The posture was difficult to maintain. Feng Ning occasionally swayed slightly as she was carried along, her knees trembling and unable to hold steady.
Her strength seemed completely drained. A few strands of hair clung to the corner of her lips, and she bit down hard to suppress any sound. Her head tilted back intermittently, only to drop down suddenly. She tried her best to restrain herself, unwilling to make any noise.
Jiang Wen quickly noticed and paused his actions gradually.
Feng Ning’s mind was dizzy with a blank emptiness. She turned her head slowly, lagging behind her own thoughts.
Jiang Wen was slightly out of breath, his breathing suppressed and somewhat erratic. His fingers brushed against her chin, stroking it repeatedly. Unlike his usual gentle demeanor, there was a touch of firmness in his movements. He nudged apart her lips, which she had been biting tightly.
“Uncomfortable?”
When Jiang Wen murmured like that, he was incredibly sensual—a mature, masculine kind of sensuality.
Hearing his low, uneven breaths made Feng Ning’s ears burn. She let out a vague hum in response.
Holding onto her hand, he gripped it a little tighter before relaxing his hold. “I’ll be gentler.”
She never knew that this kind of thing could be so tormenting. Her entire body was drenched in sweat, the dampness soaking through her long T-shirt.
Feng Ning, her consciousness blurry, stretched out her hand with difficulty to reach the switch on the wall, turning off the single wall lamp.
The room plunged into darkness. Gradually adjusting to the dim light, she could vaguely make out his silhouette.
She felt a retreating movement behind her.
Feng Ning turned around and leaned against the wall.
“Why did you turn off the light?”
Gathering a bit of strength, she tiptoed slightly, wrapping her arms around Jiang Wen’s neck, nearly drained of energy.
She opened her mouth and bit down hard on his bare shoulder.
Jiang Wen stayed still, letting her bite him while playing with her hair. Once she was done, he cupped her chin, almost pinning her completely as he kissed her deeply for a long time.
Feng Ning’s legs went weak under the kiss, and she found herself unable to stand.
Suddenly, his arm slipped under her knees, lifting her effortlessly. Her body felt weightless as he carried her to the bed.
“You’re pretty skilled at this. Got any more tricks up your sleeve? Impressive.”
In the darkness, Feng Ning became even bolder. In a blink, she forgot how miserable she’d been moments ago. “Jiang Wen, how long have you been wanting me like this?”
Hovering above her, Jiang Wen asked, “Do you want the truth?”
Feng Ning replied, “What else?”
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered a few words.
For a moment, Feng Ning froze, slightly shocked. “You played it off pretty convincingly back then. I always thought you were a clean-cut, innocent guy.”
Jiang Wen chuckled faintly. “Don’t think of me as too serious.”
“Then be more specific—what exactly did you do to me?”
His lips, still damp, brushed against her eyelashes. “It was you who did something to me.”
Feng Ning rephrased her question. “Fine, then what did I do to you?”
“You told me you liked me.” His arm propped beside her ear, his voice inexplicably tender and lingering. “You even said I’m your little prince.”
“And then?”
“You kissed me.”
Such innocent words…
Feng Ning found it a little amusing. “Oh, just a kiss? That’s not much of a wild dream.”
Jiang Wen added, “I kissed you too.”
“Nothing spicier?” Feng Ning lay on her back. “Didn’t you want to touch me?”
Jiang Wen’s breathing immediately grew unsteady.
In the darkness, her long T-shirt was pushed up, leaving nothing in the way.
“Feng Ning.”
He called her name.
Feng Ning squirmed slightly from the ticklish sensation and hummed in response.
“I’ve lost all patience.”
“So,” Jiang Wen’s voice dropped, his head buried in the crook of her neck, “there’s no need for you to say any more filthy words to spice things up.”
—
By the time they were done, it was almost dawn. The room, slightly disheveled, was filled with the sound of steady breathing.
Feng Ning quietly got out of bed and slipped on a long-sleeved shirt.
In the faint morning light, she crouched by the bedside, gazing at the face of Jiang Wen, who was so close.
After watching for a while, she gently lifted the corner of the blanket and lay down beside him.
Jiang Wen’s body was warm, radiating a heat that felt safe and comforting.
Sensing the bed dip slightly, he unconsciously reached out, pulling her into his arms, holding her so tightly there wasn’t even a sliver of space between them.
Her hands folded under her cheek, she rested quietly. Using the dim light from outside, she began counting his eyelashes.
She wasn’t sure when they’d fallen asleep, but when she woke up again, it was already the afternoon.
The sound of light typing on a keyboard occasionally echoed in the room. The curtains blocked most of the sunlight. Jiang Wen sat on the sofa, legs propped on the coffee table, a laptop balanced on his knees.
Hearing her stir, Jiang Wen shifted his gaze from the screen, turning his head to look at her as she slowly sat up in bed.
Feng Ning’s back and waist ached. She moved slightly, every part of her body hurting. Rubbing her eyes in exhaustion, she asked, “What time is it?”
Jiang Wen closed his laptop and set it aside. “Three in the afternoon.”
Her head still a little foggy, Feng Ning responded with a sluggish “Oh.”
“Still sleepy?” Jiang Wen leaned forward, propping his hands on the edge of the bed, staring at her intently.
Feng Ning replied weakly, “Why are you dressed like that?”
“I had lunch with my family at noon.”
When he left earlier, she had been sleeping so soundly that he hadn’t woken her.
The room was warm, and she was only wearing a thin T-shirt.
Jiang Wen’s jacket was off, leaving him in just a shirt. His skin was pale, and with a few buttons undone at the collar, faint, ambiguous red marks extended from his neck downward, more pronounced than those on her own body.
Jiang Wen’s expression was lazy, but his eyes lacked their usual calm.
Feng Ning glanced at him briefly before looking away.
Why did he seem so… seductive?
No matter how uninhibited she could be, this moment still felt awkward. She cleared her throat. “Pay attention to your image. Don’t look so disheveled.”
Her phone vibrated with an incoming call—it was Jiang Wen’s.
Letting it ring for a while, Jiang Wen leaned slightly forward, as if intending to kiss her. Feng Ning instinctively leaned back. “Wait, answer your call first.”
Picking up the phone, Jiang Wen glanced at her as she pulled off the covers and got out of bed. Her feet had barely touched the ground when she let out a small cry.
Jiang Wen frowned, lowering his gaze and freeing a hand to steady her.
Her slippers were nowhere to be found, so Feng Ning stood barefoot on the floor, searching around. Before she could go far, Jiang Wen grabbed her arm.
“Back to bed,” he said, frowning.
Feng Ning hesitated, feeling a little sheepish. “I need to brush my teeth.”
On the other end of the call, Jiang Yurou’s voice hesitated. “Brother, did I just hear… a woman?”
Jiang Wen replied with a calm “Mm.”
“Is it Sister-in-law?”
He nodded again, still watching Feng Ning. “Go lie down. I’ll help you find your slippers.”
Jiang Yurou gasped. “It really is Sister-in-law?! Yesterday, Mom told me about it, but I couldn’t believe it. So last night, you went to find her?!”
As per the family tradition, the Jiang household usually had a vegetarian meal on the morning of New Year’s Day. This morning, as the family gathered, one seat remained noticeably empty.
Grandfather Jiang had summoned a servant to ask where Jiang Wen was, only to learn that he hadn’t stayed home for the New Year’s vigil. Furious, he demanded, “Where’s his sense of propriety? Where did he go?”
Back on the call, Jiang Yurou was still rambling, “When will you bring her to meet us? Are you planning to tell Mom and Dad about her?”
Her chatter barely registered. Jiang Wen absentmindedly responded before hanging up.
Feng Ning emerged from the bathroom after brushing her teeth. Seeing her wincing, Jiang Wen asked quietly, “Feeling unwell?”
Supporting her waist with one hand, Feng Ning replied, “A little.”
Jiang Wen’s voice softened. “Where does it hurt?”
“How am I supposed to explain that to you?” Feng Ning teased, her tone light. “Don’t you have any idea?”
Jiang Wen’s expression grew complicated, his gaze lingering on her, hesitant yet filled with unspoken thoughts.
Pulling open the wardrobe, Feng Ning selected a pair of loose pants. She turned to look at him, confused. “What is it?”
His eyes darkened slightly as he said slowly, “I’ll learn.”
“Learn what?” she asked, puzzled.
Jiang Wen’s voice was deliberate. “How to please you.”
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