Chapter 13 Part3 (2/2)
His warm breath pervaded over her ear, her neck, silently crumbling her resistance, silently moving in deeper.
Closing her eyes, she attempted to gather her focus. ”In the future, if you so much as nip your hand with a nail clipper, you must still report it to me.”
”That likely won't happen.” He feathered kisses all the way down the curvature of her neck until he reached her collarbone. ”That's something that you're more likely to do.”
She nearly choked to death on that. ”I was just giving an example…”
”Mm,” Yi Wenze responded. ”Got it.” And then yanking over the taupe blanket, he covered both of them and began methodically carrying on with the work his hands had been doing.
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The television screen flickered with some sort of ridiculous drama serial that was about nothing other than romance and love and extramarital affairs and homewreckers. This kind of melodramatic, cliché family drama sure was a never-changing popular theme. Accompanied by the sounds of choked sobs, the show's lead was tearfully demanding, ”How come you couldn't withstand temptation? Do our five years of marriage not even compare to someone you met for just a few days?”
Well, that certainly… was quite fitting.
Striving to hang on to the remnants of her clarity of mind, Jia He grabbed his wrist. ”I never said I'm not mad. I just wanted to take care of the external threat first before dealing with our internal issues.
He closed her into the circle of his arms. ”Where's the external threat?”
She bit down on her lip, practically able to sense the urgency in him. A blush searing her cheeks and ears, she shut her eyes, murmuring, ”You're so nice to everyone; you're just purposely trying to attract the attention of all the pretty ladies. You treat me no different from other people.”
Chuckling, Yi Wenze asked in low tones, ”Do you think I would do this to other people?”
”Maybe.” Her words were still unrelenting, but she did limpen a few more notches.
Finally feeling somewhat helpless against her, he began trying to help her to relax. ”I do not, for any person, interrupt my work phone calls; I do not volunteer my home up for anyone to stay in; and I do not face the media for other people. And I especially don't ever bring along any other person to be with me at all times, all moments, not wanting at all to let her leave…” Their bodies were locked together tightly, skin upon skin. They could not discern who first became scorching as fire, for in the end they merely wholly, thoroughly melded together.
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She was afraid. She was nervous. Yet, still, she did not refuse him. Her arms gradually slid around his back. She could sense the dampness and soldering heat beneath her palm. By her ear were the distinct rises and falls of breathhing. There was some pain, but even more, there was a feeling of unbearable restlessness. This was very tender, yet it was also torture.
Each second was torment that dragged on endlessly.
He suddenly grew still, gazing unblinkingly at her. Jia He dazedly opened her eyes.
”Honey[1], take a trip back to New Zealand with me, how about that?” His voice was indescribably deep and low, bewitching and seductive. She felt as if someone had squeezed the very tip of her heart. Her breaths choked in her throat. Very slowly, she uttered an ”mm.” But right as she was about to say something, she abruptly gripped the skin beneath her hands, nearly digging into it…
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It was very deep in the night. She was almost completely tucked into the enclosure of his arms. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that he was sly and treacherous, and she gave a vicious pinch to his arm. He s.h.i.+fted ever so lightly, not trying to evade this. ”It looks like this wound is going to need a few extra days to heal.”
As if electrocuted, she swiftly pulled her hand back. ”Where did I hurt you?”
Yi Wenze did not answer and only gave a low chuckle, a gorgeous, intoxicating sound. The television was still on. She was not certain what type of program it was playing. There was not much for dialogue, but the background sound was very loud. Listening to it, Jia He was perplexed. However, she would rather be completely bathed in sweat and remain burrowed in his embrace than dare to poke her head out and look at his face. So, she could only curiously inquire, her voice m.u.f.fled, ”What's playing on TV? The noises are so weird.”
He cast a bland look at the television, tightening his hand's hold on her waist. Rolling over and once more pinning her beneath his body, he answered in a low voice, ”A late-night adult program.”
”What, what do you want to do?” A moan almost slipped from Jia He's lips, and her entire body began trembling uncontrollably. That slight bit of clarity of mind that she had recovered was once more completely shattered by him, and she was wholly swallowed away, sinking into oblivion.
At the very end of the very end, she finally forced herself to stick her head out and take a quick glimpse at the television. Instantly, she burst out with wrath. It was just a concert of Chinese orchestral music! Giving an ”mm,” Yi Wenze pulled her completely against himself such that even their arms and legs were pressed together. ”A program that adults will watch late at night.”
You're just too much…
Her eyelids felt terribly heavy, though, and hence she could only nestle herself in his arms and secretly condemn him with a couple of grumbled sentences in her mind before falling into a deep slumber.
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She had only slept for a short period, however, when her entire body felt chilled.
Struggling to wake from her dreams, Jia He heard the sound of the door being opened lightly. She asked groggily, ”What time is it?”
Behind her, a voice moved in close to her, very close. ”Six.”
So early… Jia He's head throbbed and felt stuffed. Her entire body was so sore she was about to die. What was more, he just had to ask by her ear, ”Does it still hurt?'
How… how can it not hurt? Her eyes tightly shut, Jia He answered him, ”Mm-hmm.”
”Do you want to take some medicine?” He seemed to step away from the bed. Then she heard the sound of water being poured and boiled. At last, Jia He clued in to what he had actually been asking. From head to toe, she roasted with embarra.s.sment.
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[1] The words Yi Wenze used are actually 老婆, which literally means ”wife.” As men don't usually straight out address their girlfriend or wife as ”Wife” in English, I did not want to use the literal translation here, especially in this intimate scene as it would break immersion. This term of endearment will be used very frequently from now on, and generally, I will usually just consistently translate it as ”honey.” Somehow, ”wifey” does not seem appropriate coming from the lips Yi Wenze, with a few exceptions. (However, just keep in mind that the status change has become verbal.)
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Additional Comments:
According to Yi Wenze, I must watch tons of late-night adult programs. LOL
So, um, surprised? Hahahahahaha! I deliberately didn't say anything. ?
Jia He, again, shows that she's not a pushover if it's important enough to her, and her happiness is important enough to her. ? Notice she is also starting to express her disapproval with Yi Wenze—because being open is important to her.
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