An Sheng used both his hands and lips, caressing and teasing with great skill. The veins on his neck had already bulged. Even though there were countless violent and crazy thoughts deep in his heart, he still restrained himself.
Because the person in his arms was his A Mei.
A Mei trembled and moaned softly. When she couldn't bear it any longer, she gently pushed An Sheng's burning chest.
An Sheng also gasped violently. He lay on top of A Mei, propping himself up with one hand. He reached out and opened the box, picked up two things at random and played with them in his hands. With a flick of his slender eyes, he looked down at A Mei, whose body was already flushed, licked his lower lip with his tongue, and said in a bewitching tone: "Come, madam, choose for yourself. Which one do you like?"
A Mei blushed and glared at An Sheng angrily. She softly scolded him, but due to the numb tremors, her words came out intermittently: "My husband is so naughty. At a time like this, he still makes A Mei choose. My husband clearly did it on purpose."
An Sheng bit A Mei's small mouth and then kissed her little by little, with patient determination. He coaxed her: "Your husband is wronged. How could it be on purpose? Your husband always takes the best care of madam's wishes. Be good, my dear. There's no need to be shy with your husband. Quickly tell your husband. Or do you not like these two? Your husband will choose another one."
A Mei bit her lips, trying to hold back those shameful words, but in the end, she still couldn't help it. They slipped out from between her tightly closed little lips.
"I like them."
An Sheng continued to ask, his voice extremely low and gentle: "You like both?"
Although she was extremely ashamed, A Mei nodded in accordance with her heart. Then she was so shy that she wanted to reach for the quilt to cover her face.
Naturally, An Sheng didn't give A Mei a chance to cover her shame. He held A Mei's two small hands with one hand and pressed them against the top of her head. Then, looking into A Mei's moist eyes, which were clearly filled with confusion and passion, An Sheng took a deep breath. His nostrils were filled with a sweet smell that was like being drunk and hazy, with a touch of charm and sensuality. It easily aroused An Sheng's impulse for desire and plunder.
He swallowed hard and stared directly at A Mei. After a long while, he said: "Okay, since it's what madam said, then your husband will satisfy you."
It was unexpected for A Mei to stay overnight at the Jade Qiong Tower. But now she was so weak all over, covered in fragrant sweat, that she really couldn't even get up. Not to mention getting dressed and going back, even going to relieve herself just now was done by An Sheng carrying her there.
As soon as An Sheng gently placed A Mei on the bed, A Mei rolled towards the inside of the bed with difficulty, making room for An Sheng. Her voice was hoarsely weak, as if still immersed in the aftertaste of their previous intimacy. She coquettishly said to An Sheng: "Husband, hold A Mei and sleep."
An Sheng got into bed and pulled A Mei into his arms. His moist lips landed on A Mei's forehead, then slid down along her nose and red lips. A Mei's hair, wet with sweat, was clumped together in strands, scattered and stuck to her chest and back. An Sheng gently pushed them aside and kissed all the way down along A Mei's shoulder blades. Then his big hand gently kneaded A Mei's limp body, with love and comfort after the lovemaking.
A Mei knew that this was her husband's tenderness and love for her. Every time she was so gently cared for by him, she felt extremely sweet in her heart. She was so limp all over that she started to pester An Sheng to talk with a soft moan.
"Husband, husband. We've been out for so long. When can we go home?"
"What, does madam miss home?"
A Mei shook her head. Looking into An Sheng's bright eyes, her eyes were filled with pure attachment: "Not really. As long as my husband is here, anywhere is A Mei's home. I just miss my godfather and Douzi a little."
An Sheng's big hand stroked A Mei's slender and soft waist. He hooked the corner of his lips and replied ambiguously: "After all the matters in Lindong are settled, we'll head back."
A Mei obediently replied with an "oh". She didn't want to and was too lazy to ask more about this official business: "Okay then."
"Husband, husband."
"Yes?"
"There's also an important thing. Do I still need to hand over those gold, silver and jewels I collected this time to the court when we return to the capital?"
An Sheng snorted and laughed: "Madam, rest assured. The situation is different now. Once things are in the hands of our husband and wife, there's no reason to hand them over."
A Mei's eyes immediately brightened: "That's great. Then, husband, you can handle your work here slowly. A Mei is not in a hurry to leave at all."
An Sheng: …
After a brief silence, An Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth. Finally, a indulgent smile appeared in his deep black eyes.
"Okay."
After saying that, An Sheng gradually put away his smile. It seemed that he thought of something. His gaze gradually became fierce, with a cold and malicious look.
"Madam, rest assured. Your husband was not in a hurry when he came, and he will naturally be even less in a hurry when he leaves. As the saying goes, it's easier to invite the gods than to send them away. By then, the ones who will really be in a hurry are them."
In his casual words, there was a violent and vicious murderous aura, as well as a wanton sense of having everything under control.
A Mei nodded: "Yes. As long as we're here, who among them won't serve us well? Isn't it true that they're the ones most looking forward to our return?"
An Sheng smiled meaningfully: "My wife is really smart."
