A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

He had just opened the window to let in some fresh air, and there was still a faint, pleasant scent lingering in the room.

I left in a hurry, leaving the kang (a heated brick bed) in a mess, my nightgown hanging on the edge, and nothing tidied up.

She was sleeping with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, her hair disheveled, and her small lips slightly swollen, a vibrant red that looked like they had been ravaged.

Two snow-white arms were draped outside the blanket, with various bite marks and hickeys distributed on the shoulders, collarbone, and large areas of skin on the chest.

Her slender, white wrist looked as if it had been gripped tightly by another large hand, turning a bluish tinge from abuse.

Zeng Yumei's pupils contracted slightly, and she stepped forward to touch her forehead to check its temperature.

Scalding hot.

She's been through this before, so she naturally knows what happened.

Gritting her teeth, she turned around and slapped her son hard across the back: "You idiot!"

The slap was quite forceful. Xiao Jingye stood there, head bowed, not daring to utter a word.

He looked worriedly at his wife on the kang (a heated brick bed), feeling extremely guilty.

Enraged, Zeng Yumei pinched his arm again, scolding him in a low voice, "A girl's body is delicate, how can she withstand such torment?"

Xiao Jingye was overwhelmed with shame and remained silent, pursing his lips.

He never expected her to have a high fever.

He was a bit out of control, but how could he possibly hold back? If he could hold back then, he wouldn't be a real man!

In one night, through a combination of coaxing and deception, he put into practice all the tricks and lewd scenes that he had imagined hundreds of times in his mind.

Xiao Jingye thought to himself that he really was a bastard.

After checking her temperature, Zeng Yumei found the fever reducer that the doctor had prescribed when Xiao Jingye had a high fever and had him feed it to Qingyan.

Xiao Jingye washed a warm towel and wiped his wife's neck, arms, and legs repeatedly.

His fair skin was covered with glaring hickeys, and his collarbone bore the purplish-blue marks of his fingers and teeth from his forceful grip.

The girl lay limply on the kang (a heated brick bed), her long eyelashes drooping, looking both pitiful and obedient.

Xiao Jingye gently placed the towel on her forehead.

Looking down at those slightly swollen lips, he couldn't help but lower his head and give them a light kiss.

He went to the village doctor and came back with a tube of ointment to reduce swelling and relieve pain.

In the bedroom, Qingyan's temperature dropped shortly after taking the medicine.

When Xiao Jingye came in with the ointment, she seemed to be in a dream, sniffling and sobbing softly.

"What's wrong, honey? Are you feeling unwell?" Xiao Jingye asked anxiously as he approached her.

The girl mumbled incoherently, "Ugh...no...Xiao..."

Xiao Jingye pursed his lips and turned the towel on her forehead over; she must have been dreaming about what happened last night.

He washed his hands, held the tube of ointment, drew the curtain along the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and slowly bent down to apply the ointment for her.

Qingyan felt intense discomfort in her sleep, her delicate brows furrowed, and her eyelashes trembled.

Her voice was a little hoarse; she had been shouting too much last night.

The other person seemed to be full of energy, brimming with savage strength. They made a ruckus, on and off, for almost a whole night.

When Qingyan opened her eyes, she saw him getting up with the ointment in his hand.

"Beast."

That was the first thing he said to her when she woke up.

The voice was very faint, with a hoarse quality.

She glared at him listlessly, like an angry little sick cat, languid and not at all intimidating.

Xiao Jingye covered her with the thin blanket again, propped his arm above her, and checked her forehead temperature; the fever had subsided.

"Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

"Beast."

This was her second sentence, spoken casually. Then came another resentful glare.

Xiao Jingye suddenly smiled.

"Still dare to laugh? Are you happy?" Qingyan glared at him, then added, "You beast."

She had never seen such a crude, vulgar, reckless, and rude man.

Whenever she sees him, the scene from last night involuntarily flashes through her mind.

A barbaric, ugly thing.

It doesn't match the handsome face in front of me at all.

"Honey, I'm sorry," Xiao Jingye whispered in her ear, "I was laughing because I thought you were cute."

"I was wrong last night."

"But you seem to enjoy it too."

Qingyan's ears turned red instantly, and she raised her hand to slap him across the face, but with little force, like a cat scratching.

She shifted her body, and the pain made her gasp. She said awkwardly, "I didn't enjoy it."

Xiao Jingye was furious.

His face darkened, and he stared intently at her: "If you weren't satisfied, then go ahead and—"

Before he could say anything, the girl covered his mouth.

"Say that again!" Qingyan glared at him angrily.

Xiao Jingye kissed her fair and soft palm: "Wife, you really can't blame me for this. The book says that when a woman says something, she means she wants it. I was just thinking that when you kept saying it, you just wanted it."

Qingyan's ears turned red, and she frowned deeply: "You scoundrel!"

She ate both lunch and dinner in bed, and Qingyan was too ashamed to go out while listening to Zeng Yumei's voice.

Firstly, she felt completely weak, with soreness and pain in her lower body, so she simply stayed in bed to catch up on sleep.

Secondly, she felt ashamed. Her body was covered in ambiguous scars that she couldn't hide.

She was fed spoonful by spoonful without even lifting her wrist. With just a glance, he knew whether she wanted water or a certain dish.

Zeng Yumei cooked porridge for dinner.

Xiao Jingye brought the thick bowl of white porridge to Qingyan. Halfway through, when he was letting it cool down, his hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of warm porridge fell onto Qingyan's thigh.

The two stared at the few drops of white porridge for a few seconds, stunned.

Qingyan blushed first, and when she looked up, she saw the man's Adam's apple bob slightly.

Xiao Jingye tore off the tattered bed sheet and washed it himself.

While washing the sheets, he had a perverse thought: these sheets shouldn't be washed; they should be hidden away.

Every first time is worth remembering.

Qingyan lay in bed for a day and a night. On a weekend morning, as the first rays of sunlight fell, Xiao Jingye gently pulled his arm out from under her head.

Just as she was about to throw off the covers and get up, she suddenly mumbled sleepily, "Where are you going?" Her voice was nasal and sounded soft and sweet.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips twice, gently brushing aside the stray strands of hair from her forehead with his fingertips, and whispered:

"You keep sleeping. I'm going into town to deliver some goods. I'll be back to keep you company before noon."

"Who wants you to come with me?" Qingyan muttered, burying her face in the pillow, too lazy to even open her eyes.

Xiao Jingye curled his thin lips: "Is there anything you need to buy? I'll bring it back for you."

"My fountain pen is out of ink, I need to buy a new one."

"it is good."

He couldn't bear to get up, and his hand caressed the rounded curves of the girl's buttocks through the blanket.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is XX still in pain?"

Qingyan's face flushed instantly, and she let out a soft, cat-like murmur, covering half her face with the blanket: "You're not allowed to ask!"

Early in the morning, vulgar words just come out of his mouth.

Although it wasn't the first time she'd heard that word from him, Qingyan still felt very embarrassed.

Xiao Jingye looked at the girl's charming face and laughed without restraint.

He gently pressed his palm against her stomach and whispered in her ear, "Could it be that you're already pregnant?"

"No," Qingyan retorted instinctively.

Xiao Jingye looked up at her intently, his eyes dark, and gently pressed his palm down, stroking her smooth belly a few times: "I think so."

Finally, after being slapped a few times, he got up, got dressed, and rode away on his bicycle.

Qingyan discovered that this man was just a jerk; he only felt at ease after she had to provoke him and hit him a couple of times.