Fortunately, after our wedding night, he never requested intercourse again and soon moved to his study. I was relieved to escape that torture.
But today, he returned drunk, wrapped his arm around my waist, and helped me onto the bed. I felt resistant but knew it wasn’t good to disappoint him and risk cooling our recently warmed marital relationship. So, I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and let him support himself above me, licking and softly biting like a kitten.
Compared to our wedding night, he seemed more patient this time. His hair brushed against my neck, making me itch and laugh lightly. As he leaned closer, I felt him lift his head, warm lips near my ear softly calling, “Little demon, little demon.”
I mumbled in response. He hugged my shoulders, murmuring, “You are mine, my wife. No one can take you away.”
“No one will take me away,” I comforted him, softening as I hugged his waist. “Zhuo Yi, let’s have a child.”
His body stiffened, and he stopped moving. I opened my eyes to see his bright gaze.
“Why?”
Feeling frustrated, I found an excuse. “Father gave me the jade tablet and gold proclamation today. Thank you.”
Discussing this on the bed felt inappropriate.
He laughed, his tone unreadable. “Just because of those few pieces of paper, you want to bear a child for me? This doesn’t sound like you.”
“No, father said—” I swallowed, recalling his words. “He said they’re waiting to hold a grandchild—”
His hand on my shoulder tightened painfully, and I didn’t dare to make a sound.
“Xiao Yao, you’re still the same as before,” his tone turned cold, hiding anger. “Heartless! What is your heart made of? You’re so compliant with a word from your parents, but what about me? Have you ever treated me like a husband?”
His words were contradictory and disconnected, clearly showing he was truly angry. I didn’t expect this would affect him so deeply. Just as I was about to explain, he suddenly got up and left, sweeping his sleeve.
The surroundings became very cold. I sighed, pulled the cotton quilt over and curled up.
This was how we got along. Every time we seemed to be nearing harmony, some discordant element would emerge to disrupt the mood.
