In the moonlight, Ye Yansheng let out a difficult breath. He looked at his new little wife, who alternated between frowning and stealing glances at him, with a look of hesitation.
Now, swallowed by the darkness, Ye Yansheng steadied himself, shifted his thoughts, moved back a bit to break contact with her softness, took a deep breath, and looked up to see her pitiful expression again.
He sighed inwardly. She probably didn't know how much her current dewy-eyed look could bewitch a man.
Helplessly, he compromised: "Miss Song, how do you need me to save you?"
It seemed she was waiting for him to take the bait. Her eyes immediately lit up, and she moved closer again, the softness again brushing against his arm. The veins on his temple pulsed.
The milky scent was stronger, mixed with the cherry blossom fragrance from her shower—quite pleasant.
She said to him, "Dr. Ye, can I sleep holding you tonight? Please act as my little bear plush, okay?"
Ye Yansheng mechanically stared at her fluttering almond eyes for a moment, his gaze deep, making Song Guanyu a little scared.
He was about to say no, because he suddenly remembered there were plush toys in the empty room. He could get one for her to hold—as many as she wanted.
Those were bought by his mother when she heard that this Little Radish Head was still young, only twenty-three, just like a blooming flower. She bought a lot of plush toys, saying many young girls liked such cute things.
The empty room next door was stuffed full of all kinds of plush toys.
But before he could speak, the Little Radish Head clung to him like an octopus, her limbs wrapping around him, their bodies even closer. They were both wearing matching pajamas, also bought by his mother. If he had known this moment would come, he would have chosen a thicker fabric.
The pajama fabric was very thin and smooth, with only one layer of clothing between them, making the scene even hotter and stickier.
"Dr. Ye, you really are a good doctor." She buried her face in the side of his neck, rubbing her nose upward contentedly.
Her smooth cheek pressed against his skin, startling him with this sudden intimacy. This Little Radish Head was too familiar. He was in the prime of his youth, full of vigor. Did she really think he was a man of self-cultivation?
From the first time he saw Song Guanyu, she seemed dazed. First, her surprising comment at the café, then at the civil affairs bureau she thought he was going to kiss her, and now this closeness.
If the person at the blind date that day hadn't been him but someone else, would she have done the same?
Their bodies were pressed together. He could feel her fingers tracing his waist, continuing to explore upward.
Ye Yansheng felt completely frozen, lying on the bed, pinned down by her. Unseen by Song Guanyu, his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly. Then he closed his eyes and silently recited the Great Compassion Mantra in his mind. Gradually, his initial stiffness gave way to a reluctant acceptance.
He began to brainwash himself, clearing his mind of distractions.
She was now his wife. Such intimate contact was normal, and there would be more in the future. He had to adapt, he told himself repeatedly.
Just as he was about to accept this sleeping position, the person using him as a pillow muttered something.
"It's just not soft enough, it's too hard. If only it were softer." Then her cat-like paws randomly groped his chest muscles. Ye Yansheng opened his eyes, his mouth twitching. Her tone was dissatisfied.
Then her voice gradually became slurred, and he heard her breathing stabilize, occasional soft snoring like a kitten.
...
She was even being picky. In the darkness, he pursed his lips, slightly turned his head, and looked at her sleeping face.
You fell asleep pretty fast.
He slowly pulled the blanket tighter around her, his lips inexplicably curling up, then he sighed.
Indeed, she was still young, needing something to hold while sleeping. Ye Yansheng felt the warmth and softness in his arms. But this feeling wasn't particularly bad.
Whether it was because she was hypnotized by the pleasant, clean scent of his body wash or something else, Song Guanyu slept soundly that night. Ye Yansheng, however, didn't dare to move. He was afraid that moving would wake her, so he maintained a flat-on-his-back position for a long time.
Gradually getting used to the person in his arms, Ye Yansheng looked sideways at her black hair. Finally, he slowly shifted, moving her from lying on top of him to his side. Sleeping on his stomach was bad for the heart. He slid his hand through her neck, gently pulled her over, and carefully placed her head on his shoulder, his chin resting on her soft hair.
The cherry blossom scent of her body wash hit his nose.
The girl was soft and fragrant, as if she had found a comfortable haven. Her hand directly wrapped around his waist, her leg hooked over his, pulling closer. Her cheek rubbed into his shoulder socket.
It was a hot summer, the air conditioning was running, but he felt inexplicably hot.
He had never experienced such intimacy with a girl before.
Since it had already happened, he simply closed his eyes and continued muttering the Great Compassion Mantra in his mind. After a while, his tense jaw slowly relaxed. He patted her back lightly from time to time, like coaxing a child, his palm resting on her thin, silk-like pajamas.
His gaze drifted down to her alluring cleavage. He gritted his molars. What was this pajama set his mother bought? A lotus-pink silk slip dress, her fair skin tinged with pink under the moonlight. He sighed inwardly—he was truly grateful Song Guanyu had worn an outer layer.
His hand paused in midair before continuing to pat.
The Little Radish Head in his arms seemed to eat well, but he felt her prominent shoulder blades on her back; she was very thin. It seemed all the food went to the right places.
Ye Yansheng thought he would suffer from insomnia, but gradually, surrounded by her sweet fragrance, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Both of them had a good night's sleep.
Author's note:
None.