Rishi burst into laughter at Kay’s unexpected words.
“What are you talking about, Kay?”
“When you’ve angered your wife, I received advice to prostrate myself.”
“Who on earth gave you such advice… No, no, Kay, I’m not angry.”
“You must be. I yelled, after all.”
“Oh…”
Kay had already forgotten the part where he raised his voice. It was just a slight increase in volume during an argument; it wasn’t enough for Rishi to feel terror. He had never dreamed that Kay would hold onto such an incident.
“So, from now on, I’ll prostrate myself.”
“No, Kay.”
Rishi quickly grabbed Kay’s arm, which was about to bow down.
“Don’t do it.”
“I have to.”
“It’s okay. I’m not angry, and I’m not upset because you raised your voice.”
“You must be upset.”
“I’m not.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Wolves are perceptive, Rishi.”
“Then maybe you’re not a wolf.”
Kay narrowed his eyes as if reading Rishi’s thoughts.
“It seems like you’re angry.”
“No, I’m not, really.”
“Hmm. Still, wouldn’t it be better for you to prostrate yourself at least once?”
“No, it’s really okay.”
“You might regret not prostrating yourself later when I ask you to.”
“I already regret it and can’t sleep.”
Kay chuckled.
His white and even teeth revealed a smile that, as always, was exquisite.
The situation was strange.
The days when Rishi couldn’t sleep due to melancholy caused by Kay seemed to blur like a dream. There was no time when they argued, or he felt hurt because of it; as if nothing had happened, he could treat him as usual.
“I’m sorry for that day, Rishi. I didn’t know how to apologize, so it was hard for me to even look at your face. I’m a pathetic guy.”
“Then I’m a pathetic woman too. I didn’t even think about finding you because I was too busy worrying about how to apologize to you.”
“It’s good then. Both of us are pathetic fools.”
Rishi burst into laughter.
“They say couples resemble each other.”
“Oh. I don’t think I can become as beautiful as you.”
Kay wrapped his arms around Rishi’s waist and pulled him closer, kissing him. It was a soft and sweet kiss.
While their lips were still pressed together, he whispered.
“The taste of wine is good.”
“It must be an expensive wine.”
“I want to taste it more.”
Rishi closed his eyes, and Kay invaded his space again.
A kiss stronger and more intense than before.
Almost unconsciously, Rishi wrapped his arms around his neck.
He forgot that he was holding a bottle of wine. The rich wine that was in the bottle flowed down his neck and even reached Rishi’s face.
“Oh, sorry.”
“If you’re sorry, then you should drink this.”
His whisper penetrated Rishi’s ear hotly and mysteriously. Just his husky voice sent a shiver down Rishi’s entire body. Tension built up in his shoulders and abdomen.
He observed her with eyes deeper than usual, seemingly curious about how Rishi would react. It was awkward to have him staring so intently, but Rishi didn’t want to push him away, blushing and pretending to be shy.
Rishi wanted to stay true to her feelings, and now, more than ever, she desired him.
Rishi grabbed his forearm and stood on her tiptoes. He lowered his head, aligning their heights.
Her parted lips touched his neck. The liquid flowing down her neck from his made Rishi’s lips moist. The crimson liquid was a mixture of grape scent and his scent.
His breath settled on Rishi’s shoulder. Was it because of his ragged breathing, or was it just lightly panting against her neck?
Finding his reaction cute, she actively made various attempts.
During the touches, Rishi didn’t realize that Kay remained as still as a statue, not responding.
Suddenly, Kay grabbed her wrist. It was only then that Rishi realized how eagerly she had touched his body.
Her face flushed.
What have I done?
“No, Rishi, this won’t do.”
He pressed Rishi’s shoulders and laid her on the bench. His azure eyes gleamed mysteriously.
“Today…”
Whispering in a soft voice, he bent over Rishi, his waist leaning down, but he suddenly raised his head, as if remembering something.
“No, spending the first night worth celebrating here wouldn’t be right.”
Before Rishi could say anything, he picked her up.
He walked toward their main bedroom as if he were a hasty person. The maids in the corridor blushed and bowed their heads when they saw them.
Rishi couldn’t bear the embarrassment of showing such a scene to the maids, but she couldn’t ask him to stop either. That’s how much energy exuded from Kay.
Rishi didn’t mind that she became so heated because of his touch.
Entering the bedroom, he laid Rishi on the bed. His fervent eyes and faster-than-usual breathing weren’t intimidating.
He acted arrogantly, but his touch on Rishi was cautious. Everywhere his fingers touched, heat blossomed. It was hot but sweet, occupying Rishi’s mind.
The music created by his lips and hands was beautiful. Body temperature mingled with body temperature, and scent blended with scent. Breaths intertwined, creating a sweet harmony. That night, Rishi became one with Kay entirely.
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After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
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After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
