Slow to mature after marriage

Bo Yan turned off the computer and rubbed his temples.

The multinational meeting lasted three hours, leaving his mind a jumbled mess of data, clauses, and endless disputes. He stood up and headed for his bedroom.

11:20.

According to her biological clock, she should be sound asleep at this time.

Push open the door.

The bed was empty, and the blankets were neatly folded.

He paused for a moment.

He turned and walked downstairs.

The living room light was still on. A warm yellow halo spread out, enveloping her completely.

Mu Siwan lay on her side on the sofa, fast asleep. One arm was under her face, and her hair was loose, covering half of her face. Her eyelashes hung quietly, casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

The sunflowers on the coffee table were still blooming, their bright yellow petals gleaming softly under the lamplight.

Bo Yan stood by the sofa, looking down at her.

It took me a long time to come to my senses.

He bent down, ready to pick her up.

My gaze swept across the television screen, and I paused.

The drama "The Heart-Fluttering Forensic Doctor" is being rebroadcast.

The scene showed the chaotic graveyard. She was pushed to the ground, her face pale, and sweat beading on her forehead. Meng Qing rushed over and helped her up, asking her, "Are you alright? Don't push yourself if you can't handle it."

A complex light surged in Bo Yan's eyes.

The woman on TV had cold sweat streaming down her face, but she just shook her head, squatted down again, and finished the last bit of work.

At that time, he was far away in England and not by her side.

Bo Yan glanced down at her left foot.

After the cast was removed, that foot became noticeably thinner, and I started to limp a bit when I walked.

He crouched down, reached out, and gently placed his hand on her ankle.

My fingertip brushed against that small patch of skin, very lightly, with a warm touch.

Mu Siwan's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyes.

The living room lights were a bit too bright, so she squinted and slowly focused her gaze.

Bo Yan squatted by the sofa, head down, his profile outlined softly by the warm yellow light.

"Bo Yan..."

Mu Siwan spoke, her voice still hoarse from just waking up.

He looked up at her.

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Siwan was stunned for a moment, and her ankle curled up slightly uncomfortably in his palm.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Bo Yan hummed in agreement, then fell silent again, continuing to gently massage her ankle.

After a long silence, he said, "I'm sorry I couldn't be by your side then."

Mu Siwan stared at him, unsure of what to say.

She didn't expect him to apologize for that.

"It's alright," she said carefully. "You're busy with work."

He paused, then added another sentence.

"Besides, you have no obligation to be by my side all the time. We two are, after all, not related—"

The words "non-interference" circled on the tip of her tongue before Mu Siwan swallowed them back down.

Bo Yan seems to dislike this word.

"We are all independent individuals," she put it another way.

The TV screen switched to that scene—she was being carried into the police car, Meng Qing bent down to put her inside, and the camera captured it very clearly—her face, his profile, the action of him bending down to put her in, and the glance he gave her before closing the car door.

Bo Yan withdrew his gaze, his eyes calmly landing on Mu Siwan's face, and asked.

"Who has it?"

"……what?"

"Who has an obligation to stay by your side?"

"Of course—"

There was no one there.

But Bo Yan didn't give her a chance to finish speaking.

He leaned down and kissed her.

It wasn't a gentle probe, nor a restrained touch. The kiss was deep and heavy, carrying a force that had been suppressed for a long time. Bo Yan's tall figure enveloped her completely, completely blocking Mu Siwan's view of the television.

Tender, forceful, crushing.

Mu Siwan tilted her head back, accepting the sudden kiss.

His tongue pried open her lips and teeth, hooking and entwining with her. She gripped his shirt tightly at his chest, her knuckles turning white.

He released her after an unknown amount of time.

"Mu Siwan".

He called her name, his voice hoarse beyond belief.

Mu Siwan was panting, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly swollen.

"I am your husband." He stared intently at her, emphasizing each word as he retorted, "If I don't, who does?"

Does anyone else have it?

The man's kiss landed again.

Mu Siwan was so stunned by his kiss that her head was spinning.

she does not know.

Just like she didn't know why Bo Yan suddenly wanted to kiss her now.

-

Mu Siwan was carried to the bed.

The lights dimmed, leaving only a warm yellow lamp by the bedside.

His kisses landed, different from those in the living room. Before, it was plunder; now, it was soothing. Little by little, from the center of his brow to the tip of his nose, from the corner of his lips to his chin, slowly moving downwards.

Her breathing became erratic.

"today……"

Mu Siwan was about to say something when he kissed her back.

He released her lips and pressed his forehead against hers.

"It's not Sunday today," Bo Yan said for her, his voice low, "but I want to do it, to do it with you, Mu Siwan."

It's not Sunday.

It's not the day that's circled on the calendar.

It was his idea.

Do it with her.

When she heard those words, she was stunned for several seconds. In those few seconds, his hand had already slipped inside her clothes, his fingertips tracing the roughness of her skin, the calluses on his skin, moving upwards from her waist.

Finally, it lands on the lower back, pressing down on that most sensitive spot.

Just a gentle press.

Mu Siwan couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

He looked down at her, a smile in his eyes.

"You thought so too, Mu Siwan."

She didn't say anything.

She simply raised her hand and put it on his shoulder.

-

Mu Siwan doesn't remember much about what happened after that.

She only remembered that his kisses were very light, as if he was afraid of hurting her. But his movements were not gentle, as if he wanted to carve something into her bones. She was turned over and over, disassembled and crushed, and then gently brought back together.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, falling on the man's back. The black-browed serpent snake writhed in the light and shadow, its scales bulging slightly as his muscles tensed.

Midway through, Bo Yan, his forehead damp with sweat, suddenly stopped.

"Mu Siwan".

She opened her eyes.

"Do you remember what you said to me when we first met?"

Mu Siwan looked at him, her eyes unfocused, her mind blank.

First time meeting?

Sunlight, a coffee shop, he leans against the window flipping through a magazine.

and then?

What did he say?

We won't discuss feelings. We won't interfere with each other's lives. We'll treat each other with the utmost respect.

Miss Mu, as long as you adhere to these three principles, we will maintain a long-lasting and stable marital relationship.

Mu Siwan remembered those words. Every single one of them.

But she couldn't remember what she had said.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Bo Yan deliberately used force, lowered his head and bit her earlobe, gently rubbing it.

"you say--"

He paused, his voice muffled as it reached her ear.

"If we get married, my body will belong to you."

Mu Siwan trembled all over.

He stepped back slightly, pinched her chin, and made her look at him.

Those eyes held a deep, dark color, and an almost imperceptible smile.

"How is it?" he asked. "Are you satisfied with this body?"

Mu Siwan raised her hand, her fingertips trembling as she traced the snake pattern on his back.

The scales were slightly raised, and the skin was burning hot.

"satisfy."

I'm very satisfied.

She was so satisfied that she wanted to keep it forever.

She was so satisfied that she silently recited those three principles to herself once more.

We won't discuss feelings. We won't interfere with each other's lives. We'll treat each other with the utmost respect.

Only by strictly adhering to these principles can they maintain a long-lasting and stable marital relationship.

Long-term and stable.

She and Bo Yan.

Mu Siwan clung to his shoulders, tilted her head back, and kissed him forcefully.