The air seemed to grow heavy.

Ji Sang’s pretty face blushed with embarrassment. The strong and imposing aura emanating from the man overwhelmed her. His lips, which were already close to hers, suddenly pressed against them tightly.

He was tall, and when he enveloped Ji Sang in his embrace, she appeared especially petite. Her fair cheeks flushed red, and in her dark eyes, there seemed to be a pool of spring water, fixated on his suddenly magnified handsome face. “Mmm…”

The voices of Wen Zheng and Wen Lishi conversing happily in the outer room grew nearer. Their footsteps were getting closer.

Ji Sang’s heart trembled, and she tilted her head back. She mumbled incoherently, “My parents are here…”

Wen Jian let out a vague “mm” in his throat. After he nibbled on her lips and tongue, he finally released her mouth. However, the hand that held her shoulder exerted even more force than before, pressing her closer to his embrace.

Ji Sang’s shoulder was starting to hurt from his tight grip. She struggled slightly, but then she heard him whisper hoarsely, “Don’t move, wait until it softens…”

Instinctively, Ji Sang’s eyes glanced downward to the bulge in his trousers…

“Uh… you…”

Wen Jian’s rough fingers caressed her rosy lips, and his sharp gaze watched as her lips gradually curved into a smile. Due to the presence of Wen Zheng and Wen Lishi, who had already entered, no words were exchanged.

However, in that smile, Ji Sang clearly felt the sincere affection. The sharpness that usually shone in her brows and eyes was replaced by tenderness. Her typically calm countenance softened, and her smile was like the thawing of spring, rejuvenating everything.

At this moment, Ji Sang was completely captivated.

“Are you hungry?”

Ji Sang nodded absentmindedly, “Mmm.”

“Let’s go eat dinner. I’m hungry too.”

His tone was casual, but to Ji Sang’s ears, it sounded like he was not referring to hunger in the stomach but something else…

—

Because of the addition of pork to the meal, this dinner was the most enjoyable one Ji Sang had since arriving.

After dinner, Wen Zheng gave the money from selling the wild boar to Wen Jian. At this moment, Wen Jian informed Wen Zheng and Wen Lishi about his plans for building a house. After discussing it, they decided to gather more stones from the mountains before the Lunar New Year and start construction afterwards.

However, the spring exams were approaching, and Wen Zheng finally reminded, “Wen Jian, you don’t need to worry about gathering stones. Leave it to me. You should focus on studying and not let the spring exams be delayed.”

Wen Jian smiled lightly, “Dad, I know.”

—

After speaking with Wen Zheng, Wen Jian returned to his room.

Candles illuminated the desk where Ji Sang sat in his usual spot. With a pen in her fair and slender fingers, she was drawing something. When Wen Jian closed the door, she seemed to sense the movement and lifted her face.

“Did you finish talking with your father?”

Wen Jian responded with a “mm.” She was only wearing a white undergarment, indicating that she had just finished washing up. Her cascading black hair spread across her back as she lowered her head, which was resting slightly on the desk. The candlelight illuminated her delicate and pale face, making her expression even more focused.

“What are you drawing?”

“Wen Jian, come and take a look.” She held a pen and quickly drew a few strokes on the paper. “You said you wanted to build a house, right? Since it’s our own house, I have some ideas. Take a look and see if it’s feasible.”

Wen Jian walked over and glanced at what she had drawn, his black eyes showing a hint of interest. There was only one chair in front of the desk, and he reached out and lifted Ji Sang, who was deep in thought. Startled, Ji Sang let out a cry and in the next moment, she found herself falling into a warm embrace. His chin rested on top of her head, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her, and his voice was deep and magnetic. “Let me have a look.”

Only when Wen Jian held her in his arms did he realize that she wasn’t wearing anything on her feet. Her jade-like feet were small and white, with nail tips revealing a delicate pink color. They felt a bit cool, and when she nestled into his embrace, her legs bent and her feet landed on his thigh.

She continued chattering away, her dark eyes focused on the drawing paper, while she spoke and pondered about the changes that needed to be made.

“Instead of just one floor, why don’t we build two floors?”

“Look, the upper floor can be our bedroom, and the lower floor can have a hearth for cooking and a dining area. We can also have a resting area over here, for example, if our parents come to visit or if neighbors and friends drop by. What do you think?”

The drawing paper was indeed innovative, but at this moment, Wen Jian’s eyes were more captivated by her tiny feet.

His large hand held one of them, and his fingertips rubbed her tender skin back and forth. Suddenly, he lifted her foot and brought it close to his lips, planting a kiss on it. His warm breath brushed against it as he lightly grazed it with his teeth. Ji Sang’s words came to a halt, her spine tingling instantly, and a soft moan escaped her throat. Finally, her attention shifted from the drawing paper to him.

“Ah…”

She saw a strong desire engulf Wen Jian’s dark brows, and his intense gaze emanated a scorching heat, like a black panther staring directly at its prey in the jungle, as if he would devour her alive in the next second.

Unconsciously, she swallowed her saliva. “Wen Jian…”

“You’ve drawn it very well. Let’s build it as you said,” he spoke in a deep voice, his breath husky. He paused for a moment, then brought up another topic. “Sang Sang… These years of diligent studying have been too dull for me. I’ve learned to paint in my spare time, and seeing you draw today suddenly sparked my interest.”

As he spoke, his fingers went to undo Ji Sang’s belt.

Ji Sang blushed and covered herself. “Wen Jian, you said you wanted to paint…”

“Yes, there is a certain flower that would be exceptionally beautiful if painted.”

Ji Sang suddenly realized what he meant and widened her eyes, staring at Wen Jian in disbelief.

Ah!

This big pervert!

Was he referring to her private area?

“No… we can’t… we can’t,” Ji Sang felt embarrassed at the mere thought of him studying her with a brush in hand. “Wen Jian, we agreed on three rules… we just did it this morning, we can’t do it again tonight…”

“Be good… let me use it ahead of time for the next time.”

Ji Sang: “???”

“No!”

Wen Jian didn’t give her a chance to continue speaking. With nimble fingers, he pulled her underpants down, revealing her two shining white legs. She tightly squeezed her legs together, one hand supporting his chest while the other hand held a brush in mid-air. The brush was inked, and it would be troublesome to clean it if it got stained.

Wen Jian was amused by her actions. How could his little wife be so tempting?

Just moments ago, she told him that he could only have her for the rest of his life, and he immediately became painfully aroused. If her parents hadn’t arrived, he would have ripped off her pants and had his way with her…

“Mmm… Ah… Wen…” she tried to say.

But before she could say anything more, his lips covered hers. His tongue sucked, licked, and bit her passionately. His tongue forcefully pushed past her teeth, stirring inside her mouth, twining with her own tongue, and his large hand grabbed her perky breast, causing surprise to flash in his eyes. He parted his lips slightly and, with a husky voice, asked, “No bra?”

Ji Sang’s eyes reddened, wondering why she would need to wear a bra to sleep. Besides, her breasts were really big, and wearing a bra to sleep would be uncomfortable…

“I…”

“Sang Sang, deep down, don’t you also want me to touch you?”

“I don’t… don’t…”

“I know…” His tongue seemed to be on fire. When he kissed her again, it made her tremble uncontrollably. His grip was strong, and through the thin fabric, he shaped and squeezed her breasts into various forms. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric, quickly hardening and standing straight in his palm. He pinched the erect tip between his fingertips, kneaded and rolled it, intentionally lifting it higher. Ji Sang couldn’t help but moan, her voice sounding like a sob.

“Uh… uh… uh…”

What do you know? It’s not what he imagined.

After kneading for a while, Wen Jian gently spread her legs apart, and his fingers explored the center of her legs, already moist. A sexy low chuckle escaped his throat as he suddenly lifted her onto his desk.

Ji Sang’s buttocks touched the cold surface of the desk, and her whole body trembled. In her hazy eyes, a moment of clarity emerged as she lowered her gaze and saw Wen Jian separating her legs, holding a brush between his slender fingers.

“Wen Jian…”

His brush touched her intimate area, the soft bristles soaked in clear water, and when it touched her, it sent a refreshing coolness straight to her core. Ji Sang’s legs trembled, “Ah… Mmm…”

“My wife’s flower is so beautiful, with delicate and alluring colors. I can’t capture it with my brush. Especially this plump pearl…”

Wen Jian’s voice became hoarse with desire. The brush gently circled around her clitoris, and a surge of pleasure poured into Ji Sang’s head. Her body became so soft that she could barely sit upright. Helplessly, she placed her arms on the desk behind her, tilting her head back slightly, gasping like a fish out of water, and her legs instinctively clenched.

“Ah… It tickles… Don’t…”

Wen Jian held her legs steady as the brush patiently teased her pearl. The stimulation caused her to produce more moisture, and the brush soaked up her essence as it moved back and forth between her petals, the bristles becoming instantly saturated…

“Uh… uh… uh… Ah… Ahh… Don’t… Don’t use the brush, husband… I beg you…”

Ji Sang bit her lip, her face flushed, her gasps becoming more intense. She looked at Wen Jian with her dark eyes. Her lower body was bare, while he was neatly dressed with no wrinkles in his clothes.

This scene felt strangely embarrassing, yet it aroused her even more, causing her arousal to surge. Within moments, her lower abdomen trembled, and a wave of moisture gushed out…

Wen Jian discarded the pen in his hand and leaned closer, opening his mouth to engulf her swollen and trembling entrance. He sucked hard, creating a lewd sucking sound in her ear. As he licked, he undressed himself. Ji Sang, overwhelmed with arousal, couldn’t support herself with her weak arms. She lay almost flat on the desk, her slender legs hanging in the air. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she had the impulse to squeeze his head.

Moans and whimpers filled the air…

It was too exciting…

Unbearable…

Being on the brink of climax, Wen Jian continued to tease Ji Sang with his tongue, and she couldn’t resist another gush of release…

Wen Jian didn’t dodge; he took the spray of liquid on his face. He wiped his face with his palm and then firmly pulled her buttocks downward, making her body straighten. He held his engorged length and aimed at her gushing entrance. With two strokes of friction, his member, soaked in her fluids, forcefully penetrated her…

Her tender, newly climaxing entrance instantly enveloped his entire length, from the glans to the base, tightening around it. The walls caressed every inch of his shaft, sending waves of pleasure from the coccyx to the crown of his head. He let out a coarse gasp, “Sang Sang, you’re so tight, relax…”

Pleasure was reciprocal. The extreme sensation of fullness made Ji Sang unconsciously tighten her grip. She trembled uncontrollably, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She shook her head and cried, “Ah… Slow down… Ah… It’s too much…”

Her face was flushed, and her pink nipples could be faintly seen through the white lingerie, swaying with the rhythm of his slow thrusts. The visual feast drove Wen Jian’s desire to its peak. His fingers, distinct in their joints, firmly gripped her soft buttocks, and he thrust forcefully, going deep with each stroke. The tip of his member ground against her insides before slightly retreating and thrusting in again. He moved at a pace of six fast and three slow, making the wet sounds of their intimate connection…

Her legs were softly placed on his shoulders, as if allowing him to fold her into any position. With each thrust, his strength increased. His hot member penetrated her deepest depths, and the desk creaked under their impact. His hand slipped beneath her clothes, grasping one softness and kneading it freely, lifting it to his mouth.

Ji Sang’s clothes were still on, but he licked over the fabric, making it wet and rubbing against her erect nipples…

Several sensitive spots were being cared for, and Ji Sang, lost in pleasure, became disoriented. Even her moans became intermittent. Before long, her lower abdomen quivered, and a surge of lascivious fluids burst out.

“Sang Sang, did something happen this afternoon?” His lips and tongue had reached her earlobe, and his thick tongue toyed with it.

Her ears were particularly sensitive, and Ji Sang was being licked to the point where she could hardly think. Her thoughts can’t keep up with his questioning pace. “Ah… Ah… Ah… Uh?”

Wen Jian waited for her to slowly come back to her senses from the aftermath of her climax. His rapid movements became gentle, sliding in and out like a gentle rain, moistening her.

In the evening, he asked her a question. She didn’t say anything, but he keenly sensed that something had happened, something he didn’t know about.

The slow and deliberate grinding seemed to make her blush and her heart race even more than the fierce thrusts.

And every time, he deliberately ground with purpose, seemingly ignoring her sensitive spots on purpose. Ji Sang was teased by this grinding sensation, as if tiny bugs were drilling into her bloodstream, bit by bit, reaching the depths of her heart. She experienced firsthand what it meant to have an irresistible itch in her heart.

The moans that escaped her throat changed their tone, mixed with cries and pleas, “Oh… Husband… Please… Fuck me well… Ah…”

“Tell me, who did you see?”

“Good… Tell me, and I’ll give you…”

Wen Jian’s dark eyes burned, his fingers gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. It was as if he would keep fucking her until eternity if she didn’t tell the truth.

“Oh… ” Ji Sang bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, “Ah…”

“Su Li.”

A mysterious glimmer flickered in Wen Jian’s eyes. His palm suddenly gripped her slender waist, fiercely thrusting into her, causing her delicate body to tremble. With the last thrust, he almost penetrated her completely. Ji Sang’s whole body convulsed, and the overwhelming pleasure washed over her. She was almost overwhelmed, her consciousness scattered, and she stared blankly above…

Her tender flesh contracted rapidly, tightening around his member. Ignoring her gushing climax, Wen Jian continued to thrust into the wet passage dozens of times until he finally erupted deep inside her…

…