Marriage is long and desires are strong

The room lights were soft and warm, making Qin Xiaoye's wild and handsome face appear gentle.

His forearm muscles bulged, and the veins on the back of his hands stretched upwards, exuding both desire and wildness.

His voice was unusually low and husky, his breath brushing against Jiang Wei's skin, creating a cool sensation. "May I hug you?"

Jiang Wei felt both ashamed and somewhat reassured by this method of asking questions at every step. She was afraid that Qin Xiaoye would act recklessly and proceed without regard for consequences, and based on the information she had gathered online, he would definitely get hurt.

Jiang Wei tilted her head back, her skin was fair, her eyes were crystal clear, and her whole body was snow-white. She was only wearing a short suspender dress, like a peeled lychee, fresh and delicious.

She fluttered her eyelashes slightly and said softly, "Mr. Qin, yes, that's fine."

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a feather, tickling one's heart.

Qin Xiaoye's eyes darkened: "Can I take off my pajamas and hug you?"

Jiang Wei's breath hitched, her eyes fixed on the muscles visible through his pajamas, her fingertips softened, and her voice was sweet: "Okay."

Qin Xiaoye's black pajamas slipped down, mixing with Jiang Wei's pink overcoat, making his masculine scent even stronger.

He revealed his well-defined muscles, beneath which lay deep, prominent shadows; his upper arms were bulging with powerful muscles, and his forearms had prominent veins.

The moment his pajamas came off, he pulled Jiang Wei into a tight embrace. Jiang Wei's face was pressed against his muscles, and she could hear his strong, powerful heartbeat.

Qin Xiaoye seemed to want to crush Jiang Wei, holding her tightly in his arms. His huge body covered Jiang Wei, and Jiang Wei's snow-white arms could only rest on his back.

Soft fingers gently gripped his back; the contrast between his fair skin and strong, powerful muscles was striking.

Jiang Wei felt her body being squeezed intensely, as if she were about to be crushed and squeezed into Qin Xiaoye's flesh and blood.

Her face was pressed directly against his muscles, and she couldn't breathe.

She took a deep breath and gently exhaled, her breath landing on Qin Xiaoye's skin.

It was warm and damp.

Qin Xiaoye felt his blood boiling.

Her body is so soft and supple.

It's very comfortable to hold.

Thinking of this, he tightened his arms around her, making her feel like she was trapped in an iron wall, unable to move.

Jiang Wei never expected that a hug could be so tight that she would feel short of breath.

Qin Xiaoye slowly released.

He calmly turned around, took out a white shirt from the closet and put it on, then put on black trousers, paired with a belt and even a tie, and then casually pulled out a dark gray twill suit.

He concealed his muscular physique and powerful waist and hips beneath his clothes.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, carrying his suit jacket in his hand. He glanced at Jiang Wei and said politely, "Go to sleep early. Good night."

He wore a handmade white shirt that looked crisp and elegant, exuding a wild and handsome charm amidst his noble bearing; his whole being was tall and graceful.

His white shirt was stretched so tight at the chest that it looked like it was about to burst.

The almost out-of-control aura and disordered breathing from just now were completely suppressed, as if they had never happened.

After saying goodnight, he pushed open the bedroom door and slammed it shut.

The room fell silent.

Jiang Wei was dazed and confused.

All done? Goodnight?

Jiang Wei turned to look at the makeup mirror. Her fair skin was flushed, and her long, slender legs were revealed under her halter-neck short skirt. Her hair was messy, and her lips were red.

Her back was damp, and her body was soaked with sweat.

The places where he had hugged felt tingly and numb, like tiny electric currents coursing through my body, sparking across my skin.

She stared at the door, stunned for a few seconds.

She blinked, feeling a little dizzy from Qin Xiaoye's scent, and climbed onto the bed, her hands and feet weak.

Lift the blanket.

Qin Xiaoye's breath enveloped her, seeping into her pores and making her tremble.

She silently repeated to herself, "I have to get used to it, I have to get used to it..."

She read the information and learned that when the guide was unfamiliar with the scent of the sentries, he was prone to dizziness, but the situation would improve over time.

This slight numbness is to make the intimate process smoother and also to stimulate the guide to feel sensations.

She wrapped herself in the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

She was sleeping on her side with her ear pressed against the pillow. In her sleep, Qin Xiaoye's warm breath seemed to be constantly entering and leaving her ear, warm and ticklish, making her feel numb and tingly.

She started sweating again.

Beneath his palm, he could feel Qin Xiaoye's muscles; a pulse seemed to throb at his fingertips—it felt wonderful…

Even by morning, that feeling hadn't faded.

She quickly went to take a shower.

To be fair, Jiang Wei benefited greatly from this marriage.

Qin Xiaoye is a true powerful figure, the head of the Qin family. The Qin family has supported each other for generations, and Qin Xiaoye took power at the age of 24. Now at 28, he has completely taken over the Qin family.

He is capable, shrewd, has status, a good physique, and is even more handsome.

He was once voted the most handsome leader in Jingzhou, and one look at him could make someone pregnant.

Jiang Wei is just a fake heiress who runs a struggling pet hospital, losing more money than she earns.

In the words of Jiang Wei's adoptive mother, Xu Mo, they were simply mismatched.

She just didn't expect that the incompatibility was something else entirely, making the already awkward relationship between the couple incredibly awkward, causing her to blush and her heart to race.

After that very invasive hug with Qin Xiaoye, Jiang Wei didn't see Qin Xiaoye for more than ten days.

Zhang's mother said that Qin Xiaoye is very busy with work and often travels for business. He only comes home occasionally, and when he is busy, he stays at the company or in a hotel.

People like Qin Xiaoye are secretive about their whereabouts, so even though Jiang Wei added her assistant Xiang Dong on WeChat, it wasn't appropriate for her to ask him anything.

After all, the couple were complete strangers.

She felt more free after moving into Qin Xiaoye's house.

Aunt Zhang treated her very well, so well that she wondered why a stranger could be so polite and friendly to her, but her own mother, who had raised her for over twenty years, would speak so harshly to her.

The better it was, the more heartbroken she felt.

While at the Jiang family home, she was cautious and timid. Her position became awkward, and she had to consider Jiang Wan's feelings.

You can't be too close to your family, you can't address them too intimately, you can't use the best things, and you can't say the wrong thing, otherwise Jiang Wan will cry and make a scene.

This kept Jiang Wei on edge, afraid that her actions would trigger Jiang Wan's sensitivity and cause her to associate them with herself.

Once, when Jiang Wei wore a classic mother-of-pearl necklace from LV, Jiang Wan stared at it with red eyes and started to cry.

Xu Mo glared at Jiang Wei, then whispered to comfort Jiang Wan, transferring one million yuan to Jiang Wan to buy jewelry. Jiang Wan still stared at the mother-of-pearl necklace on her fair neck, remaining silent and crying, her tears growing more and more heartbroken.

Jiang Wei understood, took off the necklace and placed it in Jiang Wan's hand, coaxing her gently, "Wanwan, don't cry."

This mother-of-pearl necklace isn't considered jewelry, but it's worth over ten thousand yuan. Jiang Wei didn't think much of it when she wore it.

Jiang Wan choked up, holding the necklace in her hand, a smile appearing on her lips.

Jiang Wan didn't want the necklace; she wanted Jiang Wei's necklace.

As Jiang Wei went upstairs, Xu Mo stopped her and slapped her across the face with a crisp "smack." "You know she's sensitive, so why do you always provoke her? Are you doing it on purpose?"