Faced with A Mei's pure and undisguised demands for marital intimacy and pleasure, An Sheng stared at her for a moment with a slightly peculiar expression before he couldn't help but speak.
"A Mei, looking at you like this, you really almost make me forget that I am not a real man." An Sheng's voice rose strangely, carrying a peculiar smile.
A Mei actually felt a bit ashamed. In the past, her husband had always taken the initiative when they were intimate. Now that she had taken the initiative, she didn't expect it to not work out.
It was truly both shameful and embarrassing.
Hearing An Sheng say this so suddenly, A Mei looked up in confusion. She blinked, her face looking endearingly silly, and asked blankly, "Husband, is there something wrong? What does this kind of thing have to do with you not being a real man?"
An Sheng gently reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a peculiar smile that could only be described as gentle.
"It has nothing to do with it. Aside from not being able to have children, I can satisfy you in every way. Rest assured, A Mei, your husband is absolutely no worse than a real man."
A Mei raised her eyebrows, a smile touching the corners of her eyes, and said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "I have always known that. In A Mei's heart, my husband is more amazing than any other man."
An Sheng raised a brow high. He continued to stare at A Mei in silence for a moment, and then his entire chest vibrated as he burst into uncontrollable laughter.
A Mei frowned, somewhat puzzled by An Sheng's reaction. She immediately shot him a coquettish glare and complained dissatisfiedly, "Hmph, did I say something wrong? Why are you laughing at A Mei again?"
An Sheng's shoulders shook, his narrow eyes glistening with tears of mirth. When he laughed like this, the coldness and cruelty he usually accumulated melted away like ice and snow, collapsing completely to become like a gentle, warm breeze—incredibly soft!
A Mei was momentarily stunned. Although her husband was always gentle and attentive to her, and tried his best to restrain his true nature, she could still catch glimpses of his volatile and tyrannical shadow from time to time. He was never like this, laughing so freely and endlessly.
A Mei's eyes shone brightly. She really loved her husband when he was like this, too.
Finally, An Sheng gave a low cough. He then cupped the back of A Mei's head and lowered his face to plant a heavy kiss on her plump, moist lips.
Following that, his obsessive, burning gaze locked onto A Mei.
A Mei felt a tickle in her heart from An Sheng's fervent stare. She shyly lowered her gaze, only to hear her husband's unrestrained, laughing voice: "You, you are truly my precious darling!"
A Mei: ...
A Mei reached out and pinched the soft flesh at An Sheng's waist, saying willfully, "What exactly do you mean, husband? Hurry up and tell A Mei what you're laughing at."
An Sheng let out a soft exclamation, "Madam, darling, don't pinch."
A Mei wouldn't listen. She pinched him once, then again: "I will pinch! Husband, tell me quickly!"
An Sheng had no choice but to grab the little hand wreaking havoc at his waist, holding her tightly in his arms. "Alright, alright, I'll tell you. It's just that I suddenly felt a surge of emotion. My madam is truly a wonderful person. Ever since I married you, I feel more and more that I am happier than a real man. That kind of feeling can only be understood, not expressed in words."
An Sheng's words were ambiguous, but A Mei suddenly felt like she understood something. She immediately felt a bit ashamed and embarrassed. Biting her lower lip lightly, she said coyly, "Is it because A Mei clings to you like this? Am I too greedy for pleasure, too... you know?"
Holding back a smile, An Sheng teased her, "Too what?"
"It's just... there's a word called promiscuo..." A Mei couldn't bring herself to say the last syllable. She bashfully buried her head in An Sheng's chest, refusing to look up no matter what.
An Sheng stopped teasing her. His tone became both gentle and serious as he carefully coaxed and guided A Mei. "How could that be? Intimacy between a man and a woman, and the marital relations between a husband and wife, are just human nature. Desire is innate."
"People are born with emotions and desires. Now that you have married me, putting everything else aside, I will naturally satisfy your desires for passion, love, and craving. This is my duty as a husband. Besides, being able to satisfy you makes up for my shortcomings of not being a real man in another way. In my heart, I am also delighted."
"Saying it like this, do you understand?"
A Mei rested against An Sheng's chest and gave a soft murmur of agreement. Her heart was wrapped in threads of sweetness, and she was incredibly happy.
An Sheng tenderly kissed the top of A Mei's forehead. His voice was as low and soft as a spring breeze, easily plucking at A Mei's heartstrings. "A Mei, only when a husband and wife are of one mind can their love last long. You are doing very well like this. If you have anything on your mind, express it to me directly. Do not hide the slightest thing. This way, you will be comfortable, and I will be happy too."
A soft, sweet voice came from his arms.
"Mm, A Mei knows. A Mei has always listened to her husband the most. But you must do the same, husband, and tell A Mei everything."
An Sheng curled his lips. "That is only natural."
"You are so good, husband. A Mei loves you the most." A Mei couldn't help but express her love to An Sheng once again.
The corners of An Sheng's mouth lifted into a high arc. He gently patted A Mei's back. "Alright, it's time to get up."
A Mei lingered in An Sheng's arms, not wanting to move, and began to act spoiled again. "It's raining outside. A Mei doesn't want to go out."
An Sheng indulged her, "If you don't want to go out, we won't go out. But you can't stay in bed forever. If you lie here any longer, you won't be able to sleep tonight. I finally have half a day of leisure, so it's the perfect time to go over the recent household accounts with you and test you on your recent studies."
A Mei's small face fell, and she wanted to get up even less. She gave a reluctant sigh.
By the time A Mei dawdled and finished getting dressed, An Sheng had already ordered the accounting room to send over the household ledgers.
A Mei sat upright at the table, with An Sheng behind her flipping through the account books. One read and the other calculated, accompanied by the clacking sounds of the abacus. When she calculated correctly, An Sheng would praise her, making A Mei beam with joy.
If she calculated incorrectly, An Sheng would patiently explain it to A Mei step by step, causing those large, worshipful eyes to blink at him, a sight that was exceptionally pretty and charming in An Sheng's eyes.
Outside, a thunderstorm raged, but inside, the two of them were intertwined in heart and mind, full of deep affection and sweet love. For a time, the atmosphere filled the entire room, making it as bright and sunny as a clear June day.
