They spent the night tangled together in blissful pleasure.
A Mei was left weak and utterly exhausted after being thoroughly worn out. In the seemingly endless depths of desire, she sobbed softly and complained before finally drifting into a deep sleep.
When she woke again, it was nearly noon the following day. The moment A Mei stirred, An Sheng awoke as well.
He gazed at his little wife in his arms. From his angle, he could only see her lashes tremble before her eyes slowly opened, still hazy with sleep. She blinked once, then again, and shifted lazily in his embrace, stretching her small body before burying her head back into his chest.
An Sheng watched as the adorable little head rubbed back and forth against his chest.
The smooth, tender sensation spreading from his chest instantly melted his heart at the sight of A Mei’s soft, charmingly cute behavior.
The corners of An Sheng’s lips lifted higher and higher. Unable to resist, he tightened his arms around A Mei and gently soothed her smooth back with one large hand.
“Awake?” he asked softly.
A Mei lifted her head from his embrace. Her limpid eyes blinked repeatedly, shining with complete dependence and sweetness. Then she revealed a well-behaved, lovely smile and called out softly, “Husband.”
An Sheng’s eyes flickered. In that instant, it seemed as though even his breathing had stopped. His eyes curved into a smile, while undisguised affection and love surged through their depths like a tide.
“Yes. It’s getting late. Are you hungry, my wife? Thirsty?”
A Mei gently shook her head. A faint, secret delight appeared on her pretty face. Then she tipped up her chin, pursed her little lips at An Sheng, and stared straight at him.
She looked exactly like a temptress asking for a kiss.
An Sheng’s heart stirred. Tightening his arm around her, he immediately kissed her.
His kiss was not heated or urgent. Instead, he kissed her with extraordinary gentleness, softly and carefully, savoring every moment. As their lips and tongues met, the sweetness of their love spread from the tips of their tongues to the very depths of their hearts.
At last, the kiss ended.
A Mei’s little face glowed with extraordinary sweetness and happiness.
An Sheng helped the soft, delicate woman in his arms sit up. But the moment A Mei sat upright, she felt even more sore and weak. With a slight frown, she reached out and gave An Sheng a push.
“Husband, go get my undergarments and clothes.”
An Sheng immediately threw back the covers and climbed out of bed.
When he returned with her clothes, he saw A Mei sitting there with her brows knitted together, looking uncomfortable. The instant she saw him, she stretched out her arms and glared at him with mock reproach.
“Husband, my whole body is sore and tired. I feel awful.”
As she spoke, the quilt wrapped around her slipped down, revealing countless marks and blotches of affection scattered across her fair skin. The sight was truly pitiful. A Mei lowered her head to look and froze, stunned. For a moment, she felt utterly miserable.
Then she lifted her little face, pouting so hard her lips nearly reached her nose. She complained and accused him, though her soft tone sounded more like playful coaxing than genuine anger.
“It’s all your fault, Husband. I told you last night that I didn’t want any more, but you still wouldn’t stop. Look, look! No wonder my whole body hurts. Just look what you’ve done to me!”
“Hmph! All you know is how to bully me!”
An Sheng’s expression changed at once. Heartbroken and anxious, he hurried forward and gathered A Mei into his arms, kissing her as he coaxed her.
“Oh, my darling, how could I ever bear to bully you?”
“It really wasn’t bullying. We simply couldn’t control ourselves, and besides, you enjoyed it too, didn’t you?”
“My precious darling, no matter whose fault it was, it was all mine. If you feel wronged, hit me to vent your anger, all right?”
…
An Sheng lowered himself completely and coaxed her with every tender word he could think of. A Mei had initially been puffed up with anger, but she soon softened. She had never truly been angry in the first place; she had only been pretending to act spoiled.
Sure enough, before long, A Mei shyly and happily buried herself in An Sheng’s embrace and coyly asked him to massage her.
As he soothed her with sweet words, An Sheng patiently and gently massaged her, rubbing her waist and then her legs. Once A Mei was comfortable, she pressed her lips together, unable to hide her delight, and gazed at An Sheng with damp, limpid eyes. The mist in them had yet to fully fade.
“Husband, A Mei is hungry.”
The woman in his arms breathed softly. Her dark eyes were veiled in a hazy mist as she gazed at him with shifting, captivating glances. An Sheng felt as though that look had struck him in the heart. He swallowed, and his breathing unconsciously quickened.
He reached out and could not resist brushing his thumb lightly over A Mei’s soft lips.
“Hungry?”
“Mmm…” A Mei parted her lips to answer, but with his finger resting there, the tip of her moist tongue accidentally brushed across it. An Sheng’s eyes darkened in an instant.
A brief silence fell.
Then An Sheng suddenly said, “Since you’re still sore, you’d better not tempt me. If we carry on, you truly won’t be able to take it.”
A Mei: …
A Mei’s brows shot up. She grabbed the soft flesh at An Sheng’s waist and twisted it hard, refusing to let go.
“Hmph! What are you thinking about, Husband? A Mei is hungry! Get up and help me wash and dress. I want to eat!”
“Oh, my lady, easy, easy! I’m getting up right now. I’ll help you dress and freshen up.”
“Hmph. I want snow pear sweet soup.”
“All right, all right. You shall have it.”
“And I want some iced cream too.”
“All right, but you mustn’t have too much.”
“Oh. Then this afternoon, I want you to go boating on the lake with me.”
“Of course. I’ll spend the whole day with you today.”
“Hm? Husband, aren’t you going to attend to your official business today?”
“How could official business be more important than my wife? No matter the time, I’ll always put you first.”
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