Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Her drenched nightgown fell to the ground.
Yan Rusheng looked down and admired her small frame. She was like a precious piece of jade and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. He didn’t know where to lay his hands on first.
Water accumulated at her collarbones. Yan Rusheng bent over and gently splashed the water off with his tongue.
She felt ticklish every time his tongue touched her skin, so she retracted her neck. “Ah Sheng, it tickles.”
“Don’t move. Let me hug you for a while,” Yan Rusheng said, moving his hands from her shoulders to her back. In actual fact, he was unbuckling her bra.
His mouth wasn’t idle.
Xuxu couldn’t stand this move of his. By then, he had pletely defeated her willpower. “Ah Sheng, it’s ticklish. Don’t do this.”
Women never meant what they said—that didn’t exclude Wen Xuxu.
She protested coquettishly, her hands wrapping tighter around Yan Rusheng.
He had already unbuckled her bra. Yan Rusheng sized her up and mented, “Wen Xuxu, they seem to have grown tremendously in size.”
Xuxu blushed and he quickly kissed her. “Do these grow with age? Yours were so small during senior high school.”
“Shut up, you hooligan.” She covered his mouth and glared at him.
A layer of fog seemed to cover her eyes, and the warm lights in the washroom reflected in them, looking like stars in the night sky.
“I only show this side to you,” Yan Rusheng said, kissing her lips passionately, wishing he could devour her whole.
When he moved his lips away, Xuxu snorted. “Really? Then who was it that unbuckled the school belle’s bra back then? Huh?”
Her voice was bitter.
Yan Rusheng stopped kissing her, and he raised his eyebrow, looking at her. “You must’ve been super jealous then.”
That wicked and coquettish look of his was too captivating—Xuxu loved it to bits.
She blushed and closed her eyes. She nodded and declared loudly, “Yes, I was super jealous. I wanted to chop off your hands with a knife.”
She then tipped toes and kissed his lips, after which she hooked her arms around his neck.
Yan Rusheng was in shock.
Yan Rusheng was panting by the time they moved to the bed from the shower. He felt like he was in heaven. He stared at the ceiling for a while before turning to look at Xuxu. “Wen Xuxu, you did pretty well today. Next time, you have to take the initiative at least once a week.”
Xuxu was still blushing and when she saw him turning towards her, she hurriedly covered her face with the blankets.
Yan Rusheng flipped himself over and lay on his side. He propped his head up with one arm and he held the blankets in the other. He didn’t want her to hide her face from him. “We’re husband and wife—this is normal. Why are you so shy?”
Xuxu clutched the blankets in a death grip, refusing to give in to him.
Yan Rusheng gave up and continued, “We have been intimate since young. We even showered together…”
‘Why did he have to bring that up again…’ Xuxu’s expression darkened. She glared at Yan Rusheng and warned, “If you mention that one more time, I’ll seal your lips with glue.”
Yan Rusheng raised an eyebrow at her. “Haven’t you realized?”
Xuxu frowned in confusion. “Realize what?”
“I don’t talk this much to anyone else,” Yan Rusheng whispered in her ear. It was meant to be an affectionate statement, but it felt mischievously ambiguous.
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