The next day, as dawn was just breaking, A Mei drowsily opened her eyes, then wriggled her body, trying to break free from An Sheng's embrace.
But An Sheng was holding her too tightly. A Mei reached out and softly pushed against his firm chest: "Husband, husband, why don't we get up? I want to go back to the street we visited yesterday before we leave, to see if there's a suitable stone to give to godfather as a gift."
She was really invested in preparing the birthday gift for godfather — she couldn't afford to delay it.
An Sheng lazily lifted his eyelids, his soft, fragrant wife in his arms. He first leaned in and kissed her cheek, then trailed kisses down her delicate, fragrant neck bit by bit, his tone mischievous: "It seems we didn't serve you well enough last night, my lady, since you have so much energy to go shopping this early. No, we must give you one more round of pleasure."
With that, ignoring A Mei's struggling and squirming, his long arms firmly seized control... those thin lips traced down...
...omitted...
...(omitted)...
A Mei let out a startled cry, her entire tone changing.
"Husband, don't — not in the morning..."
An Sheng deliberately teased her.
...(omitted)...
A hint of excited greed and desire gradually stained An Sheng's eyes.
At this moment, A Mei felt her whole body... rising, and she bit her lips tightly, not wanting to let out... but in the end, she couldn't hold it in...
Her voice was very soft, yet loud enough for An Sheng to hear.
She honestly followed her own feelings, indignantly thinking that since her husband had stirred her up, he should be the one to... She whimpered coquettishly, half-resisting, half-embracing, and said: "Husband, A Mei doesn't want to use the things from the box..."
An Sheng's eyes darkened, his breathing grew heavier. He immediately raised his eyes to look at A Mei and slowly parted his lips: "My lady wants me to use my —"
He didn't say that word aloud, but moved his lips in an unmistakable shape and gave a flick of his tongue toward A Mei. This was the intimacy shared only between the two of them as husband and wife, and naturally, they understood each other without words.
At this moment, A Mei's eyes were hazy, the corners moist, her mouth slightly open... Driven by desire, her delicate little face was fair with a hint of pink. She was utterly bashful, but still nodded honestly at An Sheng.
An Sheng couldn't help grinding his teeth, his heart thumping wildly. Heaven knew how much restraint it took for him to suppress the violent urge roaring inside him to torment her until she wept.
He slowly kissed down, ... firmly controlling A Mei.
"Be good, don't move."
"Mhm."
...
...omitted...
"So my lady prefers it when I do it to you like this."
"A Mei, I like... all of it..."
...A Mei was exhausted and sore all over, lying limply on the bed without strength.
An Sheng was always gentle and patient with her, and so he personally dressed her. A Mei shyly cooperated, lifting her arms and legs to make it easier for her husband.
Suddenly, A Mei couldn't help saying: "Husband, you treat me so well. I really feel so happy. I must be the happiest woman in the world."
An Sheng raised his eyes to meet her black eyes shimmering with watery light, and saw the fully satisfied, seductive look at the corners of his little wife's eyes and brows. Although he wasn't truly a man, at this moment, a man's sense of fulfillment and achievement reached its peak. Pride swelled in his heart, and he felt even more tender and adoring toward A Mei.
"Is that so?" An Sheng was in a wonderful mood, his slender eyes curving slightly.
A Mei nodded eagerly. She had repeated these words countless times, yet no matter how many times she said them, it never felt like enough: "Yes, yes, yes, A Mei loves her husband the most. My husband is the best husband in the whole world."
"You, always speaking such honest truths—your husband loves hearing them." The corners of An Sheng's mouth were raised so high that he could hardly suppress his smile. His hands never stopped moving as he dressed A Mei neatly, then helped her up to sit on a stool nearby before combing her hair.
While brushing her hair, he said, "With the weather so cold, don't go wandering outside. I've already instructed Wu Da and Xiao Zhengzi to find some fine birthday rocks of good quality. They'll pick out several pieces, and then you can look them over, my dear. Whichever one you fancy, I'll have someone deliver it to my godfather. What do you think of that plan?"
As An Sheng's words reached A Mei's ears, a wave of sweetness struck straight to her heart the very next moment. She was moved by her husband's thoughtfulness and attention to detail, and gave a gentle smile: "All right, I'll do whatever my husband says."
"Good girl."
After the meal, Wu Da soon delivered the items. A Mei made her selection, and then An Sheng personally wrote a letter in the names of the couple, sending both along with the gifts back to the capital.
