Xiaoxiao was truly frightened by Yang Ming’s actions. She felt that today, Yang Ming was serious. Although she liked Yang Ming a bit, it didn’t mean they could progress so quickly. She was still underage.
Moreover, she couldn’t accept that Yang Ming didn’t like her yet still wanted to be intimate with her.
However, what she didn’t expect was that Yang Ming had no intention of stopping. Instead, he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, rendering her unable to move, as his face kept nearing hers.
Her heart felt like it was about to leap out. If she didn’t think of something quickly, it would really be over. In her panic, she shouted, "Yang Ming, I’m still too young. At least wait until I’m sixteen."
"..." Yang Ming’s hands paused and then released her. How could he have forgotten? He had promised his mother-in-law that his wife was too young and that he couldn’t hurt her just for a moment of pleasure.
He had really been muddled by anger from earlier. If his wife said sixteen, then he would wait until she was sixteen. Besides, her sixteenth birthday wasn’t that far off.
Seeing Yang Ming’s hands leave her, Xiaoxiao’s hanging heart finally settled. She had survived the danger.
"Alright, I won’t touch you anymore."
Hearing Yang Ming’s words, why did Xiaoxiao feel a bit disappointed now? Her mindset was completely different from earlier. If it weren’t for the fact that her original self was too young, and childbirth might be dangerous, she might actually have jumped on him.
"But I want to sleep holding you."
"..." That? Oh well, let it be then, just consider it a small perk for herself, "Okay."
She agreed? He had just said it casually, not expecting her to actually agree. Now he could hold his wife openly.
The two of them lay under the same blanket, Yang Ming using his arm as a pillow for his wife, holding her shoulders. He placed her hand on his waist, and they looked every bit the loving couple.
Their hearts were pounding in unison, surprisingly at the same rate, and they lay like that for a long time, unable to fall asleep.
Xiaoxiao only felt her makeshift husband’s chest was very hot. Oh dear, he couldn’t possibly be sick, she thought. Just then, she saw her makeshift husband’s hand grasping her own, his voice very deep, "Xiaoxiao, just this once."
The next day, they woke up early. Xiaoxiao felt a soreness in her wrist and, thinking back to last night, her face turned red. What had they ended up doing?
"Xiaoxiao, are you going to Xiangxiang Cloth Shop today?"
"No, I told them yesterday that I need to choose an embroiderer at home today."
"Okay, if you need anything, remember to find me at the Academy. You’ve worked hard on Li Fugui’s matter."
"Remember to tell my older and younger sisters-in-law that I did well." Yang Ming was in a very good mood, beaming, not forgetting to remind his wife.
"..." Hearing Yang Ming’s words, Xiaoxiao’s face flushed even more.
It seemed he really cared about this. He had tired her hand out, but who would specifically go and tell others about that? She wasn’t foolish.
Seeing his wife’s red face, was she feeling shy? Yang Ming’s lips curved up, and thinking back to last night, his face also turned slightly red. Although he hadn’t truly won his wife over yet, it had been a good start.
"I’m off, you sleep some more. You must be exhausted from yesterday."