Chapter 16: Newlywed Life (Part Two) - Still Wanting More When You're in Discomfort?

He Yanci walked over, his burning gaze fixed on Wen Ruan without any attempt to avoid it. His eyes were tinged with the astonishment at the sight before him. "Tonight is our wedding night. If I don't come in, where else should I go?"

"......" Wen Ruan was at a loss for words.

He Yanci had also taken a shower and was wearing a red bathrobe, the same color as hers.

The sash of the bathrobe was loosely tied, revealing a large expanse of his firm chest. His freshly washed hair wasn't completely dry yet, but it still looked stylish.

Wen Ruan swallowed quietly. Damn it! Didn't this man know that he looked extremely alluring like this?

If He Yanci wasn't the type who was usually reserved, she would seriously suspect that he was doing it on purpose.

Wen Ruan shifted her attention and looked down at her nightgown. Compared to He Yanci's bathrobe, the fabric of her nightgown was much less, even though his bathrobe sash wasn't properly tied.

Could it be that He Yanci thought she had deliberately brought this kind of nightgown to seduce him?

Wen Ruan awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth and explained, "I didn't prepare this. I don't usually dress like this!"

There was no attempt to hide the desire in He Yanci's cold eyes. "I know it's not you. You've only been here once, put your things in the next room and left. You haven't been in the master bedroom." He only knew that recently, a lot of women's clothes had been added to his wardrobe. His family had taken care of the specific styles, and he hadn't paid attention to them. He didn't expect the nightgown styles to be so bold, and it looked so wonderful on her.

"......" Wen Ruan.

"I didn't prepare it either, but it's quite—" He Yanci deliberately paused, his deep eyes roaming over Wen Ruan. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "Suitable."

What did he mean by "suitable"? With just such a small amount of fabric, was it suitable for her?

She was usually very conservative, okay?!

Wen Ruan's cheeks turned red all the way to the back of her ears, and she didn't dare to look at He Yanci at all. She could feel He Yanci's gaze on her, which was just like that of a hunter looking at its prey.

What's more, she had nowhere to hide. Wen Ruan felt so embarrassed standing there that she could almost dig out a three-bedroom and one-living-room apartment with her toes. The fabric of her nightgown was really too little. The thin string of beads on her back not only couldn't cover much but also made her look more alluring.

There wasn't much fabric in the front either. The slender shoulder straps seemed like they could break with just a gentle tug. Wen Ruan felt as if she was completely exposed, and she didn't even know how to cover herself.

It was almost the same as not wearing anything. The key was that this was the most conservative nightgown among all of them.

Wen Ruan was extremely embarrassed.

He Yanci narrowed his deep eyes slightly, and his tall figure got closer and closer. Wen Ruan crossed her hands in front of her chest, looking at He Yanci warily and defensively. Her soft lips trembled a few times, but no sound came out.

He Yanci looked at Wen Ruan, who was backed up against the wall. Her starry eyes were quivering with caution, which was quite amusing. He bent down, placed his hands on the wall on either side of her soft body, and enclosed her in his arms. His deep eyes were filled with affection as he whispered, "Mrs. He is so alluring tonight."

"......"

Alluring? It wasn't that she wanted to dress like this.

If she had known it would be like this, she would have definitely brought her own clothes here earlier.

Mrs. He? They weren't a real couple. He made it sound like there was really something between them.

He Yanci mercilessly interrupted Wen Ruan's thoughts, which he thought were ridiculous. "Mrs. He, I'm not planning to play that game of having a nominal marriage with a wife I can only look at but not touch. I'm a mature man and won't let myself suffer a loss."

"......"

Wen Ruan's eyes moved. She vaguely remembered that He Yanci had said something about not suffering a loss on the rooftop of the hospital inpatient department.

You damned man! So that's what he was referring to!

"Are you serious?" Wen Ruan confirmed with He Yanci. In an adult relationship, it should be based on mutual consent.

He Yanci laughed softly, his voice hoarse. "Otherwise? Don't I have the right to sleep with the woman on my marriage certificate?"

"......" Wen Ruan looked at He Yanci's arrogant appearance as if he had all the reasons on his side. She muttered defiantly, "It's not certain who will suffer a loss yet." After all, she had written several novels with scenes of CEOs and their little wives in bed. She did have some thoughts about He Yanci's body. Since he was offering himself, why not take the opportunity?

"Oh, let's wait and see." He Yanci laughed in response. With a pull of his long arm, Wen Ruan's delicate body crashed into He Yanci's arms. It was so sudden, and his chest was so hard that Wen Ruan felt a sharp pain from the impact.

Wen Ruan thought her voice was very low, but unexpectedly, He Yanci heard it. She gave a light cough to hide her embarrassment and touched her nose, which hurt from hitting He Yanci's firm chest.

He Yanci's big hand wrapped around Wen Ruan's curvy buttocks and picked her up, striding towards the large bed outside. He whispered flirtatiously in her ear, "Mrs. He, don't hold back later. Don't let me suffer a loss."

"........" Wen Ruan was held in He Yanci's arms. The faint smell of agarwood on He Yanci seeped into her nostrils bit by bit, and unconsciously, it seeped into the bottom of her heart, making her feel a tingling sensation.

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Somehow, Wen Ruan really seemed to have fallen into this man's trap and ended up in bed with him.

The flimsy nightgown on her body was left behind, and only the string of beads on her back made a clear bouncing sound on the floor.

The ribbon tied in her hair came loose, and her hair slowly spread out.

In the heat of passion, a string of beads was put on her wrist. Wen Ruan turned her head and took a look. It was the string of agarwood beads that He Yanci usually wore on his wrist, and it still had a faint smell of agarwood.

"?" What was he doing putting it on her wrist? Wen Ruan didn't understand.

"This string of beads has been with me for more than ten years. I'm giving it to you to play with." He Yanci found her lips and pecked at them, answering in a hoarse voice.

"......" Why was he giving it to her? It was so big, and she couldn't even wear it properly.

He Yanci paused, lifted his head from her neck, and looked at her with his deeply intoxicated eyes for a moment before speaking. "It's time to get down to business. It's not suitable to play with that anymore." His voice was hoarse.

"......" Wen Ruan.

"Is there still a smell?" He Yanci looked up and asked her, his eyes as deep as a pool burning with passion.

"?"

He Yanci laughed softly and gave a loud "bo" on her lips.

It was a bit... erotic.

Wen Ruan was extremely embarrassed.

"Is there?" He Yanci asked again.

It took Wen Ruan a while to realize that He Yanci was asking if there was still the smell of red wine on his breath.

No.

He smelled of agarwood and mint, which was very pleasant.

"No. It smells good." Wen Ruan was aroused and couldn't stand this kind of teasing without any substance, so she took the initiative to get closer.

He Yanci was really annoying. He deliberately didn't let her have her way.

Wen Ruan was annoyed. A layer of water mist gradually appeared in her clear eyes, and fine sweat broke out on her small and delicate nose. Under the dim light, it glistened. She looked at him with a complaining expression.

He Yanci lowered his head and pecked at Wen Ruan's lips, laughing softly. "Ruanruan, do you know what I thought of when you asked me 'Are you serious' just now?"

"W-What?" There was a mist of wetness in Wen Ruan's eyes, and her eyelashes were also wet. Her weak voice trembled slightly.

He Yanci laughed softly. His clear breath was deliberately or inadvertently sprinkled on her white neck. His thin lips brushed gently over her neck like a feather and stopped just above her soft earlobe. He slowly said in a hoarse voice, "You looked just like a playboy in love."

"....." Wen Ruan felt completely weak, and her eyes were filled with a mist. "So, Mr. He usually uses the tricks of a playboy on little girls?"

He Yanci was deeply aroused by Wen Ruan's vulnerable appearance. His breathing became heavier. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, whispering in her ear, "I only like your soft and sweet taste."

"......" Wen Ruan.

The affection between them grew. He Yanci held Wen Ruan's face in his big hands and gave her a hard "bo" on her lips. It seemed that he wasn't satisfied yet, so he "bo"ed two more times. Then he let out a sigh, stared at her with his dark eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Wen Ruan, which 'ruan' is your name?"

"......" What a strange question. Wen Ruan was speechless.

"Hmm?" He Yanci bit her lips dissatisfiedly, his voice filled with a lazy nasal tone, waiting for her answer.

Seeing He Yanci's determined look, Wen Ruan knew that if she didn't answer, he wouldn't let it go and wouldn't let her have her fill either. So she answered seriously, "The 'ruan' with the radical of 'ear and it's the 'ruan' in 'one yuan or two yuan."

He Yanci laughed softly. His deep eyes were filled with a strong sense of intoxication as he rejected her answer. "Wrong." He kissed her and whispered in her ear in a hoarse voice, "The 'ruan' that means soft, the softness of being delicate and tender, the softness of a gentle and fragrant jade—"

"........" Wen Ruan.

After a long time, Wen Ruan heard He Yanci's hoarse voice in her ear, "Are you okay?"

"emm～" Wen Ruan was in a daze and didn't feel too uncomfortable.

"Let's do it one more time." He Yanci reached out his hand again and took the safety item from the bedside.

An hour later——

"Just one last time."

......

The next day, she didn't know what time it was.

Wen Ruan slowly opened her eyes. He Yanci's sharply contoured facial features came into her view up close. He was still asleep, his deep eyes tightly closed at the moment, and his long, rhythmic breaths sounded in her ears.

Wen Ruan was well aware that she had married He Yanci.

And they had also slept together.

Wen Ruan blushed with shame and tugged at the quilt, wrapping herself up a bit more.

As soon as she made the move to pull the quilt, for some reason, He Yanci, who was still sleeping, not only pulled apart the quilt that she had tightly wrapped around herself but also pulled her entire body into his arms. They were pressed closely together. He Yanci's body was extremely firm, and it hurt her chest.

Wen Ruan was speechless. If she wasn't so weak all over at the moment, she really wanted to kick this man right out of the bed.

Wen Ruan stared at the man in front of her who was still asleep with a look of resentment, innocence, and helplessness.

After a while, He Yanci opened his eyes halfway and looked at the person in his arms. His deep voice was thick with sleep as he asked, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"......"

She was not only uncomfortable but also very sleepy. How was she supposed to answer that? Wen Ruan didn't want to pay attention to He Yanci. Out of sight, out of mind. She turned around, trying to face away from him, but as soon as she made that move, He Yanci stopped her.

"You knew you'd feel uncomfortable, but you were still so eager last night?" He Yanci lowered his head and pecked at Wen Ruan's lips.

What did he mean by saying she was eager?

It was clearly him who had deliberately lured her! He had tricked her step by step into taking the initiative.

Just thinking about it made her angry. His body was so hard that it almost killed her.

He Yanci looked at the angry, annoyed, and weak Wen Ruan in his arms and smiled contentedly. He held the soft figure in his arms even tighter, rubbed his nose against the top of her head, and let out a sigh of satisfaction, feeling comfortable both physically and mentally. "Sleep a little longer. I'll make you breakfast later."

"What would you like to eat?" he asked.

"Will you make anything I want to eat?" Her limbs were limp and powerless, and she clung to He Yanci's chest like a lazy and noble little kitten.

"Sure." He Yanci was in a good mood and replied readily.

"What if I like things that you can't cook? What then?" Wen Ruan lay weakly on He Yanci's chest. She felt that she was acting just like a spoiled woman who was doted on by a man. What was that word? Taking advantage of someone's favor and becoming arrogant.

"I'll do my best." He Yanci said.

"Forget it. If you cook something that tastes bad, I'll still have to eat it." Tang Suiyi was like that. She loved to cook on a whim, and every time she hurt the stomachs of them. Only someone like the eldest, who wasn't picky about food, could eat her cooking.

He Yanci really didn't understand this logic. Why would she have to eat it if it tasted bad?

Surely his cooking wasn't that inedible?

He Yanci found it amusing. He lowered his head again, wanting to talk to the person in his arms, but Wen Ruan had already fallen asleep. Her curled and long eyelashes were tightly closed, her nose was red, and her soft little mouth made her look very peaceful and cute.

After a while, a very faint sound of breathing came from in front of He Yanci's chest. It was Wen Ruan's.

He hadn't really gone overboard last night. He had been very restrained. Was she really that tired as if she had suffered some great abuse?

The little girl was too delicate.

He Yanci helplessly patted Wen Ruan's graceful body below the waist. His deep eyes stared unblinkingly at the eyelashes of Wen Ruan in his arms.

He Yanci had never observed a woman this closely before, and he had never thought of deliberately observing anyone. Only Wen Ruan was the one he had carefully observed.

Why were her eyelashes so curled and thick? Could they be fake? If he tugged at them, would they come off?

And her little face had such smooth and tender skin. If he pinched it, would it have that bouncy feeling?

Could she be like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch?