Song Yansheng was obviously a bit stunned, unable to believe it, but the warmth on his lips was undeniable.
A kind of sweetness overflowed from Song Yansheng’s heart, little by little, sweetening his entire being.
...
This was an unfamiliar experience for Shi Nuan, or perhaps a familiar one, but that ti she had been drugged and had completely forgotten the details of that night with Song Yansheng.
However, the marks all over her body, especially on her neck, clearly reminded her of how wild they were that night.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and her entire body stiffened.
He asked her to trust him, so she did... completely trusted him!
And indeed, in the end, Song Yansheng really did not go further, besides kissing and touching, he made no other moves.
But she underestimated how hard it is for a man to restrain himself, so much so that when Song Yansheng finally grabbed her hand...
She was completely bewildered, utterly bewildered!
She wanted to pull her hand back, but Song Yansheng held her hand tightly!
He almost begged her, pressing close and saying: "Nuannuan... do you want to die?"
...
When Shi Nuan ran into the bathroom to wash her hands alone, she was really frightened.
She ran off without even wearing shoes.
When the bathroom door slamd shut, Song Yansheng really wanted to sigh.
Tonight, he intended to "punish" her a bit, but only planned to familiarize himself with her body.
Even though eting Shen Zui wasn’t her fault, he was still angry inside, and he had to let off so steam.
But he hadn’t expected her to respond, and so cooperatively...
He had always had excellent self-control, but now with her so soft, how could he restrain himself?
But he couldn’t break his promise; in five more days, Xiao Chuan’s mourning period would end, and he’d waited over a month.
Could a few days truly make a difference?
But at this mont, they truly did matter!
However...
Thinking back to everything earlier, he felt satisfied.
It was a wonderful experience, wasn’t it?
...
In the bathroom, Shi Nuan had already washed her hands with soap a fourth ti.
The flush on her face had still not faded.
After the fifth wash, she tremblingly brought her hand to her nose and sniffed.
A pleasant fragrance, fruity soap.
It should be clean now...
She exhaled, looking at her hand, and mories of just now flashed in her mind...
No, I need to wash them two more tis, seriously, it’s so embarrassing...
Shi Nuan wasn’t sure how many tis she washed her hands, and what stopped her from continuing wasn’t realizing she didn’t need to wash anymore.
But soone knocked on the door.
Song Yansheng’s voice ca through the frosted glass door: "Nuannuan, are you done yet?"
Shi Nuan frowned, her face that had just cald slightly blushed again.
She hurriedly picked up a dry towel and wiped her hands haphazardly, saying: "Yes... I’m done!"
As she prepared to open the door, she tried hard to psych herself up: they are husband and wife, husband and wife, this is nothing, nothing at all...
Yes, it’s nothing...
Shi Nuan opened the bathroom door, her face still red, but her expression was forcedly calm.
This Shi Nuan made Song Yansheng feel amused, but more so he found her endearing; he understood her thoughts, but didn’t call her out, simply saying: "It’s late, let’s go to sleep!"
Shi Nuan responded with an "En," without looking up at the man in front of her, walking straight past him to lie down on the bed quickly.
Watching the small figure on the bed, Song Yansheng couldn’t help but laugh again. He went into the bathroom to wash his hands and cleaned up briefly.
When he returned to the bed, Shi Nuan had already closed her eyes, her breathing even.
Song Yansheng turned off the light, and in the darkness, reached out to embrace Shi Nuan, whose body seed to stiffen a bit.
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