An Jin studied me for a moment and said: “Come here, let your husband hold you.”
Did he think I was foolish enough to walk into a trap? I looked at him with disdain.
“Aren’t you coming?” He smiled even more gently.
I trembled, and soon found myself obediently nestled in his arms. Habit, a terrifying habit!
He said nothing more, his fingers playing with my waistband. I decided to strike first, saying earnestly: “Uncle Liu said that men nowadays have it tough, having to work and earn money to support their families while resolving conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. They suffer physically and mentally and easily become overwhelmed.”
When I mentioned “overwhelmed,” I glanced at him but saw no reaction. I continued, “Of course, Zhuo Yi, you’re still healthy, but we should prepare in advance, right? This seahorse young chicken soup is a recipe Uncle Liu mentioned, most suitable for someone like you who works hard every day…”
“So it’s seahorse,” he nodded knowingly. “Seahorse young chicken soup, A Yao has gone to such trouble.”
Did he not recognize the seahorse at all? I despaired, holding my head in regret. I had walked into a trap and explained everything clearly.
He lifted my chin, speaking elegantly: “With my busy official duties, I have neglected A Yao. It is my fault.”
I looked at him warily. Based on my experience with this gray wolf An over the past year, the gentler his expression and softer his tone, the more dangerous he was.
He said seriously: “I must make it up to you. How about three times?”
“Uh?”
“Not enough? Then four times?” He raised the corner of his lips, smiling wickedly.
I felt a chill, suddenly realizing I was truly cold…
Once, there was an Elder Dongguo who saved a wolf but almost got eaten by it. There was also a wolf who dressed in sheep’s skin and infiltrated a flock, eating them all. A woman made her husband a pot of seahorse soup, resulting in her own demise.
This wolf charged in without removing my clothes. Pressed against the wall, I felt dizzy and weak, yet could hear his breathless voice.
“Seahorse young chicken?” He thrust forcefully, and I whimpered. “Working hard?” Another thrust, another whimper. “Overwhelmed?” His fingers roughly groped inside my clothes. I finally said: “…Husband… I was wrong… Spare—mmph—me…”
