RPAGF Chapter 337 Strange bedfellows
Chapter 337 Strange bedfellows
Wen Jiayue didn't quite understand. What did he mean?
He always spoke in riddles, leaving her guessing what he meant. When she asked him, he wouldn't tell her, so she simply shut up.
"I'm going to wash up."
As soon as she stood up, Shen Fuhan grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto his lap with a slight pull.
Wen Jiayue shifted uncomfortably, and Shen Fuhan tightened his grip around her slender waist, choosing to let her do as she pleased.
He asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"
In this position, Wen Jiayue was almost at eye level with him, and hurriedly turned her face to the side.
But when they got too close, his breath soon brushed against her ear, and his deep voice was inexplicably alluring.
Wen Jiayue noticed her face starting to burn, so she lowered her head, not wanting him to notice.
But Shen Fuhan could clearly see that her ears were slowly turning red, like a crystal-clear ruby.
A quick glance down revealed a thin blush on her fair neck.
Even without seeing her face, he could imagine how charming her beautiful face must be at that moment.
Shen Fuhan raised his eyebrows slightly. Apart from when they were being intimate in bed or in front of others, he hadn't seen her act so shy in a long time.
Could it be because of this posture?
On ordinary days, whether or not there are maids present, they usually sit and talk in a proper manner.
He rarely held her like this while talking; he only remembered one time, the day he discovered the inscription was by Pei Huaijin.
However, he wasn't thinking about anything else at the time, and Zhao Zhao was also present, so he naturally didn't pay attention to Wen Jiayue's expression.
It was an unintentional act on his part; seeing that she was about to leave, he simply pulled her down.
Unexpectedly, a pleasant surprise followed.
A strand of hair suddenly fell down. Shen Fuhan came back to his senses and wanted to help her tuck it behind her ear. As soon as he raised his hand to touch the hair, she began to dodge away.
In the past, Shen Fuhan would have taken it as her rejecting his touch.
But she blushed today, and he knew she was shy.
Shen Fuhan insisted on lifting that strand of hair and slowly tucking it behind her ear.
During the process, I inevitably touched her ear, which felt as hot as a branding iron.
He casually pinched her earlobe and asked in a serious tone, "Why are you so hot?"
His hands were constantly kneading, and the subtle sound was clearly audible.
Wen Jiayue felt a tingling sensation on half of her body and hurriedly covered her ears with her hands, also enveloping Shen Fuhan's thumb and forefinger.
"Stop pinching!"
"I was just trying to cool you down," Shen Fuhan kissed the back of her hand. "Why don't you thank me, Yue?"
Wen Jiayue didn't want to talk to him anymore; she knew perfectly well how fast her heart was beating at that moment.
Half of it was because I was in a hurry, and the other half was because...
This signal is too dangerous; she cannot allow herself to become addicted.
Having been foolish for four years, she could no longer be moved by his momentary intimacy and tenderness.
Wen Jiayue struggled to her feet: "I already said I need to wash up, let me go..."
Shen Fuhan did not answer, nor did he let go; he would not let go of this hard-won opportunity.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice deep: "Tell me, why are you blushing?"
His voice was so clear, with a hint of gentle seduction, like a feather brushing against the ear.
Reason and emotion were tearing each other apart, neither side able to gain the upper hand. Wen Jiayue was on the verge of tears, unable to bear it any longer.
How could he do this?
He clearly doesn't like her as a person, he only likes her body, but he always does things that put her in a dilemma.
After she understood this, she tried very hard to stop liking him, and she thought she had succeeded.
But a single action, a single word, or even a single glance from him could easily shatter her reason.
Is it fun to tease her?
He had no idea how outrageous his actions were!
"Please, Shen Fuhan," her voice trembled with tears, "please don't do this."
Shen Fuhan froze slightly. In order to refuse his intimate actions, she actually cried?
Just as he was stunned, Wen Jiayue escaped his grasp and staggered before regaining her balance.
Shen Fuhan instinctively reached out to help her, but only managed to touch the hem of her clothes.
He stared at his empty palm, lost in thought for a long time.
Originally, on the day of her coming-of-age banquet, he had convinced himself that it was Pei Huaijin's wishful thinking and that Wen Jiayue was completely unaware of it.
But his actions just now shattered his illusions and dismantled his ridiculous ideas.
She can't accept intimate behavior on a daily basis, but she can accept sexual intercourse. Is she just fulfilling her marital obligations?
He looked at Wen Jiayue's flustered back as if he had committed some heinous crime and she was trying to avoid him at all costs.
But all he wanted was to win back her heart, nothing more.
If even this kind of action is not allowed... Shen Fuhan clutched his chest, which suddenly began to ache.
Just how much does she hate him?
"As one wishes!"
Wen Jiayue hastily wiped away her tears and called out to Ruyi outside the door to come in.
She knew that Shen Fuhan wouldn't do such a thing if there was a third person present.
Hearing the urgency in the lady's voice, Ruyi quickly pushed open the door and came in.
"Madam, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, the lady grabbed her wrist and hurriedly led her to the washroom.
Ruyi followed, completely bewildered, and said with concern, "Madam, please slow down."
After closing the bathroom door, Wen Jiayue finally breathed a sigh of relief and calmed her racing heart.
Ruyi looked at the lady in confusion, and was immediately startled.
Although the candlelight was dim, she could clearly see that the lady's eyelashes were wet, as if they were holding tears.
She stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Did the Marquis bully you?"
“No,” Wen Jiayue shook her head, “I’m fine.”
Ruyi dared not take it lightly. Upon careful reflection, she realized that when she returned to her room, the Marquis and his wife's expressions had become somewhat serious.
But she didn't hear any arguing, yet the lady cried.
"Don't ask anything," Wen Jiayue had calmed down a lot. "Help me wash and dress."
She was indeed too hasty just now, afraid that she would fall into false tenderness again.
She must always remember that Shen Fuhan doesn't like Li Zhilan, nor does he like her; he only ever likes himself.
His heart is impossible to warm; whether it's flirting or ambiguity, it's all just a whim of his.
If she falls in love again, she will only end up hurting herself.
Wen Jiayue slowly exhaled and buried her face in the wooden basin.
Ruyi was shocked: "Madam, I haven't added hot water yet."
Wen Jiayue ignored it; she needed cold water to help her regain her senses.
After washing away the makeup, Wen Jiayue made sure she was mentally prepared before letting Ruyi open the door.
Shen Fuhan remained seated. Upon hearing the sound, he looked up at her, his face showing a hint of emotion.
Wen Jiayue said softly, "Husband, go wash up quickly."
Shen Fuhan lowered his eyes and replied with an "okay".
It was as if nothing had happened.
As I came out of the bathroom, I saw Wen Jiayue with her eyes closed, holding Zhao Zhao as she slept.
Shen Fuhan knew she was pretending to be asleep, but he didn't expose her. He gently lifted the blanket.
No one spoke; only the sound of breathing, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, could be heard.
In the latter half of the night, Shen Fuhan listened to her breathing gradually calming down before closing his eyes.
Two years into their marriage, he experienced for the first time what it meant to be married but not to each other.