An early summer night, quiet and peaceful.

In the dark blue sky, there was an array of stars.

The warm breeze from the south sent the whispers of summer insects through the window but then turned away in shame at the scene beneath the window. Maybe it turned sharply, lifting people’s sleeves.

As the candlelight wavered, Wei Changying's lapelled pomegranate red robe, which had been loosely draped, suddenly slipped down to reveal most of her smooth snow-white shoulders, shimmering with the unique light of youth, bright and soft, luminous and lustrous, in the candlelight.

Shen Cangfeng still kept his head down as he lingered and kissed her. The hand that was holding her waist gradually moved upwards. Imperceptibly, it snuck in through the bodice, rubbing gently, again with force. Wei Changying subconsciously pressed his hand, but the force was so weak that it felt like coquetry or even more an invitation.

The feeling of the thin-callused hand wandering over her warm soft body was so strange that Wei Changying, who was being kissed, instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't breathe and thought about it carefully. Instead, seemingly unaware, she subconsciously pulled on her husband's arm.

Unaware of time's passing, Shen Cangfeng straightened up, and a strand of silver was quickly pulled out from the corners of their two lips. When Shen Cangfeng saw it, the lust in his eyes became even more intense. He lowered his head again, breathing heavily as he nibbled at Wei Changying's lips, his breath searing on her face. She subconsciously tried to avoid it, but the back of her head was held tightly by Shen Cangfeng. He didn't want to let go at all.

Wei Changying frowned slightly, seeming to be a bit distressed. A puzzled and distressed look clearly appeared on her already peach-like rosy face, making Shen Cangfeng suddenly stop kissing and take his hand out of her clothes again.

Wei Changying looked at him blankly, fully at a loss for words. She wanted to say something but couldn't immediately think of the right words, but Shen Cangfeng obviously didn't want to know what she wanted to say at the moment, he simply bent down to pick up his wife and walked quickly to the bed.

Being put on the bed again, Wei Changying was much better-behaved than she had been more than two hours ago. Instead of swinging her fist at him, she subconsciously grabbed the corner of his robe as he stood by the bed and lowered the curtain. Although he knew it was because she had drunk four cups of love wine in a row, this act of infatuation still made Shen Cangfeng's heart soften into a puddle of spring water.

With the curtains down, inside the canopy bed was dim and faces were hard to distinguish. But in her faint, shy rejection, she was gently coaxed to remove her robe, her bodice, and her underwear. Wei Changying who was leaning on him blankly, trembling slightly, still reminded him of the Dipterocarpus turbinatus spice recorded in "The West." The spice was said to come from a tree similar to a pine tree, the color different from the amber color of rosin but white as ice and snow.

However, the natural virginal fragrance on Wei Changying's skin was unmatched among any rare and famous fragrances of the world. Like the most vicious poison, it seduced Shen Cangfeng willingly and even impatiently to sink into it.

He admired her flawless fragrant white skin in the dim light inside the canopy. Her Shou Gong Mark on her arm was as bright as a burning blood drop, just waiting for him to erase it, leaving the icy jade-like body completely back to the snow.

Although she felt fire throughout her body, she instinctively obeyed Shen Cangfeng's request. At this moment Shen Cangfeng’s hot lips and his indiscriminate nibbling still made Wei Changying subconsciously push against him. She hummed quietly, like a mosquito, "Don't... don't do this."

She pushed so lightly as if a feather brushed by. At this moment, because of lust and also because of exhaustion, her usual crisp and pleasant voice, became low, soft, and delicate. Shen Cangfeng sighed long in his heart, "why... she sounded, like this... like... seduction?"

He couldn't resist suckling on her chest.

Wei Changying's struggle and resistance quickly turned into soft moans. Mrs. Duanmu's instigation, the fragmentary memories of her pre-marital teachings, Mrs. Huang's admonition, her resentment of unwillingly submitting to her husband spun quickly around in her head like riding on a horse and glancing at lanterns. Yet when she thought of them, the thoughts seemed to go blank.

The hot feeling on her body and burning sensation of touches occupied the occasional moments of light amidst the darkness.

Only then did she sober up a bit. She pushed Shen Cangfeng's chest in panic, and said weakly, "You? What do you do?"

"Be good." Shen Cangfeng restrained until now. A thin layer of sweat had seeped from his forehead. He turned his head to the side, kissed his wife's cheek, and gently coaxed, "You hold me tight."

Wei Changying was puzzled for a moment, and then she listened to him and put her arm around his shoulder. At first she was very uncomfortable, subconsciously wanting to put her legs together and push Shen Cangfeng away, but Shen Cangfeng insisted on pinning her down, coaxing and persuading her, repeatedly promising that it would be fine. Only then did she half-trust him and let him do what he wanted. Afterwards, the pain came. She felt that she had been cheated, and in a fit of anger, she bit down on Shen Cangfeng's shoulder with hatred. This bite was so severe that she almost immediately tasted the sweat and blood between her lips.

Shen Cangfeng stifled a grunt and then sighed in slight anger and amusement, "You are so fierce. Glad that you didn't bite on my neck, otherwise how could you go out tomorrow?"

While he was talking, he kept moving, understanding this was his wife's first night, and he couldn’t enjoy as much as he wanted. This kind of gradual careful exploration and deepening was no less than torture, but it was a great accomplishment and joy to guide his wife from a girl to a woman and to feel the soft flawless body blooming gently like a flower underneath him.

After a long time, he got up from Wei Changying with exhaustion and reluctance, and then leaned over and kissed his wife's cheek. Only then did he feel the hot pain on his back, and he could guess without seeing. Her wife was a master who refuses to suffer. She must be keeping a principle that if someone didn't make her life good, she would double down on making him suffer more.

He got there by cajoling her. Halfway through, it was too late for Wei Changying to regret. Not only did she bite him, but she also deliberately scratched him on the back. The pinch marks, the scratches. Probably every place that Wei Changying was able to reach, was greeted.

Shen Cangfeng pinched her cheek lovingly yet disdainfully and shook his head, "Should I do it again as revenge?"

Wei Changying was much soberer at the moment, holding her forehead and thinking about it a bit. She realized that something was wrong. She really didn't know how to speak about it. Only after a while, she asked quietly, "You... you put aphrodisiac in the wine?"

"How could it be me who put the drug in?" Shen Cangfeng sighed, "I say, you must not have listened to what your granny told you before you married me. This pot of wine was meant for tonight. In case we got too tired or lost interest. Besides, I didn't force you to drink." Speaking of that, he made a cunning and smug smile, "You came to my door. Doesn't it just fit in exactly with my wish?"

Wei Changying was stunned for a moment, and after recalling them, a little annoyed. She whispered, "It took many days from Fengzhou to the capital. How could I remember all of this?" She blamed him, "Why didn't you tell me when I was drinking? You were the one with the wrong intentions!"

"Either way, you're all mine." Shen Cangfeng asked amusedly, "You were so afraid of me. I thought if you drank this wine, it would benefit both of us and make you suffer less. Why would I tell you about it? So it's providence too."

Wei Changying felt that she lost, so she rolled over and ignored him. He embraced her from behind and laughed softly in her ear, saying, "You'd be better off with that wine. If it was me who drank the wine... Well, today, you would have been a poor thing." He said, lifting his head to peck at her cheeks again in a slow, gentle way.

"You're the poor one!" She was sore all over her body and couldn't tell what she was feeling. It was like a mixture of melancholy and relief, regret and shyness, and her heart was empty. She thought about it carefully but found it was unreasonable. She turned her head to keep him from kissing her, and absentmindedly argued, "Today was an accident! Just wait, I'll definitely be able to beat you into an obedient person!"

These words seemed imposing, but as she said them in a feeble and delicate voice, Shen Cangfeng didn't take them seriously and instead laughed out loud. While Wei Changying was biting her lip, he suddenly pulled her towards him and placed a loud kiss on her cheek, teasingly saying, "Why do you have to hit me yourself? As long as you behave yourself when you're around me, no need for you to beat me up, I'll be good! Even if you want to hit me, I'll fold my hands for your capture and enjoy it as if it were malt sugar!"

"You be good!" Wei Changying blushed and subconsciously yelled.

Shen Cangfeng grabbed her hand and placed it on his lips to gently kiss, laughing, ''Good, how do you want me to be good? Undress myself, or undress you, or do as you please. I'll do whatever you want, starting with now. What do you say?"

Suddenly, he turned his head to hold Wei Changying's small earlobe. She let out a low yelp, tensed up, and struggled to break away, urgently saying, "You. What do you want to do again?"

"You've been trying to press down on me, and I'm wondering, should I be good and serve you again?" Shen Cangfeng reached out and hugged her, not letting her break away, holding her tightly in his arms, and very thoughtfully said.

This shameless guy! Wei Changying almost screamed, "You playboy! I don't want to talk to you!" Before the words could fall, she exclaimed again in a great hurry, "You!"

Shen Cangfeng rolled over and pressed her under his body, chuckled, "Good girl, I just love hearing you say this 'I don't want to talk you'. Hearing this makes me want you again. Be good!"

"You be good!" Wei Changying's heart sank. The pain had never completely subsided, and the sticky feel after Shen Cangfeng's release gave her an uncomfortable feeling of not being able to close her legs, but she didn't realize that this person, this person, he had not yet finished, still wanted to... It is just too much! "Go away, I don't want... uh-uh!"

The hot lips sealed her mouth again, and the solid chest rested on her body. There was a feeling of powerlessness of not being able to resist or push away. His hands wandered freely on her body. Wei Changying could not help but tense her whole body.

This time Shen Cangfeng was more unbridled. He kissed her, grabbed the resistant arms which were going to push him away or hurt him even more, and forcefully confined to the top of her head.