This kiss was truly aggressive.
Guan Yingtang was caught completely off guard, letting out a choked whimper from her throat.
Meng Qinghuai pressed into her lips and tongue silently but forcefully, leaving almost no room for resistance, sucking hungrily at every accessible spot.
Not satisfied with that, Meng Qinghuai even reached out to clamp her jaw, forcing her to lift her head, deepening and intensifying the kiss.
At first, Guan Yingtang was a bit panicked, but when that wet sensation swirled in her mouth, when his burning breath mingled with hers, her body began to tingle and soften in waves.
Her hands pressed against Meng Qinghuai’s chest, and her entire body trembled lightly.
She had wondered what it would feel like to kiss him, but never expected it to be like this.
Guan Yingtang didn’t quite know how to describe this feeling. He touched her lips without any barrier, with a kiss that was both gentle and fierce.
Her heart raced, her mind sank into a wonderful haze, and all she could hear was the ambiguous sound of lips and teeth parting.
Breath came rapidly, the air swirling wildly.
Guan Yingtang felt like she was about to melt into a puddle, barely able to stand. Meng Qinghuai caught her and lifted her onto the Certificate Desk.
She kept leaning back, her hands instinctively pressing on the Xuan Paper he had just been writing on.
With each wave of his invading kiss, the soft Xuan Paper crumpled helplessly in her grip, wrinkled beyond recognition.
She didn’t know how long it had lasted before Meng Qinghuai finally eased up slightly.
Both were panting lightly; Guan Yingtang’s cheeks burned red, and her lips glistened from the kiss. She lifted her eyes, breaking from her usual composure.
The desire in Meng Qinghuai’s eyes made her heart beat wildly.
Guan Yingtang didn’t dare meet Meng Qinghuai’s gaze directly. Just looking at him like that sent shivers crawling to her bones, engulfing her in a dense, numbing wave.
Meng Qinghuai extended his thumb and gently stroked the moisture on her lips.
An electric current traveled from his fingertip, shooting straight to her brain through her lips.
Guan Yingtang was clearer than anyone else about the truth— her gaze was far from innocent.
Her heart dared not admit it, but her eyes stared unblinkingly at Meng Qinghuai: his lips, his Adam’s apple, the faintly bulging veins on the back of his hand. It was as if some primal instinct was stirring; her heart raced and even her eyelashes trembled.
Breath flowing, she suddenly heard Meng Qinghuai whisper lowly, “Have we been neglecting something all this time?”
His voice was like fine sand poured into the ear, grinding together with hot breath along her earlobe. Guan Yingtang felt her entire body electrified.
She didn’t know what he meant.
As a Legitimate Couple, they had lived together all this time, and apart from one thing, they had almost experienced everything.
His gaze burned intensely, sending the most intimate invitation to her.
Guan Yingtang’s heart pounded fiercely.
It all seemed neither thrilling nor wild; she had already done her half-life’s rebellion when she registered their Marriage Certificate with Meng Qinghuai and moved in together.
Yet now, she impulsively wanted to go to bed with him.
But Guan Yingtang knew she wouldn’t refuse.
One cannot go against instinct, especially the pleasurable, joyful kind. She admitted that she was a person who coveted the physical.
Every inch of Meng Qinghuai was planted in her heart; this attraction felt primal, uncontrollable, and impossible to disguise.
So, in just a few seconds— before her breathing could even return to normal—Guan Yingtang lifted her eyes to look at Meng Qinghuai and then tilted her head up to kiss him actively.
This was her answer.
It was as if they were perfectly in sync. The fierce intensity, not yet quelled, surged again. Meng Qinghuai sat down on the chair behind the Certificate Desk, pulling Guan Yingtang onto his lap. Their lips opened and closed with endless demand.
He moved skillfully, easily sliding open the drawer beneath, retrieving a small box, and with one hand holding her, walked toward the Bedroom.
The short distance to the next room was filled with interrupted but unrelenting kisses.
Guan Yingtang wrapped her arms around his waist. Once inside, she was laid down heavily on the bed, barely catching a breath before another airtight kiss sealed her in.
Guan Yingtang was almost breathless, yet loved it so much. She loathed the dull and rigid life and wanted every kiss to be passionately intense, suffocating even.
Meng Qinghuai perfectly fulfilled her desire.
The Bedroom was filled with scorching air, rising and falling.
Meng Qinghuai was a masterful kisser, his lips and teeth entwined endlessly.
His palm covered the back of Guan Yingtang’s hand, his thumb slowly tracing her wrist, his fingertip wandering bit by bit over the softest patches of skin, as if feeling her rapid pulse or sending some kind of signal.
Neither hurried nor slow, gentle yet full of encroaching possessiveness.
His slender hands, usually so refined and abstinent when writing or signing documents, now completely enveloped her. Guan Yingtang’s heartbeat lost control.
She had actually wanted this scene. From the very first day they registered their Marriage Certificate, Guan Yingtang had realistically prepared to fulfill the duties of a couple.
She had imagined how reserved she would be, how shy she might pretend to be, and whether a proper lady should gently play coy during such moments.
But now that day had come, and she was utterly undone.
Guan Yingtang bit her lip, clearly realizing for the first time— there was no need to pretend.
The more composed a person was, the better they knew how to make others lose control.
“Who’s kissing you?” Meng Qinghuai’s breath brushed past her earlobe.
In the haze of their entanglement, Guan Yingtang’s consciousness was already somewhat unclear. Her eyes glistened with tears, and she didn’t know why Meng Qinghuai was asking this.
Her cheeks blushed fiercely as she sighed and whimpered, “…I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
She thought pretending ignorance might help her evade it, but Meng Qinghuai clearly had no intention of giving up. In the dim light, a bony hand intertwined tightly with hers.
“Who’s kissing you?” Meng Qinghuai asked again in a deep voice.
Guan Yingtang’s gaze blurred as she turned her face away, sulking, “You’re asking that on purpose.”
Meng Qinghuai directly turned her face toward him, forcing her to meet his eyes. His gaze was calm and clear: “I want you to say it.”
The outline of Meng Qinghuai’s broad shoulders and narrow waist cast shadows in the dim light. When Guan Yingtang lifted her eyes and met his gaze like this, a powerful shock reverberated through her body.
This overwhelming intimacy seemed to have no barriers. Just a simple look— nothing more— made her cheeks burn hot, as if she had drunk several bottles of strong liquor, dizzy and disoriented but willing to sink deeper.
Guan Yingtang tried to shake off the control he wielded over her and asked frustratedly, “Meng Qinghuai, do you think you’re really impressive?”
“I haven’t even started,” the man’s voice remained calm. “You can wait a little longer before judging.”
“…”
How could he be so calm?
Guan Yingtang grew even more annoyed. Suddenly noticing a small mole below Meng Qinghuai’s collarbone, she abruptly lifted her body and bit down on the spot.
But both her hands were restrained by Meng Qinghuai, and she only managed to lift them for a moment before falling back weakly.
She was gently and swiftly bitten back, like prey long since caught with no chance to escape.
Guan Yingtang had always thought Meng Qinghuai was like early spring snow— precious, cool, untouched by worldly desires.
Even in the most intimate moments between a couple, he would be composed and restrained, never losing the demeanor of a noble scion.
She had never expected that at times, he could harbor a passion so fierce it seemed it could burn, and she didn’t even mind calling it ruthless.
“Guan Yingtang.” The voice falling by her ear was as if tempered by scorching fire.
Guan Yingtang was momentarily stunned.
From what she remembered, Meng Qinghuai had always addressed her as “Miss Guan,” even after their relationship changed, he had never used any other name.
So distant, so unapproachable.
Even though they were already doing the most intimate thing in the world.
Guan Yingtang’s eyes reddened at the corners as she looked at him. “Don’t call me that.”
Meng Qinghuai hummed softly, lowering his eyes. “Then what do you want me to call you?”
Guan Yingtang swallowed and felt his husky voice searingly sexy. “My family calls me Yingtang, or Atang.”
Meng Qinghuai said nothing, leaning down to kiss her gently.
After a long while, he said, “I don’t want to be like them.”
Guan Yingtang’s body trembled uncontrollably.
“Tangtang.” Meng Qinghuai kissed the corner of her mouth, seeming to consider before tenderly and decisively calling her, “Tangtang.”
Hearing him call her that was like a secret whispered by her ear, making her shiver unexpectedly.
“Tangtang.” Meng Qinghuai looked into her eyes. “May I?”
He asked so politely, as if a gentleman’s courtesy was required before doing this.
Yet his actions were far from gentlemanly— everything could only be described as blunt and raw.
Guan Yingtang said, “If I say no, will you stop?”
“No.”
……
His handsome face revealed unabashed desire.
Guan Yingtang felt her entire skin burning, partly from the heat Meng Qinghuai radiated, partly from the fantasies she had always imagined, yet now dared not look at directly.
“Then don’t ask.” Guan Yingtang lifted her body slightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling them closer. “You can do whatever you want.”
……
At this moment,
From body to soul, they tacitly became allies, completely captivated by each other’s passion.
Guan Yingtang later regretted saying that one sentence—
—You can do whatever you want.
Meng Qinghuai wasted no time taking full advantage, truly doing as he pleased.
Guan Yingtang was like a delicate blossom caught in a storm, experiencing a strange, dangerous journey. She wanted to escape but couldn’t help sinking deeper.
Tonight, she had always thought Meng Qinghuai was composed and restrained in everything.
But after tonight, she knew he was not.
He repeated over and over, never tiring.
Yet between them existed a near-perfect harmony. She adapted completely to him, maintaining physiological synchronicity in many ways.
They resonated on the same frequency, souls connected, sparks igniting with a single glance.
Stronger than any moment before, a wave of intense happiness enveloped Guan Yingtang, and she instinctively called out Meng Qinghuai’s name.
“…Meng Qinghuai.”
His gaze dropped to hers. “You didn’t call me that during the day.”
Caught off guard, Guan Yingtang blushed slightly and looked at him with little confidence. “I…I was just joking.”
“I never joke.”
“…”
During the day, Guan Yingtang only wanted to see him helplessly teased. Who would have thought it would backfire so quickly— playing with fire and burning herself.
At this moment, Guan Yingtang couldn’t call out so freely like during the day.
She pressed her lips tightly, trying several times but still unable to say it. Seeing her hesitation, Meng Qinghuai thought of the forty minutes he had spent alone in the Study Room, of her joyful laughter with Jiang Peiming next door, and his patience snapped, surging with force.
Guan Yingtang blurted out, “… Lord!”
“Who’s your Husband?”
“Meng Qinghuai.”
Meng Qinghuai bent down, gently kissing her lips.
“Just remember that.”