Marriage First, True Love Later

Su Yicheng’s hands let go of her, and out of instinctual lust, his hands grasped her gently, then his fingers traveled down her spine. When he shoved his hands up from underneath the hem of her clothes, he was astonished by the delicate tenderness of the touch of her skin. He knew that he should stop now if he still had his sensibility because he knew she was far from ready.

Yet Su Yicheng had obviously lost his senses already, and his fingers lingered on her skin with lustful desire. Not only did he find it hard to let go of her, but he was also already erect. He was not a particularly lustful person, and he had always considered himself to be a well-disciplined individual with strong willpower. As someone of his position, he had met all sorts of diverse people and was well-acquainted with a variety of them. Although he hadn’t found entertaining these people particularly enjoyable, nevertheless he still frequently attended social gatherings. Yet none of them could compare to this.

3

Anran felt a little dizzy, and there seemed to be the sensation of wind blowing in her ears, but then she remembered that she was obviously indoors, so how could there be wind?

With sudden realization, Anran’s eyes flew open, and she discovered that she had been carried to her bed unknowingly. Su Yicheng was staring at her seriously yet tenderly, but his eyes had a strange expression as if there was a blazing fire burning inside him. The corner of his mouth had the slightest smile on it, and, before Anran could even react, he suddenly lowered his head and mashed his lips against hers. This time, the kiss was more passionate, and there was a sense of impatience in the kiss. It didn’t have the tenderness from before and felt much more aggressive. He shoved his hands up her aggressively and clasped her breasts. Anran felt a sense of unfamiliarity and was stunned for a moment. Then, feeling a rush of adrenaline and overcome by a great force, she forcefully pushed away Su Yicheng, who lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground.

Anran sat up quickly while clutching her clothes tightly and stared straight at him with her big, terrified eyes. She was panting, but she didn’t know whether it was out of anxiety or fear.

The fall gave Su Yicheng immense pain yet also jolted him back to his senses. The lust in his eyes slowly dwindled, and he gradually regained his sensibility. Even he himself felt that it was ridiculous, and laughed in spite of himself while shaking his head. He hadn’t acted so recklessly for years.

Anran looked at him, and although she did feel a little apologetic, she had no regrets about what she had just done. She felt apologetic because he was her husband, after all, and because she knew that it was only natural to experience sexual desire and lust. However, their situation was somewhat different, so she was mentally unprepared.

“I’m sorry.” After leaving him with an apology, Anran got up and was about to leave. She was walking on fire and stone, and if she stayed any further, it would simply be too awkward.

Su Yicheng stood up, and when she passed him, he grabbed her hands and held them tightly. Then, he asked, “Where are you going?”

“I-I will be returning for the time being,” Anran said a little sheepishly and didn’t turn her head. Her intention for meeting with him today was to discuss their future together, but she never thought that things would turn out like this.

Su Yicheng sighed slightly, turned around, and hugged Anran from behind. Anran stiffened and struggled to escape his embrace.

“Don’t move.” Su Yicheng hugged her even tighter, and their bodies were pressed together tightly—so much so that Anran could feel stiffness against her buttocks, and she was so stunned that, for a moment, she forgot how to act or breathe.

Su Yicheng hugged her tightly and rested his head against her shoulders. It hurt a bit, and pressing his mouth against her ears, he asked, “Did I scare you?”

Anran dared not breathe, and, without speaking, she merely shook her head, then nodded again. She was really stunned by what had just happened, and now she had no idea how to react.

Su Yicheng smirked and continued holding on to her for a while before he whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry. I must have scared you.”

Anran did not speak, but she allowed him to hold on to her stiff body.

Su Yicheng sighed, let go of her, and turned her body around to face him, then he looked at her while asking, “Anran?”

Anran seemed like she was suddenly snapped back to reality, and she hurriedly said while averting her gaze, “I-I will be returning for the time being.” She prepared to leave as she said this.

“Stay.” Su Yicheng refused to let go of her.

“I…” Anran looked at him with a panicked expression on her face, and her eyes grew red. “Su Yicheng, I-I-I’m really not ready yet.”

Su Yicheng couldn’t help but feel bitter inside. It seemed that all these years of spartan self-control were instantly undone by his moment of weakness. Perhaps from henceforth, she would see him as a dirty pervert.

“I know.” Su Yicheng tried to save his last shred of dignity in front of her.

“So, knowing that, you still…” Anran was really agitated now and looked at him with red eyes. She truly thought that he was a gentleman, but she never expected… never expected that there were few exceptions to stereotypes and that most men were indeed lustful perverts.

Su Yicheng broke out into laughter, embraced her, and refused to let go of her, no matter how much she struggled. He whispered into her ear, “Stay here, I promise I won’t do anything to you. Really.”

“No, I want to go home,” Anran said in a crying voice.

“This is your home,” Su Yicheng said.

“I…” Anran paused for a moment, but quickly spoke again and said, “W-Well then, I’m going back to my mother’s house!”

“No, Father-in-law and Mother-in-law will be worried. I just told them that you won’t be returning for the night, so if you suddenly go back now, all you will do is make them worry.” Su Yicheng tried reasoning with her.

Anran stopped talking and simply stared at him with red eyes.

Su Yicheng was a little tired. He sighed and said, “Anran, will you please just stay? I just returned home after driving for six hours straight. I’m really tired. I honestly don’t have the energy to drive you back again.”

Anran looked at him and saw the exhaustion on his face, but nevertheless she muttered obstinately, “I can go back by myself…”

Su Yicheng did not speak and merely stared at her.

The two of them stayed silent like this for a while before Anran finally waved the white flag and gave in by asking, “Do you have another room?”

“There is a study,” Su Yicheng said.

“Then I-I will go—” Anran wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Su Yicheng before she had a chance to finish her words.

“I will go to the study. If you get tired, take a bath and go to bed early. The clothes are in the closet, but I don’t have women’s pajamas. So you’ll have to suck it up and wear my T-shirts for the time being,” Su Yicheng said.

Anran stared at him for a while before finally nodding.

Su Yicheng nodded, and, without further commenting, he turned around and walked out of the room.