Chapter Twelve: Contemplating Murdering Her Husband

"Um, honey? I'll take a shower first?" Song Nian'an dragged out the last syllable, a mix of probing and coquettishness.

Wen Jing nodded and told Song Nian'an to go take a shower first.

Song Nian'an was filled with mixed feelings. Did getting the marriage certificate mean they would be sharing a bed on their wedding night?

I wonder if Wen Jing has any experience, and whether it will hurt. I think there will be bleeding the first time.

You can't be too proactive in this kind of thing. If you do nothing, it would be a shame to do nothing on such a memorable day!

After taking clothes and underwear from the wardrobe, Song Nian'an slipped inside.

On the surface, everything seemed calm.

My true feelings: [The vast horizon is my love~]

Wen Jing leaned against the bed, closed his eyes and listened to him sing... Phoenix Legend again?

People like Song Nian'an are sometimes like the blazing sun, and sometimes like the elusive wind, making them both unpredictable and irresistible.

When Song Nian'an finished showering, she walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, looking like a freshly baked loaf of bread, steaming hot and soft.

Wen Jing threw the hairdryer onto his lap.

"Ouch, that hurts," Song Nian'an cried out.

Wen Jing wore a smug expression, gently massaging his calves with her fingers, and narrowed her eyes.

"Blow-drying your hair will make you catch a cold."

"I'll do it myself in a bit," Song Nian'an tried to protest, her ears turning slightly red.

The cold wind rushed in through the cracks in the window, mingling with the hot air from the hairdryer, and clouded our senses.

Seeing that he was disobedient, Wen Jing came over and was about to blow-dry his hair.

The close gaze and the sensation of fingertips touching her hair made Nian'an extremely embarrassed.

"I'll do it myself!" Song Nian'an snatched the hairdryer. "You, go wash up."

Wen Jing smiled, took a bath towel, and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom in the room had a frosted glass door, and Song Nian'an admired Wen Jing's profile while drying her hair.

[Wow, this is paradise for those who crave good looks! Eight-pack abs, a perfectly perky butt, and legs... what am I thinking? Lust is a double-edged sword, Song Nian'an, you'll be completely devoured!!!]

Wen Jing came out, only covering his lower body with a bath towel, deliberately exposing his abdominal and pectoral muscles.

"Um, honey, put on some clothes quickly, don't catch a cold."

No, I want to see it a little longer!

Wen Jing knelt on one knee on the bed, the bath towel barely covering him.

He looked at Nian'an and said, "I forgot to tell you, I'm used to sleeping naked. Could you wear underwear for a bit? I always feel uncomfortable sleeping in pajamas."

Song Nian'an blushed and said, "We just got married, this isn't appropriate."

【That's great! I can do it! I'd even wear my underwear flying off!】

...

Wen Jing stared at the deer who was saying one thing but meaning another for a second, then a smile slowly rose on his lips. The man leaned down, his strong arm passing through Song Nian'an's arm, and with one hand around her slender waist, he lifted her up.

Xiao Lu was startled by the sudden suspension for a moment, then her arms climbed onto his neck. The man's large hands supported her buttocks, and he lifted her up slightly, causing the two of them to fall onto the bed.

[Holy crap! I haven't hugged him enough yet!]

Wen Jing laughed, "Why are you so clingy?"

Because her dream had come true, Song Nian'an was overjoyed.

The two lay on the bed like that, occasionally colliding in mid-air, sticking together, and then separating again.

Song Nian'an: [Oh no, am I just not charming enough? Tonight is almost over.]

Unable to sleep at all, Song Nian'an looked at Wen Jing, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, lying there quietly with the physique of an ancient Greek golden ratio statue, an angel-kissed face, and a handsome masculine aura.

With a turn, a large hand landed on Song Nian'an's waist, and with a pull, Song Nian'an was drawn into his arms.

He was stiff all over, afraid to move yet nervously trying to respond.

He rubbed his fingertips together, and the snake's head circled around Wen Jing's chest.

Looking at the unmoved man, Song Nian'an fell into deep self-doubt.

Even so, is it because I'm not charming enough? Could it be that Wen Jing is... not good enough?

Do men over 30 have erectile dysfunction?

After calling Wen Jing's name twice and finding that he still didn't move, Song Nian'an boldly placed her hand on his abdominal muscles and rubbed them back and forth.

This feels amazing! It's the first time in my life I've slept with a man who has abs, and coincidentally, he's my crush.

Wen Jing maintained smooth breathing and calmed her mind.

Song Nian'an mentally cried out again: [Damn it, no one turned off the lights!]

Wen Jing rolled over again and released Song Nian'an.

Song Nian'an took the opportunity to get out of bed, turn off the light, slip into the covers, hug his abs, poked them with her finger, and drew circles next to his navel.

Wen Jing was so itchy that she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Oh, you're not asleep?"

"How am I supposed to sleep when you're so restless, touching me everywhere?"

Song Nian'an: [Wouldn't I have been caught blatantly taking advantage of the boss? Will he punish me on the spot?! I'm so excited and scared!]

[Wait, if he was awake just now, and I was being so proactive in flirting with him, does that mean he's really not good enough?]

Even if it doesn't work out, I'll accept it. I can live without sex for the rest of my life with this face!

I really can!

Wen Jing said, "You..." Then, Wen Jing hugged Song Nian'an from behind, saying, "Goodnight, go to sleep."

Oh no, I've confirmed it, it won't work. I'll buy him more chives and oysters, maybe that can salvage the situation.

"sleep!"

"good evening!"

He's still an elderly person who's very particular about sleep.

Wen Jing: ...

When Song Nian'an woke up in the morning, she found herself lying completely on top of Wen Jing, pressing against his chest.

Wen Jing's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were tightly closed as he struggled to breathe.

Song Nian'an recalled Wen Jing's words from yesterday,

"You can touch these whenever you want, anytime," he tentatively smoothed Wen Jing's brows and gently stroked his cheek.

So, besides these, what else can we touch?

A sleeping, desirable object is not worth not touching.

Song Nian'an's hand traced down her neck to her chest muscles, then down her waistline to her silky panties, and then...

Wen Jing sat up like a spring, "I'm going for a run, you can sleep a little longer."

What a health-conscious elderly person!

Song Nian'an buried her head in the blanket and fell asleep again.

An hour later, Song Nian'an heard the sound of a shower in the bathroom. Wen Jing must have returned.

He went downstairs to the living room, found goji berries and red dates in the pantry, and brewed Wen Jing a hot cup of goji berry tea.

"You must be Mr. Song. Hello, I'm Aunt Liu."

The speaker was a middle-aged woman with a kind and benevolent look on her slightly plump face. Song Nian'an felt a little nervous for a moment, as if she were an accomplice caught in adultery.

"Breakfast has been prepared as Mr. Wen instructed. Please have some."

Song Nian'an was puzzled for a moment, then turned around and saw Wen Jing coming downstairs.

"Nian'an, this is Aunt Liu. She will be in charge of our daily life from now on. If you need anything, just tell her." Wen Jing affectionately ruffled Song Nian'an's hair and sat down with his arm around his shoulder.

Aunt Liu had only heard that a young man who liked spicy food had come to her house, but this relationship seemed to be more than just "friends" with Mr. Wen.

Seeing Wen Jing eating noodles, Song Nian'an picked up the tea beside her and handed it to him.

Without thinking, Wen Jing took a sip and sprayed it all over Song Nian'an's face.

"You want to murder your husband?" Wen Jing stuck out his tongue, letting it blow cold air, thinking it would burn him to death.

Oh no, I've upset my darling husband again! But when he sticks out his tongue, the sexual tension is just too high!

"Um, let me find a small fan to cool you down. I'm sorry, I was just trying to be health-conscious like you, so I brewed some goji berries for you to help...nourish your body..."

Wen Jing was furious. "Really, do you think I'm that old? I'm just..."

"No, no, morning runs and going to bed early are good lifestyle habits, not signs of old age."

But, is abstinence and celibacy not allowed?

Wen Jing didn't want to hear his inner complaints, so she stood up to change her clothes and go to work, but her foot tripped over the corner of the table again.

"Um, Wen, honey, slow down, or should I help you?" Song Nian'an squatted down to check Wen Jing's injury, her head level with Wen Jing's crotch.

"You...you've really gone too far. I'm going to work. I'll have the driver take you to school later." Wen Jing turned and limped away.

Sure enough, as people get older, they are more prone to osteoporosis...