…the scent drifted through the air, unusually strong, as though tinged with the overripe sweetness of decay.
A Mei rested her head on An Sheng’s arm, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy with passion. Sweat glistened across her skin, and her chest rose and fell as she panted. Even her fair, pink toes bore traces of moisture.
The waves of desire within A Mei gradually subsided. Her body went limp, and for a while she could not speak. She could only hum softly and catch her breath as she gazed at An Sheng with bewildered, affectionate eyes. He held her around the waist, pressing gentle kisses to her brow and temples while murmuring shamelessly sweet words that left her weak-kneed.
“My lady, the way you bullied your husband just now was truly enticing. I enjoyed it very much.”
“My lady, you must bully your husband more often from now on.”
A Mei’s cheeks flushed deeper and deeper. Clearly embarrassed, annoyed, and indignant all at once, even her neck and lips had turned pink. She raised a weak fist and lightly pounded his chest, grumbling coquettishly, “You’re awful. We agreed that I was going to bully my husband, but you… hmph! That rope couldn’t restrain you at all!”
A Mei could not bring herself to continue. Her little mouth puckered high with displeasure. Then An Sheng suddenly let out a muffled laugh, and she clearly felt his chest vibrate beneath her. It would have been fine if he had not laughed, but the moment he did, A Mei was overcome with embarrassment. She simply wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her entire head against his trembling chest without saying another word.
The shy look of his little wife in his arms was simply too alluring. Unable to contain his amusement, An Sheng lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair several times. His voice was impossibly gentle, filled with tenderness as he coaxed her, “Oh, my darling, it’s just that you were completely limp, and your husband couldn’t bear to let you tire yourself out. That’s why I took the initiative to serve you.”
Then, deliberately teasing her, An Sheng slowly blew warm breath against A Mei’s ear. The heat made her itch all over.
“Besides, I could tell you were enjoying yourself. The way you moaned was enough to make your husband melt.”
“Husband, stop saying that!” A Mei mumbled shyly into his embrace. From An Sheng’s angle, all he could see was her crimson earlobe.
An Sheng, however, continued in a perfectly serious tone. “What? Am I wrong? Surely you didn’t fail to enjoy yourself. That doesn’t seem possible. When I was pleasing you, you clearly climaxed twice—ow! My lady, I was wrong! I won’t say anything more. Don’t pinch me, don’t pinch me—ow, my lady, a little gentler…”
As if venting her frustration, A Mei fiercely pinched the soft flesh between An Sheng’s brows. Then she lifted her head from his arms and glared at him, trying to look as fierce as possible.
“Husband, if you keep this up, A Mei is going to get angry!”
An Sheng’s eyes shimmered with delighted laughter. His large hands could not help wandering over her once more, though his voice remained soft and soothing. “Good A Mei, don’t be angry, don’t be angry. Your husband won’t say anything more.”
A Mei’s body trembled faintly beneath his touch, her breath hot and her eyes glimmering with moisture. “Then… then don’t keep touching me there, either. I don’t want any more!”
An Sheng deliberately caressed her sensitive spots. “You really don’t want any more? But you still seem full of energy to me.”
“Hm? The night is still long, and neither of us is sleepy yet. Give your husband a clear answer, my lady. Do you want more or not?”
A Mei bit her lip as her consciousness began to drift, growing hazy and insubstantial. She took a long, slow moment to think. Then she raised her eyes and cast her husband a furtive glance, her gaze full of hidden affection and anticipation, before quickly looking away again. Her lashes trembled, betraying emotions and desire she found just as difficult to restrain as An Sheng did.
In a soft, coquettish voice, she asked in return, “Then… do you still want me, husband?”
Her voice was seductive, yet carried the shy reluctance of someone inviting him to continue while pretending otherwise.
An Sheng swallowed. Then he seized the quilt and pulled it over both himself and A Mei, shrouding them together in darkness.
At the same time, his hoarse, trembling voice emerged alongside A Mei’s soft moans:
“Do you even need to ask? When it comes to my lady, your husband can never have enough. We’re continuing!”
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