After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Chapter 354 Your gaze is only allowed to fall on me

After dinner, the two prepared to retire for the night.

Shen Fuhan used the same trick again, having Wen Jiayue apply perfume to him.

Wen Jiayue frowned and asked, "Can't my husband do it himself?"

“No,” Shen Fuhan placed the perfume in her hand, “I’ll help you later, you won’t lose out.”

Wen Jiayue: "..."

She had no intention of asking him for help.

She didn't move, and Shen Fuhan didn't urge her. He simply took her wrist, put it into the jar, and then placed her hand on his face.

Feeling awkward as he held her wrist and moved it around, Wen Jiayue had no choice but to help him.

Shen Fuhan asked, "When will the Duke of Ningguo and his family arrive tomorrow?"

"We arranged to meet at noon. We can have lunch together when they arrive," Wen Jiayue said, carefully applying ointment as she asked, "Didn't you read the letter?"

"I didn't look carefully."

At the time, his mind was preoccupied with the divorce papers, and he couldn't concentrate on the thin sheet of paper.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm. After being worried for so long, I can finally be honest with myself.

Thinking of this, Shen Fuhan moved closer to her and kissed her forehead.

"You've rubbed the perfume all over my nose!" Wen Jiayue glared at him. "What are you doing?"

"I just wanted to kiss you," Shen Fuhan chuckled, wiping the perfume from the tip of her nose. "Let's continue."

Wen Jiayue snorted, quickly finished wiping him off, and got up to go to the bathroom.

When she returned, Shen Fuhan was sitting on the bed flipping through a book. The candlelight was warm, but it couldn't affect him at all; he remained focused and indifferent.

Wen Jiayue was somewhat dazed. Normally, Shen Fuhan's expression was always indifferent and aloof, like the snow on a high mountain, which never melts.

He's been smiling all the time these past few days, and she's almost forgotten what he really is.

Wen Jiayue walked over while thinking, and Shen Fuhan turned around when he heard the noise.

When he looked at her, his sharp features instantly softened.

Wen Jiayue felt a little flustered and lowered her eyes as she walked towards the dressing table.

After sitting down, she discovered that the neatly arranged perfume balm had disappeared.

Shen Fuhan held up the perfume and shook it: "It's here."

Wen Jiayue composed herself: "Why did you take it there?"

Seeing that she didn't move, Shen Fuhan got out of bed, pulled her over, sat her on his lap, and covered her with a thick brocade quilt.

Wen Jiayue shifted uncomfortably, and Shen Fuhan grasped her waist.

"If you move around again, I can't guarantee what will happen."

"But you insist on doing this..."

“I like it,” Shen Fuhan unscrewed the lid, “Your gaze is only allowed on me, not on the bronze mirror.”

Wen Jiayue's cheeks burned. Was he still Shen Fuhan?

His words during the meal had already made her heart race, and now this happened again.

Wen Jiayue lowered her head in despair and buried her face in his chest.

Shen Fuhan did not urge her, but gently stroked her long hair, his chest filled with satisfaction.

After a moment, Wen Jiayue raised her head: "Come on."

Shen Fuhan chuckled and pinched her cheek: "Why do you look like you're ready to die?"

Wen Jiayue didn't speak, but stared at him intently as he applied the perfume.

Shen Fuhan would occasionally meet her gaze, his eyes always drifting down to her lips before he would restrain himself from looking away.

"Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Didn't you say that only my gaze was allowed on you?" Wen Jiayue said. "I did it, and you're not happy about it. Then I won't look at you anymore."

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes, and Shen Fuhan immediately lifted her chin.

“It’s my fault,” he apologized softly, then changed the subject, “but the way you’re looking at me only makes me want to kiss you.”

I thought Wen Jiayue would blush again, but to my surprise, she pursed her lips slightly and then quickly leaned in for a light kiss.

Before Shen Fuhan could react, she had already left.

He gazed intently at her, and Wen Jiayue explained, "I'll give you my kiss tonight."

"So this is it."

Shen Fuhan was somewhat disappointed, but he was content. It was a good thing that she took the initiative, so he continued to help her apply the perfume.

Once everything was done, Shen Fuhan carried Wen Jiayue to the inside, then got out of bed and put the perfume back in its original place.

He blew out the lamp, then lay back down and embraced Wen Jiayue.

"Go to sleep," he gently kissed her hair, "I'll wake you tomorrow."

Wen Jiayue was somewhat surprised to see that he didn't intend to do anything.

It had been several days since their last sexual encounter, yet he showed no sign of urgency, as if he had forgotten about it.

But she wouldn't remind him; she adjusted to a comfortable position and closed her eyes.

He also added, "Call me no later than 9:00 AM."

The Duke of Ningguo and his family are coming to visit tomorrow, and she has made careful preparations to avoid any mishaps, so she needs to check everything again.

Shen Fuhan responded with an "okay".

A good night's sleep.

So when Shen Fuhan woke her up with a kiss, Wen Jiayue only frowned and whimpered a few times before quickly regaining consciousness.

But she didn't want to get up. Shen Fuhan must have given her plenty of time to call her. She gently pushed him away and continued to close her eyes to rest.

“Ah Yue,” Shen Fuhan’s voice was a little hoarse, “it’s time to get up.”

Wen Jiayue murmured, "What time is it?"

"There are still two quarters of an hour until 9:00 AM."

His breathing was a little unsteady as he groped for her hand.

"If I don't want to remember, could you help me?"

Wen Jiayue opened her eyes instantly: "You..."

There are always some unexpected things when you wake up in the morning. If you don't want it, I won't force you.

Even so, he had already tentatively moved her hand over.

Wen Jiayue bit her lip and remained silent, neither struggling nor calling for a stop.

Shen Fuhan buried his face in the crook of her neck and chuckled softly, "Thank you, Ayue."

This wasn't the first time Wen Jiayue had done something like this, and she was quite skilled at it, but judging from Shen Fuhan's expression, it was as if it were his first time experiencing it, and he couldn't hide his excitement.

Soon, even Wen Jiayue's inner garment was half-undone in his excitement.

In the latter half, her hands were no longer of any use, and Shen Fuhan held her tightly, his breathing clearly audible.

Wen Jiayue was a little embarrassed, biting her lip and not making a sound.

It's a bit strange, though, that even after all this, Shen Fuhan didn't go all the way to the end, as if he just wanted to make her happy.

In the end, Wen Jiayue couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and it took her a long time to calm down.

Shen Fuhan brushed aside her slightly damp hair and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like it?"

Wen Jiayue didn't answer, and continued talking to himself: "I know you like it, your reaction doesn't lie."

"You're not allowed to say anything more," Wen Jiayue belatedly realized her face was burning, and subconsciously pinched his arm. "I'm getting up."

“Ah Yue is so heartless,” Shen Fuhan pecked her lips. “I’m not done yet.”

The exact time was precisely controlled at 4:45, just as 9:00 AM arrived, and Wen Jiayue lifted the covers.

Shen Fuhan put his arm around her waist: "Be careful your legs don't give way."

Wen Jiayue blushed and glanced at him, then retorted softly, "No way."

"No, not at all," Shen Fuhan kissed her again, speaking in a coaxing tone like he was comforting a child, "A-Yue is the best."