"I'm this wild? ...
'Mmh!'
Waking up after a hangover doesn't hit the body first—it's the brain's fierce protest.
That's how Song Guanyu felt as she slowly came to. Her body ached as if someone had dismantled and reassembled her, a deep fatigue she hadn't felt in a long time. She opened her eyes slowly, the cool temperature in the bedroom making her feel dazed.
Wasn't she in the kitchen last night? How did she wake up in bed? And when had she returned to the room? She had no memory.
"Finally awake?" A very magnetic voice came from beside her. Song Guanyu turned her head slowly to see Ye Yansheng propping his head on one hand, leaning against the sunlight. His eyes deep, he smiled at her with the corners of his lips.
Wow! A real cold and aloof look.
She blinked twice and immediately replied with a smile, "Morning, Dr. Ye. You haven't gotten up to make breakfast yet." As soon as she spoke, she was shocked. She covered her mouth, looking like she was about to cry, and stared at Ye Yansheng. Why did her voice sound like this? Even she found it unpleasant.
With the man's light laugh, the mattress trembled slightly, but then she was drawn to his 'hiss' of pain.
Looking closely, she saw that his lips weren't their usual color; they were red and slightly swollen.
Song Guanyu cleared her throat and whispered, "Dr. Ye, are you getting heat in your mouth?" There was a crack on his lip.
Ye Yansheng squinted. Seeing her still confused, her voice hoarse, he knew it was because Song Guanyu had kept insisting on singing in the middle of the night, and she had clamored for water. He poured her water, but she refused, acting fierce and demanding he feed her—not with his hand, but with his mouth.
His lips were burning, with small wounds where she had bitten him. He had fed her many times, and finally, she had bitten through, leaving scars on his lips now.
Ye Yansheng snorted lightly through his nose and said calmly, "Mm, yes, heat in the mouth. But it was someone who bit me." He leaned closer, pressing against Song Guanyu's cute nose with half-closed eyes. "How much of last night do you remember?"
She had been caught drinking; he was about to interrogate her.
Song Guanyu moved back a bit, but Ye Yansheng pulled her back with one arm. Under his touch, she realized she seemed to be naked, not wearing pajamas. She quickly looked down—the blanket was on, and she smelled of body wash.
Ye Yansheng watched her every move, his voice lazy: "Speak. How much do you remember?" Song Guanyu shook her head and whispered that she didn't remember. Then she asked, "Did we..." She didn't finish, but her skin flushed pink from head to toe.
She thought about her drinking last night. Had she forced herself on Ye Yansheng! That thought terrified her!
The man suddenly moved, pinching Song Guanyu's cheeks with slight force, making her face puff up.
He helped her recall: "Last night, you were all over me in the bathroom, kissing and touching me—" She quickly covered his mouth with both hands, blushing fiercely.
Hurriedly, she said, "Dr. Ye, don't help me remember! I have some memory of it!" Her voice grew softer. When she saw he didn't intend to speak, she let him go.
"Good that you remember. I was afraid you wouldn't own up." He smiled with a hint of mischief.
Sunlight bathed him, his hair gleaming golden in the halo. She stared at the strange wound on his lip—it seemed she had bitten him... and had also pestered him to feed her water...
Song Guanyu felt cowardly and said slowly, "I'm not denying it. I'll take responsibility for you, Dr. Ye."
"Oh? How will you take responsibility?" The man's shadow loomed over her, pressing her down, his eyes lowered at her. "Do you want me to treat you the way you treated me last night?" He leaned in as if to kiss her, intending a morning French kiss.
Song Guanyu hurriedly dodged, pushing against his bare chest with both hands.
"N-no!" Her heart was racing—she couldn't tell whose.
Song Guanyu was flustered. She rolled her eyes and gently pushed him away. Ye Yansheng lazily lay on his side beside her, unable to suppress a smile that looked particularly wicked. His dimples seemed to poison her eyes, constantly tempting her.
She dismissed the amorous thoughts, leaned in slightly to look closer, saw his bare upper body, her gaze moving down—a thin white blanket casually draped over his waist. Then she looked up from his abs to his sturdy, broad shoulders and neck, now taut because he was supporting himself with one arm. Suddenly, Song Guanyu's eyes widened.
Near his collarbone and up a bit, on his neck, there was a red mark. She leaned in to see it looked like a deep bite, the outer edge a dark purple from heavy sucking, round and deep.
He said, "Remember now, Miss Song? Your beautiful marks are all over my body." His voice drifted lazily from the side.
?
Song Guanyu's heart stopped for a moment.
She swallowed hard, lifting her head half-way, looking as silly as a stunned goose.
He suppressed the tickle in his throat.
"I'm this wild?" She didn't even know she had this side. If she had actually pinned Ye Yansheng, that would be impressive. Later, when she told Xu Jiayu, Xu would definitely think highly of her.
Far away in France, Xu Jiayu was lying on the beach in a bikini, sunbathing, when her nose suddenly itched and she sneezed ungracefully.
...Who was thinking of her.
But in reality, Ye Yansheng didn't go along with her wish. Seeing her expression, he guessed what she was thinking.
"We didn't have sex." He had no reason to lie to her. He had teased her enough; continuing would be excessive.
Song Guanyu said 'Oh,' looking a bit disappointed.
"Song Xiaodai." He called softly, and Song Guanyu looked up.
Ye Yansheng leaned over and gently kissed her forehead.
"The joy between husband and wife shouldn't happen when taking advantage of someone. You were just driven by alcohol, acting unconsciously. Such beautiful things should happen between two people in love, when the soul achieves harmony during union." He paused. "At least... when you're sober." And when you willingly give yourself to me completely, Ye Yansheng thought to himself.
He had originally married to fulfill his family's wishes, never thinking much about the marriage. The duties between spouses were something he could take or leave. But if his partner needed it, he could be a perfect husband. But now it was different. He liked Song Guanyu and wanted her to like him too. Although his desire for her grew deeper, even to the point of being uncontrollable, he hoped she would love him.
If she didn't love him, it was okay—as long as she liked him.
Song Guanyu had married impulsively, without considering the consequences. She was still young and didn't think deeply about many things. But he had to be responsible for her.
Ye Yansheng was a traditional man. When he first decided to marry Song Guanyu, he genuinely wanted to be a respectful couple with her. But gradually, things got out of control.
He remembered in the early hours, after coaxing her to sleep, he went to the bathroom to relieve his desires, thinking of Song Guanyu—her appearance, her body, her smile all made his desire rise.
After release, his heart felt empty. Once you have feelings, you have desires and even want more.