Slow to mature after marriage

The indoor temperature inexplicably started to rise.

An unspoken sentiment is spreading.

Bo Yan walked over and took the hair dryer from her.

She paused for a moment, then turned to look at him. He stood behind her, fiddling with a hairdryer. He had just showered, and his hair was still wet, water droplets sliding down the ends and soaking into the collar of his robe.

A warm breeze fell from above. The man's fingers ran through her hair, his movements gentle, as if afraid of hurting her. Occasionally, his fingertips brushed against her scalp, the slightly rough texture seeping into her skin and spreading out in a fine, dense pattern.

Mu Siwan sat there, her fingertips curling slightly.

It was just a simple hair dryer, but that moment of tenderness left her somewhat flustered.

The hairdryer hummed, and the red candle flickered gently in the mirror. She looked at the man drying her hair in the mirror and suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

Her hair gradually dried. Bo Yan turned off the hairdryer, put it down, and gently stroked her hair with his fingers still in it.

The bedroom fell completely silent, with only the red candle flickering.

Then he leaned down and put his arm around her shoulder from behind.

A kiss landed on the back of her neck.

It was very light, like a feather brushing against you.

Her body froze completely.

The man's lips remained pressed against that spot, his breath falling gently on that small patch of skin.

"What I just said," he said in a low voice, with a hint of a smile, "is something to be cherished."

She didn't move.

Bo Yan's kiss landed again, a little heavier than before.

"Then let's not waste the old lady's good intentions."

He raised his hand, pulled down the neckline of her pajamas, and kissed her shoulder.

Mu Siwan looked at the man in the mirror who was leaning down to kiss her.

The candlelight cast flickering light on his face, obscuring his expression.

But his hands were steady, and his breathing was very hot.

In a daze, she was lifted up and placed on the bed covered with bright red quilts.

He leaned down, the candlelight flickered, and his shadow fell on her.

The moment she met his gaze, Mu Siwan suddenly remembered what she had said that evening—"There aren't many people who are good to me."

Bo Yan seems to be treating her well.

-

At the last moment, Bo Yan reached for the bedside table.

My hand reached out and touched the book, "A Guide to Harmonious Marriage." I reached further inside, but it was empty.

He paused, then, as if disbelieving, touched it again.

empty.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and into the crook of her neck.

No, that's not right. He remembers bringing it last time... it's in this drawer.

The next second, Bo Yan realized what was happening.

The old lady saw it while tidying up the room.

Take it away.

Bo Yan closed his eyes and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

This old lady is just too thoughtful.

Mu Siwan slowly opened her eyes, her breathing still a little erratic, her gaze blank.

"What's wrong?"

He looked down at her and remained silent for two seconds.

"...There are no more sets."

Mu Siwan was stunned.

A hint of confusion flashed in those clean eyes, as if they didn't quite understand what "nothing" meant.

She opened her mouth.

"...What should we do then?"

Bo Yan stared intently at her, let out a long sigh, then leaned down and kissed her ear.

"I'll help you first."

His kisses traveled downwards.

It landed behind the ear, on the side of the neck, and next to the pale red mark on the collarbone.

Mu Siwan gripped the bed sheet beneath her, her fingertips curling up.

The red candle was still flickering, casting overlapping shadows on the wall. She could see his silhouette as he bent over, his shoulder blades rising and falling with the movement, the snake slithering down.

His breath was very hot.

Her breathing also began to become erratic.

After an unknown amount of time, he came back up and pulled her into his arms.

Mu Siwan nestled against his chest with her eyes closed, her heart still pounding, and spoke instinctively.

"Then now..."

Bo Yan took her hand, interlocked their fingers, and pressed it against his heart.

"It's your turn to help me."

Her hand rested on his chest, the palm of her hand warm and firm against his skin, her heart pounding against his fingertips.

She opened her eyes.

The candlelight bathed him in a warm glow. He propped himself up, looking down at her, his features sharply defined by the light and shadow, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

Her breath hitched, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

No experience.

I've never touched a living creature.

She was a little... hesitant.

He stared straight at her, then leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Won't?"

His voice was low, tinged with a knowing smile.

Her ears started to burn again.

Bo Yan guided her hand down her chest, slowly gliding it over the contours of her abdominal muscles, the rough texture brushing against her fingertips.

"Then I'll teach you."

The man's voice fell beside her ear, his breath frighteningly hot.

Her fingers curled slightly, but he gently pressed them open again.

"take it easy."

He kissed her earlobe.

The man guided her hand, slowly lowering it. The snake snake snaked beneath her fingertips, its scales slightly raised, and she could feel the moment his muscles tensed.

The red candle flickered.

Bo Yan paused for a moment.

"Yes." His voice was a few decibels lower than before. "That's it."

She looked up at his face.

His eyes were closed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

She suddenly felt that he was a bit of a stranger.

And yet...it was something that made her unable to look away.

Bo Yan opened his eyes and met her gaze.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds.

He suddenly smiled, pulled her up, and kissed her forcefully.

The red candles were still flickering.

The shadows overlapped on the wall.

The night is still long...

-

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the window and fell on the dining table.

It's rare for the whole family to get together like this.

The old man and the old woman sat in the main seats.

The old lady slowly sipped her porridge, her gaze sweeping over Bo Yan and Mu Siwan, a smile spreading from the corners of her eyes that she couldn't suppress.

Bo Yan lowered his head and ate, pretending not to see.

Mu Siwan sat next to him, quietly picking up the food in front of her with her chopsticks, one bite at a time.

My cheeks are just a little hot.

Not just the cheeks.

My palms were burning hot.

She glanced down at her hands—the ones he had been holding last night…

She snapped out of her reverie and continued eating.

"Sister-in-law."

A childish voice rang out.

Mu Siwan looked up.

The twins from my second uncle and aunt's family were sitting side by side opposite me, both of their eyes fixed on her.

"Sister-in-law, why is your face so red?"

The one on the left asked.

"Like a persimmon in autumn."

The supplement on the right.

Mu Siwan was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand to touch her face.

It's really hot.

She opened her mouth, unsure how to explain.

The second aunt gently patted the twins' heads.

"Children should stay out of adults' business."

The twins shrank back, lowered their heads and continued eating, but their eyes still secretly glanced this way.

The old lady laughed even harder, her wrinkles crinkling at the corners of her eyes.

Bo Yan put down his chopsticks and slowly began to speak.

"Grandma, you've been laughing all morning, aren't you tired?"

The old lady waved her hand.

"I'm not tired at all." She looked at Mu Siwan, "Eat more, Wanwan, the kitchen has made your favorite soup."

Mu Siwan nodded.

"Thank you, Grandma."

Bo Ning rested her chin on her hand, watching this scene with a meaningful smile on her lips.

"Sister-in-law," she whispered, leaning closer, "did you sleep well last night?"

Mu Siwan just wanted to get over last night's topic quickly, so she nodded: "It's fine."

Bo Ning blinked and leaned closer to her ear.

"My grandma and I decorated the new house ourselves, what do you think?"