As soon as A Mei opened her eyes, she fell into those deep, tender eyes brimming with warmth.
At once, her face lit up with a smile, and she sweetly called out, “Husband.”
Just waking up, A Mei’s voice carried a slight nasal tone, full of the intimate closeness that belonged only to the couple. It struck An Sheng as especially alluring. He swallowed hard and replied with a low “Mm.”
After her sleep, A Mei felt utterly refreshed. She stretched first, then turned sideways and reached out to hook her arm around An Sheng’s waist, burrowing into his embrace as she said joyfully, “Husband, when did you come to bed? I didn’t even notice.”
“I came back home and found you sleeping soundly, so I lay down with you for a while,” An Sheng said, his large hand resting on her slender waist, stroking gently back and forth.
A Mei let out a soft, sweet “Mm,” endless joy rippling through her heart.
The next moment, she felt his big hand slip from her waist, sliding up under her clothes and into her undergarment, touching… and then fondling each of her soft, round breasts in turn.
A Mei’s little face immediately flushed red. Her body trembled slightly, but she obediently yielded to her husband’s actions, though her voice carried a shy, petulant tone: “Husband, what are you doing?”
An Sheng’s gaze darkened, feeling her soft, delicate body first stiffen, then quickly relax, letting him do as he pleased—a sight that filled him with deep affection.
He curled his lips and said this:
“Be good, I won’t do anything. I just want to touch you.”
The plump, supple feel of her skin in his hands always made it hard for him to let go.
Feeling a little hot from his kneading, A Mei couldn’t help twisting her soft waist. She grabbed his restless hand with her small one, lifted her head from his chest, and blinked her moist, sparkling eyes—a look that made An Sheng’s breath catch.
She stared at him in a mixture of reproach and shyness, her voice petulant: “Husband, stop touching me, please.”
An Sheng raised an eyebrow, ignoring her, his fingers continuing their own rhythm: “Why? Don’t you like it?”
As he spoke, he mischievously rubbed and teased her sensitive peaks, making A Mei tremble even more.
Aroused by his touch, she became more restless, biting her lip. She shot him a reproachful look and, breathing a little heavily, countered, “Husband, didn’t you say we’d go see the bonfire later? When are we going?”
“It’s still early. I have to go out for a while to take care of something.”
A Mei asked, “How long is ‘a while’?”
A gentle smile curved at the corner of An Sheng’s lips: “No rush. Let them wait. I want to hold you a bit longer.”
A Mei blinked, then suddenly smiled flirtatiously, going completely soft and rubbing her trembling body against him seductively. “Husband, maybe you shouldn’t go. I want to be with you…”
She let out a coy little moan, leaving the rest unsaid but the meaning clear.
An Sheng understood perfectly well. His dark eyes deepened, his face flickering with conflict and restraint before he said gently, “Wife, here’s the thing—of course I want to be intimate with you, too. But there are several senior ministers over there. If I don’t show up, it’ll look bad. Let me go over first…”
Before he could finish, A Mei suddenly reached out and pinched his waist hard.
Then she gritted her teeth and exclaimed indignantly, “Husband, how dare you ask if I like it? Of course I do! I told you to stop touching me, but you deliberately tempted and teased me. If you just leave like this, you’re not getting back in my bed tonight!”
An Sheng yelped, his smile freezing on his face. He stared at her for a long moment.
Then, chastened, he pulled his hand out from her chest.
He hugged A Mei, apologizing and soothing her: “Wife, I was wrong. Later tonight, I promise I won’t neglect you.”
Seeing her still pouting in anger, a note of nervousness crept into his voice.
“Oh, my little ancestor, my sweetheart, my darling—you drive me crazy. But I really do have important business. I’ll go now and hurry back as fast as I can to serve you, alright? Please don’t ban me from your side.”
A Mei kept her small mouth pursed, glaring at him, but inside she was delighted. It was the first time she’d seen her husband so flustered and at a loss.
It was both funny and heartwarming.
Finally, she couldn’t keep up the act any longer. She burst out laughing, her bright, watery eyes sparkling with almost overflowing affection, tenderness, and clinging love—lighting up so dazzlingly that An Sheng couldn’t look away.
She laughed until her whole body shook: “Husband, I was just teasing you! I don’t want to be apart from you at all. I can never get enough of being with you.”
An Sheng: …
His face started to darken slightly. He narrowed his eyes and gave a light, mocking laugh: “Oh, so that’s it, A Mei? I see you’re getting bolder and bolder by the day—you’ve learned to play tricks on me. Do you want me to punish you?”
A Mei wasn’t afraid. She blinked her innocent big eyes: “Why would you punish me, husband? I admit I didn’t really mean what I said about not letting you in my bed. But I wasn’t wrong about anything else.”
“If you don’t believe me, just take off my clothes and touch me again—you’ll find out if I’m telling the truth.”
An Sheng’s brow twitched, and his breath caught.
A Mei simply grabbed his big hand and shoved it back under her clothes.
An Sheng was caught between laughter and tears. Completely at a loss with his little wife, he dared not say a word of objection.
“I believe you, I believe you. Dear A Mei, of course I believe you.”
A Mei pouted high, deliberately not looking at him, speaking with feigned grievance: “But you still said you wanted to punish me.”
An Sheng had to coax her softly: “I was just teasing you too. I wouldn’t dream of truly punishing you—I dote on you too much for that.”
A Mei instantly brightened, her mood changing like flipping a book. She grinned at him cheekily: “That’s true. I knew my husband always cherishes me the most.”
An Sheng: …
“Eh? Husband, why aren’t you saying anything?”
An Sheng: …
“Husband?”
An Sheng ground his teeth, then finally let out a resigned murmur: “Ah, you really are my little nightmare.”
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