Having successfully received her aunt's hint, she was coaxed and dragged by Zhang Youye to his private villa.
The two stood in front of the villa. They had not yet officially entered the house, and Shu Yi was unusually shy.
Looking up at the five-story building ahead, Shu Yi saw many figures carrying blankets and bustling about inside. She gently tugged at Zhang Youye's clothes.
Her ears were slightly red, and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
"Can I stay in a guest room?"
He took in her rare coyness and shyness, his clear eyes suddenly assaulted by familiar desire, and pulled her into his arms. Zhang Youye whispered in her ear, his voice burning hot.
"We've already registered our marriage, what are you still being coy about?"
"We haven't even had a formal wedding yet, so I feel like this isn't quite right," Shu Yi muttered softly.
He wouldn't listen to such absurd talk anyway; how could he not sleep with or hug his own wife?
Without a word, Zhang Youye swept Shu Yi up in his arms and gave her a warning look, telling her not to elbow him.
With his arm around his wife's slender waist, he walked straight toward the open doorway.
Inside, everything had already been tidied up. As they stepped out of the elevator, they noticed the young master carrying his wife across the threshold. The maid leading the way quickly approached the two of them.
"Young Master, Young Madam, the bedroom is ready. You and Young Madam should get some rest."
Afraid of making a fool of herself in front of the girl, Shu Yi punched Zhang Youye hard, signaling him to put her down quickly.
He winced as he took the punch, enduring the pain spreading through his chest, and glanced at the girls beside him who were trying not to laugh.
Zhang Youye bounced his wife in his arms, his palms tightening again: "Alright, you can go now."
Squeak—
Even as the door was finally closed, Zhang Youye still refused to put his wife down from his arms.
He pursed his lips and gazed at her silently for a moment, unable to control the surging love within him; the overwhelming desire came so quickly.
Taking advantage of her being completely off guard, he quickly bent down and bit her lip.
"ah--"
I was very satisfied with her moans of pain, just like when we were having sex.
Looking at the faint bite mark on her lips, a wicked smile slowly crept onto his lips.
"You hit me so hard, yet you're so cruel to your husband, Shuyi, have I been too good to you?"
"Put me down right now, so many girls have seen this." Unaware of the approaching danger, Shu Yi stubbornly persisted, "If you keep this up, I'm really going to stay in the guest room."
This is a warning-like statement.
Zhang Youye ignored it completely.
He carried her into the elevator, carried her out of the elevator, and finally carried her into the bedroom.
Standing at the doorway, the moment Zhang Youye slammed the door shut, his wife, who had been struggling in his arms in defiance, became completely stunned upon seeing the meticulously arranged bedroom.
She seemed to have been suddenly acupunctured, and stayed obediently and quietly in his arms.
In Shuyi's view, there were silk quilts, brocade curtains, and a warm, fragrant atmosphere in the room.
The large, antique-style bedroom was entirely covered in red, with eye-catching red everywhere.
It's like a wedding room on a wedding night, except they're missing a bright red "double happiness" character pasted on the window.
It was rare to see Shu Yi staring blankly at him like that. He subconsciously smiled and let out a soft laugh. Zhang Youye gently put the girl in his arms down, took her hand, and walked to the red wedding bed that belonged to the two of them.
"Do you still like it?" he asked softly.
She slowly turned her head, her gaze meeting and colliding with his burning eyes in mid-air.
Bathed in the warm glow of the overhead lights, his rugged features appeared exceptionally soft. The shadows above him fell on either side of his high, straight nose, and the corners of his lips unconsciously curved upwards as he faced her, while a dark undercurrent surged in his deep eyes.
At this moment, his aura seemed to possess an addictive, bone-corroding poison.
It's so captivating and irresistible.
His eyes met hers, filled with an endless, surging passion, like a tsunami threatening to engulf her at a deserted corner.
It was more like a blatant declaration to her, "I really want to devour you alive."
As his rapid breathing drew ever closer, until just before his lips touched the corner of her mouth, Shu Yi turned her head uncomfortably.
The kiss he wanted was dodged, and Zhang Youye scratched the back of his head in disappointment: "What's wrong?"
"Zhang Youye, I really like your thoughtful arrangement. The room is beautiful."
After praising his dedication, it was time to get down to business. She paused for a moment, then straightened her face and added.
"Although it's not the right time to talk about this, just thinking about that scene makes me want to tell you that I'm angry."
As if facing a formidable enemy, upon suddenly hearing the word "angry," Zhang Youye, while trying to remain calm, asked her, "What are you angry about?", and walked to the door, locking it.
Click—
I heard the faint sound of the door being locked.
Speechless, Shu Yi rolled her eyes, picked up the cushion beside her, and casually tossed it at him.
"Why would I be angry?" Her tone was tinged with a bitterness that even she couldn't detect. "You met Qin Miyou at a bar late at night. If it weren't for your dad, your second uncle, and your aunt, I would have kicked you to death right then and there."
So after all that talk, you're still hung up on the bar incident.
Bending down to pick up the red cushion that had fallen to the ground, Zhang Youye patted off the dust that had settled on it.
Then she moved next to Shuyi and carefully pulled her to sit on the sofa, afraid of offending her.
"I already explained everything to you on the way back, so why are you still angry?"
"I don't know, I'm just angry." Shu Yi crossed her arms and leaned back on the sofa. "I also find it strange. You've explained it, but I'm still angry."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Youye mustered his courage and moved closer to her, catching a glimpse of impatience in her eyes.
Zhang Youye's anxious expression suddenly changed.
Even if you've never eaten pork, you've at least seen pigs run.
Moreover, the pervasive sour smell in the air was typical of a top-tier old fox who was extremely jealous, possessive, and love-struck.
Zhang Youye was all too familiar with this feeling.
Isn't this just blatant jealousy?
With this thought in mind, Zhang Youye chuckled. His wife was actually jealous of him.
Just as he was about to explain to her, he changed his mind and suppressed the restlessness and excitement in his heart, raising two fingers to assure her.
"Honey, there won't be a next time. I promise, from now on, I'll let you know wherever I go."
She glanced at the Crown Prince's solemn promise; if she didn't agree, it would seem like she was clueless about romance.
Helplessly pulling down the finger held up in front of her, Shu Yi stood up on the spot, looked around, and was once again shocked by Zhang Youye's unparalleled aesthetic sense. She clicked her tongue twice.
When did you have it prepared?
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