Come On! Into the Bedroom with Me

Aemeath moved even closer, until the distance between them was so short that they could hear each other's breaths.

Aemeath's warm breath, carrying a hint of sweet fragrance, gently sprayed onto Lu Yan's jawline and Adam's apple.

"You have no idea what I was thinking just now." Aemeath tilted her head slightly, her tone a mix of grievance and playfulness as she complained, "Seeing you sitting there like a wooden doll, not moving at all, I started to wonder if you even went out to buy a ring this afternoon?"

"You measured my finger size, was it simply because you thought my hands felt comfortable? Or was the food I cooked today so awful that you didn't want to propose?"

Lu Yan listened to her wildly imaginative accusations and was both amused and exasperated.

His golden eyes were filled with helplessness and tenderness as he chuckled softly, "What kind of nonsense are you thinking about all day long?"

"How could I possibly think your hands are just for fun, or that your cooking is bad?"

Aemeath retorted confidently, "How should I know?! Who told you to keep quiet for so long!"

Then, her eyes darted around, as if she had thought of something, and the smile on her lips gradually widened.

"Anyway, I don't care, because your hesitation and nervousness made me anxious for several tens of minutes. My mental state has been greatly damaged."

Aemeath winked playfully, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. She stared intently into Lu Yan's eyes and continued, enunciating each word clearly, "So, A-Yan, you'd better make it up to me."

"Compensation?" Lu Yan was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his, at her cheeks flushed slightly with pride, and at her suggestive eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

The air conditioner in the living room was clearly blowing cold air the whole time, but Lu Yan felt that the air around him suddenly warmed up the moment Aemeath said those words.

He looked away somewhat guiltily, raised his left hand, which was also wearing a ring, and scratched his cheek as if to cover up his embarrassment.

"Then... what kind of compensation do you want?" Lu Yan's voice was noticeably lower than before, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

He knew Aemeath too well; whenever she gave that mischievous smile, it usually meant she was plotting some wicked idea that he couldn't stand.

"The compensation I want..." Aemeath deliberately drew out her words, keeping everyone in suspense.

She didn't answer immediately, but lowered her head, her gaze falling on their clasped hands. Two hands, one large and one small, one pink and one gold, reflected each other in subtle ways on the rings.

She suddenly took the initiative, deftly flipping her small hand, which was originally held in Lu Yan's palm, and grabbed Lu Yan's hand in return.

She gripped his fingers tightly, then looked up and gave Lu Yan an undisguised mischievous smile.

"Hiahia..."

Aemeath chuckled softly, a laugh that held the pride of soon-to-be wife, as well as the coquettishness and eagerness of a young woman.

She suddenly stood up from the sofa. Due to the sudden movement, her slip dress slipped half an inch down her rounded shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin and her exquisite collarbone.

She grabbed Lu Yan's hand dismissively and tugged at it forcefully. "Elbow! Come inside with me."

These four words instantly awakened Lu Yan.

Seeing Aemeath demeanor, as if she wanted to devour him alive, Lu Yan knew exactly what was going to happen next.

He looked up at the girl standing in front of him.

She looked down at him, the hem of her nightgown swaying slightly with her movements, revealing a section of her shapely calves clad in black stockings that gleamed with a dazzling sheen under the warm orange light.

There was no trace of hesitation or shyness in her eyes, only a strong possessiveness and a direct desire.

This is his Aemeath: straightforward, passionate, and openly loving.

Lu Yan sat on the sofa and took a deep breath.

He felt his throat was so dry it was practically on fire, and the impulse he had suppressed for so long was rapidly awakening within him.

Seeing the tears welling up in Aemeath's eyes, he abandoned all restraint.

He helplessly rubbed his forehead, ran his long fingers through his black, tousled hair, and sighed softly.

Okay~

Following the force of Aemeath's hand, Lu Yan stood up from the sofa.

However, the moment he straightened up, his previously passive, following posture suddenly changed.

He grabbed Aemeath's wrist with his other hand and pulled the unsuspecting girl into his arms with a slight force.

"Ouch!" Aemeath exclaimed, falling into Lu Yan's firm embrace.

Before she could react, Lu Yan had already swept her up in his arms.

"Since it's compensation, I can't just let my wife walk into the house by herself, can I?" Lu Yan lowered his eyes to look at the girl in his arms, his golden eyes now shining with a captivating light.

Aemeath felt a sudden dizziness, and then landed steadily in his arms.

She looked at Lu Yan's face, so close to hers, now devoid of all gentleness and filled only with aggression, and her heart skipped a beat.

But soon, she smiled smugly, wrapped her arms around Lu Yan's neck, pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart pounding like a drum, and said coquettishly, "You're quite sensible."

Lu Yan carried her and strode across the living room toward the half-open bedroom door.

With a "click," Lu Yan gently hooked the bedroom door shut with his heel.

The bedroom lights were off, only the bedside lamp cast a dim, yellowish glow.

The curtains and floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn tightly shut, completely shutting out the cicadas' chirping and the breeze of the summer night outside. In this small space, only the sound of their intertwined breaths remained.

Lu Yan carried Aemeath to the soft, large bed.

He didn't just throw her onto the bed like in the movies; instead, he carefully placed her on the bed.

The moment Aemeath's back touched the soft bed, Lu Yan covered her with his body without hesitation.

He braced his hands on either side of Aemeath's body, trapping her firmly between his arms.

The dim light cast shifting shadows on their faces.

Lu Yan looked down at the girl lying beneath him.

Her long pink hair was scattered on the white pillow, like a bright pink rose blooming in the snow.

Her eyes were gazing at him with moist eyes, and the light flowing in those golden eyes could almost draw your soul in.

"A-Yan ~" Aemeath called softly, her voice so gentle it seemed to drip water.

"I am here."

With permission, Lu Yan lowered his head slightly and kissed her lips.

Unlike the ritualistic kiss in the living room earlier, this time it was filled with fervent desire and catharsis, like a long-planned storm.

The moment their lips touched, they instantly became inseparable, clinging to each other like glue.

Lu Yan's tongue greedily swept through every inch of the sweetness in her mouth, fiercely entwining and dancing with her tongue.

"Hmm..."

Aemeath let out a muffled moan, and her hands involuntarily climbed onto Lu Yan's shoulders.

The temperature in the bedroom rose rapidly as the two kissed.

Lu Yan's breathing grew heavier and heavier. In this suffocatingly deep kiss, his hands, which had been supporting him on the bed, began to move slowly.

His right hand traced a path up Aemeath's slender arm, his fingertips gently lifting the already precarious pink silk camisole.

The silky fabric slid down her soft shoulders, revealing large expanses of smooth, creamy skin.

"A-Yan ~" she managed to utter a broken murmur between kisses.

Aemeath ran her hands through Lu Yan's thick black hair at the back of his head, forcefully pulling him closer to her.

In the midst of their tender embrace, their left hands, under the dim light, inadvertently brushed against each other's skin, the cool metal mingling with their body heat, creating a tingling sensation.

The night had deepened without us even realizing it.

The hustle and bustle of the old town has long since faded, leaving only the purest tranquility of the summer night.

Silvery moonlight pierced through the thin clouds, pouring down like mercury and gently enveloping the two-story detached house.

The tall persimmon tree in the center of the courtyard swayed gently in the occasional breeze, its dense leaves rustling softly.

The lights in the living room on the first floor had been turned off sometime ago, with only the power indicator light on the television still flashing a faint red light in the darkness.

Deep within this quiet courtyard, behind the tightly closed bedroom window, heavy curtains blocked out all signs of spring.

Only occasionally, a few sweet, soft breaths escaped from the gaps in the night breeze, faintly dissipating into the summer night.

Several forget-me-not vines in the corner are quietly blooming under the moonlight, celebrating their flowering season.

A long and scorching day came to a perfect end in this world that belonged only to the two of them.