"Are you saying you really want to sleep with me..."
The scene of a man and a woman sleeping in each other's arms on the bed felt incredibly harmonious.
Song Guanyu woke up surrounded by a wave of warmth, her back pressed precisely against the man's bare chest. She was curled up on her side, firmly held in Ye Yansheng's embrace. His muscular arms, laced with veins, passed under the pillow and around the back of her neck, while his other hand wrapped around her chest. This posture made her feel like his possession, giving Song Guanyu the illusion that no one else could intrude.
Moreover, Ye Yansheng seemed to have developed a sense of possessiveness toward her, a fundamental change from the Ye Yansheng she first met at the coffee shop.
His breath, exhaled from his nose, mingled with the skin of her neck, tickling her. She slightly lifted her bare shoulder, and the thin blanket slipped off a corner. As she moved, a faint ache came from her shoulder.
In the early summer morning, birds sang and cicadas chirped. Under the sunlight, her smooth, porcelain-like shoulder, pristine white like jade, now bore cracks—bite marks. The scene was highly suggestive, and the entire soft, pristine bed was filled with an ambiguous, intimate atmosphere.
Unconsciously, Song Guanyu was drawn back into the dreamlike fantasy of last night. Her eyelashes fluttered, and the marks on her body made her look fragile and vulnerable, yet exquisitely beautiful.
Last night, Ye Yansheng had pestered her with acts that made her face burn and ears red just thinking about them. The sound of his swallowing, his rapid breathing... even now, it played on a loop, echoing in her ears.
The temperature rose. She tried to break free from Ye Yansheng's embrace, but his fingers were interlaced with hers, locking them together. She lifted her eyelids and saw the full-length mirror in the dressing room.
Her body stiffened instantly, and she immediately closed her eyes.
Song Guanyu couldn't bear to look at mirrors now. When she had splurged on this property and decorated it, she had bought an antique-style full-length mirror from abroad. She had loved it so much and went to great lengths to ship it back to China.
But now, she couldn't face the mirror. The scenes from last night were taking root in her mind, unforgettable. She could still feel the sensation of being pressed against the cold mirror by Ye Yansheng, his back against hers, and the unfamiliar sounds that escaped her lips merged with the sound of Ye Yansheng swallowing, leading her to surrender.
It had nearly killed her—this man was too skilled.
Song Guanyu had never experienced anything like this. Last night, she had embarrassed herself more than once. Finally, drenched in sweat, she collapsed limply on his shoulder. Just as her eyes were still unfocused, Ye Yansheng stood up, leaned over her, and on the sink counter, he clasped her hands with his, fitting palms and fingers perfectly together, and kissed her again.
First, his lips lightly brushed her earlobe, sending a shiver of numbness through her. She heard his voice grow much hoarser, his breath scorching.
"Song Xiaodai, don't dislike your own stuff. Taste it with me." His lips immediately pressed against hers. He even chuckled softly. "It's sweet, you know." Then, without waiting for her response, he pulled her into a deep kiss again.
In the end, they didn't cross that final barrier. Song Guanyu had been completely willing at the time, but Ye Yansheng said, "Wait a little longer. It's not the right time yet."
He had used her thighs, and now she could feel a burning sensation from the excessive friction on her skin.
The question she wanted to ask never made it out.
She wanted to ask what "wait a little longer, it's not the right time" meant, but soon her attention was diverted. Finally, a trace of dampness slid down her calf from her toes, drop by drop.
The temperature was scalding, burning straight into her heart.
When she lost momentary self-awareness in her pupils, she clearly saw a great deal of restraint in his eyes. Ye Yansheng's gaze was like a deep blue lake, fixed on her with an unreadable intensity. She couldn't understand what it meant.
Snapping back to reality, Song Guanyu cast aside all the embarrassing thoughts from last night. What was she thinking? The more she thought about it, the faster her heart raced.
She struggled fiercely in Ye Yansheng's arms, finally breaking free. Her fingers just touched the blanket.
But a force pulled her back. Ye Yansheng pressed her beneath him, looking down at her.
The rain from last night had long passed, giving way to a clear morning sky. Through the sunlight from the window, Song Guanyu saw a faint blush on his ears, and then his face also reddened slightly.
"Good morning, Song Xiaodai."
His voice was back to normal.
She didn't dare meet his eyes—there was too much intense emotion in them, unsettling her.
Lowering her head, she said, "Good morning to you too, Dr. Ye." A gentle laugh came from the man above her. He placed a kiss on her forehead. "Want to get up?"
Snuggled in his arms, Song Guanyu nodded obediently.
"Then I'll carry you to the bathroom."
These words ignited her already chaotic thoughts. She quickly spoke up loudly, her eyes wide and face burning. "No need! I'll go myself!"
Caught off guard by her shout, Ye Yansheng paused briefly. "But your thigh is chafed." He had been too unrestrained last night. He hoped he hadn't scared her, but judging by the panic and blush on her face, it seemed he had.
His gaze shifted to her shoulder, unable to hide the tenderness in his eyes. Later in the night, he had gone out and bought some ointment to apply to her. The marks had faded a bit, not as obvious as before.
He pulled back and covered her entirely with the blanket, pursing his lips.
"Then go freshen up obediently and come downstairs for breakfast. I'll go wash up in the next room." With that, he slipped on his pajamas and left the bedroom.
The sound of the door closing made Song Guanyu breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't dislike Ye Yansheng's closeness; on the contrary, she liked it. It's just that after last night's intimacy, she felt shy. And it seemed she had scared him a bit earlier.
Song Guanyu clearly saw the scratch marks from her nails on his back, but more noticeable were the several red marks on his neck.
Had she been that fierce last night? Looks like I've really come into my own.
Because she spent quite a while in the bathroom, by the time Song Guanyu finished washing up and came out, she immediately saw Ye Yansheng sitting at the table waiting for her.
Hearing the sound, Ye Yansheng looked up. The corners of his eyes curved slightly, and on the bridge of his nose were the same glasses from yesterday.
"Xiaodai, come eat." A smile played between his brows as he looked at her.
She had prepared a complete set of clothes for Ye Yansheng—from innerwear to outerwear. Since they got married, she had set up a dressing room for him in this house and changed the door code to his birthday, signaling her permission for him to enter her small world.
His front door code was also her birthday, since the day she moved in.
Song Guanyu walked over and sat across from him. Looking at his clothes, she smiled and teased him deliberately: "Dr. Ye, how did you know these were prepared for you?"
"They're exactly my size, and they're all new." He served her a bowl of pumpkin millet porridge and placed it in front of her, smiling back. "How did you know my size?"
Song Guanyu stopped pretending. Taking a sip of the porridge, she said, "When I moved into our home, I secretly went to your dressing room and checked your sizes."
She didn't even notice she had used the phrase "our home." Her expression was smug.
Her dressing room in the master bedroom had no extra space and was quite messy. He liked things neat, so she had arranged for someone to place a lot of Ye Yansheng's clothes in the next room, folded neatly. Of course, some of the folding was her own doing. Song Guanyu reflected that this was the first time she had folded clothes for a man.