A Mei felt incredibly helpless in the face of her husband's sudden impatience.
For once, A Mei remained silent, simply lying there obediently and letting An Sheng do as he pleased.
An Sheng had carried a wooden tray all the way over, and his palms were ice-cold. She hadn't felt it when he was untying her outer garments, and it was still bearable when he pinched her chin, but the moment his hands landed on the bare skin beneath her undergarments, A Mei couldn't help but shiver.
A Mei let out a soft moan, squirming slightly as she complained, "Mmm, Husband, it's so cold."
The icy palms then slipped behind A Mei's neck. Propping himself up on his elbows, An Sheng covered her entirely on the bed. He seemed to really like this confining posture, making it impossible for the person beneath him to struggle or escape.
But how could A Mei ever resist or try to escape her husband? Ultimately, this room wasn't as warm as their own home with its heated floors. As her final piece of underclothing was stripped away, A Mei, feeling the chill, burrowed straight into An Sheng's warm chest.
An Sheng pulled over the neatly folded quilt to cover them both.
A Mei couldn't help but mutter:
"Husband, this bed is so much harder than the one at home."
"The bed is so small, Husband, please be gentle."
"Husband, is this quilt clean? Has it been aired out in the sun?"
An Sheng: ...
Faint veins throbbed on An Sheng's forehead. He lowered his head again and blocked A Mei's small lips, kissing her until her head spun. Only then did he breathe out through gritted teeth between their intertwined lips, "Don't worry, it's clean. At a time like this, Madam shouldn't be asking so many questions."
As he spoke, his sharp teeth began to nip at A Mei's lips in a punishing manner.
A Mei shook her head slightly, her voice muffled, "Mmm... Husband... don't bite A Mei..."
An Sheng simply deepened the kiss. For a time, only the sound of heavy, sticky breathing remained in the room.
After a long while, A Mei whimpered and pushed against An Sheng's chest.
An Sheng finally let go of those ravished, red, and moist little lips. Then, amidst A Mei's soft gasp, he rolled her over. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, his large hands naturally grasping the softness of her chest, kneading and fondling. He pressed his forehead against her upper spine; his hot breath tickled A Mei's back, making her tremble slightly.
A Mei lay there on her stomach, panting softly, her entire body turning numb and tingly from her husband's kneading hands. She called out weakly, "Husband, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, I just want to kiss you more."
A Mei couldn't see her husband's expression, but she could hear that his voice was incredibly hoarse.
A Mei suddenly remembered something. Even though she was dying of embarrassment, she still blushed and whispered a reminder, "Husband, we didn't bring the box."
As soon as she finished speaking, warm, wet, and gentle kisses began to fall one by one down the back of her neck.
As An Sheng moved, he kissed the slightly protruding vertebrae on A Mei's back. The young woman's body was plump yet slender, and her waist was so narrow it felt as if he could wrap a single hand around it.
He licked her carefully, a dark tide surging in the depths of his eyes, restless and threatening like dark clouds bearing down on a city.
The wickedness and brutality in his eyes, along with that almost grotesque desire, poured out without restraint behind A Mei, where she couldn't see.
He licked the corner of his mouth and replied, "Don't worry, even without those external objects, I have plenty of ways to make Madam feel good."
"No, that's not it." A Mei trembled with shame and indignation. She tried to roll over but was trapped under her husband's weight and couldn't muster the strength. Left with no choice, she flusteredly explained in a soft, sweet voice, "What are you saying, Husband? It's not like A Mei insists on using them. No matter what Husband does, A Mei feels good. What A Mei meant was... ah..."
"Mmm... Husband, don't bite me..."
"Mmm... Husband, don't pin my arms down."
An Sheng suddenly revealed a somewhat wicked smile. "Be good, don't move around. This bed is small; if you keep moving, we'll fall off."
"Good A Mei, keep your voice down. This room isn't soundproof."
A Mei widened her eyes, complaining and acting spoiled with a pitiful look. "Mmm... Husband is bullying A Mei... Can we go home, please?"
"Once we are home, Husband can do whatever he wants."
An Sheng turned a deaf ear to her pleas, continuing his wicked deeds. "No, right here."
A Mei grew angry, and in her anger, she finally let out a soft, delicate scolding, "Husband is so annoying!"
"Be good, I will make it up to you later. I will absolutely let Madam beat or punish me however she pleases."
"Weren't you unsatisfied last night, Madam? Today, I will definitely serve Madam well and make sure you feel as good as you want."
A Mei: ...
...
...
... (Fade to black)
A Mei certainly felt good, but she was also driven to the brink of madness, and in the end, she fell into an exhausted sleep.
By the time An Sheng carried her back to the An Manor, the hour for dinner had already passed.
An Gui was waiting in front of the main hall and went up to greet them.
"What happened? Why are you back so late?" An Gui's gaze fell upon the unnaturally flushed, sleeping face in An Sheng's arms. A flash of worry crossed his face, and his brows furrowed deeply. "Is A Mei sick? She was perfectly fine when you left this morning. Did something happen in the palace?"
An Sheng's expression didn't change at all. "Don't worry, Godfather. A Mei is fine. She just got tired from going to the palace today and fell asleep in the carriage. I'll take her back to our room first."
Hearing An Sheng say this, An Gui felt relieved, though he couldn't help but mutter a few words, "A Mei's body is getting more and more delicate. In the past, she could be busy from morning till night, and I never saw her this tired. No wonder they say girls need to be pampered. Alright, seeing you two back puts my mind at ease. Hurry and carry her back to your room."
"Yes, Godfather."
