The moment they returned to the room, A Mei flopped limply onto the bed, hugging the quilt and grumbling that her back ached and she was completely drained.
The next second, a warm palm began kneading gently at her waist.
A Mei immediately moaned in comfort, starting to direct him in a coquettish tone:
"Mm, my dear husband, a little to the left."
"A little further down."
"No, just a tiny bit, that's right, that's exactly the spot, it feels so good when you rub there."
An Sheng was infinitely patient. Once A Mei was feeling nice and relaxed, he pulled her up gently. "Alright, the bath is all ready over there. This husband is going to escort his lady to take a bath."
A Mei actually didn't want to move at all, but after all the exertion they had gone through earlier, they were both sweaty, and it really would be uncomfortable not to wash up. She rolled her eyes, let out a feigned little yelp, pouted her lips, and looked utterly delicate and spoiled. She reached out to tug at An Sheng's sleeve, swinging it back and forth, and said in a soft, sugary voice, "Husband, I don't have any strength left in my body. I want you to carry me over to the bath on your back."
An Sheng had never been anything but indulgent to A Mei. He smiled fondly, immediately turned around and squatted halfway, then turned his head to look at A Mei behind him and said gently, "Come on, this husband will carry his lady."
A Mei's face lit up with a bright smile in an instant, and the next moment she hopped lightly onto An Sheng's back.
An Sheng held her securely as he carried her, even bouncing her a little playfully, and couldn't help teasing her with a laugh, "You say you have no strength at all, but look how spry you are. This husband really didn't see that coming at all."
A Mei blinked her eyes, smiling sweetly as she pretended to be confused, "Huh? What did you just say, husband? I didn't hear a word of that. Why don't you say it again, hm?"
Right as she finished saying "say it again", A Mei leaned over and bit An Sheng's earlobe, deliberately grinding her teeth against the soft flesh there, her little coo full of playful threatening intent.
An Sheng's smile grew even wider, though he spoke in a helpless, indulgent tone, "Ouch, my lady, this husband didn't say anything. Don't bite, don't bite."
A Mei released her gentle bite and giggled merrily, completely satisfied as she cooed, "Oh, don't worry, husband. A Mei loves you the most, I would never really bite you hard."
An Sheng: ...
Inside the bathhouse.
A Mei lay limply against the edge of the wooden tub, letting An Sheng carefully scrub her back.
When he was almost done, she turned around and voluntarily lifted her neck and arms for him.
Warm, damp palms stroked gently over her neck, rubbing slowly, but when they reached her armpits, A Mei couldn't help squirming away, laughing uncontrollably.
"No, that tickles too much! I'll wash that part myself."
An Sheng's voice turned low and husky, "Fine, this husband will wash other parts for you."
As he spoke, those large hands drifted downward.
At first A Mei didn't think anything was wrong, but before long, those hands were clearly starting to misbehave.
"Hey!" A Mei grabbed that wandering, mischievous hand at once, lifting her head with dark eyes glistening with dampness, staring at An Sheng in chiding exasperation, "Husband, what do you think you're doing!"
An Sheng kept a perfectly straight face, "Nothing at all. This husband is just washing my lady's body properly."
A Mei immediately turned her body to shift away to one side, "Then I don't need you to wash me anymore, I'll do it myself."
But An Sheng wrapped a big arm around her and pulled her right back into his hold, saying firmly, "Absolutely not. This husband loves his lady more than anything, how could I let you tire yourself out? This little task is something I should personally take care of to serve you."
A Mei was completely speechless. She couldn't help poking An Sheng right between his eyebrows with her finger, then glared at him reproachfully and teased, "Husband, you have the thickest skin ever."
An Sheng just chuckled lowly, not the slightest bit offended, and playfully bantered back, "Thin skin doesn't put food on the table, and it definitely won't let me marry my beautiful little wife A Mei here."
Beautiful little wife...
A Mei blinked, and her face suddenly flushed bright red. She felt so flustered and shy that she squirmed, half coquettish and half pushing against An Sheng's chest, "Ugh, husband, let go of me. We're almost done washing, let's get out now."
An Sheng had no intention of granting her wish. Right now, he could feel the soft, smooth skin of the woman in his arms, and his heart was filled with restless, warm desire. His large hands wandered and kneaded gently at her soft, tender curves, his eyes darkening and brightening in turns as his breathing grew heavier.
His voice was deep, murmuring like a spell right by A Mei's ear, the warm breath making her ears turn even pinker, "What's the rush, my lady? The water is still perfectly warm. Let's soak here a little longer."
Even as he spoke, his hands started to toy mischievously at her most sensitive spot...
"Ahh! I told you to stop that!" A Mei gasped in surprise, so flustered that she kicked An Sheng lightly with her leg, scolding him in a coquettish huff, "Husband! A Mei is so tired, and besides, I don't like doing things in the water at all."
The second he heard that A Mei didn't like it, An Sheng stopped his movements right away. He held her close, patting her back gently with his big palm to soothe her, coaxing softly, "Good girl, A Mei. If my lady doesn't like it, this husband won't touch you anymore, okay?"
A Mei pouted and nodded, suddenly looking a little wronged as she complained, "It's all your fault, husband. Back at the hot spring, you treated A Mei so roughly that I even passed out. Hmph, you've probably forgotten all about that, haven't you?"
"I haven't forgotten. This husband could never forget." A glint of reminiscence flashed in An Sheng's eyes, and he couldn't help darting his tongue out to lick his lips, his narrow eyes half-lidded like he was savoring every last bit of that memory.
Suddenly, a strange, amused smile spread across his face, and he murmured softly to coax her, "But this husband remembers very clearly that my lady was enjoying herself so much, the sounds you made were so incredibly alluring, you only fell unconscious from running out of all your strength at the very end."
A Mei's eyes went wide, and she twisted hard right at An Sheng's waist, so flustered, angry, and embarrassed all at once, "Husband, you, stop talking! I never did any of that!"
"Ouch, my lady, easy, easy." An Sheng squirmed a little begging for mercy, but there was a fiery, almost crazed warmth in his eyes, with a hint of teasing mischief, and he kept going, "This husband is just telling the truth, why is my lady so mad? How about this, I tell you all the little details from that time, including how even after you passed out, you were still clinging to me without realizing it, refusing to let go."
A Mei: ...
"You're awful! Husband! You, you! I'll show you!"
"Ouch, don't pinch, don't pinch! My lady, my dear madam, this husband is sorry! I'll stop talking, I'll stop!"
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