He looked up at himself in the mirror with the glasses, a smile spreading across his brows.
Song Guanyu had some strange hobby—she insisted on making him wear glasses, saying it made him look more like a doctor. He let her treat him like a figurine and do as she pleased. Her aesthetic taste was excellent; she was a regular at fashion shows across the country.
Thinking of her, he smiled. He raised his hand to touch his temple, remembering the warmth of her fingers brushing against it. They had been so close in the dressing room that they could feel each other's breath. He had even seen her earlobes turn a little red—because of him.
At that thought, he wanted to send her a message. He wondered if she could use the microwave. He should have turned the knob before leaving.
Just then, his chat page lit up with a barrage of questions from Song Huaizhi. Ye Yansheng skimmed through the meaningless ones and picked one that was somewhat normal to reply.
Ye Yansheng: [That's right, I'm married.] He was in a good mood today, so he deliberately reminded Song Huaizhi.
[You're on Professor Nie's table today. Good luck.]
Song Huaizhi: [!!!!!!!! How come I didn't know!]
Ye Yansheng: [Don't you check the work group?]
As if thinking of something, Ye Yansheng sent another message to Song Huaizhi.
Ye Yansheng: [If I've bullied someone to the point of tears, what should I do?]
Song Huaizhi: [...] Be polite, send flowers to apologize, and remember to send a cute emoji when apologizing.]
Ye Yansheng ignored the rest of Song Huaizhi's nonsense. He immediately ordered flowers from the shop near his home, carefully choosing a bouquet of 'Fairy Kisses.'
Finally, he sent a message to Song Guanyu, turned off his phone, and went to his consultation.
Song Guanyu sat at the dining table, her lips very red. She was eating the breakfast Ye Yansheng had made for her.
The egg was too hot; she accidentally touched her lower lip and winced. She touched her lower lip, her small face scrunching up in pain.
It was all Ye Yansheng's fault for kissing her suddenly before he left.
She had been about to pick a tie for him, frowning as she considered which one was best, when Ye Yansheng called her name. She looked up.
Her reflection filled his dark eyes. He looked at her with such intensity, something burning inside him, as if dry wood was crackling as it burned red.
Song Guanyu's heart raced uncontrollably.
She saw his Adam's apple bob, his eyes filled with undeniable desire. He slowly pressed the petite Song Guanyu into the wardrobe. Leaning in, he looked down at her, his eyes half-closed, fixed on her nervous face.
"D-Dr. Ye, what are you doing?" She even stammered.
A restless itch spread through her chest; her breath grew hot. In the cramped wardrobe, it was hard to see the deep possessiveness in his eyes.
He said hoarsely, "Song Xiaodai, before a husband leaves for work, he usually gives his wife a good morning kiss." He cupped the back of her head and pulled her forward, his other hand firmly on her waist, his eyes tender. "Now I'm going to kiss you. May I?"
Just as she thought he was being gentlemanly... but not really.
Before she could nod, he kissed her deeply—dizzying, wet, their breathing urgent—as if he wanted to devour her.
Restlessness spread in the wardrobe. Song Guanyu blushed and pushed at him. When there was a tiny gap, she gasped, "Dr. Ye—" but before she could say 'don't kiss so hard,' he kissed her again.
She was pressed against his chest, her heart pounding violently. Clothes in the wardrobe slipped down as she clutched them, and he gently pried her fingers apart.
His fingers intertwined with her little finger, stroking from the base to the tip. Song Guanyu shivered, a tingling sensation shooting from her heart to her spine. She went limp, like a mollusk, letting him take everything under his assault.
He licked her tongue fiercely, sucking hard. She made a sound in her throat, faint but changed. A warmth surged in her abdomen, strange yet comforting.
She grew dizzy, unable to suppress the sounds escaping her lips. Until eventually, Ye Yansheng breathed heavily.
"Song Xiaodai, kiss me back the way I kissed you."
"Open my lips and teeth, kiss me intimately."
Author's Note:
The flower language of the Fairy Kiss: 'You are the love hidden in my heart—unique and gentle.'
The bouquet Dr. Ye gave to his baby girl was a 'Fairy Kiss Pink Bouquet Bucket'—very pink and full, clusters of pink roses pressed together, adorned with a large white silk bow on the side, a pink heart-shaped magic wand inserted into the bouquet, and a very cute Kitty cat.
When Dr. Ye's Little Radish Head receives it, what expression will she show to make him completely captivated?'