“Mmm… so heavy, don’t press on me…”
Outside the window, snowflakes like fluff danced and fell in the cold wind.
While the world outside was frozen and icy, the mansion inside was as warm as spring.
On the third floor, in the nearly hundred-square-meter master bedroom, the rustling sounds of undressing disturbed a peaceful dream.
Gu Anyun, who had been sleeping soundly, was rudely awakened, her mood far from pleasant. She pushed against the man on top of her with some resistance.
Although this arranged marriage had no emotional foundation, from the very beginning, the two had agreed to fulfill their marital obligations to each other during the validity of their marriage.
After all, they were both adults, and having some physical needs was normal.
But Jin Chenyue was not normal!
He had been away on business for three months without even a phone call, and as soon as he returned home, he wanted to torment her!
Did he think she was an inflatable doll?!
Gu Anyun pushed and pushed, but the man not only didn’t stop, his large hand even lifted her skirt…
“I don’t want to do it, I’m sleepy.”
Her voice was naturally soft and delicate, and with the heavy nasal tone from just waking up, her refusal sounded more like a coquettish complaint.
It was much more endearing than her usual cold and aloof demeanor when awake.
The man’s solid chest vibrated slightly—he was laughing.
Gu Anyun lifted her eyes impatiently, meeting the man’s deep, ink-jade-like gaze.
Her finely sculpted oval face was icy cold. “Jin Chenyue, I am seriously rejecting you.”
The man lowered his head and kissed her, his deep voice carrying a hint of coaxing. “I’ll do all the work, you just sleep.”
Gu Anyun: “…”
Work your sister!
She held back for a second but couldn’t resist any longer, lifting her foot to kick him—
The man had already seen through her, his large hand gripping her delicate, slender ankle.
His palm was dry but startlingly hot!
Gu Anyun’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
The next second, her leg was placed on the man’s narrow waist as she heard his deep voice say, “Three months apart, and your morning temper has only grown worse.”
Gu Anyun’s scalp tingled, and she struggled even more fiercely. “Even as a legally married couple, such matters should respect a woman’s wishes. You… mmm!”
The rest of her words were swallowed by the man’s kiss.
The disparity in strength between men and women was vast, especially in matters like this. Gu Anyun had no room for resistance.
Outside the window, the snow grew heavier, and the cold wind howled.
The small nightlight by the bed was on, casting a warm orange glow over the two of them. The room’s temperature gradually rose.
The smooth marble floor reflected their shadows.
Those shadows were like spies, rising and falling at times; like play, yet like capture, flying and flying…
But no matter how they flew, they could never escape this hundred-square-meter room.
Gu Anyun wanted to curse several times, but her voice was swallowed again and again by the man’s domineering kisses.
She couldn’t fight him off, nor could she escape. In the end, she could only retaliate by tilting her head back and biting the man’s sweat-drenched neck…
It was always like this, rising and falling, never-ending.
…
When it was over, the wind and snow outside the window had stopped, and the faint light of dawn was breaking.
Gu Anyun was so exhausted she didn’t want to move a single finger. She felt as if she had been pulled out of water, her slightly parted lips as bright as blood, her breathing ragged.
A few strands of hair clung to her damp forehead, her cheeks flushed red, and her tightly furrowed brows showed a hint of anger.
A torrent of profanities in her mind had already overshadowed all the scriptures she had copied over the years, but the refinement cultivated over 23 years of upbringing forbade her from uttering a single one.
She could only take deep breaths again and again, suppressing her irritation over and over, until it was all buried beneath her icy mask of perfect micro-expression management.
In contrast, the man who had eaten his fill and vented his frustrations was refreshed and full of energy.He leaned against the headboard, lighting a post-coital cigarette, taking slow, deliberate puffs.
His narrow eyes were lowered, their thick lashes like dense branches casting shadows beneath, making his gaze appear even more inscrutable.
He gazed at his wife beside him, taking in the suppressed anger hidden between her brows.
Suddenly, his lips curved into a faint smile—self-mocking, yet tinged with helplessness.
Three years, and still she remained unyielding.
The lingering scent of intimacy in the air was gradually overtaken by the smell of smoke. Gu Anyun’s eyelids began to droop.
The man stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, turned, and effortlessly lifted the drowsy woman, carrying her into the bathroom.
Gu Anyun was placed into a bathtub filled with warm water.
The heat eased the fatigue in her body, and she let out a contented sigh, her drowsiness deepening.
Just before closing her eyes, she seemed to remember something, forcing herself to stay alert. Her gaze, still hazy from the steam, shifted to the man standing by the bathtub.
“The divorce papers are in the bedside drawer. Don’t forget to sign them.”
Jin Chenyue paused as he bent to help her out.
Seeing his hesitation, Gu Anyun, afraid he might go back on his word again, covered her mouth and nose with her slender fingers, letting out an elegant yawn.
Her beautiful eyes, cold and clear, fixed on him. “Jin Chenyue, it’s been three years. You haven’t forgotten what you promised me when we got married, have you?”
The man’s eyes darkened slightly, and he responded softly, “Mm.”
Satisfied with his answer, Gu Anyun’s tense nerves relaxed. Unable to fight off her exhaustion any longer, she closed her eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
Watching the utterly exhausted woman, the man reached out and gently stroked her soft, delicate cheek.
The restrained affection hidden in his dark eyes slowly began to surface, like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness…