“What else?”
He was stunned. “I’m done.”
“Just like that?” I felt disappointed. “When you did these things, didn’t you have any thoughts? Like, how did you feel when you saw me with Yan Huo?”
An Jin was dumbfounded, mumbling, “Inner… thoughts?”
How could he be so slow? I was frustrated. Wouldn’t a man passionately assure the woman he loves, “You’re mine, and I’ll never let you go to anyone else”?
He continued staring at me, dazed. “You don’t blame me?”
“I do. Of course I do.” I linked my arm with his. “I blame you for keeping all this bottled up.”
“A Yao…” His expression gradually turned joyful. “You—”
I sat on his lap, nestling into his embrace.
“Indeed, at that time, I did like him a bit—” his body immediately stiffened. I continued, “But all of that is long past. I’ve always known who I truly want to spend my life with.”
His chest trembled intensely. “A Yao…”
“I only regret not accepting your proposal when I was fifteen.” I closed my eyes and rubbed against him. “I wish I had married you earlier and understood my heart sooner.”
To unravel the knot he’d been carrying for three years, I had to use some cheesiness. I felt the challenges of being a wife.
He suddenly pulled back slightly, staring intently at my face, his eyes burning as if wanting to bore holes through me. “Little demon, are you really my little demon?”
I rolled my eyes. “I suppose so.”
He curled his lips, smiling contentedly. “I’m happy, truly—”
Now surely would come the sweet talk, right? I rekindled my hope.
Who knew he wouldn’t continue speaking but instead tightened his grip on my waist, his lips landing heavily, his fingers forcefully tearing open my clothes.
…
Biting the corner of the blanket, trapped in his arms, I felt confused about this creature called man. Why was I “handled” when I made him angry and also when I made him happy?!
Could this be the only way men express their feelings…
That night, I was exhausted, and the next day was my brother’s competition, forcing me to wake up early, bearing dark circles from lack of sleep, accompanying the refreshed An Jin to the machine arts competition at Baiheyuan.
