The two of them played around in the bath for a while. When the water was almost cool, An Sheng lifted A Mei, whose entire body had been soaked until it was flushed pink, out of the tub. He carefully dried her, wrapped her up, and carried her to the bed.
Then he leaned over her.
A flurry of kisses fell on A Mei’s forehead, cheeks, and lips before trailing down along her neck.
A pair of large hands then tugged away the wrapping around A Mei, revealing her graceful figure.
He gently licked her skin, his large hands… (Note: everything in the “explicit” section below has been deleted.)
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A Mei’s breathing grew short and shallow. Her face had flushed deeply, and she could not help letting out a soft moan, her expression filled with tender, coquettish intoxication.
But at that moment, An Sheng suddenly stopped.
He abruptly sat up, turned around, and untied the bed curtain behind him.
The room instantly grew dim, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Just as A Mei was wondering what was happening, her hands were suddenly pinned above her head by one large hand. Then, at her joined wrists, she felt the soft touch of silk as it was wrapped around them, layer after layer.
A Mei’s eyes widened slightly, and her body stiffened, as though she had not yet processed what was happening. After a while, she suddenly realized that her husband had tied her up.
What was this?
A Mei struggled once. She had to admit, he had tied her rather securely.
In the darkness, A Mei blinked once, then again, looking innocent and helpless. “Wait, my husband, why are you tying me up?”
Then she coquettishly pleaded in a soft, pampered voice, “Oh, my husband, are you going to bully A Mei? Don’t. Untie me.” Although she said that, there was no fear in her voice, only shy, bashful anticipation. She had always trusted and loved her husband with all her heart.
An Sheng fell unusually silent for a moment.
Just as A Mei was about to ask another question in confusion, An Sheng suddenly… His voice was filled with restraint and barely concealed self-control.
“A Mei, be good. Tell me, will you let your husband have his way with you?”
“Ah.” A Mei let out a small gasp, her whole body trembling. …Deleted… She wanted to push him away with her hands, but belatedly remembered that they had already been tied up.
A Mei stared wide-eyed, and her little face flushed bright red once again.
Fortunately, An Sheng had lowered the bed curtain, and the darkness made it impossible to see clearly. A Mei was spared from even greater embarrassment. Overcome with shyness, she turned her face to the side and spoke in a bashful, pitifully soft voice. “My husband, don’t. Untie A Mei quickly. When have I ever refused you?”
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“Ah!” The tone of A Mei’s moan suddenly changed. She whimpered, twisting her body as two indistinct moans escaped her lips.
“My husband! My husband! You!”
The next moment, An Sheng leaned over her again. Strong yet gentle, he turned A Mei’s face toward him. Without a word, he grasped her neck with his slender fingers, forcing her to tilt her head back slightly. Finding her lips, he kissed her fiercely.
For a while, the two of them kissed passionately, utterly lost in one another and reluctant to part. When their lips finally separated, An Sheng spoke at last, coaxing her seductively as he repeated the question.
“A Mei, be good. Tell me, will you let your husband have his way with you?”
Had A Mei been able to see him, she would have noticed the intense desire in the man’s eyes, so powerful it seemed ready to spill over. It was unrestrained and impossible to suppress, displayed without the slightest concealment.
A Mei was completely unaware, already intoxicated by her husband’s caresses. She nodded faintly, her voice soft with shy embarrassment and a hint of anticipation.
“Yes… I’m willing.”
The smile at the corners of the man’s mouth deepened. His dark eyes were steeped in greedy, wanton malice and an instinctive, deeply rooted urge to seize and possess.
More than anything else, however, they held the obsessive, peculiar possessiveness he had always felt toward A Mei.
A silence filled the air—one that A Mei only belatedly realized was deeply abnormal, like the prelude to a storm.
In the darkness, A Mei’s eyes brimmed with tears. Neither annoyed nor angry, she obediently and softly called out, “Husband~”
Accompanied by the faint rustle of fabric, An Sheng gave a low hum.
A Mei was both shy and nervous, her voice soft and delicate. “Gently, please. Don’t hurt A Mei.”
The next moment, she suddenly felt something being placed in her mouth… something like soft silk fabric.
Her eyes flew wide with shock and confusion. “Mmph… mmph-mmph.”
She wanted to say something, but her mouth was blocked, leaving her unable to form clear words.
A Mei: ?
A Mei: !
Her husband’s warm, low murmur sounded beside her ear.
“Good girl, don’t be afraid. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Rest assured, my lady—I’ll be gentle and take good care of you. I absolutely won’t hurt you.”
A Mei: …
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