Chapter 57 Even handcuffed, you still won't behave.
The wedding candles burned brightly, their passionate love seemingly rising and transforming into countless threads, firmly binding the two together.
They will weave themselves into a pupa, binding the two of them to death within it, or perhaps soon they will emerge as butterflies.
“Brother, it’s not like this, we shouldn’t be like this.” She murmured helplessly, her voice growing softer and softer.
She had already made her choice.
Parting ways amicably is the right thing to do, and it's best for both of them.
Reputation, future, family—everything could still be saved. With all her might, she pushed the person away, the chains clanging as she moved.
Like a celebratory song before an important event.
His large hands encircled her shoulders, his slender fingers gripping her shoulder blades, easily stopping her struggles, and then he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Then he bent down, his warm lips pressed against his collarbone, licking the flesh until the fair skin was rubbed until it became a lustful, reddish hue.
"Yaoyao, I used to think you didn't understand who you liked, which is why you didn't come to me."
Later I realized, all the shackles are on you, whatever choice you make is wrong, you worry too much, and you want everything.
She looked up in astonishment, not understanding what Yu He'an meant by his analysis.
“If I let you choose, you will only stay away from me. Even if I pave the way for you, clear your name, and resolve all the troubles, you will still leave me.”
She turned her head away, not daring to look at Yu He'an's face.
She had to admit that Yu He'an was right. Even though she was very tempted when he proposed, she ultimately backed down.
"What I want is much simpler; I just want you." Yu He'an took a step closer, leaned over her, shook off the peanuts, longans, and other items from the wedding bed, and pressed her into the bed curtains.
She sank into the soft brocade quilt, the scent of cedarwood permeating every inch of her exposed skin.
"Then remember, from now on, everything is forced upon you by me, it is me who is demanding it."
Even her exquisite makeup couldn't hide the blush; her almond-shaped eyes, consumed by desire, were misty, and her face still bore the tangled and hesitant look of someone with a strong sense of morality.
He ate all the bright red lip rouge, revealing his original lip color.
He covered it again, licking his lips until they were glistening with moisture.
The candlelight licked at him, and his breath became hot.
The wedding dress was completely torn apart, revealing straight collarbones. The scarlet bodice was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, symbolizing the harmony between husband and wife. A red rope wrapped around his rounded shoulders, and down to his left wrist, there was a silver shackle, the other end of which was tied to his hand, tightly connecting them together.
The more she struggled, the tighter she was bound, the intense pressure making it hard for her to breathe.
The delicate kisses traveled down her neck, and she instinctively curled up to avoid them, causing her body to tremble slightly.
Large, muscular hands massaged it, sending a tingling sensation through my spine and spreading throughout my body.
The love potion that hadn't acted up for days seemed to have flared up again. Her whole body felt numb and weak, her mind felt like a mess, and she felt damp and muddy.
The pressure was too great, and she struggled to resist, but the more she struggled, the faster her clothes fell off.
The tension in my mind was about to snap.
Helplessly clutching the brocade quilt, her other hand, bound by shackles, could only grasp Yu He'an's arm.
In her newlywed home, even her nominal husband was just a door away in the courtyard.
She and her brother were...
The sense of transgression made her tremble, and she whispered "brother" in an attempt to find release.
Yu He'an squinted, admiring her loss of control and descent into depravity. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, like a hunter watching his prey leap into a trap.
She lowered her head, knowing that Yu He'an was mocking her, laughing at her for wanting to uphold morality while her body was being seduced by him.
Since she had done it before, she simply buried her head in the quilt and pretended to be dead.
It wasn't until she heard the rustling sound of clothes being taken off that she realized something was wrong. In the past, after Yu He'an helped her, she would always take a cold shower herself.
The sash was quickly pulled open, and the white robe was hastily pulled off and thrown on the ground, tangling with the bright red wedding dress.
The scenery beneath the robes was not as handsome as it appeared; broad shoulders, which she had leaned on many times, were her solid support.
His slender frame was covered with a layer of solid muscles, and his strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close and giving her no chance to escape.
Following down his lean waist and abdomen, it was too... exaggerated and barbaric, completely inconsistent with his aloof and ascetic appearance.
She slowly looked away, her face flushed.
She was trapped in his arms, the muscles against her firm and taut, the heat radiating through her skin, and she struggled incessantly.
"Don't move." The voice was hoarse and barely audible.
She was held tightly in his arms and kneaded, her already sore and numb limbs turning into limp noodles, completely at his mercy. Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, indistinguishable from his.
In a confined space, if you're too close together, you can easily sense each other—it's too dangerous.
Seemingly dissatisfied with her avoidance, he grabbed her chin, forced her to kiss him, pried open her teeth, chased after her, entangled her, and sucked on her until her scalp tingled.
Both assertive and gentle.
The more she retreated, the more determined Yu He'an became to advance, breach the barriers, and break through all obstacles.
"Not here," she pleaded, at least to go somewhere else.
Even if she and He Sheng are not husband and wife, what kind of image does it have to be exposed to eavesdropping?
"Where should it be? Yaoyao, where do you think would be suitable?" She was being kneaded like a lump of dough.
Her bangs were wet and obediently clung to her cheeks. Her pretty face was flushed, and her dark pupils slowly rolled around twice, as if she was seriously considering where the right place would be to steal a kiss from her brother.
He held her earlobe in his mouth, rubbing it slowly, while his other earlobe was held between his fingers, slowly becoming engorged with blood, as beautiful as coral and agate.
Tormented by lust, she rolled her eyes several times but couldn't utter a single word, only letting out a few strange whispers.
Have you thought it through?
Yu Tan shook her head.
Asking any further questions results in a refusal.
Enraged, he bit down on his neck, leaving a row of bright teeth marks. The mark was so high that it wasn't even covered by his collar.
She was annoyed: "Brother."
Three days later, she will have to return to her parents' home.
She had no relatives left in Bianjing, and Madam Song granted her permission to return to the Marquis's residence.
She took another bite, this time higher than before, closer to her earlobe, rubbing the flesh between her teeth as if she wanted to leave an even deeper mark.
"May the jade crane be safe."
"You got it right."
Her skin was finally freed, but before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she was plunged into an even deeper level of discomfort.
"No, I can't. It will hurt so much."
Strength and tenderness.
They are a perfect match and complement each other naturally.
"you can."
Despite all the nourishment, it still rejected outsiders.
Yu He'an's attitude toward this was remarkably consistent with his attitude toward her.
If she really can't accept it, back off a bit, be more relaxed, give her time to adjust, and then forcefully approach her again after she's adapted, until you break everything down.
It tastes completely different from what I've had before.
The vortex swept them away, dragging them into the abyss.
Reason told her that it was all over.
But the body is reveling.
Why endure everything when you can accept it all?
Let tomorrow die.
Her knees were gripped and pressed down, folded at an odd angle, so that they were facing each other. Yu He'an deliberately let her see clearly.
Retreat is useless, escape is useless, and even prayers are taken as entertainment by Yuhe'an.
They can never go back.
Thinking they could cover up the truth, their claims have long been shattered.
Night fell, and all was quiet except for the rattling of chains and the sound of someone biting their lower lip, trying to suppress uncontrollable sobs.
A bright red gauze curtain hung down, and a tall, strong man embraced a petite, soft woman. The curtain swayed violently, obscuring the view of the scene inside.
As the clapper sounded, the man finally regained some of his humanity, holding up the cup on the table and offering the woman a sip so she could catch her breath.
She frowned and pushed him away, saying, "It's so spicy! What is it? I want some water."
She pinched her chin with her hand, her bright red lips parted wider, revealing her fine white teeth and the tip of her tongue hiding behind them.
Another large mouthful was passed over, and the mischievous tongue swept it all away.
"On their wedding night, they must drink nuptial wine."
After begging for mercy for a while, she was given a sip of wine, and she decided not to hold back any longer.
"But it has to be with my husband."
Words can be dangerous; this one sentence left her completely exhausted, and even as she was about to fall into a deep sleep, she was still being tormented.
Her head was spinning, her whole body ached, and she felt as if she were tied to a warm, large rock.
When she opened her eyes, all she saw was the festive red, and she was covered with a quilt depicting mandarin ducks playing in the water. The sun was already shining into the courtyard.
Under the covers, she was being held tightly in a hug, her waist tucked in. Fortunately, she was already dressed in her nightgown, her hair tangled together, inseparable, forcefully invading her territory.
"Awake?" The voice was content and languid, showing no awareness of being an intruder.
As dawn broke, the human skin she had shed in the darkness was put back on, and propriety, morality, and a sense of shame once again enveloped her.
She turned her face away, hardened her heart, and lowered her voice, only to find that her throat was incredibly hoarse when she opened her mouth.
"You should go now."
When she said it, her tone was soft and gentle, as if she were urging her lover to hurry up and leave before her husband found out.
Yu He'an tugged, and the shackles pulled her closer to him.
She frowned, clearly disgusted. "Why is this still here?"
"Even handcuffed, you won't behave."
"?" Who should be the one to behave?
She used to think Yu He'an was just cold and stubborn, but now she sees him as nothing more than a rogue.
She quickly pushed the person outside, wanting to see what had happened and whether there was any way to salvage the situation.
Fortunately, in broad daylight, Yu He'an finally regained a sense of self-awareness, slowly getting up and dressing, his movements more than three times slower than usual.
"Where is He Lang? Did you do anything to him?"
Yu He'an lowered her eyelashes and half-closed her eyes. Her good mood had completely vanished. With a tug on the chain, she was pulled into an embrace, her hand unfortunately resting on her aching waist.
"Speak properly."
Where is He Sheng?
Author's Note: Thank you to 40763048, Giraffe Rice Cat, Foodie Baby Bao AQ, and Nanyu Salted Pomelo Nutrient Solution. [Lop-eared Rabbit Head]
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