...
A Mei felt as if her brain had short-circuited.
Finally, A Mei's eyes suddenly widened, her previously confused expression replaced by a mix of sudden realization and horror.
A Mei stuttered, "Husband, what... what are you saying? What do you mean A Mei likes beautiful people? A Mei was just saying that casually."
An Sheng asked in return, "Didn't my wife say that everyone has an appreciation for beauty?"
A Mei blushed in embarrassment and shook her head decisively. "A Mei just thought she looked nice, that's all. Besides, she is a woman."
At these words, An Sheng's face darkened even more. He spoke faintly, "Then what if the person singing opera next time is a beautiful man?"
A Mei was stunned!
What kind of provocation had her husband suffered?
Wait!
What did her husband mean by this?
A Mei's entire demeanor changed in an instant. She stood up abruptly, put her hands on her hips, and shouted delicately at An Sheng, "Fine! So this is what my husband thinks of A Mei. Does my husband really believe A Mei is the kind of person who would change her affections the moment she sees a handsome face?"
At this point, A Mei's eyes suddenly turned red, and her lips trembled. "A Mei clearly told you that she likes her husband the most, yet you actually don't believe A Mei."
Now it was An Sheng's turn to panic. He let out a gasp, hurriedly stood up, and pulled A Mei into his arms. A trace of panic appeared on his usually calm face as he explained, "Don't cry, don't cry. I was wrong. I was just letting my imagination run wild."
Seeing An Sheng's apologetic attitude, A Mei felt even more wronged. She simply turned her body away awkwardly and muttered in a small voice, "It's one thing for my husband to be moody and unpredictable outside on a normal day, but how can you still be like this with A Mei? It's not like my husband doesn't know A Mei's feelings for you."
An Sheng hurriedly coaxed her, "I know, how could I not know? I have always known that A Mei's feelings are just like my feelings for you. Isn't it true that the more you care, the easier it is to let your thoughts run wild? Good A Mei, it is my fault. Don't be angry and ruin your health."
Although A Mei pouted her small mouth in an unhappy manner, a deep sweetness couldn't help but well up in her heart. She gave a delicate hmph, blinked her eyes, and spoke softly, trying to reason with An Sheng: "Husband's question just now was so overbearing and unreasonable. Although my husband is not born beautiful, in A Mei's eyes, you are the most masculine and the best-looking. That kind of good looks doesn't mean having big eyes, a high nose, or perfect eyebrows. Rather, it's the kind of good looks that fills A Mei with joy the moment she sees you. Can my husband understand?"
Hearing these words, An Sheng felt a warm glow in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising. Receptive and humble, he said, "I understand, my wife is absolutely right!"
A Mei cast a sidelong glance at An Sheng, her eyes rolling as she turned the tables and said, "Husband, then A Mei also has a question for you, and you must answer truthfully."
An Sheng naturally agreed repeatedly.
"Does my husband think A Mei is beautiful?"
An Sheng didn't even think before replying directly, "Beautiful!"
"Then in my husband's eyes, is A Mei the most beautiful?"
"Yes."
A Mei felt joyful in her heart, but on the surface, she glared at An Sheng. "Wrong. There are clearly many women who look better than A Mei. Take that Little Peony from just now, for instance; even A Mei felt a sense of inadequacy."
An Sheng, however, disagreed. "What nonsense are you saying? How could she compare to my wife? Besides, I only have eyes for you. What does it matter to me whether other women are beautiful or not?"
A Mei turned her head and buried it in An Sheng's embrace. Raising her fist, she lightly pounded his chest and said coquettishly, "Isn't that it, then? A Mei understands such a simple truth, so how could my husband not understand? How could you still ask such a stupid question?"
Hearing the word "stupid" come out of A Mei's mouth, An Sheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows high. Even though he was the subject of the insult, An Sheng couldn't help but say with gratification, "My wife is indeed smart and clever, with a brilliant mind. Not only have you learned to draw inferences, but now you are also eloquent and logical. Congratulations, congratulations."
A Mei: ...
"Is my husband really praising A Mei?" A Mei pouted her little mouth, feeling that his words were somehow strange.
An Sheng was amused by A Mei's cute and coquettish appearance. He did not answer, but slowly lowered his head and gently touched her moist lips. At first, it was a light taste, then a deeper exploration, and finally, like a violent storm, he overbearingly plundered A Mei's breath.
Kissed breathlessly, A Mei's fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of An Sheng's clothes tightly. Her eyes rippled with emotion, misting over, and carrying a soft, hazy look that made her flushed cheeks appear even more delicate and charming.
Suddenly, a gust of south wind blew across the lake, causing the entire boat to sway gently. An Sheng hugged A Mei even tighter, the two swaying gently along with their slightly hurried breaths.
When the kiss ended, An Sheng's panting grew heavier. Blazing heat and fanaticism brewed and surged in the depths of his eyes, filled even more with a predatory and tyrannical desire.
An Sheng had always been gentle and restrained with A Mei. He kissed A Mei's bright red earlobe with forbearance and ambiguity, his lust-filled breath exhaling by A Mei's ear: "A Mei, may I?"
By this time, A Mei's body had long gone soft. Her wet eyes were full of longing and dependence. In front of An Sheng, she was not the least bit coy, opening her mouth softly, "A Mei wants her husband to kiss A Mei, hold A Mei, bully A Mei..."
An Sheng's breath caught. He bent down and scooped A Mei up in his arms, striding toward the cabin inside the flower boat.
A Mei tightly hugged her husband's neck. Her shy gaze met the familiar fanaticism in An Sheng's eyes, and her heart skipped a beat for a moment.
An Sheng's footsteps were now urgent and messy. Finally, An Sheng kicked open the cabin door and then slammed it shut. Before A Mei had time to observe the layout of the cabin, she was thrown onto the soft bed.
Amidst the spinning room, A Mei used her remaining rationality to tug at An Sheng's sleeve, her voice trembling as she said, "Husband is not allowed to tear A Mei's clothes, otherwise there's nothing to change into... ah..."
Riiip—
"Mmph... so mean..."
"...You... just... wait..."
......
A Mei had been a frugal person since she was a child. The last time An Sheng tore her clothes, A Mei remembered it all along. This time, it was the same again, and A Mei was truly angry.
It was supposed to be a nice outing, but her makeup was ruined, her clothes were shredded, and she couldn't even get up...
It wasn't until nightfall that A Mei recovered her strength. Wrapped in a quilt and leaning against the bed, she laid down the law: tonight she was staying on the flower boat, and An Sheng was to go back to the manor to sleep.
How could An Sheng agree to this? However, knowing he was in the wrong, he had no choice but to coax her with sweet words. He was gentle and careful in every way, personally serving her food and drink, and voluntarily promising never to ruin her clothes again. Only then did he manage to coax A Mei into relenting.
The West Market was very lively at night. It happened to be the middle of the month, and the moonlight was bright and clear. A Mei's body was soft and tired, but she wasn't sleepy at all. She nestled softly in An Sheng's embrace, looking out the window into the distance.
She pointed at the sky. "Husband, look, the moon tonight is so round and beautiful."
An Sheng looked up, his gaze deep. The corners of his lips curled up. "Mhm, it is indeed beautiful."
"Husband."
"Mhm."
"Although the moon is beautiful, what A Mei loves looking at the most is her husband."
An Sheng chuckled softly. Resting against An Sheng's chest, A Mei could feel his entire body vibrating slightly with his laughter.
A Mei stopped gazing at the moon. She rolled over and gave An Sheng's arm a gentle tug. Understanding her intention, An Sheng shifted his body so that they were lying on their sides, face to face.
A Mei reached out to caress An Sheng's face, her soft fingers sliding across his forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and nose, delicately tracing his features.
"My husband's skin is so fair, soft and smooth to the touch. Your eyebrows aren't too thick, and they curve so gently when you smile at A Mei. Your eyes are long, and they can be quite intimidating when you're angry at someone, but A Mei loves them. Your nose... huh? Husband, why is there a tiny little indentation here by the side of your nose?"
An Sheng thought back for a moment before replying, "This is a pockmark left behind from when I caught the pox as a child."
A Mei leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the little mark. She blinked her eyes, seemingly delighted to have found something they had in common. "Husband, A Mei also caught the pox when she was little. Back then, to keep me from scratching and leaving scars, my mother tied me up for a whole five days!"
At the mention of her mother, a brief flash of sorrow passed through A Mei's eyes as she fell into reminiscence. "My mother told A Mei that I absolutely must not move, because if I got scarred, I wouldn't be able to find a husband when I grew up. But A Mei was just so itchy. Even though I was tied down, I couldn't help but rub against everything. I didn't dare tell my mother at the time, but A Mei actually did end up with a pockmark on her body."
"Husband, guess where it is?"
An Sheng had been listening with rapt attention. Hearing this, his large hand trailed down A Mei's smooth back until it reached the dimple of her lower back, landing perfectly on that faint little mark. "Right here," he said.
A Mei's eyes immediately widened in pleasant surprise.
"How did you know, Husband?"
His face full of tender affection, An Sheng reached out and pinched the tip of A Mei's little nose. "You silly little thing. There isn't a single inch of your body that I haven't seen. Of course I know."
Hearing his words, A Mei couldn't help but blush, her heart filling with an incomparable sweetness.
Embarrassed, A Mei added sheepishly, "A Mei was terrified back then. I didn't dare tell my mother, and I even cried secretly because I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to get married when I grew up."
An Sheng's mind instantly conjured up an image of a little A Mei crying in secret. He couldn't help but feel a surge of tender pity and heartache for her. He patted her back soothingly and said in a serious tone, "There are no such strict rules. How could you not find a husband? Haven't you married me?"
A Mei felt both moved and incredibly fortunate. "That's right. Marrying you, Husband, is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to A Mei in this life."
"But..."
A Mei's mood visibly dampened again.
"What's wrong?" An Sheng noticed her sudden drop in spirits and asked softly.
A Mei pursed her lips. "It's nothing. A Mei just suddenly thought of my mother. She passed away early and didn't get to see A Mei get married."
An Sheng let out a soft sigh. "If your mother is watching over us from heaven and sees how deeply in love we are now, she would naturally be at peace."
A Mei nodded firmly. Then, holding up the bracelet on her wrist for An Sheng to see, her eyes curved into a sweet smile. "Not just A Mei's mother, but Husband's mother too. My mother-in-law would also be happy for us."
