Chapter 51 Thoughts: "I want this."
"What will you do if you have something on your mind in the future?" Yan Zhenxi's low, husky voice rang out from above.
He asked again slowly and deliberately.
"Yes, yes..." Jiang Zhiyao's words were fragmented when asked. The sudden probing made her stop after only answering one word.
"What do you want?" Yan Zhenxi asked again, lowering his body.
"That's not what I want." Jiang Zhiyao was both ashamed and angry. She cried and tried to move forward, but the waist was held by her, making her powerless.
"What do you want?" Yan Zhenxi continued to press.
Jiang Zhiyao's eyes welled up with tears. Hearing Yan Zhenxi's words, her muddled mind thought for a moment: "I should say it."
"That's wonderful." Yan Zhenxi leaned down and kissed Jiang Zhiyao's lips.
"Then who should we tell?" Yan Zhenxi's movements gradually slowed down, and when he saw that Jiang Zhiyao had not answered, he finally stopped.
Enveloped in the heatwave, Jiang Zhiyao realized the heat was receding and was momentarily stunned. She had only vaguely heard a few words from Yan Zhenxi's previous statement, and her dazed mind couldn't process them at all.
"I want this." Jiang Zhiyao leaned closer, unable to contain her desire.
Yan Zhenxi chuckled softly: "I'll give this to you later."
"Who should we tell?" Yan Zhenxi gently tried to calm Jiang Zhiyao down.
Jiang Zhiyao comfortably half-closed her eyes, barely managing to gather some thoughts to answer his question: "I need to tell Zhenxi."
"You got it right." Yan Zhenxi showered Jiang Zhiyao's neck with countless kisses.
"One last question," Yan Zhenxi said in a deep, magnetic voice, "What can't we ever do?"
"We cannot divorce." Jiang Zhiyao quickly gave her answer, something she had already given many times before.
"We can never divorce." Yan Zhenxi repeated this in a hoarse voice, "Now I'll give you what Ayao wants."
"Hmm." Jiang Zhiyao tilted her neck back slightly, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and her body trembled slightly.
"How come you're so beautiful and cute no matter what you look like, Ayao?" Yan Zhenxi's voice was low and husky, with a hint of laughter. Jiang Zhiyao's ears tingled, her heart trembled, and her body reacted.
Yan Zhenxi groaned softly, tightening his grip on Jiang Zhiyao's hand slightly: "Be gentle, Ayao..."
Jiang Zhiyao blinked a few times before her vision cleared slightly, and she saw that Yan Zhenxi was now consumed by lust and no longer had his usual calm and self-possessed demeanor.
"...Ah Yao, I'll give it all to you, okay?" Even her usually gentle voice could produce such a pleasant low moan.
Looking into Yan Zhenxi's slightly narrowed eyes, Jiang Zhiyao was bewitched, feeling dizzy and captivated. She hooked her arm around Yan Zhenxi, propped herself up with her soft body, and kissed Yan Zhenxi's slightly moist eyes.
Touched by her actions, Yan Zhenxi tightened his arms around Jiang Zhiyao and buried his head in hers, saying, "...A-Yao."
After a long pause, Yan Zhenxi raised his head. His stray hairs, damp with sweat, clung to his skin, adding a touch of allure to his handsome face. His eyes were dark and seductive: "A-Yao is so amazing..."
Before Jiang Zhiyao could recover from the lingering sensation, he pulled her into a room full of springtime romance.
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When Jiang Zhiyao woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. She had just moved and was about to sit up in bed when she found that her body was sore and swollen.
The lower part is fine; it should have already been treated with medication. The main problem is that other areas are a bit sour.
"Ayao is awake?" Yan Zhenxi walked in from outside. He looked like he had just returned from the morning court session, and he was still wearing his official robes.
Jiang Zhiyao lay on the bed without speaking. After Yan Zhenxi came over, she reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "Help me up."
“Okay.” Yan Zhenxi naturally complied, but as soon as he bent down, Jiang Zhiyao grabbed his collar.
"How come..." Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Zhiyao bit Yan Zhenxi hard on the face.
"It's all your fault." Jiang Zhiyao didn't let go, her tone full of complaint, and she mumbled, "I kept saying no yesterday..."
Yan Zhenxi let her bite him, and moved his body closer to Jiang Zhiyao so that she wouldn't have to exert any extra force.
"I just couldn't resist, Yao," Yan Zhenxi said with a smile. "Yao is so cute, and she's all wet, and..."
Jiang Zhiyao was about to give up, but upon hearing Yan Zhenxi's words, she intensified her efforts.
"Hiss." Yan Zhenxi couldn't help but exclaim, "I won't say anything more, Ayao."
Jiang Zhiyao then opened her mouth.
After helping her sit up, Yan Zhenxi straightened up, straightened his collar which had been wrinkled by the pulling, and said in a tone that seemed both complaining and satisfied: "When did Ayao start liking to pull my collar?"
Before, she was only thinking about getting Yan Zhenxi to come over so she could "get revenge" and didn't pay much attention to him. Now that she saw him standing at the head of the bed, she realized that he was wearing official robes and had a different feeling than usual.
She exuded a stronger aura and looked more noble, which made Jiang Zhiyao even more itchy and eager.
The jade belt on Yan Zhenxi's waist perfectly outlined his slender waist. His body was completely covered by his official robes, which made Jiang Zhiyao want to loosen them.
Because Jiang Zhiyao knew how wonderful this body was, and how impatient and sweaty she had been on top of him last night, thinking about it made her cheeks burn.
Yan Zhenxi straightened his collar, looked at Jiang Zhiyao's slightly flushed cheeks, chuckled softly, stared straight at her, and bent down to get closer: "Ayao, you can't do this during the day."
I'll give it to you tonight.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Jiang Zhiyao glared at him upon hearing his words.
"Does Ayao like me wearing this?" Yan Zhenxi asked thoughtfully. "How about I wear this tonight?"
Jiang Zhiyao couldn't hold back any longer and picked up a pillow from the side, throwing it at him: "If you say that again, I'll bite you again."
Yan Zhenxi took the pillow from Jiang Zhiyao and turned her intact cheek towards her: "Can Ayao bite this side?"
"My other half bit me until my skin bled, it hurts."
Hearing Yan Zhenxi's words, Jiang Zhiyao paused: "Is it serious?"
Yan Zhenxi then showed the bitten side to Jiang Zhiyao: "It's definitely broken skin."
I didn't look at it carefully before, but now that I look closely, I realize it is indeed a bit serious, with some skin breaking and redness.
A slight pang of guilt welled up in Jiang Zhiyao's heart: "Hug..."
She had barely uttered a single syllable when Yan Zhenxi continued, "Although I bumped into A Yao and caused some scratches there last night, A Yao, don't retaliate here. Wouldn't it be better to retaliate in the same spot as us? A Yao can scratch it however she wants."
Jiang Zhiyao immediately swallowed the words she was about to say, and instead slapped him with the hand that was reaching out to touch his face: "Serves you right!"
"It hurts." Yan Zhenxi didn't even turn his face away, but instead moved even closer, his whole body almost pressed against Jiang Zhiyao.
Jiang Zhiyao blushed at his words, but didn't care about what happened to him there: "It's understandable that it hurts."
"Why are you like this now?" Jiang Zhiyao asked Yan Zhenxi, somewhat puzzled.
Yan Zhenxi raised an eyebrow: "Like that?"
"Shameless." After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Zhiyao finally uttered the word that was on her mind.
"Why bother with saving face in front of A-Yao?" Yan Zhenxi said nonchalantly. "Anyway, A-Yao already knows how much I like you."
"I just like Ayao, and I just want to stay with Ayao forever."
“What’s wrong with doing this with my wife?” Yan Zhenxi said matter-of-factly.
Jiang Zhiyao was both amused and exasperated: "Now, I can't see even a trace of your former gentle and refined self."
"Did Ayao prefer me the way I used to be?"
After struggling for a moment, Jiang Zhiyao finally spoke her mind: "...I like them all."
“I like Ayao no matter what she looks like.” A smile flashed across Yan Zhenxi’s eyes.
Jiang Zhiyao really didn't want to get up, so Yan Zhenxi took the initiative to bring her toiletries to the bedside.
Although Jiang Zhiyao doesn't usually get up early, she's never been in bed like this before, even sitting on the edge of the bed washing up. It's clear she expended a lot of energy last night.
The meal was prepared and brought into the room. Yan Zhenxi naturally took it and sat on the edge of the bed, intending to feed her.
Jiang Zhiyao stopped the spoon and took the bowl from her: "I can do it myself."
Yan Zhenxi stood up, changed out of his official robes, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms. After Jiang Zhiyao finished eating and put down her bowl, he gently pressed her waist with his palms: "Is it okay to press like this?"
"Okay." Feeling the slightly warm palm and just the right amount of pressure on her waist, Jiang Zhiyao squinted her eyes comfortably.
Yan Zhenxi helped Jiang Zhiyao lie down, and he sat beside her, carefully massaging her.
After pressing for a long time, Jiang Zhiyao felt much better than at the beginning, so she asked Yan Zhenxi to stop.
“Look at that tooth mark,” Jiang Zhiyao said to Yan Zhenxi as she sat up.
Jiang Zhiyao touched the teeth marks she had left on his arm and frowned slightly. She should have bitten his arm first; the marks on his face were far too obvious.
For some reason, Jiang Zhiyao really liked biting Yan Zhenxi, especially on his face. Every time she saw her mark on Yan Zhenxi's face, she would feel a subtle sense of satisfaction.
"Ah Yao really does like biting me." Yan Zhenxi's lips curled up, and he straightened up slightly, pulling Jiang Zhiyao's hand to his chest. "Which tooth mark are you looking at? There are a few more on my body, do you want to see them all?"
Feeling the slightly bulging sensation under her hand, Jiang Zhiyao snapped out of her daze and quickly put her hand down: "Alright, alright, it's almost noon, I'm getting out of bed."
After the meal, looking at Yan Zhenxi who was about to return to her dormitory, Jiang Zhiyao asked with some confusion, "Don't you need to go to the study to handle official business today?"
"Yes." Yan Zhenxi hugged Jiang Zhiyao. "I invited some colleagues to the manor to discuss matters today. They will be here in a while. I'll stay with Ayao for a bit longer."
"You made plans with someone?" Jiang Zhiyao raised her voice slightly in surprise. "What about your face?"
Seeing the teeth marks on Yan Zhenxi's face that had not yet completely faded, Jiang Zhiyao raised her hand to smooth them out.
Yan Zhenxi rarely invites officials to his residence for meetings, and Jiang Zhiyao originally thought he wouldn't leave the residence again today, which is why she emphasized it a bit earlier.
"What should we do?" Jiang Zhiyao asked worriedly, looking at the teeth marks that wouldn't fade away anytime soon. "Why don't you wear a veil?"
Although she knew it was impossible, Jiang Zhiyao couldn't think of any other way; she couldn't let others see it.
"It doesn't matter." After enjoying Jiang Zhiyao wiping his face, Yan Zhenxi slowly straightened up. "They don't dare to stare at my face."
"Even if they see it, it doesn't matter; no one dares to speak ill of me."
"I actually hope they see it." Yan Zhenxi lowered her head, smiled, and leaned closer to Jiang Zhiyao. "I really want everyone to know that I am A-Yao."
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