The night was deep, and the moon was growing fuller.
The woman, with a charming face and glistening beads of sweat all over her body, lay weakly on the man's bronze, strong, and muscular body, sobbing softly.
The corners of her eyes were smudged red, and her eyelashes were wet.
Her eyelids were red and swollen.
"Have you...have you had enough?"
The girl's delicate, chubby voice was hoarse and out of tune.
Her response was the man's low, hoarse breathing and the tense muscles bulging on his body.
"Sweetheart, baby, it'll be over in a minute."
This sudden turn of events left Wen Qinghe speechless with despair.
From afternoon to evening, and from dinner time until now, a full five or six hours have passed.
It was almost eight o'clock, but the man showed no signs of fatigue.
I kept finding different ways to torment her.
Today is the Lantern Festival, and firecrackers are going off everywhere outside.
It's rare that everyone hasn't started work yet this year.
It's freezing cold, and spring hasn't even started yet.
The snow in the yard hasn't melted yet.
Others may only experience the freezing cold and snow.
But heaven knows, Wen Qinghe has been in utter misery these past few days.
She hasn't left the house since the first day of the Lunar New Year.
It's not that she's afraid of the cold.
It's not that I don't want to go out.
Instead, whenever the man at home had free time, he would devote all his inexhaustible energy from the fields to her.
Various novel cheese-making activities, exploring every corner of several rooms.
It was a source of unbearable suffering for Wen Qinghe, a bittersweet experience.
She's either sleeping or on her way to being slept with.
Originally, due to the special circumstances tonight, and the fact that Wen Qinghe had been fed for half a month, it was originally possible that...
The man finally took pity on her and let her rest for a day.
Wen Qinghe finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she could have some breathing room today.
…
But then it was afternoon.
She rarely got out of bed, but she picked out a new peach-pink jacket and put it on, standing in front of the mirror admiring herself from all sides.
This is the first time she's worn new clothes this year, and that's no exaggeration.
After all, he had been lying in bed for the previous fifteen days.
Wearing new clothes makes me feel great.
On a whim, looking at her slightly modern Chinese-style padded jacket, she couldn't resist wanting to do a limited-edition spring peach blossom makeup look for herself.
New Year, new look, start with something beautiful.
She opened the makeup case that had been unused since her wedding day.
The afternoon sun shines through the spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm and dazzling beams of light onto the floor of the main room.
The girl, in a good mood, opened her tablet, accessed a playlist she had downloaded from a cloud storage service, and started looping the playlist.
I started putting on makeup while listening to music.
As the beautiful melody began, the girl, bathed in sunlight, smiled contentedly, her delicate hair turning golden.
Every move the girl made was like a seductive poppy, deeply attracting men to stop and stare at her.
Her beauty was unparalleled, as radiant as spring blossoms.
She was the only light in sight.
Yan Xiao believed from the bottom of his heart that if angels existed, they would probably look like this.
Pure, beautiful, and alluringly seductive.
Wen Qinghe had long since mastered the ability to remain completely unaffected and composed even under a man's burning, infatuated gaze.
She held an eyeshadow brush, dipped it into the glittery powder, and gently dabbed it onto her eyelids.
I hummed along to the tunes on repeat with the playlist.
"Old folk songs,
They're all swirling around your fingertips.
The beauty that cannot be obtained
It's always bothering me.
There's nowhere to throw away the grains of white rice.
Mosquito blood can't be wiped off.
…
No more turbulent waves,
And it never floats in my dreams.
The white moonlight is shining.
You only just realized how good she was.
A cinnabar mole is difficult to remove.
Can you know,
…”
As the girl hummed softly, the climax of a song came to an end, and Wen Qinghe's limited-edition spring peach blossom makeup was also completed.
Bathed in sunlight, the girl resembled a peach blossom fairy who had wandered into the human world.
Like a dream, so beautiful it seems unreal.
Yan Xiao's dark eyes widened in amazement for a moment, as if the surrounding air had frozen.
A strong possessiveness was raging inside me.
I fear she's just a flash in the pan, that one day she'll drift away on the wind.
Is it only by completely imprinting her with my own mark, and watching her become tainted with human desires for me, that I can truly feel her real existence before my eyes?
The man's eyes radiated a palpable, dangerous masculine pheromone, and even the aura surrounding him was overwhelmingly strong.
Even Wen Qinghe, who was admiring her own stunning beauty in the mirror, could feel it.
She turned her head and waved her hand in front of the man.
The man seemed oblivious, as if he had fallen into an unknown web.
Wen Qinghe simply reached out and pinched the man's face to help him quickly regain his senses.
"Ayan? Ayan? What are you thinking about?"
No wonder she was so surprised; she was all too familiar with that look in her eyes.
If I don't interrupt him, I reckon she'll end up in bed again.
Feeling the soft touch on his face, Yan Xiao suddenly snapped out of his thoughts.
He secretly regretted that he had just entertained such a despicable thought.
He selfishly hoped that his wife's world would only include him.
He pinched his palm in fear.
He couldn't help but want to strangle himself just thinking about the consequences of actually doing that.
He's too obsessed.
Qingqing is already his wife.
Why is he still so anxious about gains and losses?
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he forced himself to look away from the unbearable, dark thoughts that had just surfaced in his mind.
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