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Until she was lifted by a pair of strong arms, the low and gentle call in her ear brought her back to her senses.
She stretched out her delicate hand to rub her sleepy eyes, and after a long moment, she hoarsely said, "Uncle, you’re done with your work."
Shen Muhan picked up a nearby pole and lifted the red veil, revealing Xia Muxin's exquisitely made-up face and her dazed eyes.
Under Xia Muxin's gaze, he walked directly to the banquet table, poured two cups of wine, and returned to her, handing one cup to Xia Muxin. As she took it, he lightly flicked her forehead with his fingers and said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "What did you just call me?"
Xia Muxin blinked her eyes and then realized what she had said. Thankfully, the foundation covered it; otherwise, her face would have been as red as a monkey's bottom. After a pause, she softly replied, "Husband..."
Shen Muhan smiled with satisfaction. His smile was like a warm spring breeze, making it hard to look away. When Xia Muxin finally raised her gaze to him, he said, "Muxin, thank you. I have finally waited for this day. After we drink this cup of wine together, we will be husband and wife for life."
With that, he extended his hand holding the wine cup toward her. Xia Muxin knew exactly what he wanted to do and kept a gentle smile on her lips as she cooperatively reached out.
After they finished drinking from the cup together, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The candlelight flickered in the room, illuminating their faces exceptionally bright.
"Muxin..."
Shen Muhan swept his hand through the air, plunging the room into darkness. He wrapped his long arm around Xia Muxin and rested his chin on her fragrant hair, calling out softly.
A glass of wine down, Xia Muxin felt a bit dizzy, her body warm, yet her mind remained relatively clear. She glanced at Shen Muhan, whose face was slightly flushed, and drunkenly remarked, "Uncle, are you drunk?"
Only after speaking did she realize her mistake; she should have addressed him as "Husband" according to Shen Muhan's character. Just as Xia Muxin pondered how to smooth things over, Shen Muhan's intense presence loomed closer.
"It seems I must do something to make you remember this," he said, leaning in to seal her enticing red lips with his own.
Caught off guard, Xia Muxin found herself pushed onto the bed. His tall frame pressed down on her, a mix of dominance and tenderness as he inhaled her scent, his tongue playfully dancing with hers.
Though this wasn't her first experience, Xia Muxin felt incredibly nervous. She understood that after tonight, she would belong entirely to him, transforming from a girl into a true woman.
Shen Muhan swiftly tore away their wedding garments and tossed them aside. This was a day he had dreamed of countless times, even to the point of pain in his heart. Now, he could hardly wait; he placed Xia Muxin's hands above her head and took charge of everything...
"Uncle, do you know how?" she asked hesitantly.
After some honest exchanges and tentative explorations, Xia Muxin felt her body tense yet weak, drenched in sweat. At that moment, she had to peek up from Shen Muhan's chest and inquire.
Shen Muhan gasped for breath, sweat pouring down like raindrops. When Xia Muxin suddenly spoke up, he felt a wave of frustration wash over him. In that instant, he thrust his hips forward with force.
"Ah... it hurts..."
Xia Muxin felt as if her entire body was being torn apart; the pain made her want to curl up and hold herself tightly. Shen Muhan was equally distressed—his own urges were overwhelming while he struggled to consider Xia Muxin's feelings. He found himself frozen in place, unable to move...
Eventually, as Xia Muxin began to adjust, Shen Muhan unleashed himself like a wild stallion. Throughout that night, Xia Muxin felt as though she were being crushed by a carriage. Although the pain subsided and enjoyment crept in, it seemed excessive; did he not need any rest?
This experience taught her about Shen Muhan's prowess and the meaning of modern indulgence. Eventually, she even drifted off to sleep during the process but would awaken intermittently due to certain sensations. Each time she woke up, the man had not ceased his movements; rather, he continued his efforts without leaving her side.
Thus, the consequence of excessive indulgence led to Xia Muxin waking up the next evening from an aching body. Even after waking, she didn't want to move a single finger.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and Xia Muxin lay on the bed, covered with a thin blanket, her shoulders exposed. Her skin was flawless, smooth as cream, and the touch was irresistible—a feeling Shen Muhan had always cherished.
Even without opening her eyes, Xia Muxin knew who had entered. She merely fluttered her eyelids, showing no intention of waking up.
Shen Muhan lowered his gaze, feeling a twinge of guilt. He had indeed gone too far last night; his little wife's scent was simply intoxicating, making it impossible for him to stop. Moreover, since meeting Xia Muxin, he had read quite a few books on that subject, but he hadn't expected to lose control at the beginning. Yet he took pride in his endurance; he had lost count of how many positions they had tried last night, only knowing that he had nearly exhausted everything he had read.
“Muxin, um... does it still hurt?”
He set the basin aside, wrung out a towel, and approached the bed with a gentle yet indulgent tone.
Xia Muxin shifted slightly under the blanket. At that moment, she was completely bare beneath it; it was impossible not to feel shy during the day. However, she truly felt pain but didn’t know how to express it due to her bashfulness.
Shen Muhan understood she was shy and went to lock the door before lifting the blanket.
Xia Muxin gasped in surprise and instinctively curled up. But as soon as she moved, a sharp pain made her gasp again. She could only look at Shen Muhan with her clear eyes filled with grievance. Her body bore marks left by him—red and purple all over. Shen Muhan's eyes darkened immediately; he felt a tightening in his throat. He knew this feeling all too well. Taking a deep breath to suppress his desires, he said:
“Let me see. You applied medicine when it got light; it should have reduced the swelling by now... we need to change the medication...”
As he spoke, he realized his throat felt hot as if something were burning him. Meanwhile, Xia Muxin's delicate face was already flushed crimson.
Fortunately, those rosy lips were tinted with medicinal extracts that were reportedly edible. The two of them hadn’t even removed their makeup from last night before they got carried away. Remembering everything from last night made Xia Muxin even more reluctant to look at Shen Muhan. She pulled the blanket over her bare body and covered herself up. Shen Muhan chuckled softly but then reached for the warm towel from under the blanket and began gently wiping her down there. His movements were tender yet deliberate; once finished, he started applying medicine for her.
“Do you feel any better?”
After applying the medicine, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Xia Muxin's cheek before asking gently.
Xia Muxin initially wanted to complain about his lack of understanding regarding cherishing her but realized that Shen Muhan had endured for so long; it was only natural for him to explode once. After a pause, she simply nodded lightly.
The application of the medicine indeed brought considerable relief and felt pleasantly cool against her skin.
What does it mean to be bedridden for three days? Xia Muxin finally understood. Today marked the fourth day since her wedding, and ever since that night, she had been lying in bed without stepping out of the room. The moment her feet touched the ground, a sharp pain shot through her body. Shen Muhan had to carry her to the bathroom, and as for her meals, he personally took care of everything, attending to her every need.
It was a pity for Uncle Shen, who had just begun to enjoy meat but was now forced into abstinence. They shared the same bed every night, yet he could only look and touch but not indulge. There were times when he held Xia Muxin's hand, struggling with his own desires...
As Xia Muxin made her way downstairs, everyone was having breakfast. Upon seeing her, their eyes sparkled with uncertainty about how to greet her. Xia Muxin sensed the awkward atmosphere but didn't dwell on it. She hurried to the back kitchen to freshen up. Just as she reached the table, she spotted Shen Muhan emerging from the kitchen with a bowl of noodles, looking disheveled. Xia Muxin blinked a few times, recalling that breakfast had been different each day: the first day was plain porridge with goji berries and something resembling snow lotus; the second day featured egg noodles; and today, although it was noodles again, this bowl was filled with fragrant broth containing mushrooms and meat. Suddenly, she wondered if he had been making breakfast for her all these days.
Her gaze shifted back to her family at the table, who were eating rice porridge and steamed buns along with several plates of pickled vegetables. She noticed a bowl nearby with some bun crumbs, and her eyes suddenly turned red.
With such a husband, what more could one ask for?
"I told you to let me handle it," Xia Jihua said earnestly after finishing his meal. "This child insists on doing it himself every day. He probably has never cooked before; every time it's a flurry of chaos in the kitchen. But what he makes looks good and smells delicious—just smelling it makes you want to eat! Muxin, you are truly fortunate to have such a caring husband."
Everyone had seen what Shen Muhan did for Xia Muxin. He would hastily eat a few bites of breakfast himself while preparing different soups for lunch and dinner. He spent so much time serving her that by the time he finished preparing everything, everyone else had already eaten. Fortunately, they all felt sympathy for him and would leave some food for him.
At the same time, Shen Yu and his wife watched this unfold with satisfaction in their hearts; it seemed that caring for one's wife was indeed hereditary in this family.
—End of Chapter—
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