The two of them hadn't rested well to begin with, and after tossing and turning in bed for so long, An Ran finally woke up the next morning. She rubbed her aching waist, feeling a surge of regret. She shouldn't have seduced him. This man was like a hungry wolf, almost tearing her apart. Her waist felt like it had been kicked countless times, aching and almost breaking.

She glared at the person beside her who was still sleeping soundly. She raised her foot and kicked her to the ground. Cao Kun looked at her in confusion, not knowing how he had offended her. He was still dreaming. In the dream, he and her had fought for three hundred rounds. Listening to her voice, he felt like he was under a spell. He couldn't let her go at all. Just when he wanted to love her deeply, she kicked him off the bed.

He asked blankly, "What's wrong with my wife? Did I do something wrong? What did I do to upset you?"

She said angrily, "You almost tortured me to death, and you still ask me why? If you weren't so handsome and had a great figure, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you. Now I really regret spending the wedding night with you. My waist is about to break."

Hearing this, he climbed onto the bed, knelt in front of her, and said with a hint of grievance: "Wife, don't you know how beautiful you are? Don't you know how much charm you have for me? I have no willpower in front of you. Last night, you were so bold and so passionate. How could I possibly bear it! I wish I could grow on you and never get off!"

I was so angry at his words that I said, "You mean you blame me? Can't you be more restrained? Also, am I so bold? In my place, this is just the tip of the iceberg. If I'm more daring, will you torture me to death?"

Hearing her words, he pushed her down, his voice hoarse and full of jealousy. He asked, "Wife, in your world, do you have a partner? Do you treat him with the same passion as you treat me? Do you want to call him husband or brother like you did last night?"

She was his wife now; her body and her heart belonged only to him. But she said there were even more daring things in her world. He thought of her last night in the bathroom, her bold, seductive ways, and her various seductive gestures beneath him. And her captivating hands, wantonly igniting him.

Thinking that in her world, she had a partner, or even a husband. When she would tease that person in the same way, he felt a nameless fire burning in his heart. Even though she was his wife now, even though her virginity was his, he was still jealous, jealous of that man. He hated himself even more for not being that man, for not being able to appear in her world.

Seeing him pouting and his eyes full of jealousy, I felt amused. I had lived two lives and there was no other man besides him. But seeing his expression, I couldn't help but want to tease him. With a wicked smile, I said, "You are not allowed to resist or move, and I will tell you, okay?"

Holding back the jealousy in her heart, she nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead and tell me. I promise not to move or resist, and I'll just listen to you."

She raised her devilish hand and touched his abdominal muscles. Her small hand was as light as a feather, gently tracing over every inch of his chest. His arms, which had been supporting him, trembled slightly due to her teasing, and his brother also clamored little by little. He bit his lip and looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

She smiled evilly, without stopping her hands, and said, "In my original world, I didn't have a husband." Just then, he felt happy in his heart.

She added, "But I have a boyfriend, and I often caress his abdominal muscles like this and kiss him! Sometimes, I touch him like this." After hearing what she said, his whole body froze. Her hand was actually... ?

That little hand was like a soul-snatching messenger, driving him nearly crazy. He felt like he was under a spell and really wanted to die on her body. But after hearing what she said, he became mad with jealousy, looking at her with bloodshot eyes.

Still unsatisfied, she raised her head, leaned close to his ear, and said something extremely explicit. This, in turn, made him unable to suppress his jealousy any longer. He kissed her lips fiercely, and the two of them started fighting again.

He didn't know how long it took, but he finally let her go after hearing her crying and begging for mercy, explaining that she was just teasing him and that in her world, she had never had a boyfriend. After she finished explaining, she passed out. Before she passed out, she cursed herself in her heart, saying, "You really can't tease your man with this kind of thing, or else you'll be the one in trouble. You deserve it for being so rude!"

Seeing her drift off to sleep, he cleaned her up and tucked her in. Kissing her forehead, he felt incredibly satisfied and incredibly happy. Hearing her say that, he was mad with jealousy, wanting nothing more than to possess her and make her forget that man. But when she said she was just teasing him, his jealousy instantly vanished. He still wanted to possess her; she was so beautiful, so enchanting, he was intoxicated, unable to extricate himself.