A Mei knew that her husband's appetite had always been light, so she had come up with a few refreshing and easily digestible side dishes.
"Husband, quickly taste them and see how they are. Do they suit your appetite?"
A Mei's face was filled with excitement as she picked up a little bit of everything and placed it into the bowl in front of An Sheng.
An Sheng's eyes carried a hidden depth. Meeting A Mei's expectant gaze, he let out a deep sigh, then picked up his chopsticks with a normal expression and ate the food in his bowl bite by bite.
"How is it?" A Mei widened her bright, watery eyes, staring unblinkingly at An Sheng.
An Sheng nodded, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. "Very good."
A Mei felt a sense of vanity at being praised. Filled with a floating sense of joy, she blurted out, "Then how does it compare to the food in the palace?"
As soon as A Mei said this, she realized what she had asked and gave an embarrassed smile.
Just as she was about to say something to cover it up, An Sheng interrupted her.
An Sheng gave a soft chuckle and said as a matter of course, "How could the food in the palace possibly compare to what you make?"
A Mei heard him clearly and couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her tone both surprised and doubtful.
Looking at A Mei's blank and silly expression, An Sheng couldn't help but let out a low laugh. He raised an eyebrow. "What, you don't believe me?"
How could A Mei believe him? She cast a shy glance at her husband, her heart filled with joy, and said coquettishly, "You only know how to coax me, Husband."
An Sheng's eyes shifted slightly as he reached out and grasped A Mei's hand. "Naturally, I am happy to coax you, but what I said is also the truth."
A Mei blinked. "But aren't the royal chefs in the palace the best cooks in the world?"
An Sheng scoffed. Perhaps thinking of something, a look of disgust crossed his face, and he said ambiguously, "Just thinking about those filthy matters in the palace makes me sick to my stomach, and the same goes for the food." Speaking up to here, An Sheng met A Mei's watery eyes. He paused, and his expression softened into something gentle and warm. "These dishes are refreshing and crisp. I like them very much. A Mei has put her heart into this."
Receiving her husband's praise that she had put her heart into it, A Mei was elated. Her eyes narrowed into crescents like the early moon. Happily, A Mei served her husband another full bowl of food, smiling so widely her eyes crinkled as she watched him finish it.
When An Sheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, a servant brought over a basin for him to rinse his mouth and wash his hands. A Mei poured tea for her husband. Seeing An Sheng drink the tea, A Mei's watery eyes twinkled. She reached out and gently poked the back of An Sheng's hand. After poking once, she poked again, asking softly, "Husband, have you eaten and drunk your fill?"
An Sheng's heart itched from A Mei's poking. His calm voice carried a trace of imperceptible huskiness. "Mm."
A Mei stood up, two blushes flying to her cheeks, but her eyes were overly bright. She went to hold An Sheng's hand, and An Sheng followed her movement and stood up.
He then heard A Mei looking at him with both expectation and shyness, saying delicately, "Then can Husband serve A Mei now? A Mei also wants to serve Husband."
An Sheng only felt something explode in his heart.
A Mei got her wish and was carried back to the bedroom by An Sheng, only she was thrown onto the bed before she even had time to untie her clothes.
What followed was an overwhelming shower of kisses. A Mei was completely covered by An Sheng bit by bit, fitting seamlessly and entirely.
"Mmph... Husband..."
A Mei was kissed until she was once again out of breath. An Sheng's lips and tongue were now greedily extracting the sweetness and air from A Mei's mouth. Poor A Mei even had a bit of moisture forced out of the corners of her eyes.
An Sheng finally let go of A Mei's red and swollen little mouth.
With a tearing sound.
A Mei's clothes were ruthlessly torn open by An Sheng, revealing a large expanse of the young woman's smooth and tender skin.
A Mei came back to her senses and immediately felt a deep heartache.
"Ah, Husband, don't tear it, this is brocade."
An Sheng turned a deaf ear to her, his large hands pulling at A Mei's skirt and undergarments again.
"Ah, my skirt!"
Riiiip...
"A Mei's undergarments! Don't... A Mei will take them off herself, mmph..."
With her husband ruining her clothes like this, A Mei was both shocked and angry. In the end, she failed to rescue her undergarments. Before she even had time to complain, she was swallowed up by lust...
Messy panting, moans, and delicate weeping poured out heavily or lightly through the thick bed curtains. The candlelight in the room flickered until it burned out and extinguished.
What exactly had stimulated her husband? This was A Mei's last thought before her consciousness fell into darkness.
A Mei slept for a long time. In that familiar embrace, she had the most peaceful sleep she had experienced in days.
In her daze, A Mei felt something gently touching her cheek. That soft sensation was ticklish and light.
A Mei twisted her body and finally opened her eyes.
The next moment, she bumped into a pair of deep and dazzling eyes.
A Mei curved her lips and smiled sweetly at An Sheng. With a face full of dependence and love, she called out softly, "Husband."
An Sheng gently pecked the tip of A Mei's nose. "You're finally awake. If you don't wake up soon, the sun will be roasting your bottom. It's time to get up."
A Mei wrapped her arms around An Sheng's lean waist and buried her head in his chest, sighing comfortably. "No, A Mei doesn't want to get up."
An Sheng curled his lips into a doting smile. He pulled A Mei out of his embrace. "Didn't you say you wanted to go to the fair in the south of the city? Are we not going anymore?"
A Mei suddenly sat up from the bed:
"We're going."
"Husband, hurry up and get dressed."
The cotton quilt slipped from A Mei's body, revealing a large expanse of skin covered in marks of their love. A Mei was oblivious to this at the moment; her gaze landed on the messy clothes at the foot of the bed.
A small ache of distress welled up again. She turned her head to glare at An Sheng, stretched out her arm pointing at the pile of clothes, and complained in a low voice, "Look at this, look. Such good clothes were all torn and ruined by you, Husband."
An Sheng's eyes flashed slightly. Showing sincerity, he immediately admitted his mistake. "Mm, I was wrong. Since they are ruined, how about I compensate A Mei with a few more pieces?"
A Mei pouted her small mouth. "A Mei doesn't need Husband to compensate. A Mei has more clothes now than she can ever wear. It's just... it's just that you shouldn't waste and destroy things like this."
An Sheng kept a smile on his lips but didn't say anything. He got out of bed, found a set of clothes from the cabinet and dressed himself. He then found the undergarments and inner linings A Mei usually wore, and finally handed A Mei a slightly pink ruqun dress.
"This dress looks nice. I haven't seen it before, so it must suit you perfectly. Put it on and let me see, A Mei."
As soon as his voice fell, A Mei, who hadn't even blushed while being completely naked, suddenly flushed bright red. She shyly took the clothes, telling her husband to turn around so she could get dressed.
An Sheng: ...
An Sheng raised his eyebrows high. After a good while, he slowly turned around.
The rustling sound of clothes being put on could be heard.
"Husband, A Mei is dressed."
An Sheng turned around, meeting A Mei's charming and shy eyes. His smile widened as he nodded earnestly. "Mm, my wife looks beautiful in whatever she wears."
