An Sheng returned to the room, his body carrying the dampness of steam.
A Mei lay under the covers, revealing only a small face tinged with an inexplicable blush. Hearing the noise, she turned her head to look at An Sheng, her watery eyes blinking at him as she called out softly, Husband.
An Sheng murmured in response. He sat on the edge of the bed, a faint trace of red at the corners of his eyes.
It seemed to be from the steam of his bath.
A Mei pursed her lips and took the initiative to scoot further into the bed, making room for An Sheng. Husband, take off your clothes and come in quickly.
An Sheng's lips curled into a smile. He reached under the covers, intending to pull A Mei into his arms, but his hand was met with a smooth and tender sensation.
An Sheng paused, his gaze shifting as he looked up at A Mei.
A Mei turned her face away, a little embarrassed. Husband, do not lift the covers. I am not wearing any clothes, and it is a bit cold.
The room instantly fell silent.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
An Sheng lowered his eyelids, hiding the emotion in his eyes from A Mei. Then, he withdrew his hand, reached up to let down the bed curtains on both sides, and resumed his previous actions.
The rustling sound of clothes being taken off in the dark reached A Mei's ears. She pouted and muttered softly, Why did you let the bed curtains down? I want to look at you, Husband. It is too dark, I cannot see anything at all. I do not like it.
Husband, it would be fine if you just left a little gap, so I could at least see a little bit.
The darkness perfectly concealed An Sheng's fierce, bloodshot eyes.
His voice was hoarse, seemingly trying his best to control it so he would sound gentler, yet he could not stop a wicked smile from spreading across his face.
Finally, he spoke.
I suddenly do not want you to see me exposing my ugly side, looking so full of wicked desires for you.
Hearing this in the dark, A Mei furrowed her brows. She gave a delicate hmph, simply hugged the quilt, and sat up. She reached out her slender arms, groping in her husband's direction, and immediately touched a firm, warm chest.
She murmured reproachfully, You are being so strange, Husband. I clearly said that I like you no matter what you look like. Besides, what side of you haven't I seen? Why would you suddenly say such a thing?
Listening to An Sheng's breathing grow heavy, A Mei belatedly felt a bit timid. Filled with both anticipation and coquettishness, she added, Also, Husband, be gentle. You are not allowed to bully me.
Even as she said this, her body leaned softly against An Sheng's chest.
The two met with absolute honesty. Although they could not see clearly, the warm sensation brought by the large expanse of skin-to-skin contact made them both sigh in comfort.
An Sheng's large hand caressed her fragrant, soft skin. Then, he rolled over and pressed A Mei beneath him. An Sheng lowered his head into the darkness for a kiss, but it landed off-center on A Mei's right cheek, eliciting an unsatisfied whimper from her. She took the initiative to turn her head to meet him, and their lips and teeth immediately blended together, exploring and drawing from each other in a deeply affectionate embrace.
An Sheng tried desperately to restrain himself. Even though he repeatedly reminded himself to be tender and gentle with A Mei, the movements of his hands grew uncontrollably rough, impatient, and highly aggressive and teasing.
A frantic desire and bloodthirsty excitement instantly swallowed An Sheng whole.
A Mei only felt her body becoming hot and numb from her husband's kneading, accompanied by traces of pain. Unable to help herself, she waved her small hands to push against An Sheng's shoulders, panting as she complained coquettishly, Mmh... Husband, be gentler, do not use so much force. You are hurting A Mei.
Mmh, I will try my best.
An Sheng said this, but with one large hand, he easily pinned A Mei's two struggling, pushing hands above her head.
In the depths of his dark eyes lay a bloodthirstiness and brutality enough to make anyone tremble in fear. Although A Mei could not see it, she could feel her husband's greedy and strange gaze, as if he wanted to devour her entirely.
However, A Mei was not afraid in her heart.
She loved her husband no matter what he was like.
A Mei pouted her small mouth, her humming voice delicate and charming. What are you going to do, Husband?
Be good, I am afraid I will not be able to control my strength.
Then, his burning lips and tongue fell overwhelmingly, swallowing A Mei bit by bit.
A Mei felt both shy and overwhelmed, letting out soft, delicate pants.
She gasped softly, completely unreserved as she revealed her feelings to An Sheng.
Mmh... it tickles.
Husband... kiss me there too...
Mmh... gentler... Husband, do not bite me with your teeth...
Mmh...
Be good, do not hide, and do not move around, and I will not bite you.
A Mei could not stop trembling. Mmh... I cannot control it... It is not like I want to move... It is all because of what you are doing to me, Husband...
Yes, it is my fault. Then, baby, do you still want me to continue?
Yes!
...
A Mei slept groggily for a while, then slowly opened her eyes in An Sheng's embrace.
She had always coveted An Sheng's fiery embrace, and she comfortably rolled over in his arms.
In the darkness, a familiar and gentle voice sounded by her ear:
Awake so soon?
A Mei hummed, her voice hoarse. Husband, what time is it?
You slept for half an hour. An Sheng's large hand was caressing A Mei's smooth back, stroking from top to bottom over and over again.
The man's palm had thin calluses, making the touch not particularly comfortable, but in her heart, A Mei really loved her husband's soothing and cherishing gestures toward her.
Oh, how did I fall asleep.
An Sheng suddenly let out a low chuckle, his voice carrying a strange teasing tone. You fall right to sleep after getting your pleasure, leaving me all alone to relieve myself. Ah, A Mei, I really do not know what to say to you...
At these words, A Mei widened her eyes, recalling how her mind had gone completely blank after several consecutive times earlier... and then she had fallen asleep without knowing anything else. Feeling both awkward and shy, she simply turned halfway over to lie on her stomach, keeping her mouth shut to pretend she was still sleeping.
An Sheng, however, would not let it go and continued to tease her. Was my wife comfortable and satisfied tonight? Were my services to your liking?
A Mei's small face flushed bright red. She lay there stunned for a good while before speaking softly and shyly, Mmh, it was comfortable.
Saying that, A Mei burrowed into An Sheng's embrace again and asked softly, Are you still not satisfied, Husband?
In the dark, An Sheng's eyes flickered slightly. A wicked smile tugged at his sated lips as he spoke leisurely, Mmh, naturally, I am not satisfied.
A Mei let out an Ah, her tone hesitant as if she did not quite believe it. But my body feels so tired, and I have no strength left. Did you not continue earlier, Husband?
An Sheng chuckled deeply, his warm breath fanning across A Mei's flushed cheeks. Naturally, I continued.
A Mei gave a delicate hmph. She felt for the soft flesh at An Sheng's waist and pinched it while gritting her teeth, feeling both bashful and embarrassed. You are just teasing me, Husband. I knew it, how could you not bully me.
A Mei complained in a coquettish tone, sounding far from truly angry.
An Sheng let out an Ouch. He grabbed her mischievous little hand, brought it to his lips, and dropped a shower of soft kisses against it. Then, he gently coaxed and comforted her, I have always been unable to control myself when it comes to my wife. I did not mean to bully you on purpose.
"If A Mei is angry, how about you bully me back?"
A Mei's eyes lit up. "Alright! Let go of me, Husband. Lie down quickly and be good. Don't move."
An Sheng's breath caught. He actually let go and lay down obediently.
The next moment, her fragrant, soft body pounced onto An Sheng's chest.
"A Mei is going to eat her husband up now!"
With that, she opened her little mouth and began nibbling playfully all over An Sheng.
An Sheng couldn't hold back a laugh. "It turns out A Mei is a fierce tigress."
A Mei gave An Sheng two hard pinches.
"Ouch! My dear wife, stop pinching!"
A Mei said, "Say that again, Husband!"
"Oh, my dear lady, I was wrong. A Mei is not a tigress."
"Hmph, then what is A Mei?"
"Naturally, you are my precious darling."
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