It was hardly my fault – how could I resist his intoxicating appearance in the moonlight?
This intimate encounter was not particularly pleasant. While his fingers sliding on my body gave me a taste of ethereal pleasure, it was still painful, shifting from sharp to dull pain. Yuan Xiang even tried to jump onto the bed, causing us quite a bit of panic. Finally, An Jin, breathless, held me in his arms, kissed my lips, and comforted me that things would get better.
Although I didn’t understand whether he meant our relationship or the physical experience, things seemed to become more harmonious in both aspects. Occasional bickering was just playful. He gradually returned home on time, and even when busy, would send someone to inform me.
The cat with claws in his heart had finally retracted them, showing me a gentle, affectionate side, occasionally rubbing against me to show intimacy.
I almost felt complete.
However, An Jin, the famous playboy of Yan Feng, suddenly transformed into a good husband, amazing the people of Yan Feng and breeding dissatisfaction among those with ulterior motives.
Like the girl before me.
A maiden of sixteen, with eyes like crescent moons, pale and delicate, looking pitiful. Her lotus leaf skirt draped around her, her tiny waist no wider than a grip, making even me feel compassion. Unfortunately, she sought not my pity, but my husband’s. Thinking this made me want to ruthlessly crush this delicate flower.
I originally didn’t want to attend this meeting, but this delicate flower blocked my path, kneeling and making the scene embarrassing.
She looked at me with teary eyes, gripping a teacup. “Sister…”
“Call me Madam,” I corrected her.
She bit her lip, her eyes looking aggrieved. “Madam, Mother said you won’t agree to my matter with Master An.”
“That’s correct, I do not agree.”
“Madam, I truly love Master An!” She looked close to tears.
“Tell me, what is true love?”
She was stunned, forgetting to cry.
“Alright, let me ask differently. What exactly do you like about him?”
She hesitated, then said: “He… is handsome, talented. And very gentle.”
“This—forget it.” I waved my hand. “Third Miss, do you understand my meaning?”
