An Sheng's words made A Mei feel a bit heavy-hearted.
Her small face immediately wrinkled in a frown. Already nestled in An Sheng's embrace, she reached out and poked his chest, then poked it again. Looking up at him with a reproachful glare, she said, Husband, what is all this talk about dying? Do not always keep it on your lips. I do not like hearing it.
An Sheng caught the small hand against his chest, interlacing their fingers with a look of absolute indulgence. Alright, if my wife does not like it, I will not say it.
A Mei gave a soft hum of agreement.
Rumble!
At that moment, another clap of thunder echoed across the sky. A Mei shrank back in his arms. An Sheng's brows furrowed slightly as his large hand slowly stroked up and down her back. What is wrong? Afraid of the thunder?
A Mei hummed, but then shook her head slightly. I was not afraid before. Ever since Mother passed away, I have become afraid of everything.
As she spoke, she began to count earnestly on her fingers. Afraid of the dark, afraid of thunder, and afraid of going hungry.
A deep, intense ache of affection flashed through An Sheng's eyes.
Suddenly, A Mei tilted her face up to An Sheng with a bright smile. Intimate and reliant, she said softly, But, with my husband here, I am not afraid of anything anymore.
I am the easiest to satisfy. Do you not agree, Husband?
An Sheng reminisced for a moment before letting out a low chuckle. That is true. I remember when you first married me, you were perfectly satisfied just having enough to eat and warm clothes to wear.
A Mei's small face flushed with embarrassment, and she pouted her little mouth.
Oh, Husband, stop bringing up the past. I am not the same as I was back then.
How are you different?
A Mei huffed. When I first married you, I thought I would be happy just being fed and clothed, and serving you and godfather well. Back then, I only hoped that you would not beat or scold me, and that was enough.
The hand stroking A Mei's back paused slightly. And now?
A sweet smile irresistibly curved A Mei's lips. Now, naturally, I want to be with my husband every day. I want us to be this intimate and loving every single day. You treat me well, and I treat you well. Only then will I be satisfied.
An Sheng lowered his head, meeting a pair of eyes brimming with surging affection. They revealed a touch of naive honesty, but mostly an overwhelming love that An Sheng found nearly impossible to resist.
With her soft and delicate body in his arms, his every breath was filled with her unique, feminine fragrance. It tugged at him, plucking the heartstrings that already trembled for her.
An Sheng's eyes suddenly darkened, emotions churning in their depths, and his breathing grew heavy.
Let alone A Mei wanting it, how could he not want it too?
At this moment, A Mei could not help but cling to him again. She gently rubbed the tip of her nose against An Sheng's cheek, then pouted her small lips, tilted her chin up, and pressed a soft touch against the corner of An Sheng's mouth.
Husband, kiss me again. Dissatisfied with An Sheng's fleeting kiss from earlier, A Mei whined coquettishly and simply took the initiative.
An Sheng responded with a passionate, suffocatingly wet kiss, not stopping until A Mei was robbed of her breath and began to let out low whimpers, unable to take it anymore.
Only then did An Sheng end the kiss, following it with gentle caresses.
A Mei's flushed little face took on the hazy look of desire that An Sheng was so familiar with, soft, adorable, and extremely seductive.
An Sheng could never resist this clash of innocence and charm in her. Remembering the state of A Mei's body, he forcibly suppressed his erupting lust. Even though he had to grit his teeth to endure it, he still coaxed her gently, Stop tempting me. Be good and wait one more day. Tomorrow, I will surely love you properly.
A Mei gave a low hum, revealing an expression of eager anticipation mixed with shyness.
Then you must come home early tomorrow, Husband. Do not make me wait too long.
An Sheng: ...
