Tang Yue made room for him and nodded, "Exactly, our second meeting was in the alley, the third in the town; that time I was kidnapped, do you remember?"
"I really didn't expect to run into you then; it felt like you descended from the heavens." Tang Yue reminisced about that day.
Meng Siyu slowly leaned in and asked, "Did you fall in love with me then?"
Tang Yue pouted and counter-asked, "What about you?"
"It was love at first sight, of course from the moment I first saw you." Meng Siyu's eyes twinkled and he asked, "Your first glimpse of me wasn't by the river, was it?"
"Yes, it was." Tang Yue's voice carried a hint of guilt.
Back then, she had just been reborn a few days prior. Compared to the mature and steady Meng Siyu with a touch of white in his hair, his younger, more handsome self was a total shock to Tang Yue. To this day, she still feels that her gaze back then was overly startled.
"But the way you looked at me didn't seem like it was for the first time," Meng Siyu asked intently.
Tang Yue, not knowing how to explain her rebirth, decided to go all in, rolled over to be on top of him, leaned down and kissed him, muttering, "Isn't it said that a moment of passion in the spring night is worth a thousand gold?"
Tang Yue's initiative caused Meng Siyu to completely forget about the questioning, turning passive into active.
"Uh, something's poking me." Tang Yue felt something beneath her.
"Forget it." Meng Siyu flicked the blanket aside.
Red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds scattered on the floor, and all of Tang Yue's words were submerged in Meng Siyu's kiss.
His rough hands touched her skin, causing waves of trembles. Compared to his usual restraint, tonight was distinctly different, like a wild beast released from its cage and encountering delicious food.
"Wife."
Meng Siyu's husky voice sounded, his forehead against hers, and as he gazed into her dazed eyes, he whispered in her ear, "Call me."
"Si Yu." Tang Yue responded subconsciously.
"That's not right."
"Uncle Mo." Tang Yue continued.
"That's not right."
Meng Siyu kissed her lips gently and said, "Wife."
"Husband."
That instant, Tang Yue understood; her voice, which was originally crisp, turned soft and tender in that moment, and her eyes were no longer clear and bright, replaced by the seductive allure that followed passion. Even if Tang Yue was unaware, to Meng Siyu, she appeared breathtakingly beautiful, stunning to the point where he finally understood why so many heroes falter before the test of a beauty.
"Wife, you are finally mine." Meng Siyu said contentedly.
He had completely and thoroughly possessed his wife.
In the past, Tang Yue thought she was as described in books — indifferent, hating such matters. But every time, Meng Siyu would stir her emotions, and she had never rejected his advances.
Only at this moment did she realize, she didn't despise such matters, but rather didn't like Wu Xinming; she was just clinging to the bit of warmth Wu Xinming had given her at her most desperate time.
It turned out, giving oneself to a loved one was such a joyous and blissful thing to do; even though it was painful, seeing Meng Siyu endure and cherish her made her feel truly happy.


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