“Rest a bit longer, I’ll give you a good massage tonight.”
The man deliberately drew out the end of his sentence, like rolling waves on the sea, softly wrapping around her, sounding both ambiguous and lingering.
Although he had already left for a while, his voice seemed to still echo in her ears, making her too shy to lift her head.
A good massage? How exactly would he massage her? What did he plan to do?
Cheng Fangqiu took two deep breaths to calm herself before stepping out of the restroom. Almost as soon as she appeared, Zhou Yinghuai walked over. He carried a faint scent of alcohol, not strong, just a light fragrance.
At such an event, as the groom, he couldn’t avoid drinking a few glasses. Fortunately, the guests were considerate and didn’t push him to drink more when they saw he wasn’t planning to. Plus, the groomsmen helped block some of the drinks, so he didn’t end up drinking much.
“Feeling rested?”
Hearing this, Cheng Fangqiu felt a bit uneasy. She gave him a coquettish glare and was about to say something when she noticed Xu Qiqi approaching out of the corner of her eye, so she kept her mouth shut.
The wedding banquet didn’t fully wrap up until sunset.
The house hadn’t been cleaned yet, and it was still decorated with streamers and red “double happiness” characters. The soft orange glow of the setting sun poured in through the windows, casting a warm ambiance over the red-filled room. Cheng Fangqiu stood at the entrance, staring at the beautiful scene for a long time before reluctantly bending down to change her shoes.
Just as she started to move, she was suddenly scooped up from behind. She instinctively gasped, and one of her half-removed high heels slipped off, dangling precariously from her foot.
The dark red shoe against her snow-white skin created a striking contrast, almost blinding.
In a whirl of motion, she was pressed onto a round table covered in streamers. His movements were rough as he gripped her chin, using his tongue to pry open her soft lips. As her lips parted slightly, his fiery tongue slipped in, fiercely claiming the air in her mouth.
Cheng Fangqiu hadn’t even had time to close her eyes, and she could clearly see the unrestrained desire in his gaze, overwhelming her like a tidal wave. The intensity of his passion soon left both of them breathless and disheveled.
His large, scorching hand slid over her smooth, long legs, reaching deeper to pull down her underwear.
She lay on her back on the table, the hairpin in her hair swaying up and down with his movements, emitting a seductive clinking sound. Her cheeks had flushed red at some point, and her delicate, enchanting features took on a more alluring charm.
Her lipstick had mostly been smudged away, spreading at the corners of her mouth, creating a decadent beauty.
Her slender, pale legs were draped over his broad, sturdy shoulders. Cheng Fangqiu bit her lip, but as he leaned in, two soft moans inevitably escaped her throat.
The hairpin swayed more violently, and she cried out even more.
The two dazzling wedding outfits, meant to complement each other, now intertwined and collided in a different way…
Zhou Yinghuai stared at the scene before him, his usually cold and noble face gradually tinged with a hint of desire. No one knew how badly he had wanted to pin her down and have his way with her the moment he first saw her in that dress.
The wicked thoughts in his mind grew stronger. He grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers and pressing them above her head, while his other hand gripped her waist, making the skirt flare out like a blooming flower.
The afterglow of the sunset, along with the intangible summer dust in the air, melted into the two entangled figures.
“Zhou… Zhou Yinghuai.”
Cheng Fangqiu was turned around, her upper body pressed against the table as she stammered out his name. Her tone carried a faint plea, making her look utterly pitiful.
Hearing this, Zhou Yinghuai slowed down slightly. His large hand moved from her slender waist to the front, just enough to grasp one of her breasts. He played with it freely, causing her breathing to grow heavier.
The wedding dress clung to her skin, damp with sweat. His hand was almost glued to her flesh, and soon her sensitivity heightened under his touch. Yet, he deliberately teased her, lingering in the same spot.
An inexplicable emptiness spread through her body, making her frown in discomfort. She squirmed, trying to escape the unpleasant sensation.
But soon, he caught up to her, pressing even closer this time. Yet, he did nothing, staying completely still, clearly trying to coax her into speaking up.
“Wife, don’t call my name.”
“Then what should I call you?” Her ears burned as she nervously asked the hunter who had been plotting this for a long time.
After waiting for so long, the prey had finally delivered itself to him. Zhou Yinghuai was in an excellent mood as he undid two of the buttons on her chest. His calloused fingertips pressed in, following the trail of damp sweat, slowly caressing her.
He remained silent, clearly making her guess.
Under normal circumstances, she would have already pushed him away in anger and embarrassment. But now, at her most vulnerable moment, she couldn’t withstand this kind of indirect torment and temptation. Biting her lip, she ventured a guess.
“Husband? Baby? Darling?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Cheng Fangqiu could no longer make a sound. Her words were broken by his movements, and soon the hairpin in her hair was removed by his own hand. Her long, black hair cascaded down, tangling around his arm. The ends of her hair brushed against the closest point between them, sending a tingling sensation through her scalp. Before long, she collapsed weakly into his arms.
By now, it was completely dark outside. Zhou Yinghuai, familiar with the routine, carried her toward the bathroom.
He meticulously cleaned her, using warm water to wash her two or three times, ensuring she no longer felt sticky, before finally returning to the bedroom.
He gently laid her on the wedding bed, but as soon as he gave her a moment to catch her breath, she rolled toward the corner of the bed—or rather, “hid” would be a more accurate description.
As if he were some kind of ferocious beast.
Zhou Yinghuai knelt on one knee beside the bed, raising an eyebrow. With a long arm, he grabbed her ankle and effortlessly pulled her back.
Cheng Fangqiu lay on the wedding bed, the bright red quilt beneath her making her skin glow. She bit her lower lip, using her slender, delicate fingers to try and pry his hand away while softly kissing his chin, pleading in a gentle voice, “No more, please.”
Her eyes were wet and misty, as if she were about to cry at any moment.
“Alright, we won’t do it now,” Zhou Yinghuai said, leaning in to kiss her lips lightly.
Hearing his words, Cheng Fangqiu first felt relieved, but then her heart immediately tightened again.
Not now—but what about later?
She felt the soreness in her waist, which had just started to ease, return…
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, a pair of large hands covered her. Startled, she tried to move away, but he pulled her back into place with force.
“Why are you hiding? Didn’t I say I’d give you a good massage tonight?”
“Huh?” Was he really being literal earlier?
Cheng Fangqiu hesitated for a moment but eventually lay still, letting him massage and relax her. It had to be said that Zhou Yinghuai had a natural talent for this. In no time, he had mastered the technique, going from being clumsy to handling it with ease.
The room was dark, and she comfortably closed her eyes, even directing him where to press as the massage went on.
“Yes, right there.”
“Be gentler, not so hard, okay?”
In her drowsy state, she was almost asleep, her mind growing foggy. So when Zhou Yinghuai asked if she wanted him to keep massaging for a while longer, she shook her head and whispered, “That’s enough.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a warm, soft sensation touched the small of her back, tickling her. She couldn’t help but squirm, and in her ear, she faintly heard a low chuckle. Then, her vulnerable area was invaded, his teeth gently biting her soft flesh, instantly dispelling her drowsiness.
“You… you…”
A blush spread across her cheeks as she reached out to push his head away. His short hair prickled against her hand, but it was nothing compared to his relentless advance.
Zhou Yinghuai leisurely reminded her, “Didn’t you say you’d let me handle it?”
Hearing this, Cheng Fangqiu felt as if she had shot herself in the foot. She closed her eyes in frustration, recalling that she had only said those words in the moment to quickly placate the drunk and angry man, hoping he would just go to sleep. She hadn’t actually intended to follow through on the promise.
Moreover, he hadn’t brought it up at all in the past few days, so she had assumed he had forgotten about it after drinking too much. Little did she know, he had been waiting for this moment all along!
Cheng Fangqiu wanted to play dead and try to weasel her way out of the situation, but Zhou Yinghuai had been holding back just for today. There was no way he would let her off the hook.
“Qiuqiu, you have to keep your word,” he said.
She instinctively bit her red lip but, remembering his request, quickly released it. Frustrated, she lightly punched his chest. “I know I should keep my word, but you can’t ask for something so unreasonable, can you?”
As she spoke, her gaze involuntarily drifted downward again.
There was no way it could all fit.
“How do you know if you don’t try?”
The man’s voice had grown hoarse and low at some point. He shifted their positions, leaning against the headboard with his long legs spread apart, holding her between them.
Half of his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, his expression inscrutable. His slender fingers lazily brushed over her smooth, fair cheek before gently landing on her slightly swollen lips. As soon as his fingertip touched them, she bit down on it.
Zhou Yinghuai smirked. “Like this, just a little bit is fine.”
His teasing words, laden with innuendo, made Cheng Fangqiu immediately spit out his finger. Her face flushed crimson, the redness spreading to her collarbone and neck, making her look as radiant as a spring peach.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the veins bulging on his neck from his restraint, and her heart skipped a beat.
Remembering how he always went all out to please her and take care of her, Cheng Fangqiu hesitated for a moment before finally softening.