Jian Yixue felt flustered under his gaze and didn't know what he was thinking, so she didn't dare to continue speaking.
The room fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.
After a long while, Ye Mohan put down the recipe in his hand, got up and walked to Jian Yixue's side, took her hand and walked back to the inner room, and lifted the quilt for her.
"Come on, sit down and take off your shoes. Get some rest."
Jian Yixue obediently listened to Ye Mohan's words, sat on the edge of the bed, let Ye Mohan take off her shoes and dry her feet, covered her with the quilt and then turned to leave.
Jian Yixue sat up abruptly and asked quickly, "Where are you going?"
Ye Mohan turned to look at her: "Go to the bathroom, or do you want to help me—take a bath?"
Jian Yixue blushed and pulled the blanket over her face: "I won't help you. Go wash up, I'm going to sleep."
After finishing speaking, he hid under the covers and didn't dare to stick his head out for a long time.
Upon seeing this, Ye Mohan smiled and walked towards the bathroom.
At this moment, Jian Yixue, lying in bed, was going through a mental battle. One voice said, "Give in to him. You were born to repay a debt of gratitude, and you'll be his sooner or later. If he wants it, just give it to him."
Another voice said, "You're a girl, you should be reserved, otherwise he'll get tired of you later. Things that are too easily obtained are often not cherished."
"Damn it, this is so annoying!" Jian Yixue sat up abruptly, looking towards the bathroom door, listening to the sound of water coming from inside the bathroom, feeling both anticipation and fear.
Just as Jian Yixue was lost in thought, Ye Mohan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. Looking at Jian Yixue staring at him, he couldn't help but smile and tease, "My wife, are you satisfied with my physique?"
Jian Yixue snapped back to reality and subconsciously sized up the man in front of her. He had well-developed arms, clearly a trained athlete, and even a full eight-pack, showing he worked out regularly. Judging from his clothes, she'd always assumed he wasn't in great shape. Now, however, he had a perfect physique!
He couldn't help but nod and praise, "You're the epitome of looking slim in clothes and muscular when you take them off. You're a perfect clothes hanger; you look good in everything. I'm so envious!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Mohan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Such high praise, it seems my wife is very satisfied with my physique."
Jian Yixue then realized what he had said, and blushed, instantly creating a slightly ambiguous atmosphere.
Although in her eyes they had been married for more than six years, they had only been newlyweds for a few days in this life, and apart from that accident in their previous life, the two had never had any further contact, let alone such an ambiguous conversation.
For a moment, Jian Yixue was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
Ye Mohan walked to the bedside and sat down, pulling her into his arms from behind. His pleasant, deep voice reached her ears: "Get some rest, it's getting late."
He held her as he slowly lay down, and for the first time in a true sense, they slept together in the same pillow.
Jian Yixue was extremely nervous. Before, she had only thought about it, but now that it had really come to this, to be honest, she was a little panicked and wanted to run away.
Let Ye Mohan hold her. Ye Mohan was only wrapped in a bath towel. The two fell asleep close together. A heat slowly rose up. Jian Yixue didn't dare to move and froze there.
"Mo Han, go put on some clothes. It's uncomfortable to sleep wrapped in a bath towel," Jian Yixue said, offering a lame excuse.
Ye Mohan grabbed a bath towel and threw it out, then hugged her tightly and explained, "I'm not used to sleeping in clothes."
As the two grew even closer, the heat emanating from Ye Mohan's body caused Jian Yixue to blush. She nestled against Ye Mohan's arm, too shy to move.
Right now, Ye Mohan is probably only wearing his underwear. Jian Yixue is torn between giving it to him willingly or pretending not to know anything.
After a long while, Jian Yixue steeled her heart, turned over to face Ye Mohan, and dared not look directly into Ye Mohan's eyes. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around Ye Mohan's waist and slowly and awkwardly explored him.
Just as things were about to turn dangerous, Ye Mohan grabbed her hand and said in a deep, passionate voice, "Madam, don't start a fire!"
Jian Yixue paused for a moment, then broke free from his grasp and continued moving.
"Be good, stop making a fuss. I don't want to do it to you here. I don't want you to feel wronged." Ye Mohan said as he grabbed Jian Yixue's constantly provocative little hand.
Upon hearing this, Jian Yixue was deeply moved. Even now, he still couldn't bear to see her suffer. How blind he must have been in his past life to not have noticed how good she was to him.
"Then what will you do?"
The two were very close, and Jian Yixue naturally sensed the changes in Ye Mohan's body, and felt somewhat worried about him.
Ye Mohan leaned close to her ear, his deep, magnetic voice slightly seductive, "You'll help me... hmm?"
Jian Yixue looked at Ye Mohan with a bewildered expression. How could she help?
Seeing her like this, Ye Mohan knew that his wife was very pure.
He smiled and whispered something in Jian Yixue's ear, his hand... She blushed instantly, as if she could feel the burning heat on her cheeks.
...
After a long while, it finally ended.
Jian Yixue felt like her hands weren't even there... and she collapsed onto the ground, completely losing her composure.
In contrast, Ye Mohan looked refreshed and energetic.
Jian Yixue pouted and gave him a glare.
Ye Mohan was satisfied and in an extremely good mood.
He sat up and hugged Jian Yixue again, massaging her hands to relieve the discomfort.
Jian Yixue lay lazily in Ye Mohan's arms.
She let him press the M on her hand; right now, she really just wanted to give up.
Gradually, perhaps because Ye Mohan's massage was very comfortable, or perhaps because she was too tired, Jian Yixue fell asleep in Ye Mohan's arms.
He stopped breathing, listening to her shallow and deep breaths. Looking at her sleeping in his arms, Ye Mohan felt very satisfied.
Ye Mohan gently placed her head on his arm, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
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The next day, when Jian Yixue woke up, she found herself lying in Ye Mohan's arms.
Seeing that he was still asleep, she boldly looked at the man in front of her. When he was asleep, his face lost some of its fierceness, and he had a handsome face with well-defined features that made her feel inferior.
Jian Yixue unconsciously raised her hand and touched Ye Mohan's fair face. It felt nice to the touch; that was Jian Yixue's first impression.
Just as she was about to continue doing something, Ye Mohan, who had been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her teasingly: "Madam, are you so captivated by my good looks? Didn't you get enough of me last night?"
Upon hearing him mention last night, Jian Yixue buried her head in his chest and said coyly, "No, you're not allowed to talk nonsense, or I won't talk to you anymore."
Hearing her threat, which seemed harmless, Ye Mohan chuckled and put his arm around her, "Alright, I won't say anymore. After all, my future happiness depends on you, my wife."
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