Chapter 190 Men are too bad!

Wenchang was a man of boundless energy, and no one knew that better than her. Since becoming pregnant, he had indeed become much more subdued, just as Li Yanhong said, showing concern for her and the baby. But she wasn't oblivious to the occasional glint of passion in his eyes.

Jiang Wanqiu bit her lower lip. She couldn't just wait like this any longer, letting that inexplicable barrier stand between them.

As night deepened, Ping An was already fast asleep in the inner room. Jiang Wanqiu guessed that Zhao Wenchang would be back soon, and with a thought, she entered her spatial dimension.

Jiang Wanqiu took a bottle of flirting wine in a white porcelain bottle from the shelf in the space, and also picked up a delicate and small aromatherapy diffuser.

She lit the incense and placed it at both ends of the kang table. The orange candlelight flickered gently, and a faint fragrance emanated from the melting candle.

Two side dishes were laid out on the table: a plate of cucumber salad and a plate of peanuts.

With everything ready, Jiang Wanqiu sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), listening to the sounds outside.

After an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of the metal door being pushed open, followed by the sound of steady and powerful footsteps.

The door was pushed open, and a blast of cold air enveloped Zhao Wenchang's tall figure as he rushed in.

He took off his coat in the living room and went inside, but he obviously didn't expect this scene. He paused and froze.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" He patted the chill off his body as he strode in.

His gaze fell on the flickering candlelight and the food and wine on the table, and he asked in surprise, "What's going on here?"

Jiang Wanqiu stood up, and Zhao Wenchang hurriedly came over to lend a hand: "You've been promoted to regimental commander, and we haven't had a proper celebration for you at home yet. We don't have anything else to do today, so we just wanted to let you have a couple of drinks."

Looking at the woman's beautiful face in the candlelight, Zhao Wenchang felt a warmth in his eyes, but he still said in a deep voice, "You're pregnant and your body is heavy. I'm just afraid you'll get tired, that's why I don't let you do these fancy things."

“A promotion is a joyous occasion, and starting a family is a joyous occasion too. How can it be considered frivolous?” Jiang Wanqiu looked up at him, the candlelight dancing and sparkling in her eyes. “Besides, I’m just sitting with you, it’s not tiring. Let’s have a small drink to celebrate, okay?”

Her voice carried a hint of gentle coquetry, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a tiny feather gently tickling Zhao Wenchang's heart.

Zhao Wenchang's Adam's apple bobbed, and he stared at her for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"good."

The two sat down facing each other at the kang table. Zhao Wenchang poured himself a full glass of wine and downed half of it in one gulp. The spicy liquid slid down his throat, burning his chest.

Jiang Wanqiu watched him drink quietly, occasionally putting a piece of food on his plate.

The glass of wine was quickly emptied. Zhao Wenchang put down the glass, suddenly stood up, and walked out with his head down.

Jiang Wanqiu was stunned for a moment upon seeing this, and didn't react for a moment.

What does he mean by that?

As she was lost in thought, Zhao Wenchang pushed the door open and came in again, his mouth still wet.

He sat down again, looked at Jiang Wanqiu's puzzled eyes, and explained with a smile, "I just went out and rinsed my mouth with water. You can't taste alcohol, and neither can this thing in your stomach."

"I didn't say I wanted to drink..." she muttered softly, but before she could finish speaking, the light in front of her suddenly dimmed.

Zhao Wenchang's tall figure leaned over, enveloping her entirely with a cool, refreshing mist and his unique masculine aura.

The next moment, his lips pressed against mine.

There was no smell of alcohol, only the cleanliness of clear water and the burning heat of his lips.

This kiss, like the man himself, possessed an overwhelming strength and domineering power that left one utterly unable to resist, yet deep within it lay a tender, cautious affection.

Jiang Wanqiu felt her mind go blank for a moment, and could only cling to his strong arms, letting him conquer her.

The lights in the room were turned off with a "click," leaving only two candle flames flickering in the darkness.

In a dizzying moment, Jiang Wanqiu was lifted up horizontally and carefully laid flat on the kang (a heated brick bed). His burning body covered her, but he supported himself with his arms, afraid of pressing on her slightly protruding belly.

The darkness amplified all her senses; his breathing, his heartbeat, the burning heat emanating from his body were all so clear that they made her weak all over.

Just as she was about to completely succumb, Li Yanhong's face suddenly flashed into her mind.

no!

Jiang Wanqiu jolted awake, and with all her might, she reached out and pressed her hand against his firm chest, gently pushing him away.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wenchang stopped moving, his heavy breathing hitting her cheek, his voice terribly hoarse. "What's wrong?"

He thought he had hurt her.

He lowered his head, his burning forehead pressed against hers, and promised breathlessly, "Don't be afraid, I won't go all the way and hurt you and the baby."

Zhao Wenchang only heard the woman softly say, "That's not how it is."

The woman's arms, which had initially been pushing him away, suddenly changed direction, her soft arms wrapping around his neck like a snake. With a forceful flip, she took the initiative, pinning the tall, muscular man beneath her.

Zhao Wenchang was completely stunned. He could feel her soft body lying on top of him, trembling slightly.

"No...this can't be."

Looking at the woman who didn't play by the rules, Zhao Wenchang's eyes clearly showed indulgence: "What do you mean by 'you can't do this'?"

"That's how it is." Jiang Wanqiu leaned down, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe. "From now on, you're not allowed to touch me. Whatever I say, whatever you do, you have to listen to me."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wenchang was taken aback at first, then let out a low, muffled laugh that made her tremble.

He didn't move, his eyes, still shining brightly in the darkness, were fixed on her, like watching a little rabbit that had walked right into a trap and overestimated its own strength.

"Yes, sir."

His tone was playful, and his "sir" was delivered with a serious tone, yet it also exuded a charmingly lazy air.

Jiang Wanqiu's face flushed instantly. This man, when he's serious, can be incredibly charming, but when he's not serious, he can be deadly.

She gritted her teeth, suppressing her embarrassment, and forced a calm hum. Then, her trembling hands groped to unbutton his military green shirt.

"Then... you're not allowed to move!" she emphasized again, as if encouraging herself.

The brass buttons were cool to the touch, while the skin on his chest was surprisingly hot. One, two… Her fingertips faltered, and with each unintentional touch, she could feel his strong pectoral muscles tense instantly.

The smile on Zhao Wenchang's face gradually disappeared as she moved more and more clumsily yet boldly.

He fell silent, his breathing growing heavier and his gaze deepening, like a provoked beast patiently watching her every move in the darkness.

The room was so quiet that only the two of them were breathing heavily.

Jiang Wanqiu could feel that the man beneath her, though seemingly compliant, was actually holding back all his strength, like a fully drawn bow, ready to break free of her control at any moment.

Her heart was pounding, but her hands didn't stop moving.

Zhao Wenchang gripped the mattress sheet beneath him tightly, the rough cotton cloth deformed from his grip, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

In the darkness, a muffled groan, suppressed to the extreme, escaped from deep within his throat, hoarse with unbearable discomfort.

Upon hearing this voice, before Jiang Wanqiu could even make a joke or take any further action, she felt dizzy and disoriented.

The man who had been pinned down by her had somehow broken free from that illusory restraint and flipped over, completely reversing their positions.

"Hmm!"

Jiang Wanqiu gasped as he fiercely sealed her lips with his. In the midst of the storm, she could even taste a faint metallic flavor between her lips and teeth—he had bitten her lip until it bled.

Making a vigorous man obediently submit to a woman's control is simply not Zhao Wenchang's style.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the commotion inside the house gradually subsided.

The candlelight had gone out sometime ago, and only the moonlight streaming in from the window cast a hazy silver veil over everything in the room.

Zhao Wenchang stretched out his long arm and pulled Jiang Wanqiu, whose entire body was flushed red, into his arms.

"You're getting bolder and bolder," he said, his voice tinged with post-coital languor and satisfaction. "Tell me, what kind of audacity did you have today? Hmm?"

Jiang Wanqiu leaned softly against him, smelling the familiar scent of his sweat. The inexplicable barrier in her heart seemed to vanish in this exhilarating intimacy.

She lazily raised her eyelids and muttered softly, "It's all because of you... I was thinking that we can't always stay the same, we need to add some freshness to our relationship."

"Novelty?" Zhao Wenchang chuckled softly. "It is indeed novel."

He pulled her closer to him, his large hand resting on her protruding belly, gently stroking it.

In fact, ever since he found out she was pregnant, he had been on edge.

He was a normal man with strong sexual desires, but he was more afraid of hurting her and the child than of his own needs.

So he has been restraining himself during this period. Even when the woman shows interest, he thinks he should focus on meeting her needs and put his own needs aside.

To everyone's surprise, this little woman not only didn't reject it, but also dared to take the initiative to flirt with him.

Just thinking about how fierce yet soft she looked at him earlier made Zhao Wenchang feel his blood start to boil again.

He leaned close to her ear, his breath hot on her earlobe, and lowered his voice, taking advantage of the situation: "Then I want this little bit of novelty tomorrow night."

"That's all." Jiang Wanqiu refused without hesitation. "There won't be any for tomorrow night."

"Tsk," Zhao Wenchang clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, "You've given me far too little of a treat... But next time you want me to do something, you don't need to go to the trouble of getting me drunk that kind of alcohol."

He paused, then changed the subject, a knowing smile playing on his lips: "If you just ask, why wouldn't I be happy to do it?"

Jiang Wanqiu stiffened, abruptly lifting her head from his embrace. In the moonlight, her eyes widened in disbelief: "You...you knew there was something wrong with that wine?"

Seeing her shocked expression, Zhao Wenchang couldn't help but reach out and pinch her nose, his eyes full of doting affection.

"You used that little trick of yours once when we first met, didn't you?" He chuckled. "Do you think I wouldn't be able to tell?"