Chapter 6: Battle On The Bed

    As dawn was about to break before the sun peeked over the horizon,

    Ling Wei slowly opened her eyes softly upon hearing the sound of wood knocking five times, signaling the time accurately.

    The young woman quickly gathered her wits, not wanting to waste time being groggy. She woke up slowly but was startled when she met the dark gaze of someone beside her.

    That person was lying there, looking at her with an intense gaze, his face grim and ears flushed red, his upper body bare, muscular, and imposing.

    Was he not cold? Why was he not covered with a blanket?

    Ling Wei looked at the large figure beside her, tentatively and fearfully, just as before, and gently reached down to grab the blanket from her side and kindly draped it over him. This was because she had commandeered his bed and blanket to cover herself alone.

    Feng Xinyang woke up feeling extremely irritated, his mood clearly visible on his face. She was his, even if it had been through wrongful means, and they were indeed married correctly. Moreover, last night had been their wedding night.

    Why did he feel like such an unfortunate man?

    Why so miserable!

    He had to spend the entire night in discomfort because there was a soft, warm body next to him, breathing into his ear all night until morning.

    And look at her actions now. She even extended her hand to cover him with the blanket until her soft chest brushed against his arm. Was she trying to tempt him in the early dawn? He was supposed to take her to pay respect with tea to his parents, who were probably already waiting for them in the main house, wasn't he?

    With the unresolved feelings from last night still lingering and her creating new tensions in such limited time, was she causing him more tremendous trouble again? Was that it?

    The owner of the grim face and deep, turbulent emotions spoke in a low voice.

    "How dare you?"

    Ling Wei, puzzled upon hearing this, wondered, couldn’t she cover him with a blanket?

    Why was he so hard to please?

    The young woman exchanged looks with the man beside her for a moment before deciding to pull the blanket back to wrap herself tightly, showing only her eyes and then moving slightly away from him in submission. She should not make him angry.

    Seeing this, Feng Xinyang's mood grew even more turbulent. When his bride moved closer to him, acting coy and then retreating as if repulsed, as if he was some sort of joke to her, he knew he had to teach her a lesson!

    Having thought so, he flipped over and pinned her down.

    Ling Wei gasped in shock, not expecting her groom to suddenly flip her over and pin her down like this. He leaned down close, his hot breath brushing against her face, his sharp eyes and prominent nose moving closer, causing her heart to flutter and her breath to jam.

    The young woman reached up to grasp his jawline firmly, fearing his handsome face would come crashing down on hers.

    Feeling the soft hands restraining him at his jaw made him feel as if he was being prodded by fire. Thinking it was time to quickly finish up so they could perform the tea ceremony.

    Feng Xinyang thought so while leaning in even closer to her. Ready to deal with his bride as he deemed fit, he intended not to let the meat before a tiger go uneaten.

    Ling Wei's eyes widened as his face came closer to hers, forcing her to exert all her strength to hold his face away.

    Feng Xinyang felt the gentle resistance at his jaw, so he reached out with his large, powerful hands to grasp both of her wrists, pulling them above her head.

    Let's see who would win this. Humph!

    The young man leaned in, intending to continue dealing with his bride, aiming to press his lips against hers to satisfy all the rights he had.

    Ling Wei instantly turned her face away as the red lips of the man she had married moved down like that. She could not bear it, even though they had been intimated before, even though they were now married.

    But she was... so terrified.

    She had been in pain for a long time after they made love at the inn that day; it hurt so much that she struggled to walk.

    He was so big...

    "No, please! I'm not ready yet,"

    she cried out in a sweet, trembling voice.

    "How can you not be ready? Stop pretending," Feng Xinyang snapped back harshly, not listening and spoke menacingly. By dodging his lips, she tilted her alluring cheek to him. He leaned down to kiss her on her flushed, tender cheek irritably. After tormenting him all night, he was not going to let her go.

    "I'm not pretending, I'm truly not ready. Please, let me go," Ling Wei pleaded in fear. The pain in her midsection from that night was something she wished to tell no one.

    Struggling under his heavy, imposing frame was difficult for her. She squirmed helplessly, her face turning side to side to avoid his hot breath and fiery kisses. Her legs tried kicking, seeking to escape his grip.

    Feng Xinyang, towering above with brute strength, found her defiance intriguing. It was a novel experience for him,

    a battle on the bed upon waking up, which only excited him more.

    "No, let go." Ling Wei, with her wrists pinned above her head and completely overpowered, could only cry out and dodge his face left and right. She felt an overwhelming heat, his nose and lips were burning hot, as were his hands and body, heating her up completely.

    "You are my wife now; you have no right to refuse," declared Feng Xinyang, the untamed man.

    He felt no need to be gentle. Being headstrong with his wife was his prerogative.

    He continued to press kisses down her cheek, her neck, and her earlobe, intensifying his instinctual pursuit as she tried to evade his advances.

    "I may be your wife, but it's morning now,"

    Ling Wei tried to reason, her face flushing red, along with her neck and ears, burning brighter than the cherry, her body aflame as it was pinned under him, especially her slender legs trapped by his heavy ones against the mattress.

    "Why didn't you do it last night when you had the chance?" she argued. With daylight revealing their faces and bodies to each other, her embarrassment intensified.

    "You were asleep, unaware, refusing to wake up and fulfill your duties as a bride to her groom, making me spend the entire night in discomfort,"

    Feng Xinyang shamelessly admitted.

    "You said it yourself; you just lost to me. We agreed not to give in to each other again,"

    Ling Wei continued to argue.

    Feng Xinyang pulled his face away from her neck to look down at her with a glare.

    "That's precisely it. I've never had to give in to anyone in my life. Remember your fault," he growled before leaning down again.

    Ling Wei could not escape his nose and lips; he kissed her cheek, her neck, leaving warmth with every touch. If only he had acted last night, she would not have had to endure the cold. His reasoning was utterly unfathomable.

    "It's not the right time, no," the woman firmly insisted. If anything were to happen, it should be at night, when the cool air would be more appropriate.

    But Feng Xinyang was not listening at all. The soft, fragrant body of his wife was blinding him with desire. It would not have been as enjoyable if he had simply taken her, in her sleep the night before.

    With that thought, he continued to shower his fragrant wife with kisses.

    Their struggle and resistance against each other's embrace caused the bed to creak and sway back and forth,

    leaving the servants outside the chamber red-faced and dizzy from retreating too quickly.

    The servants cleaning around Feng Xinyang's courtyard could not hear the arguments, but the unmistakable sound of the bed's creaking was evident.

    Inside the bedroom, where sultry noises, created fervor among the servants, was creating a similar fervor between the man and woman on the bed.

    Feng Xinyang felt an increasing heat every time he touched her smooth skin, without any intoxicants to blur his senses.

    He felt that the woman under him ignited passions far beyond any stimulant could.

    Had there been no aphrodisiac that night, it was uncertain if he could have restrained himself.

    Now, Ling Wei was feeling just as heated and agitated as him. Despite her struggles, she achieved nothing; her husband pinned both her wrists with one hand while with his other, he successfully removed her clothes.

    His hot breath and kisses, initially on her cheek and neck, now ventured lower to her chest,

    making her shudder more intensely than before. She vaguely remembered how enduring his strength was, and if they were to consummate now, when would they manage to perform the morning tea ceremony?

    "No, let me go," Ling Wei still tried to stop him, even though her beautiful face was now heaving with rapid breaths from her mouth and nose.

    Feng Xinyang ignored her protests, continuing to press his face, nose, and lips against her soft, voluptuous body, his hand roaming over her until it reached the tender flesh at her midsection.

    Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

    The battle on the bed ceased.

    "Big brother!"

    "…!!!"