked, "Does Husband like it when A Mei does this?"
The corners of An Sheng's lips curled up, a brilliant smile suddenly entering his eyes. He opened his mouth and uttered a single word, "Yes."
A Mei pursed her lips to hold back a smile, a sly little sense of triumph in her eyes. In her heart, she was so happy that flowers were blooming one after another.
"As long as Husband likes it."
Suddenly, An Sheng's large hands gripped A Mei's slender waist, gently kneading and caressing it. The movement was both tender and brimming with lust.
A Mei shuddered all over, her legs going so weak she could barely stand. An Sheng reached out and effortlessly scooped her into his embrace.
A Mei simply plopped down onto An Sheng's lap. The next moment, her tender, soft breasts were squeezed with a bit of force by An Sheng's palm.
"Mmm, Husband, what are you doing?" A Mei hummed, biting her lip. She seemed to be complaining, but it sounded more like coquettish whining. "Why are you pinching me?"
An Sheng's breathing had long since grown ragged. He gritted his teeth and said, "I have found that you are getting better and better at this seductive game."
A Mei gave a delicate hmph, her watery eyes full of innocence. "I am not. Husband is wronging me."
As she spoke, her eyes darted around as she caught on. Her heart melted instantly, and a sweet smile reappeared on her lips. She said gleefully, "I know now. When Husband says I am seductive, you clearly mean that I am seducing you, right?"
An Sheng suddenly gathered her closer, lowering his head to bite her plump little lips, giving her an almost suffocating wet kiss. Finally letting go, he moved his lips to her ear, panting as he ground his teeth and whispered, "Mhm, you are indeed seducing me."
With that, An Sheng picked her up directly and strode toward the bed.
Given the situation, how could A Mei not understand what was happening? She naturally liked being intimate with her husband, but tonight was not the time. As soon as she was tossed onto the bed, she took advantage of the moment An Sheng was untying his clothes to roll over and scramble up. "Ah, Husband, wait a minute."
An Sheng's hands paused on his belt, and he raised an eyebrow.
A Mei shook her head like a rattle drum. "No, no, Husband, we still have to stay up for New Year's Eve later."
An Sheng could not care less about such things. He immediately let out a scoffing laugh. "What staying up for New Year's Eve? How could that be more important than our intimacy?"
Saying this, he pinned her beneath him once again, and an overwhelming barrage of kisses immediately rained down upon her.
A Mei was momentarily kissed into a daze, but she still insisted, "I want to stay up. I want to pray for my husband to live a long life, and for our An family to ward off evil and avoid disasters in the new year."
An Sheng undid her messy clothes, kissing her while coaxing, "Alright, it is still early. We will be quick, and then we can get up to stay up for the new year."
A Mei quickly accepted his reasoning. She immediately hugged the head that was nibbling at her chest, letting out unbearable, delicate pants. She said obediently, "Mhm, let us be quick then. Husband, remember to be gentle. After tossing and turning like that last night, my body is still a bit tired. I will not be able to handle it if it takes too long today."
"Alright, I will be gentle."
"Husband, do not use those things anymore."
"Alright, I will not use them."
"Ah... mm... Husband, do not only focus on me. You should feel good first."
"That will not do. I want both of us to feel good."
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