Chapter 373: A Gentle Kiss, Sweet as Honey

He was especially serious when reading, his brows faintly furrowed, clean fingers tracing over the white paper.

Because the curtains in the bedroom were closed, he had turned on the bedside lamp and was quietly leaning against the bed, reading.

Mo Shuifu approached while he was engrossed in his book, and she couldn’t help but squint her eyes. This man was naturally extremely handsome.

Smelling Mo Shuifu’s fragrance, Shen Shihan finally raised his head, slightly curling his lips.

“Ready?”

“Hmm, let me change my clothes.”

She reached for clothes in the wardrobe, and from behind her, her figure was delicate and graceful, with her half-dry hair draped over her shoulders, exuding an enticing floral scent.

While Mo Shuifu was retrieving clothes from the wardrobe, she didn’t realize when Shen Shihan had come up behind her.

“Shui Fu…” he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

He lowered his head, burying his face in her hair. The floral scent on her hair became even more refreshing, stirring his emotions. He inhaled the fragrance in her hair and the smell of the essential oil on her body, becoming increasingly intoxicated.

“We still have to go to the ball later.”

She pushed him, trying to pry his hands off, but his grip was too strong.

He turned her around, his large hands repeatedly caressing her hair. Once, her hair was very long, but after marrying him, she cut it short.

He didn’t like her short hair and hadn’t allowed her to cut it again. Thus, over the past two years, her hair had slowly grown back…

Desire clouded his eyes, her presence left him insatiable.

His warm hands caressed her hair, her back, her waist… each touch sent shivers down her spine.

After more than two years of being together, he knew exactly where her sensitive spots were.

Bowing his head, he kissed her earlobe. This place was her most sensitive.

“Hmm…” As expected, she moaned softly, pushing against him with more force.

He held her even tighter, preventing her from moving. His cool lips slowly moved from her earlobe down to her lips. He captured her lips, not giving her a chance to speak.

Their lips pressed tightly together, their breaths entwining, lingering, refusing to part. His skillful tongue pried her lips apart, tangling intimately with hers…

“Shui Fu…” In the depths of passion, he always enjoyed calling her name.

His voice was rich and deep, resonating in Mo Shuifu’s ears.

Initially, he kissed her lightly, and as she grew accustomed, his kisses rained down like a deluge.

Her fragrance wafted to his nose in waves, mesmerizing him.

“Hmm…” Mo Shuifu’s body gradually softened, her hands clutching at his waist.

Her kisses were still so inexperienced, even though he had been teaching her for two years, it remained the same.

The orange glow of the light fell upon them, the luxuriously decorated bedroom made them feel as though they were in a palace, radiating beauty everywhere.

Mo Shuifu gasped for breath from his kisses, blinking up at him, wanting him to let her go.

However, Shen Shihan’s eyes narrowed, and after releasing her lips, he kissed her neck, her earlobes again.

Just as she caught her breath, his lips pressed down again, firmly against her red lips.

“Shen, Shen Shihan…” She wanted to push him away, but his kisses left her disheveled.

He was already immersed in her allure, unwilling to let go. He held her face, the kisses deepening.

“Shihan… tonight…”

She wanted to say that there was a ball tonight, and with the way he was kissing her, how could she attend the ball later in the evening.

But each time she started to speak, Shen Shihan kissed her more intensely, not giving her the chance to talk.

It took her a great effort to utter the words.

“Shihan… There’s… a ball tonight…”

Gasping for breath, Shen Shihan finally let her go, but his forehead was still resting against hers.

“Then shall we… continue after we return tonight?” he said with a mischievous smile.

Seeing such a submissive Mo Shuifu, he was even more reluctant to let go. If it hadn’t been for her reminder, he surely wouldn’t have stopped…

But waiting until tonight was also good. After all, the night offered the most time.

“Are you still going to the ball?” Mo Shuifu pushed him away and reached for clothes again in the wardrobe.

She turned and took the new clothes out, ignoring Shen Shihan.

This time, when she turned around, he didn’t embrace her again; he feared one more hug, and he would become addicted.

Mo Shuifu quickly changed into her clothes. Afterward, she sat in front of the mirror to arrange her hair.

Shen Shihan walked up behind her, took the comb from her hands, and said softly, “Let me comb your hair for you.”

Mo Shuifu’s hands paused, and she was stunned for a long time. In her younger years, she had fantasized about someone who would comb her hair, who would style it for her.

Later, after she had given herself to him for money, she thought she’d never meet such a person again in this lifetime.

But now, under the light, he held the comb and whispered next to her ear, “Let me comb your hair for you.”

His voice seemed to come from a distant past, almost like a dream.

She didn’t move again, sitting quietly at the vanity, allowing the comb to pass through her hair over and over again.

After two years of marriage, this was the first time Shen Shihan had combed her hair, and he felt quite remorseful.

This time, he held the comb and meticulously took care of her hair.

Her black hair was long and smooth, easy to manage, never knotting as the comb glided through.

“Shui Fu, may we be together forever,” Shen Shihan whispered softly.

The orange light was like the color of dreams, his vow reminiscent of an oath in a dream; Mo Shuifu wasn’t sure how to respond to him.

Forever is an indefinite distance, and she didn’t know how far it was.

His movements were gentle, and every time his fingers slid through her hair, her entire body would tremble slightly. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Done,” he said with a slight curl of his lips after combing her hair.

“I want to put my hair up,” Mo Shuifu said, looking at the mirror.

“Let me try.”

Shen Shihan wouldn’t let her move, his hands lifting her hair. Her hair was soft and supple, and to his surprise, he was truly able to twist it into a simple bun for her.

“Take a look, how’s your husband’s handiwork?” Shen Shihan’s hands rested lightly on her shoulders.

“It will do.”

“Hmm? Can’t you just compliment me?” Shen Shihan pretended to be upset.

But Mo Shuifu chuckled, touching the bun and smiling at the mirror, “It’s quite good, I was just teasing you.”

“That’s more like it.”

No sooner had he spoken than Shen Shihan turned her shoulders to face him, and as their eyes met, he leaned in and kissed her lips gently.

The tender kiss was as sweet as honey.

She pushed him, “If we don’t leave now, we’ll be late.”

“Hmm.” He released her, his eyes shining like stars and the moon.

She cherished the way “we” sounded to him.

As they descended the stairs, the sky had just darkened, and the summer night was very serene. Mo Shuifu actually quite liked such summer nights.

But peaceful summer nights also held restless memories, like five years ago.

That summer night five years ago, she had nearly endured through pain and torment.