Chapter 107 : Absurd

The bathroom floor was covered in water, wet and in disarray.

The tip of his tongue lightly brushed against her petals, causing shivers to run through Liang Qingqing. Her entire body stiffened as she was forced to endure the pressure from both in front and below. All her vital points were tightly gripped, her heart raced rapidly, and her blood surged through her limbs.

It wasn’t until she had exhausted her strength and lost consciousness in a daze that she finally got a moment to catch her breath.

Fan Yanxing picked her up, who was breathing heavily, and easily carried her out of the bathtub, supporting her by her hips. Water droplets clung to Liang Qingqing’s body, sliding down her snow-white curves before eventually falling to the ground. She lazily leaned against him, allowing him to towel her dry and wrap her in a thick coat, leaving only her long legs exposed.

After he finished drying himself and quickly put on a pair of shorts, she naturally extended her hand, signaling him to carry her. He glanced down with a smile, lifted her horizontally, and swiftly walked out of the bathroom.

As the night breeze blew, Liang Qingqing shivered slightly from the cold air. Her black hair brushed against his arm, causing a slight itch. He chuckled helplessly, bending his tall, slender body so she could press her somewhat cold face against his neck.

Soon, they entered the bridal chamber, where they were greeted by large expanses of red, like flames burning in the night, evoking a sense of joy and excitement. He placed her on the bed and looked down at her from above.

The large red quilt, embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, made her skin appear even fairer. Her beauty surpassed flowers, and just one glance was enough to make one lose control. Fan Yanxing’s breathing quickened, his eyes tinged with a blush, and his gaze grew deeper and darker.

He leaned down, lifted her delicate chin with his finger, and before she could react, he sealed her soft, beautiful lips with his own.

Both had just bathed and carried the same scent. The more they entangled, the stronger the subtle fragrance became, enhancing their excitement.

He kissed her deeply, and she, dazed and struggling to endure, could only weakly cling to his waist, her breath uneven. She pitifully complained, “Stop rubbing against me, it hurts.”

Fan Yanxing patiently comforted her, gently whispering in her ear, “I won’t rub. It will hurt even more later.”

“…”

She furrowed her brows, her nails digging into his back, leaving scratches on his skin. He seemed unaffected by the pain, his expression unchanged.

“Hurry up!” To her, enduring prolonged pain was worse than a brief, sharp pain. It was better to resolve the issue quickly rather than dragging it out.

Hearing Liang Qingqing’s tearful urging, Fan Yanxing actually became nervous. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he used heated kisses to divert her attention.

In an instant, her entire body turned pink. Her face buried in his chest, she was overwhelmed with shyness and weakness, gasping for air as if she were a fish about to drown.

Her fingertips unconsciously brushed over his Adam’s apple, carrying an ambiguous, urging undertone. Fan Yanxing suppressed a chuckle and complied with her wishes.

Liang Qingqing sobbed, her long neck flushed with a vivid pink. Her delicate, soft body bloomed on the bed, her legs almost straightened, and her hands instinctively clutched the quilt.

Fan Yanxing looked down and saw a pale, slender wrist swaying before him. The contrast of red and white made him want to hold and play with her hand. Thinking this, he did just that, reaching out to grasp it in his hand, their fingers interlaced.

“I love you, Qingqing.”

The sweet nothings during their emotional moments acted like a catalyst, making her gradually savor the wonderful taste of it. It wasn’t until things began to slip out of her control that she deeply regretted it.

But regret came too late.

“Please stop, okay? Let’s just go to sleep?”

Her beautiful, tearful eyes looked red and swollen, like a bunny’s, as if she had endured great injustice. Even her delicate, red lips were marked with bite marks. When she spoke, her tone was soft and tender, mixed with a hint of charm. Her beautiful, seductive eyes were fixed on him, making him feel weak all over.

“Be good and hold on a little longer.”

Hold on a little longer? Do you even hear what you’re saying? It’s almost dawn, almost dawn!!!

The candlelight flickered, casting overlapping shadows of two figures on the wall, creating an ambiguous and enchanting scene.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the two sleeping figures, adding a unique warmth. Due to their indulgence the night before, they both woke up particularly late today.

Fan Yanxing slowly opened his eyes, staring at the unfamiliar yet familiar ceiling. Before he could fully regain his senses, the ache in his arm made his brows furrow. Just as he was about to get up and stretch, he realized there was still a smooth, naked figure tangled in his arms. The heat below remained intense, and he could feel the stickiness with the slightest movement.

His previously drowsy mind instantly became alert. He subtly curled his lips, embraced her waist, and his fingertips slowly moved up, gently caressing that impossibly soft spot.

“Stop it.”

The person still in a dream murmured, her red lips pouting, and she lifted her hand to pat his face, leaving a crisp slap.

Fan Yanxing was taken aback, and after a moment of stunned silence, he chuckled and playfully pinched her soft flesh, murmuring, “You ungrateful little thing, I made sure you were comfortable yesterday, and now you’re turning your back on me?”

But it was clear that the “culprit” would not respond to his accusations. Fortunately, Fan Yanxing wasn’t looking for an answer. After lying in bed for a while, he got up, put on a sweater, refreshed himself, and went straight to the kitchen.

He had deliberately left a few dishes from the wedding banquet to prevent the situation where they couldn’t get up on their first morning of marriage.

While Liang Qingqing was still asleep, he reheated the dishes and kept them warm in the pot. He then swept the yard again before returning to the room to wake her up.

“Your butt is being exposed to the sun.” His large hand gently patted her buttocks repeatedly, with great patience.

Liang Qingqing, annoyed, turned over to avoid his pats, frowned, and reluctantly opened her eyes. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, “What are you doing?”

“It’s time to eat, get up quickly.” Fan Yanxing took out the clothes he had warmed from under the quilt and tilted his chin toward her. She lazily stretched out her hand towards him as if she had no bones, and said in a soft, coquettish voice, “I don’t want to move. Can you help me get dressed?”

As she spoke, her eyes closed again.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Fan Yanxing’s eyes, but he couldn’t refuse his adorable wife. So, he obediently reached out to help her get dressed, though he teased her, “Last night, you wouldn’t let me see a thing, and today you’re so willing?”

“Today, I still don’t want to, but I’m lazy,” Liang Qingqing said confidently, shutting down his teasing. He could only smile indulgently and give her a playful pinch on the cheek.

While sitting, the discomfort wasn’t so noticeable, but standing up to put on her pants nearly sent her through the roof with the pain between her legs. After she finally managed to recover, she immediately gave Fan Yanxing a few light slaps, snorted in annoyance, and complained, “I told you to be gentle and slow, but you wouldn’t listen. Now look, I can hardly walk.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Fan Yanxing quickly acknowledged his mistake. Seeing her pout as if she was about to cry, his brows furrowed with concern. “Shall I massage it for you?” he offered, his hand already moving toward her leg.

Liang Qingqing recoiled in embarrassment, stammering, “No, no need. It’s actually okay. I’m just hungry. Let’s go eat.”

With that, she quickly slipped on her slippers and rushed out the door.

In the kitchen, Fan Yanxing had prepared hot water, towels, and toiletries. After Liang Qingqing had washed up, they sat down at the dining table. It had been a while since they had dined alone together, so they were a bit unaccustomed, but the opportunity to be alone together openly still made them happy and content.

“Mom and Dad are heading back to Beijing the morning after tomorrow. We should go see them off,” Fan Yanxing mentioned casually. Liang Qingqing nodded in agreement, “My mother has prepared a lot of local specialties. We’ll take them to the country town tomorrow.”

When Fan Yanxing’s family first visited, they brought many gifts. Ma Xiuzhi didn’t like to be in debt to others, so she had been busy these days not only preparing for the wedding banquet but also gathering various local specialties.

Also, she had been busy taking care of the twins, the children of Fan Yajun. She was very fond of them, not only feeding them and taking care of them personally but even spending a night with them, as if she wanted to take them home with her.

Seeing her like this, Liang Qingqing couldn’t help but tease her, which led to an unspoken hint about having children. This scared her so much that she decided to be cautious with her words from then on. Having children? She wasn’t planning on it right now, but she wasn’t actively avoiding it either. She preferred to let things happen naturally if it happened, she’d have the baby, if not she’d wait.

She had asked Fan Yanxing about this, and he shared the same view as her. He even mentioned the forward-thinking idea of “if you don’t want to have children, then don’t,” which shocked Liang Qingqing but also reassured her.

Her husband was a very good man.

After dinner, taking advantage of their wedding leave and being newlyweds, the couple stayed in their room, reading. Liang Qingqing was reading biographies of people she particularly liked. Whenever she came across an interesting passage, she would ask Fan Yanxing to explain the anecdotes and background stories.

He patiently accommodated her preferences, seamlessly blending into the mood without making it awkward. As the moments passed, the space between them diminished until their lips touched.

For a newlywedded man and woman, it was like dry tinder meeting a flame one spark and everything ignited.

Fan Yanxing, in this regard, was far from a gentleman. His approach was aggressive, leaving her breathless and struggling to keep up. As their lips and tongues intertwined, she tried to pull away in her embarrassment, but his rough fingertips pressed and caressed her neck, applying a gentle but irresistible pressure that made escape impossible. She willingly succumbed to the overwhelming passion.

“Close your eyes.”

His lips brushed against her eyelashes, and the husky, seductive tone of his voice was irresistibly tempting, causing her to involuntarily close her eyes. Their noses touched, their breathing became erratic, and their faces were flushed with unrestrained shyness.

Her clothes had slipped slightly, hanging loosely on her arm, while her disheveled hair cascaded over her fragrant shoulders, revealing the long neck below, marked with red blemishes, old and new marks mingling together.