Chapter 41 "You caught it yourself, don't you remember?..."
Only a wall lamp hanging on the relief wall was lit in the room. The warm yellow light scattered around through the openwork carvings. The dim environment made Wen Lingshuang's heart race suddenly. Her previously dazed mind suddenly cleared up, and she stared at Jiang An in disbelief.
She wanted to have sex with him.
I want to have further contact with him.
They want to have more intimate interactions.
but……
But he refused them all.
Why did you suddenly agree now?
Jiang An looked at Wen Lingshuang's astonished and shocked face without showing any change in emotion.
She said it herself, so it's neither reasonable nor morally right for him to have overstepped his bounds.
He wanted her.
He began to press closer, and with each step he took, a faint woody scent lingered around Wen Lingshuang. Unconsciously, she began to retreat, step by step, until she reached the edge of the bed, with nowhere left to go. She turned her head to look at the large bed behind her.
It really was... an incredibly large bed.
Wen Lingshuang's heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it leaping out of her skin as she covered her chest with her hands.
Jiang An looked at her downcast eyes and her flushed cheeks, made even more beautiful and captivating in the dim light. Her long, thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her skin. He raised his hand and gently ran the back of his hand across her cheek, whispering, "Should I wait until you sober up, or stay drunk?"
Wen Lingshuang blinked. "Is there a difference?"
"There's no difference, because I also had some alcohol."
"Jiang An, have you thought this through? You should have noticed during the time we've spent together that I'm not easy to get along with."
He didn't realize it.
What's pretentious, what's difficult to get along with.
He realized that it was difficult to make her devoted to him alone.
Her heart is filled with cars, handbags, houses, and various fashion shows... Even drinking occupies a part of her life. How much of that can marriage occupy? Or rather, how much of that can he occupy in her heart?
Instead of asking him if he has made up his mind, it's better to ask her if she has.
By taking this step, he wanted her to have only him in her heart for the rest of her life.
"I've thought it through," he replied softly.
Wen Lingshuang listened to his response and gave a soft "hmm" before sitting down on the edge of the bed. The height was just right for his waistline. Today he was wearing a black leather belt, probably custom-made, with distinctive stitching and metal materials.
This height...
Something's not right.
She suddenly stood up again and said, "Let's talk about it when the alcohol has worn off a bit. My head is still spinning."
Jiang An saw her sitting there, staring at his waist for a few seconds, then standing up and looking in the same direction she had just looked. He smiled and said, "I won't let you have oral sex, don't worry."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't.
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
ah.
I'm going to die.
She had only stared at it for a few seconds, how could he have guessed it?
Her face was as red as a boiled shrimp, her eyes, the size of crystal grapes, stared at him. She wanted to curse him but couldn't bring herself to say it. Finally, she managed to stammer out, "You...you wish."
"Yes, you're dreaming."
Wen Lingshuang angrily pushed him away, walked to the other side and sat down. Her already dizzy head hurt even more after he made her angry.
She hated the feeling of being manipulated, hated the feeling of being seen through by him at a glance, hated... hated... hated... the feeling of caring about him.
She used to care about many things only temporarily. If she liked collecting cars, she would buy more; if she liked clothes and bags, she would buy more. But Jiang An wasn't like those cars, bags, clothes, or shoes... He was a person, and caring about someone is something that's hard to give up.
An eerie silence filled the room.
Jiang An watched Wen Lingshuang's back. Underneath her thin clothes, her slightly protruding spine looked particularly alluring and sexy. She leaned against the headboard, seemingly lost in thought, but it was most likely related to him.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Lingshuang turned to look at him, "Jiang An."
"Um?"
"Do you have any wine? Let's have some more."
Jiang An got up, walked to the cabinet next to him, took out a bottle of wine, and then took out two glasses from the cabinet. He poured the strong wine into the glasses. Perhaps it was because of the environment, but even from a distance, he could smell the fruity aroma of the red wine. She stood up and walked to his side, watching him pour the wine.
Seeing that he had only poured half of the glass, he deliberately pressed down on the bottle, filling the glass to the brim.
Jiang An frowned slightly as he watched her subtle movements. "Are you sure you want to do this while you're not fully conscious?"
Wen Lingshuang's heart pounded like a drum. "Wrong."
She picked up the full glass of wine and stared straight at him. "This is called giving yourself courage."
Jiang An's hand froze in mid-air. "Do you need me to bolster your courage?"
Wen Lingshuang didn't answer. For the first time, instead of seriously tasting the wine, she forced down a large gulp like she was drinking raw meat, as if the wine in her hand wasn't wine, but a tool to make her forget her fear. Seeing her like that, Jiang An's dark eyes deepened, and he gently gripped her delicate wrist. "Yangyang, have you received any education in this area?"
She was a little embarrassed by the question.
Unlike other young ladies from wealthy families, Wen Jinye and Tan Yu adopted a "hands-off" approach to her education. She received elite education for a period of time but was forced to give it up due to excessive pressure. She also studied refined arts such as music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but the only one she could stick with was the violin. Wen Jinye did not force her like other parents; if she said she didn't want to learn, then she didn't have to.
This is especially true for sex education.
I can only say that I learned many details through Anne.
If the man is technically skilled, the pain experienced by the woman can be greatly reduced.
Hearing his words, Wen Lingshuang felt somewhat dissatisfied and said, "Why do you know so much?"
"Because I have received education in this area."
"..." Wen Lingshuang bit her red lips. "Why do I feel like you're insulting me?"
"I can only say this," Jiang An paused slightly, "that in imparting knowledge, teaching skills, and resolving doubts, I am slightly better than you."
Wen Lingshuang was a little annoyed. She put the cup on the table, looked up at him, and said, "It's a bit high. I need to take a look."
How do you see it?
Wen Lingshuang reached out and grabbed his belt. "Look at it this way."
Jiang An smiled and grasped her wrist. "I advise you not to do this."
"Why?"
A man's desires are hard to explain; they can teeter on the edge of reason or drift into madness.
Finding a balance between the two depends on the person's ability to control their emotions; in other words, for Jiang An, he can easily control his desires and keep them from drifting into madness.
But they can't stay on the edge of reason.
Over the years, only Wen Lingshuang has managed to put him in this situation time and time again.
This broke his precedent and also made up for his character flaws.
He wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not, but at least the person was Wen Lingshuang, and he wasn't in danger.
"I can't stand the way you see it."
Wen Lingshuang: "..."
The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous again.
Wen Lingshuang slowly withdrew her hand.
In reality, she was just saying it out of anger. She knew how much of a gap there was between Jiang An and her. Even if he unbuckled his belt himself, she probably wouldn't dare to look.
She angrily picked up the wine glass on the table and took a big gulp.
Because he drank too fast and too quickly, the wine slowly dripped down his lips.
Jiang An raised his hand to wipe the wine from the corner of her lips and said, "I told you, you don't need to drink so fast."
"You...you..." Wen Lingshuang didn't know what to say, her tongue seemingly tied in knots, "Did you take a shower?"
"Um."
That means it's been washed.
Wen Lingshuang turned and walked towards the bathroom. "I haven't done that yet."
“You washed it.” Jiang An grabbed her wrist. “I washed it for you while you were asleep.”
Wen Lingshuang looked at him in surprise.
However, he quickly came to his senses.
What part of her body hadn't he seen before?
Even the teeth marks on his chest are still there and haven't faded.
I've drunk the wine and taken a bath; there's no other excuse to escape.
She said those words, so there's no reason for her to take them back.
Wen Lingshuang's thoughts were still drifting when her soft lips were covered, her teeth pried open, and his tongue entered, savoring the fragrance in her mouth. In the quiet room, the sticky sounds of their intertwined lips and tongues were particularly loud. She grabbed his shirt against his chest, unable to withstand his strength, and began to back away step by step.
Jiang An stepped back to the bedside and gently released her, looking at her unfocused eyes from the kiss and her flushed face because of him, and whispered, "Why are you being so obedient?"
Wen Lingshuang let out a soft moan, clutching his shirt tightly, burying her head in his chest, feeling his warmth, and her sweet voice slowly came: "Do you like it?"
That's what she asked.
He simply couldn't take it anymore.
Jiang An slowly pushed her down and began to unbutton his shirt, his voice extremely hoarse, "I'm not sure."
Because this is just the beginning, it's already difficult to describe it with the word 'like'.
Wen Lingshuang propped herself up on the bed with her elbows and stared straight at him.
Under the soft, dark light, Jiang An slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his firm, hard chest. On the smooth muscle lines, there was a darker line. She leaned up slightly to take a closer look and discovered it was a thin, long bloodstain.
Jiang An looked down at her and said, "You caught it yourself, don't you remember?"
Wen Lingshuang was a little embarrassed, "I caught it?"
"Um."
Was that in the bathtub? Or when I was helping her change into her nightgown?
I can't remember.
She blinked, leaned forward, and kissed him.
This assertive posture forced her to meet those deep, dark eyes.
Their eyes met, and another passionate kiss landed.
She hummed in response, and all words were swallowed up by their mouths. Having just drunk fruit wine, both of them had a strong grape aroma on their breath, except that Jiang An had a faint, almost imperceptible smell of smoke on his breath. It was very faint and blended perfectly with the grape flavor, not at all unpleasant.
Wen Lingshuang's whole body went limp after his kiss.
Like water.
Jiang An was very satisfied with her changes.
His wife was made of water.
If you touch it, water will be everywhere.
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