Slow to mature after marriage

Mu Siwan stood there, feeling a little uncomfortable under his gaze, and her eyelashes fluttered.

Pierre urged them on from the side.

"Hurry, sir! Praise her!"

Bo Yan withdrew his gaze.

"good."

Pierre's eyes widened.

"Not bad? Just not bad?" He shrugged. "You Easterners are too reserved! You should kiss such a beautiful wife right now."

kiss?

Bo Yan did not respond.

Even when having sex, one must consider whether it conforms to the principle of mutual respect.

Besides, he only kissed her.

Pierre was still rambling on, urging them to go to the location shooting.

Mu Siwan lifted her skirt and walked forward.

As I passed by Bo Yan, I heard him speak softly.

"……very beautiful."

She paused for a moment.

She gripped the hem of the skirt in her hands even tighter.

-

The castle lights came on.

Warm yellow light streamed through each window, falling on the stone facade and enveloping the entire building in a gentle glow. A lone lamp shone atop the tower, like a star suspended in mid-air. In the distance, the silhouette of the Alps appeared, a dark blue outline against the night sky.

Pierre excitedly beckoned them to stand on the steps in front of the castle.

"Yes, yes, right here! Bride, move a little closer to the groom—just a little closer—"

Mu Siwan moved half a step closer to Bo Yan.

Her skirt trailed on the stone steps, occasionally lifted by the night breeze. Her hand, holding the hem of her skirt, stiffened slightly; she didn't know where to put it.

Pierre gestured behind the camera.

"The groom puts his arm around the bride's waist, yes, just like that—the bride looks at the groom with gentle eyes—"

Mu Siwan looked up at Bo Yan.

The man's profile was outlined by the light, handsome yet aloof.

She was even more at a loss for what to do with her hands.

She didn't know what a "gentle" look should be.

But probably... not someone like Bo Yan?

The shutter clicked a few times.

Pierre glanced down at the preview and frowned.

"No, no, that's too abrupt." He looked up, his gaze sweeping between the two of them. "You're husband and wife, not strangers—no, are you married or divorced...?"

Bo Yan looked up at him, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Pierre scratched his head sheepishly.

"Never mind, never mind, forget I said anything." He changed his approach. "Here's what we'll do: you two chat, just talk whatever you want, and I'll take a picture."

For some reason, Mu Siwan's palms were a little damp.

When I get nervous, I want to talk about my major.

"That case—" she began.

Bo Yan looked down at her and asked in response.

"The one on a business trip?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Later, it was found out that it was a crime of passion."

She continued, recounting how the murderer committed the crime, how he was discovered, and how he finally confessed. A night breeze blew by, causing her skirt to sway gently. Standing under the castle lights, dressed in a flowing white gown, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Mu Siwan had been talking for a while when she met the man's deep gaze and suddenly stopped.

His eyes were bright in the night, and his gaze was deep as he looked at her face.

She didn't know how to describe that look in his eyes; she just felt that for those few seconds he was looking at her, her mind went completely blank.

She lowered her eyes to avoid his gaze, but continued speaking.

"The killer hid the body in a freezer, where it wasn't discovered until three months later. Skin tissue from the killer was found under the fingernails, remnants of the struggle..."

Bo Yan listened, his gaze fixed on her lips.

The mouth opened and closed, speaking of freezers, skin tissue, and signs of struggle. A pale red lip gloss clung to the lips, gleaming slightly under the light.

Weird.

The woman, dressed in white, stood under the castle lights, looking as beautiful as a painting.

But what he was talking about was dismembering and hiding the body.

Even more bizarrely—

He stared at those lips and felt an overwhelming urge to kiss them.

Mu Siwan was still talking when she suddenly stopped.

Because the hand on her waist tightened.

She looked up.

He leaned down, lowered his head, and kissed him.

Mu Siwan stood there, stunned.

A night breeze passed between them, causing their skirts to sway gently. In the distance, the Alps were just a silhouette of dark blue.

The shutter clicked furiously.

-

The filming ended close to midnight that night.

Mu Siwan changed her clothes, removed her makeup, and collapsed onto the bed, not wanting to move. Her eyelids felt as heavy as lead, and her last thought before her consciousness faded was—that kiss.

Moist and soft.

This was different from any of her previous relationships with Bo Yan.

Then she fell asleep.

When Bo Yan came out after taking a shower, only a bedside lamp was on in the bedroom.

She curled up in the corner of the bed, her back to him, taking up only a small space. The blanket covered her shoulders, her breathing even, just like always—quiet, proper, without any intention of overstepping boundaries.

He stood by the bed for a while, looking down at the curled-up silhouette.

She enforced the rules very well.

It's good enough that he should be satisfied.

But he was not satisfied with himself.

Perhaps physical intimacy really does affect emotions. Bo Yan could feel something slipping out of his control little by little.

Just like this impulsive kiss today.

Maintaining distance is the best approach.

There's a new project in Europe that needs someone to oversee, and the branch office also has a few business deals waiting to be finalized. The round trip will take at least two months.

Two months is long enough.

It's long enough to suppress these things that shouldn't exist.

He lay down, stared at the ceiling, and after a long while, slowly closed his eyes.

-

Mu Siwan slept restlessly in the unfamiliar bed.

Bo Yan had only closed his eyes for a few minutes when he felt the mattress beside him sink in.

She rolled over and moved closer to him.

He didn't move.

A few minutes later, she turned over again.

I'm closer to him now.

Bo Yan could feel her breath falling on his shoulder, warm and with a faint, almost imperceptible sound.

Bo Yan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

endure.

A little while later, an arm came up to them.

It was placed on his chest.

Then, a leg.

She clung to him like an octopus, burying her face in his neck and breathing on his skin.

Bo Yan froze completely.

He turned his head to look at her.

Mu Siwan was sleeping soundly, her brows relaxed and her lips slightly pursed. She looked much more at ease than when she was curled up in the corner of the bed.

—When I'm awake, I keep half a meter away from him, but when I'm asleep, I'm not so polite at all.

The man raised his hand, frowned, and tried to push her away.

His hand landed on her arm.

She shifted and snuggled closer to him.

"...Don't go."

She mumbled something, but it was indistinct.

Bo Yan paused in his movements.

She didn't wake up.

She just nuzzled his neck and then stopped moving.

He stared at the ceiling and took a deep breath.

Forget it.

He lowered his arm and gently placed it on her back.

Anyway, you can't push it away.

-

Bo Yan barely slept that night.

She tossed and turned in his arms, sometimes holding him tighter, sometimes loosening her grip, sometimes burying her face in his chest. Just as he was starting to drift off to sleep, she would move slightly, waking him up.

Finally, he simply stopped sleeping and just lay there, letting her do whatever she wanted.

As dawn approached, she finally calmed down.

Bo Yan looked down at her.

She was sleeping soundly, her eyelashes drooping quietly, her breathing even.

Her arm was still around his waist, and her leg was still pressing down on him.

He stared at that sleeping face for a long time.

Then he gently removed her arm, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.

As the cold water cascaded down his face, he closed his eyes and sighed.

Two months away might not be enough.