I'll be quick

Love can come unexpectedly, like wearing thin clothes out on a walk under the heat of a summer's day, only to be caught in a drizzle a little while after. Sometimes it can be more sudden than that, like an incoming truck that you didn't realize had swerved onto your lane. And when you finally come to your senses, either your clothes are already wet from that rain, or that truck had crashed into you -- rendering you senseless.

That was what Ying Yue thought as she gazed at Fei Huangjin's sleeping form. Her hand lifted up to gently brush away the strands of hair falling over his eyes. He looked younger -- childlike, even -- when he was asleep. She couldn't even begin to describe how much his good looks became multiplied at the sight of him like this. Really, this man was too blessed beyond imagination.

I love you -- that was what he said. He didn't even know how much she wanted to tell him the same.

Ying Yue's cheeks started to turn red the more she stared at him as memories of last night filtered into her brain. How many times did they do it? Three? Four? She couldn't even remember clearly. She felt like passing out before she fell asleep.

She shook her head to rid herself of those perverted thoughts. Her hand shifted to cup his cheek gently, and Ying Yue leaned over to put a chaste kiss at the tip of his nose. Satisfied, she then pulled back and checked the bedside clock. It was already four in the morning.

Ugh, why did she tell Shenghui she'd get to work today at five?

She grumbled internally and sat up, pushing away the covers. But when she stood up, she staggered a bit and almost fell. "Ow, ow, ow." She leaned against the bedside table and winced at the soreness of her thighs and… down there. "Ah, sh*t."

"What's wrong?" Fei Huangjin got up from the bed and held her steady.

She looked at him and blushed instantly.

He didn't need to ask twice; her reaction said it all. "Are you sore?" She replied to him with a pout, which only made him chuckle. "It's still early, go back to bed."

"I can't. I have to go to work," she whined.

"Then I'll massage your thighs for a bit then run you a hot bath. Does that sound alright?"

She pretended to think about it for a moment and then nodded. It was too good to have a husband at your beck and call.

A moment later, Ying Yue was back in bed and lying on her stomach as Fei Huangjin carefully worked his magic on her thighs. They were stiff and painful, but the way he worked on them felt like the tight knots in them were coming undone. It felt so good that she couldn't stop herself from moaning out loud. "Ahhhh…"

He stopped.

Ying Yue struggled a little and kicked her legs weakly. "Why are you stopping? It was getting good!"

There was a rustle of clothes, and then she felt him press down on her. His lips appeared beside her ear, and his warm breath tickled her cheek. "I'm stopping because you were being naughty." His manhood poked against her entrance down there, making her alarmed.

Naughty? She wasn't even trying to seduce him in any way! "Hey! Huangjin! I'm still sore!"

He paused and bit his lip to control himself. "I'll be gentle…"

"I'm going to be late!"

"I'll be quick." He squeezed her waist gently. His words sounded a little desperate that she couldn't help turning red at the thought of doing it again. Well, she couldn't deny that she was getting a little turned on, too.

"Be… quick." She mumbled.

And before she knew it, she was back to moaning, her hands clutching the sheets like it was the one thing keeping her alive.