Chapter 15 "...I hope I didn't hurt you?"
Zhong Yan seems to be able to remain calm at any time.
Jin Huan didn't want to think about where things started or how far they actually went. The only thing on her mind was that her lecherous appearance was now completely exposed.
They've all climbed all over him...
A few days ago, they slept on opposite sides of the bed. The bed was so big, and Jin Huan was very careful. Normally, she sleeps very properly.
It won't roll around, it won't move around, and it certainly won't snatch the blanket.
It's because she kept thinking about kissing all day, even dreaming about kissing. She was sleeping so soundly, yet she somehow came from one side of the bed to the other.
Zhong Yan's face clearly showed helplessness. He held her hand with one hand and supported her back with the other to prevent her from falling. Seeing that she was still awake, he asked in a low voice, "What did you dream about?"
She gets nervous whenever she sees him at school during the day, and doesn't dare to look at him during her reports. But when she falls asleep, he starts touching her all over. I don't know whether to say she's timid or bold.
Schrödinger was timid.
Jin Huan blushed and remained silent, quietly withdrawing her hand.
What could she possibly dream about...? Dreaming of him taking his clothes off, ugh, and...
Jin Huan stopped her mischievous hands, but her eyes remained fixed on Zhong Yan's face. The bed was an intimate and ambiguous place, especially in their current position, where body temperature was being exchanged through the thin, soft pajamas. She could clearly feel the warmth of his body.
He was slightly warmer than her, his body was more solid, his shoulders felt broader than they looked, his face, so close to hers, was more sculpted, and his deep eyes were the very source of disgust.
Even though Jin Huan seemed to have offended him, Zhong Yan wasn't displeased. He simply patted her back again and asked gently, "Did you dream about me?"
Jin Huan's back stiffened when her thoughts were exposed; her current expression completely betrayed her intentions.
Zhong Yan saw it all.
Jin Huan is young, and Zhong Yan often treats her like a child, always trying his best to be tolerant of her. Some things make him feel helpless, but he can only shake his head and sigh.
They didn't spend much time together, and before marriage, they were complete strangers to each other. However, Zhong Yan could easily see through a girl like Jin Huan and knew that this was all she was thinking about.
If you had to say a girl who's completely innocent has a bad heart... well, that's probably it now.
They have ill intentions towards his health.
Zhong Yan had no idea how alluring his mature physique was to her.
Jin Huan smelled the pleasant fragrance emanating from him, and briefly pondered the source of the scent. She thought it was more like the natural, robust, and mature smell of his body.
Her face was flushed red, but she still clung to him, staring at him, and said with slightly rapid breathing, "Your hair is messy."
Zhong Yan asked gently, "Where?"
Jin Huan then reached out and brushed his forehead.
Her fingers were soft, touching his forehead slightly, her fingertips brushing against his hairline. Whether she did it on purpose or genuinely wanted to brush his hair, the sensation from her fingers was especially noticeable on this warm bed. Zhong Yan sighed, "Sigh... do whatever you want."
They were already married and legally married. Zhong Yan wanted to give his wife a greater sense of security. If this intimacy was the source of her security, then she could continue.
Jin Huan was taken aback. She looked at Zhong Yan as he pondered, then pointed to her face: "Could you give me a kiss?"
She was speaking very seriously.
Zhong Yan leaned over and kissed her on the cheek near the corner of her mouth.
He kissed her and quickly left. Jin Huan saw the faint smile in his eyes, and her heart pounded wildly as if it were being squeezed by a hand. She propped herself up and sat up, watching him lean against the headboard, looking down at her.
His pajamas were in disarray, with almost half of the buttons undone. Jin Huan's gaze swept over him, and then met his eyes again. Perhaps their relationship had become closer after the kiss, because she was no longer afraid of Zhong Yan. Their gazes intertwined, seemingly becoming a silent signal.
The naive girl tried to convey what she wanted to express through her gaze.
She took the initiative to remind him, her voice gentle: "My period is over."
"Yes, I understand." Zhong Yan responded softly. He understood what she meant and asked her again to confirm, "Are you sure you want it now?"
Jin Huan frowned and asked seriously, "Then we still need to pick an auspicious day?"
Zhong Yan chuckled at her words and said, "No, that's not it."
It was past 1 a.m., unlike her who had already slept. Zhong Yan hadn't rested yet, but he wasn't very busy today, so he was still in good spirits. He was leaning against the headboard, his upper body naturally stretched out. He looked at her quietly for a while and asked, "Tell me why."
Why what?
Jin Huan felt inexplicably parched from his gaze, and whispered, "I like you..."
The answer was the same: because she liked him.
It sounds childish for her to say she likes someone, but Jin Huan sees it as a confession. It's happened twice already, and when Zhong Yan asks her why, she always answers "I like you."
There are no other reasons, no need to think so much. For Jin Huan, it's simply that she likes him very much. She likes Mr. Zhong completely, from his appearance and physique to his personality and even his voice. Besides him, where else could she find someone like him?
Not to mention his knowledge and experience, which Jin Huan admired but could never reach.
Zhong Yan didn't doubt what she said. He just found it cute that she said she liked him. In Zhong Yan's eyes, Jin Huan had always been cute. He had never thought much about this matter, but if his wife liked it, he could make her happy.
That's what Zhong Yan thought.
His expression was gentle, and the bedside lamp illuminated the rounded curve of his eyes as he smiled faintly at her: "Then come here."
Zhong Yan said softly, "Give it a try."
What followed was out of control.
For Jin Huan, this was the first time she had faced a body that was more mature and stronger than her own, and she hadn't yet learned how to handle it. Even though she really liked it, that liking only gave her courage; beyond that, she knew nothing.
When Zhong Yan's kiss landed, she was pulled into his arms.
With Jin Huan's size, she could be completely pulled into his arms and sit on his lap. Supported firmly by the strength of his thighs, her body trembled along with her heart. When she trembled violently, Zhong Yan would gently pat her back and softly comfort her.
“If you’re scared, just tell me to stop… Enjoy yourself, there’s nothing shameful about it.” Zhong Yan pressed his fingers against the roots of her hair, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear it. He kissed her ear, giving her a heads-up beforehand.
It might be a little scary... if it's your first time seeing it.
Jin Huan's mind was completely muddled. Her heart was beating faster and faster, so fast that she felt it was connected to a nerve in her body. Her consciousness was becoming unclear, and she could only feel that his palms were very broad and his chest was very hot... These were the only sensory reactions she could feel.
She shook her head almost instinctively, mumbling a denial: "Um... I'm not afraid."
What's there to be afraid of about Mr. Zhong? She likes him all the time, so she's not afraid at all.
She can do it all.
Zhong Yan couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction. She looked like a good student trying hard to prove something to her teacher, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to appear determined. He rubbed the back of her head with his palm and whispered in her ear, "...That's amazing."
Jin Huan's toes curled up at those words.
Even though she hadn't done anything, Zhong Yan's praise still triggered her nerves. A teasing compliment was too much for her, far too much.
Zhong Yan thought she was uncomfortable, so he picked her up and moved her to the side of his legs, asking her with concern, "What's wrong?"
Jin Huan buried her head in his shoulder, her face flushed with embarrassment, so red she couldn't bear to look at anyone. She managed to squeeze out a voice from her throat and replied, "I love hearing you praise me."
Zhong Yan squinted to listen, and then, seeing her reaction, he seemed to understand a little.
So that's what you like.
Based on the previous vague connection, Zhong Yan was almost certain.
Zhong Yan wasn't sure what he was like, and it would probably be different from how he solved it himself. The only thing he was sure of was that he had a lot of control over his body, and he could let his consciousness decide his actions.
So it won't hurt her.
Unsure if he had fully considered her feelings, and with the situation in his hands, he still wanted to be as comprehensive as possible. The girl in his arms had gone limp and couldn't answer him, so Zhong Yan could only patiently instruct her: "If you can't take it... just tell Daddy to stop."
Zhong Yan was certain that calling her that would make her more relaxed.
Daddy... Jin Huan is going to be even more infatuated.
With this thought in mind, Jin Huan was about to kiss his nose and then his lips when she saw Zhong Yan slow his breathing and become even more indifferent. As she looked at him, her eyes welled up with tender tears.
So Jin Huan lost count of how many times she called him "daddy".
If she were sober, she certainly wouldn't dare to shout like that, but she was in a daze. Sometimes she felt like she was drifting on the boat, unable to find a foothold, and sometimes she felt like she was falling into the water, choking on the water and unable to breathe. She would sink and then be pulled out again. This went on and on until her eyes became too heavy to open, and then she slowly closed them.
The dream I had before can actually continue.
Jin Huan had this dream for a long time, so long that she had the illusion that her five senses were clear in the dream. The tenderness of the kiss was clear, the indentation of the fingers pressing was clear, and even the burning sensation of "rubbing" was clear.
She hadn't had such a long and vivid dream in a long time.
She woke up the next morning, at ten o'clock to be exact, close to noon. The weather was nice today, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains.
Jin Huan's pajamas had been changed. These were all bought for her by Zhong Yan, and they were made of very soft and comfortable fabric that fit her figure perfectly. She turned over in bed, poked her head out, and opened her eyes to adjust to the sunlight outside. She saw Zhong Yan sitting on the sofa next to her.
Jin Huan rested her chin on the pillow, slowly recalling last night.
In reality, it was only once, but the preparation time was a bit long, which made Jin Huan feel exhausted. So, she only felt uncomfortable for a moment, and there was almost no pain. After all, there was such a big difference between her and Mr. Zhong in terms of size, and other aspects... were also very different.
Zhong Yan was wearing loose, soft loungewear, with his laptop on his lap. He had gotten up long ago and even held an online meeting. Seeing that she was still asleep, he was afraid she would be sad if she woke up and couldn't see him, so he brought his laptop to the room to work.
Zhong Yan looked at her, his gaze as calm and gentle as ever. He stared at her for a while before asking, "Shall we get up now?"
Zhong Yan's state was completely different from hers. He looked completely refreshed and calm, as if nothing had happened, and his tone was very normal. As for Jin Huan... she blushed so much that she wanted to bury herself in the quilt after only a dozen seconds of his gaze.
Zhong Yan's voice still came through.
“I already ate breakfast this morning, but I thought you might not be able to get up, so I told the auntie that I would make it for you when you wake up.”
Jin Huan took a deep breath under the covers, then another, and after several breaths, she raised her head again and replied, "I...I understand."
Zhong Yan was still looking at her, a gentle smile playing on his lips as he asked to confirm, "I think... I didn't hurt you last night?"
Judging from her reaction, she probably didn't, but Zhong Yan still wanted to hear her say it in person.
Jin Huan's breathing, which she had finally managed to regulate, became disordered again. As soon as she was asked, she couldn't help but start recalling. Her mind was hazy, but the images were clear. He had completely controlled the entire process. His every action and tone of voice was gentle, except... except that he pressed down on her very hard at the very end.
Jin Huan shook her head, blushing as she replied, "It didn't hurt."
It wasn't just that it didn't hurt... she was too embarrassed to continue talking about it.
Zhong Yan smiled with relief: "That's good."
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