She recalled that she had been sharing a room with Ye Ling these past few days. It was quite normal for the average man to have this type of longing.
And so, Liu Duo moved about and found herself a more comfortable position to lie in. She began drawing circles on his chest. “Then, Yang, I’ll be using you as a lumpy mattress for the night. I’ll lie on you for the time being, so you better not move a muscle.”
With that she clasped his waist and fell asleep, snoring loudly on purpose.
“…” At that moment Ye Yang felt he might have just dug himself a hole.
Was this what she called ‘sleeping on him?’
He did not mean this kind of ‘sleep!’
He looked at the woman making deliberate snoring sounds, and the faint emergence of her dimples. His usually stoic face softened.
He knew she understood him, and yet she did this intentionally. He sighed. His little wife was so cunning and playful. How could he not like her?
He was ordered not to move, and he obliged. Liu Duo, with her eyes shut, was getting impatient.
How could he stay so calm with a delicate beauty right in front of him?
“Fan me please, Yang. I’m still a little hot!” Liu Duo twisted and turned her body. She swore she could force him to admit what he really wanted.
Ye Yang looked around the room and found the fan that had previously fallen on the other end of the bed.
How could he get his hands on that in his current condition?
Liu Duo snuck a peek at him when he did not react, only to find a familiar set of eyes watching her too.
She closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep, and then reminded him once more, “Yang, I said I want you to fan me. I’m hot over here.”
With one hand, she wiped her forehead, indicating that she was already sweating.
Ye Yang looked at the woman who was playing tricks on him. He flicked off her dark hair to one side and, eyes wandering back to the item at the foot of the bed, stretched a leg out in an attempt to reach for the fan.
And so Liu Duo could feel his body movements.
Ye Yang barely managed to get the fan hooked on his foot, but his arm could not reach it. “Naughty girl,” he said.
He slapped her buttocks gently, his tone one of adoration.
Keeping her in his embrace, he sat up and bent his body forward such that his arm finally got hold of the fan.
Liu Duo blushed at the sudden physical contact at her rear end. She did not expect Ye Yang to do that.
It was quite embarrassing.
Ye Yang did not lie back down when he attained the fan. Instead, he leaned against the bedside wall and began fanning the woman in his arms.
The two at that moment certainly resembled an adult coaxing a kid to sleep! What a harmonious picture! There was nothing odd about it.
“Yang, I can’t sleep with your position like this. You have to lie down.” Liu Duo moved about, unused to being held like this.
Ye Yang was already consumed by desire. The woman’s every movement only made him crave for more.
“Little Duo.” The low husky voice pronounced her name.
Her lips curled up. She loved how his wonderful voice became much manlier, because that meant his passion was burning.
“Yes?” She responded, her eyes half-open. As if on purpose, she whispered seductively by his ear, “Yang, lie down, will you? I can’t sleep like this.”
Ye Yang could feel his heart melt at the sound of that sweet voice.