Chapter 58: Be With Me, Wife

Slender, cold-white fingers grasped her chin, lifting her delicate jaw. She met the man’s deep, unreadable eyes.

“Do I need to say more, Yaoyao?”

“Is this enough to prove what kind of relationship we have?”

“N-No need…”

The flustered little beauty’s long lashes trembled, and her rosy lips pressed together, glistening with a soft, dewy sheen.

Her porcelain-white face was completely flushed with embarrassment, the blush spreading from her cheeks down her slender neck, disappearing beneath the collar of her sleepwear.

Jiang Yaoyao’s lashes fluttered again.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that Pei Heng looked particularly dangerous right now—

Like a tiger with its jaws wide open, ready to devour her whole.

But thinking back to last night, her legs were still weak, and even the string in her mind was trembling slightly.

Her heart pounded wildly, like a little rabbit trapped in her chest, thumping against her ribs.

The heat on her face burned her, and her soft voice wavered, weak and powerless as she tried to resist him.

“But… but Pei Heng…”

“You look like that—”

Her voice grew softer and softer, almost vanishing into the air, barely audible unless one listened closely.

“I’m scared, Pei Heng.”

Her round, glossy eyes lifted slightly, framed by long lashes, their corners tilted up just a bit—like an expensive, rare little kitten, both alluring and delicate.

Despite her pure, innocent features, those slightly upturned eyes carried an undeniable charm.

She didn’t seem to realize just how deadly her words sounded when spoken in such an innocent tone.

She was practically seducing him.

Pei Heng’s jaw tightened, the sharp lines of his face tense. The veins on his pale, muscular arm stood out as his mind wavered between restraint and indulgence.

He forced himself to stay in control, to not scare her.

Yet, his low voice was hoarse, and though his words were meant to comfort, they sounded more like temptation.

“You won’t be, baby.”

“Last night, Yaoyao was so amazing—she took everything.”

“And Yaoyao was happy, wasn’t she?”

“If Yaoyao is still scared, I’ll go slower. Or we don’t have to do anything at all.”

His long fingers gently brushed through her soft, fluffy hair in a soothing gesture.

“I want to be with you, Yaoyao. Not just for this.”

“If you’re afraid, we won’t do anything. We’ll start with dating first, okay?”

His voice was deep and intoxicating, his breath lingering around her ears like a spell.

The little beauty lifted her small, delicate face, her watery eyes gazing up at him. Her heart pounded wildly, as if a little rabbit was racing inside her chest.

The handsome man lowered his gaze, his eyes brimming with an affection so deep it could drown her.

She blinked slowly, her mind slightly dazed.

The man who had been holding her trapped in his embrace now knelt on one knee before her. His long fingers cradled her face, as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

His lips brushed against hers.

A fleeting touch.

Pei Heng lowered his eyes, his restrained yet hoarse voice filled with temptation as he coaxed her,

“Be with me, wife.”

Jiang Yaoyao’s mind went completely blank.

She felt as if she had been bewitched by Pei Heng.

Otherwise, why didn’t she dodge when he leaned in again?

Why did she let him kiss her?

Her delicate back, fluttering like butterfly wings, was wrapped in his embrace.

His long fingers, separated only by a thin layer of fabric, radiated a burning heat.

He held her waist firmly in place.

His dark, fathomless eyes flickered with fire, a storm of emotions surging in their depths—so intense it sent shivers down her spine.

After a long moment, the man finally stopped and pulled back slightly, putting a small distance between them.

He lowered his gaze to her flushed, breathtaking face, his deep voice laced with temptation as he coaxed his little fairy,

“See? This way, it doesn’t feel so bad anymore, right?”

The little beauty, her head dizzy from the kisses, obediently nodded.

Her dewy eyes brimmed with moisture, the corners tinged with a flushed red, making her look both pitiful and utterly alluring.

The man’s gaze was dark and unreadable, but his voice remained gentle and refined, seemingly unaffected by desire—calm and composed.

“Let’s take things slow, step by step, okay?”

Before the little beauty could even respond, the man sealed her lips with another kiss.

Golden sunlight filtered through the window, casting soft shadows on the floor, with flecks of dust floating in the air. The atmosphere was peaceful and beautiful.

The man knelt before the little beauty, his back straight, leaning in slightly.

Again and again, he kissed the delicate girl in his arms—

Tender yet dominant.

Again and again, he pulled away, putting a little distance between them, whispering a few words from time to time—

Only to kiss her again, reluctant to let go.

After several rounds, Jiang Yaoyao was completely dazed from his kisses.

She heard her own soft, syrupy voice tremble as she answered,

“Okay… okay…”

For a brief moment, Pei Heng’s eyes brightened.

He half-embraced the girl in his arms, his gaze so tender it felt impenetrable, his voice laced with indulgence, as if coaxing a child.

“Good girl.”

—

Jiang Yaoyao had just finished showering not long ago, and the air was a little cool.

Being held in Pei Heng’s arms, kissed again and again, the contrast between the cold and warmth made her sneeze twice in a row.

Pei Heng stood up to get her some hot water.

The moment his tall figure rose, Jiang Yaoyao’s gaze inadvertently landed forward—instantly spotting the sight of his dress pants.

Her eyelids twitched.

In an instant, the daze from all the kissing cleared, and she sobered up.

Heat rushed to her cheeks.

The little beauty’s long lashes trembled, her eyes misty as she glanced toward the box of medicine on the table. In a delicate, coquettish tone, she directed the man,

“Mr. Pei—”

The man, still pouring water, let out a vague “hmm?” His chiseled side profile turned toward her, an amused glint in his eyes as he raised a brow.

“What did you just call me, Yaoyao?”

The little beauty’s fair cheeks puffed up slightly in protest.

She knew exactly what Pei Heng wanted to hear.

But they had only just confirmed their relationship, and it was broad daylight with no alcohol to help her loosen up.

Her skin was too thin to call him “husband” so easily.

Lifting her exquisite, doll-like face, she spoke in an irresistibly sweet, almost saccharine tone,

“Pei Heng, could you also bring me the medicine while you’re at it?”