Slow to mature after marriage

"No...that's not right."

Mu Siwan finally realized what was happening, placed her hand on his chest, and subconsciously tried to push him away.

wrong.

They shouldn't kiss.

Bo Yan paused, looking down at her.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, her breathing was still a little erratic, and the confusion in her eyes had not yet completely dissipated, but she was already trying to regain her sense of logic.

He suddenly chuckled.

"Mrs. Bo."

Bo Yan's voice was low, falling into her ear.

"It's just foreplay," he said. "Don't take it so seriously."

Mu Siwan was stunned for a moment.

Foreplay.

She searched her mind for the definition of the word.

It seems... that it is indeed within a reasonable range.

Her hand, which was pressed against his chest, loosened its grip slightly.

Bo Yan sensed it.

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

This time, Mu Siwan did not refuse again.

But that hand was still on his chest, its fingers slightly curled, and he didn't know whether to put it down or continue to hold it in.

Bo Yan didn't give her time to struggle with it.

The kiss deepened. The man held her waist, his fingertips gently caressing that small patch of fabric, as if to soothe her, or perhaps to test her.

Her breathing became erratic again.

The logic in my head is completely tangled up.

Grace had somehow slipped off her lap and was curled up in the corner of the sofa, her head buried in her body, motionless.

Only the sound of intermittent breathing filled the living room.

Bo Yan released her lips, stepped back slightly, and looked at her.

Mu Siwan's eyelashes drooped, her lips were slightly swollen and glistening with moisture. Her eyes were not as clean and calm as usual; something was gently swirling within them.

Bo Yan stared into those eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Should we still push it?"

Mu Siwan remained silent.

But the hand that was resting on his chest curled its fingertips slightly.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

He then moved down and kissed the tip of her nose.

Further down, it landed on the corner of her lips.

Her eyelashes trembled.

He didn't ask any more questions.

He lowered his head and continued kissing her.

-

At some point, the man got up from the sofa and picked her up.

She instinctively clung to his shoulder, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt at the back of his neck.

My body feels weak.

Bo Yan paused, looking down at her. She didn't look at him, her face buried in his chest, her breathing ragged, her ears burning red.

Unlike usual, he wasn't indifferent.

The bedroom door was kicked open and then closed again.

Mu Siwan was gently placed on the bed. The bed was soft, and she sank into it. Before she could react, he was already on top of her. The light from the headboard cast a soft glow on the man's handsome features. Bo Yan was on top of her, looking down at her, the deep darkness in his eyes deepening.

too close.

This was a completely new life experience for Mu Siwan.

It was like the first time she stepped out of the Mu family home after becoming an adult, venturing into the outside world. Everything was new, so new that it aroused curiosity.

The difference this time is that her world revolves solely around Bo Yan.

Mu Siwan suddenly didn't know where to look.

Looking into his eyes, it's too close. Looking elsewhere, it's as if he's hiding.

She finally stared at the man's Adam's apple.

There was a slight movement there.

"Mu Siwan".

He called her.

She looked up.

"What happened next," he paused, "was also within a reasonable range."

She knew. She nodded.

Bo Yan lowered his head and kissed her.

This kiss was different from the previous one. It was deeper, more intense, with a force she couldn't quite describe. Mu Siwan passively endured it, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her tightly.

He released her lips and moved his kiss downwards.

Jaw, neck, collarbone.

Mu Siwan tensed up.

Bo Yan stopped and looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled violently, and her breathing was intermittent.

"Afraid?"

She opened her eyes, thought for a moment, and shook her head.

"It's not that I'm afraid." His voice was a little unsteady, "It's just... I'm not very good at it."

And she wasn't used to handing over control of her body to others and being so intimate with them.

"Not familiar with what?" Bo Yan asked deliberately, his voice low. "Is a forensic doctor not familiar with human anatomy?"

"……no."

She was, of course, skilled. She knew every bone, every muscle, every blood vessel.

Bo Yan continued to kiss her patiently and gently.

Mu Siwan's body began to show unfamiliar reactions, and her speech became intermittent.

"Not familiar with it... like this..."

Bo Yan smiled.

"You'll get the hang of it eventually, Mrs. Bo."

The kiss deepened, and his hands began to wander.

Her clothes were stripped off piece by piece. She didn't struggle, but her breathing became increasingly erratic, and her fingers gripped the hem of his clothes until her knuckles turned white.

He kissed the hollow of her shoulder, then moved down.

She suddenly took a soft breath.

Bo Yan stopped and looked at her. She was biting her lip, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring something.

"pain?"

She shook her head.

"No." His brow furrowed even more. "Something's off."

-

The night was deep.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the two overlapping figures.

She couldn't remember what happened later.

All I remember are his kisses, his breath, and his palms.

And the sound of Bo Yan calling her name.

Not "Mrs. Bo".

It is "Mu Siwan".

Over and over again.

She closed her eyes, her fingers gripping his back, her fingertips tracing the winding snake.

Later, she heard him chuckle in her ear.

It's very light.

It sounds great too.

-

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the bed.

Mu Siwan opened her eyes, her consciousness slowly returning.

Then she found herself lying in a strange position—not the usual curled-up position in the corner of the bed, but half-turned, with her face towards Bo Yan.

Bo Yan's hand was resting on her waist.

A very intimate way of putting things together.

She froze for a moment.

Bo Yan was already awake, propping himself up on his arms and looking down at her.

Eyes facing each other.

Mu Siwan blinked.

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Bo?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her face.

Wait until she utters something shocking.

Mu Siwan was silent for two seconds, then looked down at herself—she was almost pressed against his side, with his arm around her waist.

Uncomfortable with such intimacy, she struggled to get out of his arms, sat up, and pulled the blanket up a little.

"It exceeded expectations," she said, frowning, "but the lack of a control sample makes it impossible to quantify the assessment."

"However... I hope that the number of collaborations can be reduced appropriately next time."

Bo Yan leaned against the pillow, watching her with a leisurely air.

"What's the reason?"

Mu Siwan thought about it seriously.

"In 2018, there was a case of a 32-year-old male who was in good health and had no underlying diseases. He suffered four consecutive uninterrupted episodes of sudden cardiac death."

Bo Yan's smile froze.

"There was another case in 2020, a 35-year-old—"

He took a deep breath.

"Fine, you win."

He leaned against the pillow, closed his eyes, and was so angry he laughed.

"So... a maximum of three times?"

Mu Siwan nodded seriously.

"Three times within the safe range."

Bo Yan stared at her for two seconds, then looked away, leaned back on the pillow, and turned his back to her.

"……Thank you for your concern."

He replied expressionlessly.