A heavy desire surged in An Sheng's eyes. He licked his lips and said to A Mei, "At a time like this, madam shouldn't be tempting me. I'm afraid I might lose control."
A blush crept across A Mei's cheeks. With moist eyes, she cast a sidelong glance at An Sheng, carrying a unique, coquettish charm—half pouting, half complaining: "How am I tempting my husband? It's clearly you who's thinking about it, yet you blame me. I was just kissing you, nothing more."
"Ha...really nothing?" An Sheng laughed softly, his voice low and seductive, tinged with a huskiness that instantly made A Mei's heart race. "Surely madam wasn't thinking of anything else? Be good, and tell me the truth."
A Mei buried her head in An Sheng's chest, her soft, delicate voice reaching his ears: "No, absolutely not."
"Is that so? Then let me touch—see if madam really isn't thinking about it..." An Sheng didn't believe her. With a mischievous curl of his lips, he reached a hand toward A Mei's hem...
Suddenly, like a fish diving into water, A Mei slid smoothly out of An Sheng's embrace in one agile roll. In the next moment, she was sitting upright on the other side of the carriage.
She cleared her throat lightly, her cheeks still flushed in a natural crimson. Her sparkling eyes shimmered with lively, affectionate ripples. Unable to help herself, she glanced swiftly at An Sheng before looking away, her expression shy and charming beyond measure.
An Sheng's arms were suddenly empty. Raising an eyebrow, he stared at A Mei for a long moment before slowly speaking: "I never expected my madam to be so nimble."
With that, he bent his body, stretching out a long arm to forcefully and domineeringly pull A Mei back into his embrace, saying casually: "To let you escape just like that—I was far too careless, indeed."
A Mei's eyes widened slightly as she caught the flicker of sudden, fleeting ruthlessness in her husband's gaze—along with something else she couldn't quite read. She pouted, feeling no fear at all. Blinking, she instantly saw through her husband's thoughts and murmured softly, knowingly: "My husband wants to kiss again? No more. If we keep going, my mouth will really swell up."
"Mmm..."
Her soft, moist lips were instantly seized the next moment. A Mei could only hum vaguely, unable to help sending a resentful glare at An Sheng with upturned eyes—only to be caught in the deep, autumn-pool darkness of his gaze.
An Sheng's face was cool and aloof, showing an unusual detachment. Yet his increasingly heavy breaths and urgent actions betrayed a loss of control. This sharp contrast made A Mei's heart pound wildly. A tingling, unbearable sensation spread from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, tempting her to want more...
Suddenly, Wu Da's voice came from outside the carriage.
"Milord, Lords Tan, Zhou, and Pang Three lords request an audience."
The carriage came to a halt.
Silence briefly ensued before An Sheng's voice came through, gritting his teeth: "Not receiving!"
Wu Da was startled for a moment, but a troubled look crossed his face. He hesitated before speaking: "However, milord, the three lords have already followed me here."
Another long silence.
Just as the anger on the faces of the three young officials in court robes behind Wu Da was growing apparent, An Sheng lifted the carriage curtain. He tilted his head, revealing his deep, unfathomable black eyes—the cruelty within them was enough to make anyone shudder. A faint, unreadable smile tugged at his lips as he looked at the young officials behind Wu Da: "Lords, we only just left the capital, and already you've come together to seek me out. Do you have any advice to offer?"
