“Put me down, Song Zhinian!” Qiao Yuwei couldn’t even bother covering her eyes anymore and quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, afraid of falling.
“Don’t move around.” The man’s deep voice was slightly hoarse.
Song Zhinian strode forward with his long legs toward her room, his gaze fixed ahead, not crossing any boundaries.
She looked up at his handsome side profile, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
At the doorway, Song Zhinian gently pushed open the half-closed wooden door with his knee. This was the first time after marriage that he had entered her room. A fairly new large wooden bed was pressed against the wall, the sheets and quilt covered in nice printed patterns. The room had been cleaned very neatly.
Song Zhinian slowed his movements and carefully placed her on the bed. The moment his arms loosened, she scrambled backward with both hands and feet, quickly wrapping herself in the blanket.
He knelt with one knee beside the bed, leaning forward, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear, his gaze soft and affectionate.
“Song Zhinian, don’t mess around.” She huddled in the corner of the bed like a frightened rabbit, her voice trembling slightly.
“We’ve been married for a year, but we’ve never really been together. You said you were pursuing me why don’t we tonight…” He gently wiped away the water droplets from her hair that had fallen onto her collarbone, his eyes filled with ambiguity.
Qiao Yuwei felt flustered under his gaze and lowered her head, her face flushed. “I… I’m not ready yet!”
Pfft… A teasing laugh broke the silence in the room.
Song Zhinian stood up and couldn’t help but laugh. “Qiao Yuwei, now you know what it feels like to be teased, don’t you? Weren’t you quite bold during the day? At the training ground in front of so many soldiers, you were saying all kinds of outrageous things how come you’re scared like this now?”
His smile was faint. Moonlight streamed through the window, falling on his face and outlining his sharp features, making him unexpectedly attractive.
Qiao Yuwei froze for a moment, slightly dazed. This was the first time she had seen him smile. In the original owner’s memories, he was always either cold, or impatient and disgusted. A smile on such a handsome face was almost mesmerizing.
So this incredibly good-looking man… is actually her husband~
Looking at his lips so close to her, her heart beat faster and faster, as if bewitched. Suddenly, she raised her head, hooked her arms around Song Zhinian’s neck, and kissed him.
The softness on his lips made his body stiffen instantly. His pupils slightly dilated, clearly not expecting her sudden action.
Her kiss was inexperienced, panicked, even clumsy as she bumped into his nose, yet it was unexpectedly fierce, as if she wanted to bite him down completely.
After a few seconds, Song Zhinian finally came to his senses. He instinctively pushed her away, stepping back half a step. His eyes were complicated, his voice low and hoarse. “Qiao Yuwei, do you even know what you’re doing?”
His force was strong, causing her to crash against the bed board with a dull thud.
“Ouch.” Qiao Yuwei frowned in pain.
Song Zhinian was startled and quickly went over to check her injury. Seeing her slightly reddened back, he felt a trace of guilt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to!”
Her eyes were a little red. “I know you dislike me, but you don’t have to be so obvious about it.”
“Sorry, I…” He used to feel disgust when he saw her clinging shamelessly to him, but now he actually felt somewhat at a loss.
At this moment, Qiao Yuwei curled her lips slightly. “If you feel bad about it, why not repay me with yourself?”
As she spoke, she slowly reached out her hand, slipping it into the hem of his shirt. Her fingertips brushed against his firm, warm skin, moving downward. She could clearly feel the outline of his abs hard and full of strength.
Wow
Exactly as imagined, so nice to touch.
Song Zhinian froze, grabbing her restless hand. His breathing grew heavier. He wanted to push her away again, but his body seemed rooted in place.
Moonlight poured through the window, bathing them in a hazy glow, the atmosphere in the room reaching its peak of ambiguity.
“Qiao Yuwei, do you know who I am? I’m not Lin Sen.”
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with deep affection. Her voice was soft but firm. “I know. You’re Song Zhinian my husband.”
Those words struck him like thunder. Song Zhinian could no longer restrain himself. He suddenly pulled her into his arms, reclaiming control, and lowered his head to kiss her.
“I hope you won’t regret this.”
His kiss was completely different from hers dominant and urgent, like suppressed emotions finally finding an outlet.
She was held tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to merge her into himself.
“Mmm…” Qiao Yuwei struggled to breathe but didn’t push him away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his back and responded to his kiss.
He gently lowered her onto the pillow, his kisses falling in scattered traces on her lips and chin…
But at that moment, his gaze accidentally fell on a white shirt on the wooden cabinet beside the bed. His expression changed abruptly, the warmth in his eyes instantly turning cold. He suddenly bit hard at her collarbone.
“Ouch!” She cried out in pain, covering it. “Song Zhinian, are you a dog? Why are you biting me?”
His brows furrowed tightly as memories of her calling “Brother Sen” during the day flashed in his mind.
She was deliberately distancing herself from Lin Sen, deliberately pleasing him, even kissing him just because she was afraid he would drive her out of the compound and she would never see her “Brother Sen” again.
Song Zhinian’s anger surged. He tightened his grip on her hand, then suddenly let go in frustration. Disappointed, he stood up, grabbed his coat from the chair, and said coldly, “Qiao Yuwei, you’re really something.”
With that, he shot her a resentful look, turned around, and slammed the door shut leaving her standing there in confusion.
“Song Zhinian, what are you doing? Are you crazy again?”
Thinking back to how he suddenly got angry when he saw the white shirt on the cabinet, she turned to look and realized it was the shirt she bought at the market that morning. She had intended to give it to him as a surprise because she thought he would look good in it.
Could it be that he thought she bought it for Lin Sen? That’s why he got angry?
She touched the bite mark on her collarbone, feeling both frustrated and helpless.
Was he… jealous?
Then she shrugged slightly and thought it was impossible. How could he possibly like her?
She changed her clothes, hesitated for a moment, and with nervousness in her heart, knocked on his door.
Knock knock~
“What is it?” came his cold voice from inside.
“Um… do you want to eat noodles?”
The door clicked open. His expression was cold. “What? Planning to poison me?”
“Of course not, you misunderstood, I”
He interrupted her. “Enough. I don’t want to hear anything about you and him. If there’s nothing important, don’t knock again.”
Bang.
The door slammed shut again, separating them completely.
Qiao Yuwei sat by the table, looking at the now-lumpy noodles with no appetite at all.
Clearly, just moments ago, she had almost…