Translated by: Cherry
Yisheng held the marriage certificate in her hand, sitting in the car and playing with it. She occasionally raised her eyes to look at Song Anchen, who was driving the car. She could not help feeling a little shy, the person next to her was her husband now.
“Now, there’s no need to peek at me, it’s natural and you can just look at me openly,” Song Anchen did not look over. He looked forward and chuckled.
Yisheng smiled superficially. He was very good at looking at her from the corner of his eye. From his tone, she could tell that he had seen all the times that Yisheng had peeped at him. This guy had pretended not to see it and let her look at him.
Song Anchen curled his lips and smiled, “Right, does what you say just now still apply?”
Yisheng raised her gaze to look at him, narrowing her eyes slightly, “It does.”
Song Anchen suddenly braked the car and Yisheng leaned forward due to momentum. She looked at Song Anchen in confusion, why did he suddenly brake the car? She saw that Song Anchen was looking at her with a look of disbelief.
Yisheng chuckled, suddenly feeling a little gleeful. He was the one who teased her usually, causing her to be completely speechless. This time, she would let him see her power. However, she had underestimated Song Anchen. Song Anchen pinched her little face suddenly, smiling, “You’re really this anxious! Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
This time, Yisheng was shocked. She had originally wanted to tease Song Anchen. She did not expect that he would take her seriously. She hurriedly waved her hand, “I was joking just now.”
Song Anchen suddenly realized, “So it’s like that!”
Yisheng was a little relieved, this matter was probably over now.
“But I took it seriously,” Song Anchen smiled and blinked his good-looking eyes at her. This caused Yisheng to tremble as if she had been electrocuted. She suddenly remembered what Zhao Jixiang said about Song Anchen being the ‘subject of people’s s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ fantasies’. Yisheng could not help but look Song Anchen up and down. His figure had no flaws and his face was nice to admire. As for his skill, cough cough, she gave him a hundred marks. Alright, Yisheng finally admitted that she would be able to enjoy an endless amount of s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ satisfaction.
When she returned home, Song Anchen carried Yisheng up and brought her to the bed before pressing her onto the bed.
Yisheng hurriedly pushed him away, “It’s daytime, it’s not good.”
Song Anchen raised his eyebrow, “Do you mean that it’s good if it’s at night?”
Yisheng was suddenly speechless, muttering, “Little Brother Song, I actually want…”
“Call me hubby,” Song Anchen leaned down to kiss her, gently kissing her as he said vaguely, “Be good, call me that.”
Yisheg felt like she was in a warm greenhouse, bathing in the warm spring. She suddenly felt that she was no longer so cold and no longer kept a hold on her thick clothes. Perhaps she had truly seen spring?
(T/N: Springtime is kind of like the season of love/mating season)
“Hubby!!” Yisheng called out, her voice trembling.
Song Anchen paused and suddenly hugged Yisheng tightly, gently linking on her sensitive ear, “My wife, congrats on the marriage,” After he said that, he put her earlobe in his mouth and slowly put his hand on her waist.
The sudden touch caused Yisheng to tremble uncontrollably.
After that, there was a sense of familiarity and strangeness that came with it. Yisheng knew… when Song Anchen made a move, who could compete with him? She was about to soar to the skies, and feel like an immortal again.
Yisheng could only use one word to describe their s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ relations this time. Pleasurable. If she used two words to describe it, it would be s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ satisfaction. Three words would be full of energy.
Translated by: Cherry
Yisheng held the marriage certificate in her hand, sitting in the car and playing with it. She occasionally raised her eyes to look at Song Anchen, who was driving the car. She could not help feeling a little shy, the person next to her was her husband now.
“Now, there’s no need to peek at me, it’s natural and you can just look at me openly,” Song Anchen did not look over. He looked forward and chuckled.
Yisheng smiled superficially. He was very good at looking at her from the corner of his eye. From his tone, she could tell that he had seen all the times that Yisheng had peeped at him. This guy had pretended not to see it and let her look at him.
Song Anchen curled his lips and smiled, “Right, does what you say just now still apply?”
Yisheng raised her gaze to look at him, narrowing her eyes slightly, “It does.”
Song Anchen suddenly braked the car and Yisheng leaned forward due to momentum. She looked at Song Anchen in confusion, why did he suddenly brake the car? She saw that Song Anchen was looking at her with a look of disbelief.
Yisheng chuckled, suddenly feeling a little gleeful. He was the one who teased her usually, causing her to be completely speechless. This time, she would let him see her power. However, she had underestimated Song Anchen. Song Anchen pinched her little face suddenly, smiling, “You’re really this anxious! Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
This time, Yisheng was shocked. She had originally wanted to tease Song Anchen. She did not expect that he would take her seriously. She hurriedly waved her hand, “I was joking just now.”
Song Anchen suddenly realized, “So it’s like that!”
Yisheng was a little relieved, this matter was probably over now.
“But I took it seriously,” Song Anchen smiled and blinked his good-looking eyes at her. This caused Yisheng to tremble as if she had been electrocuted. She suddenly remembered what Zhao Jixiang said about Song Anchen being the ‘subject of people’s s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ fantasies’. Yisheng could not help but look Song Anchen up and down. His figure had no flaws and his face was nice to admire. As for his skill, cough cough, she gave him a hundred marks. Alright, Yisheng finally admitted that she would be able to enjoy an endless amount of s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ satisfaction.
When she returned home, Song Anchen carried Yisheng up and brought her to the bed before pressing her onto the bed.
Yisheng hurriedly pushed him away, “It’s daytime, it’s not good.”
Song Anchen raised his eyebrow, “Do you mean that it’s good if it’s at night?”
Yisheng was suddenly speechless, muttering, “Little Brother Song, I actually want…”
“Call me hubby,” Song Anchen leaned down to kiss her, gently kissing her as he said vaguely, “Be good, call me that.”
Yisheg felt like she was in a warm greenhouse, bathing in the warm spring. She suddenly felt that she was no longer so cold and no longer kept a hold on her thick clothes. Perhaps she had truly seen spring?
(T/N: Springtime is kind of like the season of love/mating season)
“Hubby!!” Yisheng called out, her voice trembling.
Song Anchen paused and suddenly hugged Yisheng tightly, gently linking on her sensitive ear, “My wife, congrats on the marriage,” After he said that, he put her earlobe in his mouth and slowly put his hand on her waist.
The sudden touch caused Yisheng to tremble uncontrollably.
After that, there was a sense of familiarity and strangeness that came with it. Yisheng knew… when Song Anchen made a move, who could compete with him? She was about to soar to the skies, and feel like an immortal again.
Yisheng could only use one word to describe their s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ relations this time. Pleasurable. If she used two words to describe it, it would be s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ satisfaction. Three words would be full of energy.
