Extra 5 (Unofficial)


After the wedding night, a group of people came to the newlyweds’ room. The whole process of ‘noisemaking in the bridal chamber’ was rather hasty. Most of them just came to check out the new house with a sense of propriety and left shortly. Once they saw the guests off, Sang Zhi immediately collapsed onto the sofa, feeling as though her body no longer belonged to her. She was so exhausted that she didn’t want to move at all.

Duan Jiaxu walked over and sat beside her, asking, “Do you want something to eat?”

Neither of them had eaten properly all day. Hearing his words, Sang Zhi sat up and looked at him. “I don’t feel like eating. Are you hungry?”

“No.”

As the lively atmosphere faded, the room became quiet and warm.

Duan Jiaxu had been forced to drink a lot tonight and now there was a slight drunkenness in his eyes as he gazed at Sang Zhi while leaning back in the chair. He was still wearing his suit with neatly fastened buttons, though his tie was a bit crooked.

His long lashes, dark like raven feathers, and the softness in his eyes made him look incredibly gentle.

Sang Zhi had also had some alcohol tonight, but not much, as Duan Jiaxu had shielded her from most of it. Worried that he might feel uncomfortable, she thought for a moment and stood up to go to the kitchen. “I’ll make you some honey water. After you drink it, we can go to bed.”

She had barely taken two steps when Duan Jiaxu pulled her back.

His kisses landed softly on the back of her neck, while his hand, not content to stay still, began to move from her waist upwards, lightly grazing her skin. Sang Zhi instinctively turned her head, only to be held still by him.

The kiss became more forceful and it wasn’t until he left a mark on her skin that Duan Jiaxu pulled away. From his angle, he could clearly see Sang Zhi’s appearance. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened.

She was dressed in a bright red qipao, her pale skin contrasting vividly against the crimson. Her slightly misty eyes were round and bright, and with their corners turned down, they gave her an innocent yet pitiful look.

The qipao had been custom-made, accentuating her curves and emphasizing her figure. The skirt wasn’t long, revealing her slender, smooth legs. Duan Jiaxu’s voice grew husky, “Let’s just go straight to bed.”

As soon as he said that, Sang Zhi found herself lifted into his arms. She blinked, looping her arms around his neck. Then she suddenly remembered something. “I still need to remove my makeup.”

“Do it in the shower.”

“Oh.” Sang Zhi thought for a moment and continued, “Then I have to take this dress off first. I’ll have it dry-cleaned tomorrow.”

Duan Jiaxu chuckled. “I’ll help you take it off.”

He carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the desk. With a teasing flick of his finger, he began to undo her buttons. Finding it too warm, he loosened his own tie and then leaned in to gently bite her lower lip.

Duan Jiaxu was standing while she sat but Sang Zhi was still a head shorter than him. She tilted her head up, feeling his tongue brush against her lips and teeth, all of it hot and infused with a faint taste of alcohol, laced with a hint of intoxication.

Before she realized it, Duan Jiaxu had already slipped her qipao off and set it aside. He took his time wiping away her lipstick with his lips, sucking on her mouth until it was swollen before releasing her. His gaze, filled with heat, lingered on her now bare body.

In order to look good in the qipao, Sang Zhi had worn a bra with thick padding. Now that the qipao was off, her true figure was revealed.

Duan Jiaxu chuckled softly and undid her bra using one hand. Rubbing her chest with his thumb, he teased, “Why are you deceiving me?”

Realizing what he meant, Sang Zhi’s face turned bright red from her neck to the tips of her ears. She felt both embarrassed and annoyed, knowing that this wasn’t the first time he had seen her like this, yet he still felt the need to make fun of her. She kicked him lightly, “If you think they’re small, don’t touch them.”

Ignoring her, Duan Jiaxu caught her ankle, his hand sliding upwards as he lowered his head to nibble on the soft flesh of her chest. With his other hand resting on her lower back, he began to explore further, kneading gently but firmly.

His tongue teased her skin, tasting the sweetness of it with each slow, deliberate stroke. His breath came out in soft pants against her skin before he swallowed it back down. Sang Zhi wanted to say something, but whatever words she had in mind were swallowed by his actions.

Her body trembled involuntarily as she grabbed onto his hair, struggling to suppress the sounds threatening to escape her throat.

She could feel his fingers moving upward, finally settling in the sensitive area between her thighs, teasing lightly. He paused, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, “Brother will devour you whole.”

Duan Jiaxu’s voice was low and raspy, laced with a sensual tone, as if they were doing something forbidden and secretive.

Sang Zhi didn’t fully grasp his words at first, but when she did, her face turned beet red. His lips were still on her chest, sending little electric shocks through her with every touch. Just as she was about to pull herself together, he suddenly pressed harder in her most sensitive spot, catching her completely off guard.

In that instant, Sang Zhi dug her fingers into his shoulders, her eyes misting over as a soft, pleading whimper escaped her lips.

He pulled her underwear aside, and Duan Jiaxu slid his fingertips in, slowly moving in and out. The sound of wetness, both suggestive and sensual, echoed in the room.
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The intense and fiery sensations seemed to concentrate at that one point, flooding her senses. Everything became filled with anticipation, yet unbearably difficult to endure. She longed for more, feeling anxious at his teasing movements, but the shame kept her from speaking.

It felt like she had lost all sense of gravity, floating aimlessly in the ocean and unable to find something to hold onto. Sang Zhi hooked her arms around his neck, whimpering softly.

Duan Jiaxu’s breathing grew heavier as he kissed her lips again, pulling her tongue out to gently lick it, teasingly slow. His hands moved faster, finding the right spot and caressing her soft flesh.

Sang Zhi’s body grew increasingly tense and her grip on him tightened. Pleasure gradually built up, reaching its peak in a fleeting moment, and then, like fireworks, it exploded, leaving her mind completely blank. Only the sound of their breathing remained.

Sang Zhi steadied her breath, still clinging to his neck. Her tongue felt a little numb from his kisses. Her eyes were red and the tip of her nose was flushed, making her look as if she had just been thoroughly ravished.

Duan Jiaxu kissed her lips again and softly called, “Wife.”

It was the first time Sang Zhi had heard him call her that, and she sniffled, lowering her head to look at him. The next moment, she saw Duan Jiaxu withdraw his fingers, bringing out the wet and sticky liquid. Then, in an extremely sensual gesture, he lightly licked his fingertips with his tongue.

“It seems like you’re wet.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps it was just his good mood, but tonight Duan Jiaxu was even more reckless than usual. He carried Sang Zhi to the bathroom, placed a towel on the sink, and set her down on top of it.

Sang Zhi was still in shock from his earlier actions and words, her expression stiff. Duan Jiaxu fiddled with the bottles next to him and asked, “Need help removing your makeup?”

In a daze, Sang Zhi muttered an “Oh.”

He washed his hands, grabbed a cotton pad, soaked it with makeup remover, and then carefully helped her remove her makeup. Sang Zhi noticed that Duan Jiaxu was still properly dressed except for his slightly loosened tie and her expression turned a bit odd.

Her voice was a little nasal as she asked, “Why haven’t you taken off your clothes?” She was the only one completely exposed.

Duan Jiaxu chuckled softly. “I’ll take them off in a bit.”

Sang Zhi mumbled, “You’re like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“Mhm.” Duan Jiaxu agreed smoothly. “I’m a beast.”

After a moment, Sang Zhi unexpectedly took the initiative and tugged at his tie. Her gaze slid down as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his collarbone, and then continued downward. Duan Jiaxu let her do as she pleased.

Sang Zhi exaggeratedly ran her hand over his chest in a chaotic manner.

Duan Jiaxu, while applying some facial cleanser on her face, teased, “Lower.”

Sang Zhi felt it was no fun anymore and couldn’t help but complain, “Can’t you be a bit more reserved? At least act like I’m forcing you and you have no choice.”

“Hm?” Duan Jiaxu laughed. “You like that kind of thing?”

Sang Zhi thought for a moment. “I was imagining you crying in bed.”

Duan Jiaxu said, “Mhm, in a bit.”

“Huh?”

“In a bit,” Duan Jiaxu continued gently, “I’ll have my wife cry for me.”

Sang Zhi was so infuriated by him that she ground her teeth. She tightened his tie, choking him slightly, and sternly declared, “I’m going to sleep after I finish my shower. I’m tired and exhausted, so don’t even think about it.”

Duan Jiaxu raised an eyebrow. “Alright.”

His quick agreement made Sang Zhi a little suspicious, but she didn’t say anything more.

Duan Jiaxu lifted her down and said, “Rinse your face with water.”

Sang Zhi nodded. Facing the mirror, she turned on the faucet and began washing her face. With her head lowered, she couldn’t see what was happening behind her and could only hear some small noises. She casually said, “I’m going to take a shower, so you should go out.”

When she finished washing the foam from her face and turned around, she found that Duan Jiaxu was still in the same spot.

Except now, he had taken off all his clothes. He stood there completely naked, revealing his tall, lean physique. Sang Zhi’s eyes widened.

In an instant, she understood his intention.

Before she could make a run for it, Duan Jiaxu pulled her into the shower.

The space became even more cramped as he occupied most of it, pinning her in the corner. Their bodies were almost pressed together, soft meeting hard, and they could feel each other’s close, steady breaths.

Duan Jiaxu turned on the shower, leaned down, and lightly bit her earlobe. “Shower.”

The sound of rushing water drowned out other noises.

It seemed the effects of the alcohol were only kicking in now. He was like a different person as his hands roamed every inch of her body.

“Do you like it when Brother touches you here?

Does it tickle?

Cry louder.”

Duan Jiaxu’s lips moved downward, leaving a trail of lingering marks along her collarbone, before taking the soft flesh of her chest into his mouth. He was incredibly patient, seeming to really enjoy lingering at that spot for a long time, as if he wanted to chew it up and swallow it whole.

The intensity was far heavier than any time before.

Sang Zhi leaned against the cool wall, her body contrasting sharply with his warmth. She clung to him, her entire body turning soft and weak, without any extra strength. His warm touch continued to slide down to her stomach, and then to her lower abdomen. When he reached a certain spot, Duan Jiaxu suddenly paused, raising his head to look at her. His eyes, filled with lust and temptation, seemed to bewitch her.

“Can Brother kiss here?”

For some reason, Sang Zhi completely forgot to refuse. By the time she realized what was happening, he had already begun.

She felt ashamed, overwhelmed by sensations she couldn’t handle. She wanted to pull away but found herself uncontrollably leaning closer. She tried to regain her composure, but he kept pulling her deeper, sinking her further into the moment.

A long time later……

Looking at the transparent liquid on Duan Jiaxu’s lips and under the dual stimulation, Sang Zhi finally burst into tears. She was too embarrassed to address his actions and sobbed as she cursed, “Are you a pervert?”

How can he kiss that place?

Duan Jiaxu brushed against her lower lip, maintaining a serious expression as he asked, “What’s wrong?” Sang Zhi pressed her face against his chest, remaining silent.

At the same time, she felt his chest tremble, as if he were laughing. Then, Duan Jiaxu carried her out of the shower and returned to the spot by the sink.

He picked up a condom from the side, tore it open with his teeth, and put it on. Watching her look so pitiful, he coaxed softly, “Just once, okay?”

Sang Zhi’s tears continued to fall. “Or how many times do you want?”

“I thought you wouldn’t even let me do it once.” Duan Jiaxu chuckled, kissing away her tears. “Don’t cry, I won’t bully you.”

Even though her tearful appearance made him want to tease her more and make her cry harder, when he saw her real tears, he couldn’t bear it.

Sang Zhi buried her face in the crook of his neck, feeling him slowly push in, filling her completely. He was hot, thick, and seemed to pulse inside her.

She bit down on his neck as if venting or retaliating. Duan Jiaxu groaned, a low, sensual sound escaping his throat.

After pausing for a few seconds, waiting for her to adjust, Duan Jiaxu began to move. From slow to fast, shallow to deep, the force gradually increased, as if he wanted to embed himself in her.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

Just as they were about to reach the peak, Duan Jiaxu suddenly stopped. A mischievous look flashed across his face. He suppressed his own desires and his voice was hoarse as he said, “Call me Brother.”

Sang Zhi looked at him in confusion, her eyebrows furrowed with discomfort. Duan Jiaxu thrust again, repeating, “Call me Brother.”

After thinking for a few seconds, Sang Zhi finally understood. She whimpered, “Are you a pervert?

You said…… wuuwuuwuu…… You said you wouldn’t bully me……”

“How is calling me Brother bullying you?” Duan Jiaxu pressed her deeper into his arms, pushing in further. “Didn’t you used to call me that?”

Sang Zhi stayed quiet.

Duan Jiaxu bit her chin, hinting, “Then what should you call me?”

She still remained silent.

After a long while, Sang Zhi seemed to give in. Her voice was shattered by his movements, soft and barely audible. “H-husband……”

“Mhm.” He kissed her lips, his peach-blossom eyes curving into a smile. “Wife, I love you.”

It felt like they wouldn’t be able to sleep all night, and they didn’t really feel like sleeping.

This day had been carefully chosen.

It had been raining for several days but the weather finally cleared up, making it Duan Jiaxu’s favorite day of the year. How wonderful.

Now, the whole world knew— she was his.

———pr


On New Year’s Eve, as usual, Sang Zhi and Duan Jiaxu returned to the Sang family’s house in the afternoon to help with the New Year’s dinner preparations. Not long after, Sang Yan and Wen Yifan also arrived.

When Sang Zhi saw Sang Yan, she immediately rushed out of her room. Initially, she was polite, but after exchanging a few words, she couldn’t help but reveal her true nature, criticizing him from head to toe.

In the end, she couldn’t help but voice what she had always thought, “How did you even manage to get a wife? Sister Yifan is practically doing charity work!”

“……” Too lazy to argue with her, Sang Yan only replied, “Does the words ‘sister-in-law^[1]older brother’s wife’ not exist in your dictionary?”

Sang Zhi retorted, “Weren’t you always calling Brother Jiaxu ‘bro’? He’s older than you, so shouldn’t you be calling me ‘sister-in-law’ instead?”

Sang Yan stared at her calmly. “Are you trying to rebel?”

Wen Yifan, who had been listening to their bickering, wanted to ease the tension. “Zhizhi, how about this?”

Sang Zhi’s expression instantly softened. “Huh?”

Wen Yifan said gently, “You can just call him ‘brother-in-law^[2]older sister’s husband’.”

Sang Yan: “……”

———pr


After dinner, the family gathered in the living room to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Sang Zhi really liked Wen Yifan, feeling that the other party spoke gently yet could occasionally throw sharp comments at Sang Yan, making Sang Zhi feel like she had found a teammate.

But Sang Zhi was used to going to bed early and waking up early, so by 11:00 PM, she already felt drowsy. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep on the sofa.

And then, she had a dream.

In the dream, after finishing her college entrance exam and it came time to choose her university, she hesitated for a long time but ultimately decided to give up on Yihe University and chose Nanwu University instead.

She followed the trajectory of her life.

Everything aligned with reality, matching the events that had happened before— except she never saw Duan Jiaxu again.

Startled by the dream, Sang Zhi woke up.

The room was dim, with only a small nightlight glowing on the wall. She felt anxious, so she reached out to find her phone, only to realize she was being held by someone as if she were a baby.

The familiar, comforting scent surrounded her.

Sang Zhi froze for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. She turned over and nestled into his arms, trying to go back to sleep. However, she found it hard to do so.

Instead of forcing herself to sleep, she raised her head and reached out to touch his face. “Duan Jiaxu.”

No response.

Sang Zhi tapped him again.

This time, Duan Jiaxu stirred slightly. His eyes were still closed but his head tilted down, his chin brushing against her forehead. Still not fully awake, his voice was deep and husky, “Hmm?”

Wanting him to keep her company, she spoke casually, “Today I saw that the nickname Sister Yifan gave my brother is ‘Star Actor Sang’. Do you know why?”

He paused for a moment before lazily replying, “Maybe, like me, he relies on his looks to make a living?”

“……”

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep again, Sang Zhi decided to be honest. “I had a dream.”

A few seconds passed before Duan Jiaxu’s voice, now a bit more alert, asked, “What did you dream about?”

Sang Zhi hesitated for a moment as she didn’t really want to talk about it. She bit her lip and then made something up. “I dreamed about my brother—”

Before she could finish, Duan Jiaxu calmly commented, “That’s quite a nightmare.”

“……” Sang Zhi was speechless and continued, “—bringing you back, to when we first met.”

“Mhm.”

Sang Zhi thought for a moment, then added, “And then you fell in love with me at first sight.”

“……” Duan Jiaxu’s eyelids twitched. “How is that a nightmare?”

“Well, I was only in middle school back then.” Sang Zhi said righteously, thoughtfully reminding him, “Doesn’t that make you a pervert?”

Duan Jiaxu lazily responded, “Maybe I entered your dream.”

“……”

“I didn’t say anything inappropriate, right?” Hearing her mention the matter, Duan Jiaxu was now fully awake. He chuckled and said, “I probably just told you to focus on your studies and not fall in love too early.”

Sang Zhi glared at him.

“After all,” Duan Jiaxu continued, “you’ll have a boyfriend in a few years.”

“……”

Hearing that, the frustration that had built up inside her dissipated. She smiled, her mood brightening. “I didn’t even make it to midnight. Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Duan Jiaxu also smiled and softly said, “I’ll wake you up next time.”

“Oh.” Sang Zhi agreed reluctantly. “Happy New Year.”

“Mhm, Happy New Year to you too, Zhizhi.”

As sleepiness took over, Sang Zhi couldn’t help but murmur, her voice fuzzy, “If I hadn’t gone to Yihe University, would we have never met again……?”

Hearing no response, she assumed he had fallen back asleep, and her guard lowered.

She quickly drifted off as well.

It was only after a while that Duan Jiaxu lifted his hand, gently touching her eyelashes. His voice was low and hoarse as he whispered, “Don’t say that.”

That would be a nightmare.

My nightmare.