The bedroom was bathed in warm orange light.
Song Yinxi emerged leisurely from the bathroom wearing an apricot-colored camisole dress.
Duan Jinchi leaned against the headboard, seemingly engrossed in his phone but actually keeping constant track of Song Yinxi’s movements.
As she approached, the air carried a faint trace of her fragrance.
So sweet~
He never used to crave this scent before.
How come since Song Yinxi arrived, he’d grown accustomed to the fragrance of freesia filling his room?
She’s taken over his room, his bed, and now she wants to take over his body too!!
As Song Yinxi lifted the covers to get into bed, Duan Jinchi jolted, “You, you, you—”
Song Yinxi gazed at him languidly, “Husband, what’s wrong?”
“You have the nerve to ask me!!”
Duan Jinchi showed her the search history from her morning browsing, “What did you mean by searching these things on my phone?”
“Not only are you doubting me, you’re falsely accusing me! I don’t have anyone else, I don’t have a side piece outside, you’re the only woman for me!!”
Song Yinxi casually flipped her hair, her eyes glistening, “Husband, back in the hospital it was fine, but since we returned home, we haven’t… had… marital relations…”
“You know I’ve lost my memory, I feel insecure, my father isn’t in Jingzhou anymore, you’re the only familiar person I have around me…”
Duan Jinchi was filled with regret—he should have said they’d just gotten married from the start.
Now look at this mess: married for three months, supposedly deeply in love, it’s impossible they haven’t done anything!
Yet they truly hadn’t done anything.
“Wife, I’m not blaming you, I mean to say… we actually haven’t been married long, and work has been busy too, so busy we haven’t even had time for a honeymoon, so I’m a bit shy, embarrassed… It’s not that I’m unwilling…” Duan Jinchi genuinely began to feel shy as he spoke.
Song Yinxi watched his performance expressionlessly, “My mistake, I should understand you. After all, the husband I found is 27 years old, not under 25. We’re married, I should be considerate of you. So what if we have a sexless marriage! We have true love!”
Duan Jinchi: “!!!”
He felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, unable to just slap some sense into the situation.
“Wife, that’s not what I meant! My body is perfectly healthy!”
“Oh, so you’re saying that in our three months of marriage, you’ve been too shy to share a bed with me? Then how do you usually take care of things?” Song Yinxi’s gaze drifted downward, landing on his hands, “A craftsman!!”
Duan Jinchi: “!!!”
His reputation…
Hanging by a thread!
Song Yinxi suddenly handed her phone to Duan Jinchi, “Since you’ve been a craftsman for so many years, your hands must be pretty fast, right? Help me snag some concert tickets!”
“Is this really about tickets right now?” Duan Jinchi complained pitifully.
“Will you help or not?”
Duan Jinchi glanced down, “I’ll get the tickets for you, but first you have to believe me. My body is healthy, I’m young and vigorous, I…”
Song Yinxi punched him, “How can you make me believe you when you won’t even let me kiss you!!”
“I’ll let you, I’ll let you kiss me right now! I’ll kiss you until you cry!”
With that, Duan Jinchi cupped Song Yinxi’s face and kissed her.
With enough courage, even arch-rivals can be kissed.
His arch-rival’s lips were so soft.
His arch-rival smelled so sweet.
Her body was soft too, warm and cozy.
How could holding a girl feel this comfortable…
Ahhhh!
Song Yinxi actually opened her mouth!
Her tongue came out.
This must be their first kiss!
Mmm.
Yes indeed!
Tonight was the real first kiss.
Last time was just a brief, fleeting peck.
Such sweet kisses.
Such wonderful kisses.
Let’s do it again.
Catch our breath.
Duan Jinchi gazed at her with hazy eyes, his thumb gently stroking her cheek, his voice slightly hoarse. “How was it, wifey?”
“Hmm… your kissing skills are just average~”
Duan Jinchi deflated.
He lowered his head and buried it in Song Yinxi’s neck.
His wife looked down on him!
It was his first kiss!
Shouldn’t it be understandable if his skills weren’t perfect?
Yet Song Yinxi had just blurted it out so innocently.
When had Duan Jinchi’s tolerance become so weak?
Or was this bastard deliberately burying himself in her neck?
He was taking advantage!
Song Yinxi patted his back. “It’s okay, we just need more practice~”
“Alright!”
“Again!”
Before Song Yinxi could refuse, his warm lips pressed down on hers once more.
The tender, inexperienced kisses moved from her lips downward, landing on her snow-white neck.
Song Yinxi gripped his arms, unable to suppress a moan from escaping her lips.
Oh no, oh no!
If they kept kissing like this, her virtue would be in jeopardy…
Although she wanted Duan Jinchi to fall for her before dumping him…
But…
Things obtained too easily are never cherished.
Duan Jinchi was now completely controlled by dopamine, his warm palm resting on her waist through the thin shirt, his breathing heavy. “Wifey, wifey—”
“I’m uncomfortable…”
“Where are you uncomfortable?” Song Yinxi pretended not to understand.
As Duan Jinchi’s fingers trailed downward, Song Yinxi grabbed his wrist. “Hubby, not tonight!”
“Why not?”
“Didn’t you want this? I’m willing to satisfy you now, yet you reject me! Then you’ll go out and spread rumors that I’m incompetent! I’ll delete my search history tomorrow, and you’re forbidden from searching anymore!”
“Hubby, in my memory we’ve never done it, so it’s reasonable for me to suspect. But tonight really isn’t possible…” Song Yinxi said softly, “My period just started, right when I was showering earlier…”
Duan Jinchi: “…”
Heavens above!
Earth below!
Was even his arch-rival’s period conspiring against him?
Duan Jinchi sobered up. “Wifey, you should rest well then!”
“What about you?”
“I need to cool down!!”
Duan Jinchi moved off her.
With his back to Song Yinxi, he rushed toward the bathroom.
Duan Jinchi, oh Duan Jinchi, what were you just doing?
He’d truly fallen for Song Yinxi’s honey trap!
Stay calm.
Must stay calm!!
Listening to the sound of water from the bathroom, Song Yinxi rolled around on the bed laughing.
(～￣▽￣)～
(～￣▽￣)～
It was time to let Duan Jinchi experience the torment of burning desire.
Duan Jinchi stayed in the bathroom for half an hour before emerging, chilled to the bone.
He flopped onto the bed, flapping around like a dead fish.
“Stop moving.”
Duan Jinchi stared at Song Yinxi’s back, gritting his teeth in frustration before turning off the bedside lamp.
He rolled over and pulled Song Yinxi into a tight embrace.
“What are you doing?”
“Holding you while we sleep. Otherwise, you’ll use my phone tomorrow to search ‘why doesn’t my husband hold me at night, is he going to hold other women outside!!'” Duan Jinchi said as he tightened his grip, burying his face in her shoulder.
Song Yinxi suspected Duan Jinchi was getting back at her.
Otherwise, why would he suddenly want to sleep like this?
“I’m hot~”
Song Yinxi pushed his hand away. “It’s boiling!”
“Is it really that hot?”
He didn’t think so!
He felt fine.
Sleeping like this seemed pretty nice actually.
“Hot—”
Song Yinxi pushed him away with all four limbs.
Duan Jinchi said dejectedly, “Alright then. I was going to help massage your lower abdomen, but it seems you don’t need me…”
Such sweet talk.
If she were really on her period, she might reluctantly let him take care of her.
But she wasn’t!
She had lied to him.
“Honey, I’m in good health and don’t get period pains. When I do feel pain, I won’t miss the chance to boss you around.” Song Yinxi patted his chest. “Let’s sleep. Goodnight…”
Duan Jinchi closed his eyes and murmured, “Goodnight…”