Though he made no other move or spoke a word, simply getting onto this bed was enough to convey Tang Si’s attitude.
Zhao Wuyan knew her ‘spring’ had arrived.
The moment Tang Si lay down, she wrapped her arms around his neck and, with extreme initiative, kissed his lips.
The man remained still. Zhao Wuyan kissed him, her breath growing heavy and ragged, “Si Bing, I love you, I really, really love you. I want… I want… I want to give myself to you. Will you?”
The man lying down didn’t speak, but his arm had already circled her waist, his hand moving upwards over the thinly veiled sleepwear until it rested on a soft curve. He squeezed it symbolically, a barely discernible response escaping his breath, "Mmm."
He had agreed.
He had truly agreed.
At this moment, Zhao Wuyan shed all pretense of dignified composure. Her hands unbuttoned his sleepwear, and her palms rested on his well-defined, muscular chest.
Her kiss was as fiery as a raging inferno from the start.
The man didn't reciprocate at first. After a while, he began to kiss her back. Their lips met, their breaths mingled, their tongues exploring each other's mouths, carrying a hint of sweet freshness.
The fire in Zhao Wuyan’s heart blazed brighter, the flames engulfing her and making her even more wildly passionate.
She whimpered, her voice laced with tears, "Si Bing, I'm so uncomfortable..."
She pulled his large hand downwards, guiding his fingers to gently explore the moist, yielding warmth.
"Already so eager and restless?" the man asked.
Zhao Wuyan nodded tearfully, "Mmm..."
As soon as her words fell, she felt a dizzying shift. Their positions reversed, and she found herself lying on the bed.
Everything else followed naturally, as if predestined.
This night was the happiest Zhao Wuyan had experienced since returning to the country, even more so than the day of her grand wedding to Tang Si.
They spent the night in fervent passion, and Zhao Wuyan, feeling his commanding might, surrendered completely.
Although they had been in love for many years, they had never reached such an intimate level.
In a true sense, this was their first time.
Lost in the intensity of their passion, she eventually grew too exhausted to move, drifting into a heavy sleep.
The next day.
Knock, knock, knock—
A servant knocked on the door. "Young Madam, it's time to wake up for breakfast."
Startled awake, Zhao Wuyan opened her eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and replied, "I know."
The servant left.
Zhao Wuyan, still lying in bed, suddenly remembered her intimate encounter with Tang Si the previous night and blushed.
Tang Si was no longer in bed. She reached out and touched the spot where he had slept, still faintly warm.
Zhao Wuyan couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
After a while, she dragged her weary body to wash, changed her clothes, and tidied herself up before heading downstairs.
Walking down from the second floor, the spiral staircase offered a view of the ground floor. She saw Tang Si sitting on the sofa, playing with his phone.
As she descended, Zhao Wuyan was about to greet Tang Si when his mother walked over, took her hand, and led her to the dining room, asking in a low voice, "Tell me, how were things between you two?"
At Tang Si's mother's question, Zhao Wuyan’s cheeks immediately flushed like a ripe red prawn, and she nodded shyly, "We... we were together last night."
Hearing this, Tang Si's mother was overjoyed. She patted Zhao Wuyan’s hand repeatedly and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Sensing she might have been too loud, Tang Si's mother quickly covered her mouth, "Hahaha, that’s good, that’s good. I told you, with your and Xiao Si’s years of affection, how could it be affected by some country bumpkin?"
With the passion of the previous night, Zhao Wuyan felt she was the most important person in Tang Si's heart.