Bibi Dong could no longer hold herself back. For a year, it had felt as though an invisible barrier stood between her and Jiang Qingyu.
"Hubby, it's time to begin," Bibi Dong said softly.
"Should we wait? Your body..." Jiang Qingyu said.
"It's fine. I'm all right."
Tonight, Bibi Dong lacked her usual imposing presence. Instead, she carried an added touch of full, mature charm.
She quickly removed her outer robes, leaving only a gauzy garment as thin as cicada wings.
"Dong'er..."
Bibi Dong gave Jiang Qingyu no chance to continue. She leaned over and pinned him down.
"Qingyu,"
Bibi Dong's voice was husky as her fingertips hooked his collar. "Stop hiding. Tonight, let's see who's more fierce."
Jiang Qingyu's Adam's apple bobbed. Just as he was about to speak, a finger pressed against his lips.
Bibi Dong straddled his lap, and one corner of her gauzy robe slipped down, exposing her rounded shoulder.
Bibi Dong gripped his chin, forcing him to meet her violet eyes, where dark flames burned.
"One year."
She nearly ground out those three words through clenched teeth, her scorching breath brushing his ear.
"I don't care what concerns you have. Tonight..."
Lowering her head, she fiercely bit Jiang Qingyu's lower lip and gave a muffled command, "Make sure I'm comfortable."
Jiang Qingyu let out a muffled groan, and the hand supporting her waist finally stopped holding back.
Bibi Dong's forcefulness carried an inexperienced urgency, like a female leopard that had just learned to hunt, declaring her claim in the most primal way.
The wind outside wailed, but it could not drown out the increasingly heavy breathing inside.
She left streaks of red marks across his shoulder, as if she intended to make up for the void of the past year all at once.
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