……
An Sheng finally removed the restraints from A Mei’s wrists and mouth.
By then, A Mei’s whole body had gone limp, trembling uncontrollably. Her eyelids were half-closed, her consciousness drifting somewhere far away. Even though she could speak, her moist lips only quivered faintly as they opened and closed, unable to produce a sound.
After being forced, again and again, to sink into the whirlpool of desire, even the corners of her eyes had been coaxed into tears by her body’s instinctive response. They were flushed and damp, like a ripe peach, while her entire body radiated exhaustion, weakness, and deep satisfaction.
In An Sheng’s eyes, she looked especially pitiful—and irresistibly lovable.
Seeing how delicate and helpless A Mei was, An Sheng gathered her into his arms. His large hand moved gently up and down her back, soothing the trembling body still caught in the afterglow. His every motion was tender and careful. He pressed a light kiss to the corner of her moist eye and coaxed her softly, “Good girl, it’s over. I won’t do it again. I know my wife can’t take any more.”
A Mei gave a soft, tearful whimper and curled up in An Sheng’s embrace. Once a little strength had finally returned to her body, she shifted slightly, as though trying to nestle even closer against his chest. Under the man’s patient comfort, her rigid, trembling body gradually softened. After a long while, she finally murmured, “Mmm… I’m so tired.”
“But it felt so good, too.”
In An Sheng’s eyes, A Mei had always been adorably honest with him—just as she was now.
“Did it?” An Sheng curved his lips into a smile and tightened his arms around her. A strange gleam flickered in his eyes as he asked softly, “Does my wife like it when I treat you this way?”
Hearing that, A Mei pursed her little lips as though considering the question. After a moment, she lifted her face and glared at An Sheng, her mouth turning into a small pout. She looked a little aggrieved, but even more puzzled, as she stammered, “B-but I never said I didn’t want you, my husband. Why did you tie A Mei up—and—and gag her, too?”
She had not truly felt wronged at first. But after saying it aloud, A Mei blinked once, then again, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. While voicing her complaint, she protested, “Were you bullying A Mei on purpose, my husband?”
Although she had enjoyed it, recalling how her husband had acted with a wild, uncontrolled intensity far beyond his usual behavior—and how completely passive she had been—A Mei felt a vague discomfort and uneasiness stirring in her heart. For the moment, she could not quite explain what it was that bothered her.
Her words made An Sheng’s heart jolt. He hurriedly denied it and coaxed her, “Oh, my sweet girl, I promise—I truly wasn’t bullying you on purpose.”
“Although I restrained you just now, I was always careful not to hurt you. I understand your body’s reactions even better than you do. If I had really ignored your feelings and bullied you, how could you have enjoyed yourself so much?”
An Sheng lowered his eyes to look at A Mei’s aggrieved expression. His heart was filled with both love and tenderness. He sighed, then bent down and kissed her little mouth. After soothing her with gentle, reassuring kisses, An Sheng slowly began to tell her the truth.
“My lady, you know that when it comes to marital relations, the way I find release is different from that of ordinary men. I have bloodlust and brutality in my very bones, and my desire for you has always been almost unnaturally intense—endless and never satisfied. We haven’t been intimate for so many days, and I truly couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Just imagining you unable to cry out, powerless to resist, and letting me do as I please makes me unbearably excited…”
At this, An Sheng looked into A Mei’s eyes with a hint of apprehension. He changed the subject. “Be good, A Mei. Don’t be angry with me, all right? I promise I’ll never truly hurt you.”
An Sheng had explained himself so openly that A Mei felt a trace of sweetness bloom in her heart. She blinked once, then again, and the last bit of sulkiness vanished completely.
She suddenly gave An Sheng a coy smile, her eyes sparkling as she let out a shy little hum. “My husband is so wicked. You even said you wanted me unable to resist and at your mercy. Surely you know better than that? I’ve always done whatever you asked, and besides, you understand better than anyone that no matter how domineering or excessive you are with me, I’m always willing. Tell me—doesn’t that still count as bullying me?”
An Sheng opened his mouth, wanting to say more.
But A Mei interrupted him again. Lowering her head, she buried it in An Sheng’s arms and affectionately rubbed her cheek against his chest. Her soft voice was both coy and bashful. “Still, I told you before: I’ll only let my husband bully me.”
Those words sent a rush of heat through An Sheng’s heart. His throat tightened, and his dark eyes grew even deeper as he stared fixedly at A Mei, his heart pounding fiercely.
His husky voice trembled with restraint and uncontrollable desire as he couldn’t help calling her name. “A Mei.”
“Mm.” A Mei answered obediently. Then, exhausted, she narrowed her eyes and mumbled softly, “My husband, I’m so tired—and sleepy, too.”
His warm palm continued to gently stroke her back as he patiently and tenderly soothed her. “Good girl. I’m holding you. Go to sleep, my lady.”
A Mei closed her eyes and hummed softly through her nose. Soon, she fell into a deep sleep.
An Sheng held her gently for a long while before sighing and murmuring, “My darling… my precious treasure.”
