An Sheng had indeed taken a bath. When he finally released A Mei from his embrace and led her by the hand to the bedside, only then did A Mei realize, belatedly, that her husband was not wearing his usual formal robes, but a dark purple inner garment.
The two stood facing each other. Suddenly, An Sheng reached for his own clothing.
Then, to A Mei's stunned gaze, his loose robe slid to the floor, revealing the straight, powerful lines of his shoulders and neck, and his lean waist.
A Mei stood frozen, staring dumbly, struck silent by the ravishing sight!
Then An Sheng bent his head slightly and kissed her small, parted lips—parted in shock. He curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes shimmering with a strange, luminous light.
Then he sat down slowly on the bed, lifting his head slightly to look up at A Mei. He slowly brought his hands together and raised them, the corners of his eyes tilted upward. All his usual cold, hard demeanor was gone. The gesture was lazily graceful and gentle, without a trace of shame or discomfort.
An Sheng opened his mouth slowly.
"My lady, isn't the rope in your hands? Why not come and tie your husband's hands? Your husband is waiting for you to torment him." The hint of a smile in An Sheng's voice struck A Mei as utterly bewitching!
A Mei's body trembled slightly. She looked down at the rope in her hands, then up at An Sheng, then down again, then up again... She swallowed hard, a hint of helplessness in her expression. But if one looked closely, her small face was already flushed crimson—even the skin on her hands had turned red with shyness.
Finally, A Mei opened her mouth: "Hus-husband, you..."
An Sheng narrowed his eyes, his hoarse tone carrying a silent urging and seduction: "My lady, your husband will be very obedient. Please, be quick."
This posture of An Sheng's, filled with an unusual allure and intimacy, stirred in even the innocent A Mei a quiet, wordless desire and excitement. In an instant, an impulsive rush drowned her reason. Trembling, she raised the rope and clumsily bound those wrists.
As for An Sheng, far from resisting, he seemed to savor the experience, patiently and considerately yielding to A Mei's clumsy movements.
When A Mei finally tied a knot, An Sheng reclined back, then raised his clasped hands above his head on his own accord, his gaze deep and dark: "Come, my lady, don't be shy. Be bold. Let your husband see how you torment him."
Then, in a coaxing, tempting tone, he added: "Oh, and my lady, before you torment your husband, shouldn't you first take off your clothes?"
A Mei: ...
"Husband, shut up!" A Mei had indeed been hesitating to undress, but while it was she who was supposed to be tormenting her husband, the way An Sheng said it made it seem... seem...
A Mei blinked, pouted her little lips, and then, deciding to be bold, simply undid her own garments. After slipping off her undergarment, she pressed her lips together and shot a coquettish glare at those deep, burning eyes staring at her, then flung the piece of fragrant underclothing onto An Sheng's face, covering his eyes.
"Husband, no looking, no moving, and do not take this off!"
The scent that belonged to him alone filled his nostrils, and An Sheng felt his throat dry. With his vision blocked, the warmth of their skin contact expanded infinitely—the silky smooth touch, the dense, soft kisses that followed, spraying over him.
As the trembling he couldn't ignore spread through him, An Sheng's breathing grew rapid. He didn't need to look—he knew that at this moment, his little wife, in her shame and timidity, under such strange and fervent excitement, must have her eyes tinged with a deep blush...
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