The curtains were drawn, the room was dark and gloomy, and two figures were entwined on the sofa, the air thick with the scent of hormones.
Three minutes later, Wen Jiaojiao's lower abdominal pain was still particularly noticeable, while the man beside her curled up like a shrimp.
She gritted her teeth: "All this fussing and yelling all day, and this is the result when it actually happens?"
Wen Zhaoye didn't feel any pain, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, and awkwardly said:
"This is the first time, so it's normal."
"He's addicted to bad food."
After saying that, Wen Jiaojiao endured the pain in her lower abdomen and walked towards the bathroom.
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face turned a deep shade of liver red, and he explained in an unnatural tone, "This is normal, let me calm down."
Wen Jiaojiao ignored him. She closed the door, touched the water in the bathtub, then stepped in, muttering dejectedly:
"The water hadn't even cooled down before it was over."
She quickly washed up, put on her nightgown, lay down on the bed, glanced at the man who was still facing away from her in a shrimp-like position, and couldn't help but advise:
"Alright, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow to get checked out and get some medicine. It's nothing serious. Even if you can't take it, I won't mind." After all, it's not like I'll be using it for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye turned over, his handsome face flushed, completely disregarding the possibility that repeated actions might cause his injuries to burst open.
The branches outside the window lashed against the window frame, making a loud noise that seemed to echo between the inside and outside.
Late at night, a small lamp beside the bed cast a soft, dim light.
The girl's soft moans and the man's deep breathing continued uninterrupted, the air thick with lewdness, and the bed a complete mess.
Wen Zhaoye leaned lazily against the headboard, one arm around the girl beside him whose face was flushed with pink, her lips slightly parted, breathing softly and exuding fragrance. A thin blanket covered their young, naked bodies.
A slight smile played on his lips, his handsome face exuding an untamed and wicked charm. He looked at the drowsy girl and said, "Is it alright? If not, we can try again."
Wen Jiaojiao, panting with fragrance, said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Okay, you're good."
"That's good, go to sleep."
Wen Zhaoye finally got a satisfactory answer. He slammed the switch, plunging the room into darkness. He held one of her ample breasts in his hand and fell asleep contentedly in his arms.
Wen Jiaojiao: "..."
As dawn broke, Wen Jiaojiao found herself alone beside the empty room. Her limbs felt heavy, and she struggled to sit up.
She felt a dull ache all over her body, and the crumpled sheets beneath her were a reminder of the madness of the previous night.
On the street, Wen Zhaoye, having bought breakfast and carrying his lunchbox, was about to turn around when he suddenly bumped into someone.
He then felt a sharp pain on his scalp. He frowned, glanced at the person, and realized he didn't recognize them, so he didn't think much of it.
Li Zhu glanced at his departing figure, then calmly placed the hair into a transparent packaging bag.
When Wen Zhaoye returned home, a hint of joy in his eyes, he said, "Wife, I bought breakfast. Do you want to eat now?"
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at him, then raised her hand to rub her head, grabbed a nightgown from the side and put it on, her voice hoarse as she said:
"Wait until I've finished washing up."
Wen Zhaoye placed the lunchbox on the bedside table, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Wen Jiaojiao into his arms, and said with a roguish grin:
"Are you alright? If not, stay in bed today."
Her hot breath brushed against her cheek, and Wen Jiaojiao's blushing lips stiffened as she said:
"Does it have to be this cloying first thing in the morning?"
“That’s called marital bliss,” Wen Zhaoye corrected, then continued:
"And if you're tired, you can rest at home. I'll come back at noon and take a nap with you."
Do you think I wouldn't know whether he's taking a nap or sleeping with me?
Wen Jiaojiao was terrified after doing this once, and dared not stay at home for even a moment. She got out of bed and said:
"I'm going to work soon, and I probably won't have time for a lunch break, so you can come back and sleep by yourself."
Wen Zhaoye followed behind her:
"You're really planning to go and operate a sewing machine?"
Wen Jiaojiao raised her aching arms and squeezed out toothpaste, saying:
"Otherwise, we'll try to do more and sell more." Now I have another reason to leave you. You've scared me so much that I'll probably never think about men again in my life.
Wen Zhaoye leaned against the wall, his gaze suddenly falling on the bloodstains on the sofa cushions. His breath caught in his throat for a moment:
Did my wound reopen last night?
No, at the time, apart from the tightness and pain she caused me while I was on the sofa, I didn't feel any other pain. Even after it happened again, I didn't experience any discomfort.
That can only belong to my beloved sister.
Realizing this, he walked forward with a pleasant smile, pulled out the bloodstained sofa cushion, carefully folded it, and put it in the wardrobe.
After washing up, Wen Jiaojiao noticed that a piece was missing from the middle of the sofa cushions. She immediately understood and said:
"Why don't you wash that piece? It doesn't look good with one piece missing."
Wen Zhaoye carried the lunchbox to the sofa and sat down, saying, "Why wash it? This needs to be kept as proof that you got my body."
Wen Jiaojiao's brows furrowed, and she said rather speechlessly:
"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were bleeding."
Wen Zhaoye opened the lunchbox, placed it on the coffee table in front of her, and said cheerfully:
"It makes no difference, I'm your only man."
Wen Jiaojiao took off her chopsticks, glanced at him, and said:
"Do you care about this kind of thing?"
Wen Zhaoye raised his hand and rubbed the stray hairs on the back of his head. After thinking for a moment, he decided to tell the truth:
"No man in the world is completely indifferent to this kind of thing, including me."
Wen Jiaojiao frowned slightly:
"Then why did you insist on marrying me in the first place? After all, my reputation was already ruined."
Wen Zhaoye took her hand, gently stroking it in his palm, and said sincerely:
"Because even knowing that you've been with other men, I still can't resist wanting to be with you."
So I've already prepared for the things you won't have. At most, when we actually sleep together and you find out, I'll feel a little disappointed, but it won't diminish my feelings for you.
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