A Mei was completely stunned.
Her eyes flickered, filled with confusion, and then she asked doubtfully, "Husband, what do you mean by 'can't hold out'?"
An Sheng gazed fixedly at A Mei, his eyes deep and his smile unmistakable.
At this moment, A Mei was bright and clear, yet in An Sheng's eyes, she was alluring, her eyes seductive, stirring his heart.
"Does my wife truly not understand what I mean?"
He looked deeply at her, the profound black eyes holding a faint glimmer, darker than usual.
A Mei blinked and shook her head slightly. "I don't understand."
An Sheng curled his lips, a half-smile playing on his face. His gaze, full of meaning, traveled from A Mei's eyes to her nose, then to her moist, tender lips. At the same time, his large hand, under the quilt, began to gently stroke along her subtle curves.
A Mei met An Sheng's gaze, so full of affection, teasing, and burning passion. Her heart thumped rapidly, and her face turned crimson in an instant. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her heart tightened as she quickly looked away.
"Husband, why are you looking at me like that?"
Then, A Mei let out a soft "ah," her small face lighting up with sudden understanding. She spoke clearly, "Now I see! Husband was thinking that I'd keep pestering you, right? Hmph, no more, no more."
An Sheng narrowed his eyes, his lips parting slightly. "Why say no? Are you saying my service isn't pleasing to my wife?"
A Mei opened her mouth, her expression one of sudden realization. "It's not that. You just said you 'can't hold out,' right? So that's what you meant. I get it now. That's why I mustn't tire you out, husband."
With that, A Mei looked at An Sheng with genuine concern and sincerity. "Dear husband, are you tired? You should rest a while."
An Sheng: …
Suddenly, An Sheng licked his lips. For no reason, a dark, raging fervor surged within him. He was excited, his hands trembling slightly. With only the faintest shred of self-control left at the bottom of his heart, he barely restrained that violent, impulsive urge.
A flicker passed through An Sheng's eyes, and his tone was calm but low as he said, "Does my wife really think that 'can't hold out' means I'm tired?"
Their eyes met. Though A Mei's gaze was soft, the deepest part of it carried something suppressed—a violent, bloodthirsty desire, an insatiable hunger. No, An Sheng still wasn't satisfied.
This was his woman. His alone. The wife he so adored, cherished in the palm of his hand, so tenderly and carefully pampered.
Looking at A Mei's boundless joy for him and her pure affection, An Sheng was utterly certain: A Mei loved him.
That was good—so good it stirred in him a wild joy, one that almost made him want to tear her apart, devour her, and possess her completely.
At that moment, A Mei, unaware, nodded. "Isn't that right?"
An Sheng's expression shifted drastically. His black eyes locked onto A Mei with a piercing, dark stare.
Like a true beast, unchained, unleashing its darkest desires without restraint.
He gritted his teeth and muttered, "Foolish girl. What I really mean by 'can't hold out' is that I'm afraid you won't be able to hold out."
With that, An Sheng slowly rose from A Mei and took off his outer robe. Then, he lifted the quilt, lay down, and pulled her smooth, soft body into his arms.
A Mei nestled obediently in An Sheng's embrace, raised her head to look at his chin, and asked in a coquettish voice, "Husband, what do you really mean? I still don't understand."
One of An Sheng's hands, under the quilt, moved from her slender waist down to the full, round curve behind her, kneading it with fondness, gradually applying a bit more force.
A Mei buried her little face against his chest, revealing only a flash of her rosy neck as seen from An Sheng's angle. She whimpered softly, "Husband, ease up a little."
Hearing this, An Sheng immediately loosened his grip by a notch. He forced himself to shift his thoughts away, then called out tenderly, "A Mei."
"Hmm?"
"On this trip to Lindong, I need my wife to lend me a hand."
"What kind of help, husband?"
"Soliciting bribes."
"Soliciting bribes!?"
"That's right."
A Mei: …
