An Sheng had always been a light sleeper.
He woke up the moment the body in his arms stirred. An Sheng opened his eyes. He had let down the bed curtains last night, and now it was pitch black. He initially thought A Mei needed to use the chamber pot, and if she rolled over, he would get up to lift the curtains for her.
But after waiting for a moment, the body in his arms made no movement to turn or get up. An Sheng's lips curled up, and he was just about to speak.
A small hand traced along his chest, inching its way up to stroke his cheek.
The warm, soft touch on his face made An Sheng pause.
The next moment, An Sheng felt a weight on him as a fragrant, soft body climbed onto his chest.
There was a rustling sound of clothing rubbing together.
A soft, moist sensation touched the tip of his nose, then his chin, and finally the corner of his lips.
An Sheng suddenly grabbed the slender waist above him firmly with both hands. As A Mei let out a gasp of surprise, his voice carried an uncontrollable tremble and huskiness,
"A Mei, not sleeping in the middle of the night, what are you provoking me for?"
In the darkness, neither could see the other's expression, but even without seeing, An Sheng knew that A Mei's little face must be completely flushed right now.
Finally, a soft and coquettish voice came, "A Mei woke up and couldn't fall back asleep, so I just wanted to kiss my husband."
An Sheng took A Mei and rolled over. Propping himself up on his arms, he trapped A Mei beneath him, then lowered his head and kissed fiercely toward the source of the voice.
Their hot breaths tangled together. Her lips and tongue were forcefully captured, and her soft lips were devoured until they lost their shape, turning from moist to a dripping crimson. Only after an unknown amount of time did he release her.
A Mei's body went limp from the kiss. Blushing deeply, she tried to hide against An Sheng's warm chest. But on second thought, it was so dark that nothing could be seen anyway, so she boldly kissed An Sheng's neck once, and then again.
Her hands grew even bolder, trailing down An Sheng's chest until they wrapped around his waist. She lightly scratched him a few times, muttering softly, unafraid of death, "Even though my husband looks thin, you are actually very solid to the touch."
An Sheng immediately felt as if a feather had brushed against his waist. It tickled endlessly, and even the very tip of his heart began to itch.
An Sheng caught her two mischievous hands with one hand and pinned them above her head, while his other hand went to untie the ribbons of her inner garments. His voice was low and husky, carrying a hint of coaxing as he asked, "Do you want it?"
Ever since they had consummated their marriage, A Mei had gradually shed her girlish innocence. Even with his eyes closed, An Sheng knew the unconscious charm between A Mei's brows right now. The collision of innocence and desire always tempted him so much that he wished he could swallow her whole.
A Mei naturally loved this feeling of absolute intimacy with her husband. She gave a soft murmur in response to her husband's question of whether she wanted it. But then she remembered how her husband had accompanied her shopping for so long yesterday, and even carried her on his back for quite a distance. Would she be too inconsiderate for pestering him like this?
Thinking of this, A Mei asked sweetly, "Are you tired, husband?"
An Sheng gently kissed A Mei's neck, carefully savoring her girlish smoothness and sweet scent. Breathing warmly against her skin, he said slowly, "Since A Mei is being so proactive, it would be too unromantic of me to claim I am tired."
Perhaps he nipped a ticklish spot, for A Mei giggled. With her hands still pinned above her head by her husband, she softly begged for mercy, "Ah, husband, let go of A Mei quickly, it tickles."
An Sheng released his grip, and A Mei took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck. Panting slightly, she remembered that her husband had three days of leave, and tomorrow would be the second day. She asked, "Husband, what are we going to do tomorrow?"
"What does A Mei want to do? Are there any places you want to go?" An Sheng kissed his way down, inch by inch.
Being kissed like this, A Mei felt her body growing hotter and hotter, and her thoughts slowed down.
After a long while, A Mei let out a startled gasp and answered brokenly, "As long as I am with you, husband... going anywhere... doing anything is fine..."
"Alright."
...
Unfortunately, An Sheng suddenly had a social engagement the next day. It was a gathering organized by a Grand Secretary, and the invitation had already been delivered to the estate.
An Sheng waved his hand, instructing Xiao Zhengzi to reject it outright.
"Ah, wait."
A Mei, who was beside him, stopped Xiao Zhengzi. Pursing her lips, she looked at An Sheng earnestly, "Husband, you said this person is a Grand Secretary, and his official rank is higher than yours. What if you offend him by not going?"
An Sheng raised his eyebrows uncaringly and scoffed, "Hmph, even if the Chief Grand Secretary invited me, it would not be as important as accompanying my wife."
These words made A Mei feel both touched and delighted, but she could not let her husband care only about her like this. She immediately put on a serious face and said, "You should still go, husband. You do not have to accompany A Mei shopping. A Mei can just take Wu Da, Hehua, and the others along."
An Sheng felt a warmth in his heart. He pondered for a moment, then nodded, "How about this, I will go over first to see what they intend to do, and then I will come find you very soon, alright?"
"Mm, alright!"
