"I'm a bit tired today, don't make noise!"
"..." She was making noise?
If he found her noisy, why did he come over?
Releasing her lips, Shang Sheng began to unbutton his shirt.
He stood by the bed as he undid them, and soon, Qin Yige saw his pectoral muscles.
Then came his abs, and finally, the shirt was tossed to the foot of the bed.
Qin Yige's eyes widened sharply. This time, she didn't forget to count: one, two, three... a total of six well-defined abdominal muscles.
Shang Sheng actually had six-pack abs, her favorite number!
She always felt that eight abs were too many, and the two pectoral muscles were also very large, looking a bit scary. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Six was just damn, damn perfect, truly the abs of her dreams!
"Shang Sheng," Qin Yige finally found her voice after a long while.
"Mmm?" Shang Sheng's hand was on his belt buckle, ready to undo it at any moment.
Qin Yige swallowed and tentatively asked, "Can I touch them?"
"What?" A glint flashed in the man's deep eyes before quickly disappearing.
"It's just..." Qin Yige licked her lips, trying her best to appear natural and calm.
However, she couldn't help but reach out and poke the abs in front of her before Shang Sheng could agree, "These!"
She retracted her finger, then rubbed her thumb and index finger together.
Oh, heavens, it felt so good!
It's just, when would her lustful habit change?
Just six-pack abs had her so mesmerized she didn't know north from south, how pathetic!
"Qin Yige."
"Ah?"
"We got our marriage certificate yesterday morning."
Qin Yige: "I remember."
"So, from now on, everything of mine is yours, including me. Touch wherever you want."
"..."
Someone tell her, what kind of suggestive words were these?
Shang Sheng glanced at her. "Still want to touch? If not, I'm going to shower."
Qin Yige immediately created distance between them, desperately suppressing her pounding heart. "You, you go shower first!"
She'd think about touching again later.
"Mmm."
Shang Sheng went into the bathroom, leaving Qin Yige alone in the ward to ponder.
She looked down at her own figure. Not bad, but that part seemed a bit small...
When Shang Sheng emerged from the bathroom, Qin Yige was already in bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt.
He glanced at the air conditioning temperature: 26 degrees Celsius.
Did she want to give herself heatstroke?
Shang Sheng strode over and pulled the quilt off her.
Qin Yige jumped, turning to look at him warily. "What are you doing?"
"Sleeping!"
"There's a companion's lounge next door." They didn't need to squeeze into one bed.
"I know." He not only knew, but he had slept there.
But now, he wanted to sleep in this bed.
Qin Yige watched with wide eyes as he squeezed into bed with her, and she was even forced to move over, making more space for him.
He wasn't wearing pajamas because he hadn't brought any.
He was only wrapped in a disposable towel around his lower body. As he got closer, the refreshing scent of mint wafted towards her.
Qin Yige was certain in her heart that he must have used the mint-scented body wash provided by the hospital.
Perhaps he was truly tired, for as soon as Shang Sheng lay down, he closed his eyes, looking like he was about to fall asleep.
"Does it look good?" In the darkness, the man's magnetic voice was slightly hoarse, exuding an unspeakable sexiness and allure.
Realizing he was asking her, Qin Yige's cheeks flushed as she retracted her gaze from his face. She turned over and hid at the edge of the bed, maintaining the greatest possible distance from him. Still playing hard to get, she mumbled, "Don't want to look!"
Want to... look?
Shang Sheng frowned slightly, then seemed to understand.
He relaxed his expression, stretched out a long arm, and pulled the girl back from the edge of the bed, drawing her into his embrace.
Falling into his solid arms, Qin Yige was so nervous she could barely breathe. She stammered, "What are you doing?"
She and Shang Sheng had never been this intimate. For over a decade, every meeting had been a clash of wills. But at some point, Shang Sheng had started hugging her out of nowhere, getting very close to her, just like now...
She was not used to it, and felt even more insecure.
She always felt like Shang Sheng was plotting against her, secretly digging a large pit for her without her knowledge, and one day he might bury her in it, without a trace.
Unaware of her inner thoughts, Shang Sheng looked down at her. "Didn't you say you wanted to hold me and look?"
Qin Yige: ???
When had she ever said she wanted to hold him and look?
Not only that, Shang Sheng even took one of her hands and placed it on his abs, saying generously, "I've already washed up. Touch whatever you want, so you don't have to go out looking for male models, Mrs. Shang."
The real sensation transmitted through her hand made Qin Yige swallow the words that were about to come out. His muscles were firm but had a springy, bouncy texture, making them pleasant to touch.
After touching for a few more moments and still not satisfied, Qin Yige stopped daring to touch.
In the middle of the night, with a man and a woman alone, she was afraid Shang Sheng would see how much she desired his body.
She retracted her hand, cleared her throat, and said with feigned seriousness, "You had to pull me to touch, it's just okay. The feel is average."
The air was silent for three seconds, then Shang Sheng suddenly flipped over, pinning her beneath him.
The bath towel around his waist had loosened considerably during his movement, hanging precariously.
With his strong arms propped on either side of her head, their eyes met. Qin Yige swallowed. "Shang Sheng, you, you... let's talk properly, don't get so close to me!"
In the dim light from outside, she saw the man's eyes were impossibly deep, like a bottomless vortex, threatening to suck her in at any moment.
Their breaths mingled, and the atmosphere around them became increasingly subtle, enveloped by a palpable intimacy.
"Wife." His voice was low and lingering, husky and seductive.
These two simple words almost sent Qin Yige to the heavens.
She parted her red lips and took a deep breath as if facing imminent doom, only then feeling alive again.
"Just say what you want to say!"
She was starting to suspect that this scoundrel was trying to seduce her!
Shang Sheng stared at her red lips for a few seconds, then finally lowered his head and kissed her—
However, he made a mistake.
Qin Yige, who was already on guard, quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth as soon as he made a move. Thus, his kiss landed on the back of her hand.
Having successfully evaded him, Qin Yige pushed his kiss away with the back of her hand, feeling immensely triumphant. "My first kiss isn't something just anyone can take!"
"First kiss?" The man wasn't angry. A deep, unfathomable smile played on his lips.
"You heard me right, it's my first kiss. Do you think everyone is like you, Shang Sheng, impure and unvirtuous, always flitting from one flower to another?"
Shang Sheng cupped the back of her head with one hand, his thin lips pressing down again. This time, however, he wasn't kissing her, but whispering into her ear, "To your disappointment, my first kiss... is also mine!"