“No, husband. Lord Cui has already fainted, so how can you still be laughing?”
It was no wonder A Mei couldn’t stand it anymore. Ever since Lord Cui had passed out, the entire Ministry of Justice had been thrown into chaos. Though Lord Cui had quickly regained consciousness and the physician had said he was unharmed, her husband’s visibly delighted laughter was, to put it bluntly, rather asking to be hated.
An Sheng, however, seemed entirely unaware. A few more chuckles rumbled from his chest, the corners of his lips still curved upward, his eyes gleaming with pleasure as he drawled lazily, “What? Is our family not allowed to laugh when we’re happy?”
The carriage swayed gently. A Mei lifted the curtain and glanced outside. They were nearly home, and she could no longer hold back. With a delicate little huff, she asked in exasperation, though there was more bewilderment than annoyance in her voice, “But, husband, you’ve been laughing all afternoon and all the way here. What on earth is so funny?”
An Sheng said nothing. His dark eyes remained fixed on her, deep and unfathomable, glowing with a strange warmth as he stared at A Mei with extraordinary focus.
Perhaps his gaze was simply impossible to ignore.
A Mei raised her head and met his deep eyes. They were intense and burning, as though he meant to melt her into their depths. Suddenly shy, she lowered her head, her heart beating faster.
Her breath caught. Then she glanced up at An Sheng again. Her bright black eyes blinked softly as she asked in a gentle voice, “Why are you looking at me like that, husband?”
An Sheng’s answer was to sweep out an arm and pull A Mei, who was sitting beside him, entirely into his embrace. He pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her little face, then lowered his head and kissed her.
“Mmm.”
His movements were so sudden and rough that A Mei instinctively tried to dodge, but he pressed her head firmly in place.
This was a high-grade official carriage, far more spacious than an ordinary one, with seats that were both longer and wider. An Sheng simply turned her over and pinned her beneath him. His hot breath brushed against her fair cheek.
A Mei could only close her eyes, her lashes trembling, as he captured her lips and nipped them gently.
“Oh, husband, we’re still on the road. What are you doing?”
His adorable little wife lay beneath him, soft and obedient. An Sheng’s breathing suddenly grew heavier.
He looked down at her flushed cheeks.
“A Mei, you really are our family’s precious treasure.”
A Mei blinked once, then again, looking rather puzzled. What did that have to do with anything?
An Sheng thoughtfully explained, “Nothing in particular. It’s just that having my wife by my side makes our family terribly happy.”
“Oh.” A Mei pushed against his chest. “Husband, get up. We’re almost home. Ah! What are you doing?”
As A Mei let out a small cry of surprise, An Sheng pulled open the front of her clothes, exposing a broad expanse of smooth, tender skin.
While A Mei was still stunned, he called coldly toward the outside of the carriage:
“Don’t return to the residence yet. Make another circuit along the original route.”
“Yes, my lord!”
His kisses then moved possessively down her neck, gliding from there to her round, delicate shoulder before continuing downward to her full breasts.
A Mei: “!”
That spot was far too sensitive and stimulating. Just as A Mei gasped, a large hand covered her mouth.
A hoarse voice followed. “Be good, wife. This carriage isn’t soundproof. You’d best not make a noise.”
A Mei’s eyes widened, both embarrassed and furious. “Mmph! Mmph!”
Unable to speak, she could only pinch An Sheng’s waist with one hand in anger.
An Sheng seemed completely unaffected and continued doing as he pleased.
At that moment, his eyes held a kind of crazed, uncontrolled obsession. Scorching heat lingered in his voice, twisting into seductive words as he coaxed her and gave voice to the deepest desire in his heart.
“Be good, A Mei. I suddenly can’t hold myself back anymore. I want you right now. I promise I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you.”
A Mei: “…”
At last, under An Sheng’s practiced teasing, A Mei’s body went limp. Waves of tingling pleasure swept over her, and she instinctively clung to him. Only then did An Sheng remove the hand covering her mouth.
A Mei bit her lower lip to keep those strange sounds from escaping. Her moist eyes were red and glistening, and her stammering complaint was soft, carrying an indescribable allure and shyness.
“Hmph. Honestly, husband… why are you in such a hurry? Couldn’t you have waited until we got home?”
“No. Our family truly can’t wait even a single breath longer!” An Sheng’s movements were restrained and gentle, but his words were utterly domineering.
A Mei: “…”
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