Chapter 172 - 18+

"Are you ready?" Yimei asked softly, standing beside the bed with the small wooden jar of balm in her hand.

Zhengyu looked up at her from the pillows, his dark eyes glittering under the dim glow of the single lantern. Seeing the sly, teasing glint in her eyes, a sudden thought crossed his mind. She’s always so bold, always teasing me and watching me squirm... Let’s see just how bold she really is when I turn the tables.

A slow, deliberate smirk spread across Zhengyu’s handsome face. "If you want to apply this balm properly tonight, wife, I should drag my trousers down so you can reach everywhere without the fabric getting in the way."

Yimei tilted her head slightly at his unexpected words. A faint, amused smile touched her lips, and she gave a casual shrug. "If you want them down, then no problem."

If he thought he was going to embarrass her, he had severely underestimated who he was dealing with.

Yimei set the jar down on the bedside table and climbed onto the mattress, kneeling right beside his hips. Without a single trace of hesitation, her slender fingers reached out, slowly loosening the ties of his trousers and pulling the fabric down his long, pale legs.

The room wasn’t fully lit, but it wasn’t completely dark either, the soft, warm glow of the lantern and the flickering orange firelight cast clear shadows across his skin. As she pulled the trousers past his thighs, she definitely had a clear, unobstructed view of his manhood resting against his inner thigh.

Zhengyu’s breath hitched slightly, his heart hammering against his ribs as he waited for her to blush, look away, or falter.

Instead, Yimei didn’t flinch or avert her eyes for even a second. Her dark gaze calmly lingered for a fraction of a moment before moving right up to meet his eyes, her smirk widening with cool, wicked amusement.

[HOST! It seems like he is trying to tease you!] Nine squealed loudly in her head, rolling with laughter. [Look at him holding his breath! He really thought he was going to make you blush and run away! But you are a very crazy person.. as crazy as you are you are also a very perverted person woman aren’t you!]

"Satisfied with the preparation, husband?" Yimei whispered softly, leaning down over him until her warm breath brushed against his collarbone. Her voice was smooth as silk, carrying a teasing bite. "Or do you need me to adjust anything else before we begin?"

Zhengyu swallowed softly, his throat dry. His plan to tease her had completely backfired, leaving him exposed under her.

Dammit Ah Cheng.. your advice didn’t work at all!

Yimei scooped up a good amount of the thick green balm.

Without breaking eye contact, she pressed her hands onto his bare skin, spreading the paste over his upper thighs and rubbing it all the way down his legs. She massaged him differently this time, pressing her thumbs firmly into the inner side of his thighs.

The moment the balm sank in, a wave of intense heat hit his legs like pure fire.

Zhengyu threw his head back against the pillow and hissed out loud in pain. His jaw clenched tight, and his hands gripped the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white. The balm was extremely hot, stinging his skin as it woke up his dead nerves.

Yimei saw him hissing in pain, but her hands didn’t stop. She kept massaging with steady pressure until his skin absorbed all the balm.

When she finished, she dropped the jar back onto the table. But instead of pulling away, her warm hands slowly wandered back up his legs, drifting dangerously close to his manhood.

Zhengyu’s breath caught in his throat. His face turned bright red as her soft hands hovered near him, but even though his heart was pounding, he didn’t stop her.

Yimei kept her eyes locked on his red face, a slow smirk touching her lips as she leaned in close to his ear.

"Your legs are reacting much better tonight, husband," Yimei whispered softly, her warm breath touching his skin. "Tell me... is it the medicine working, or is it just me?"

Zhengyu’s patience finally snapped. Before her fingers could move any further, his hand shot out and gripped her wrist tight, stopping her in her tracks.

With one swift tug, he pulled her straight down onto his chest.

Yimei gasped as she landed against him, her hands resting on his bare shoulders for balance.

Zhengyu looked up into her eyes, his face flushed and his breath heavy. "You really love playing with fire, don’t you, Yimei?" he rasped.

"I only play when I know I’ll win, husband," Yimei said smoothly, her smirk returning. "Are you mad because I hit a spot?"

"No," Zhengyu whispered, looking straight at her lips. "I’m just tired of hearing you talk."

Before she could say another word, Zhengyu cupped the back of her neck and pulled her down, pressing his lips firmly against hers.

The kiss was sudden and deep. He held her tight against his chest, taking away all her clever words.

[Oho! He actually kissed you!] Nine snickered inside Yimei’s head. [Look who finally took action!]

After a few intense seconds, Zhengyu ran completely out of breath. He had to pull his face away, gasping for air as his chest heaved heavily against hers.

Yimei looked down at his breathless, red face and burst out laughing.

"You ran out of air so fast, husband," Yimei teased, wiping her lip with her thumb and shaking her head. "You are a terrible kisser."

Zhengyu looked up at her, catching his breath as a faint smirk returned to his face. "You’re talking like you’re a pro."

Hearing that, Yimei let out a sharp smirk. "Are you challenging me?"

Before Zhengyu could even answer, Yimei leaned down and pulled his chin straight up, claiming his lips once again.

This time, she took total control of the kiss. She didn’t just press her lips against his, she parted his lips smoothly and slid her tongue inside, deepening the kiss into something long and hot. She moved her tongue against his with slowly, tasting him completely while her hand ran softly up his heated jawline.

Zhengyu’s eyes widened in brief shock before he melted under her touch. His breath caught in his throat, his mind going completely blank as the overwhelming sensation ran straight down his spine.

When Yimei finally pulled back, a faint silver thread broke between their lips.

Zhengyu lay there against the pillows, completely dazed, his chest heaving violently for air while his entire face burned dark red. He stared up at her, utterly speechless for once in his life.

Yimei wiped her lips with the back of her hand, looking down at his dazed expression with a triumphant, wicked grin.

"That, dear husband," Yimei whispered softly into his ear, her voice smooth as silk, "is how a pro does it."

Zhengyu was still in a daze, lying back against the pillows while Yimei sat right on top of his lap.

His upper body was completely bare. Yimei slowly traced her fingertips from the side of his neck, moving straight down across the firm muscles of his chest. Zhengyu just lay there, letting her touch him however she wanted. The cool, light touch of her hands against his warm skin made him completely forget about the burning pain of the balm on his legs.

Yimei kept tracing her fingers down his stomach, watching his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. Her hand drifted further down his long legs until her fingers found their way back to his manhood.

This time around, she didn’t just let her hand hover, she wrapped her warm fingers firmly around it.

Zhengyu’s entire body went stiff. A sharp gasp came out of his throat, and his dark eyes snapped open to lock onto hers. His hips twitched slightly under her grip, his hands clutching the bedsheets tightly as a heavy wave of heat ran through his lower body.

"Yimei..." Zhengyu rasped out, his voice low and heavy. His face was burning red as he stared up at her.

Yimei didn’t let go. Instead, she leaned down until her face was just inches from his, her lips curling into a soft smirk.

"What is it, husband?" Yimei whispered softly against his jaw, her thumb lightly rubbing over his skin. "Is the pro bothering you, or do you want me to stop?"