Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

His body couldn’t hold it any longer, and he swiftly pressed it down.

Although they were separated by a piece of wispy chiffon fabric, they could still feel each other’s body warmth.

What ought to come, would come—Xuxu closed her eyes as a sign of defeat. But even with her eyes closed, she could still sense the necklace swaying above her head.

Yan Rusheng pressed kisses against her crimson cheeks and neck. She wondered if his lips were too soft or if her instincts had gone awry. Somehow, she felt that he was being exceptionally gentle.

“You’re mine, and you’ll be with me forever…”

“Ah Sheng!” All of a sudden, Xuxu opened her eyes which were wet with tears.

Suddenly, the man in front of her froze. He could tell from the uneven tone of her voice that she was crying.

He grew anxious when he saw her tears. “Why are you crying?”

He wiped off her tears with his palm. His actions were domineering without the slightest trace of tenderness.

However, it was a little unbelievable that he didn’t lose his temper.

“I’m just feeling overwhelmed with all these thoughts running through my mind,” Xuxu replied hoarsely, and she brushed off his hand. Mustering her strength, she pushed him away and turned to roll to the other side of the bed.

It felt like her words were said in a fit of pique.

Yan Rusheng wasn’t about to let her off with just that. He shifted closer to her back and wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing his lips against her ear. With a tinge of jealousy in his tone, he asked, “So, what kind of thoughts came to mind? What were you upset about?”

His breath grew more intense and warm.

Xuxu’s heart was tickled, and at the same time, she felt stupefied by his question. She wanted to break free but found no room to escape.

She could only bite her lips and bear with it.

She frowned and refused to answer him. Since he’d already forgotten about it, she would think of it as just another beautiful dream in her life.

In this lifetime, she wouldn’t reveal it to him nor would she divulge it to anyone else.

Yan Rusheng didn’t question her further—he knew that it had something to do with Jiang Zhuoheng. Even though he had his suspicions, he wasn’t ready to hear her admit that she was thinking of Jiang Zhuoheng while lying on his bed.

But the words “Ah Sheng” brought him much comfort. At least, she didn’t blurt out Jiang Zhuoheng’s name like the last time she was drunk.

He felt smug about it.

The lips which were pressing on her ears moved once more. “Say that to me again.”

It was the first time he’d heard her calling out ‘Ah Sheng’, and it felt so soothing to his ears. It evoked the same feelings in his heart.

He waited expectantly.

Say that again? Xuxu frowned perplexingly. She thought for a moment and recalled what she said.

She shot an annoyed glance at him. “Isn’t that what Fang Jiayin calls you?”

There was a tinge of jealousy in her tone.

He was ecstatic upon hearing this. “Are you jealous?”

With a sparkle in his eyes, he embraced her waist tightly and teased her, “Stupid woman. You’re the one who said it first.”

To think that she’d stopped saying it after he told her not to.

If she was such an obedient girl, why was she still thinking about another man after he forbade her to?

“And I’m the one who met you first,” Xuxu mumbled and paid no attention to the man who was feeling immeasurably satisfied with himself.

Yan Rusheng couldn’t make out what she was mumbling about and asked, “What did you say?”

“Nothing.” Xuxu closed her eyes. “Didn’t you want to take an afternoon nap?”

I think I heard her mumbling about meeting someone?

Yan Rusheng was baffled. Ironically, people tended to focus on minute details, overlooking the big picture.