Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband
Chapter 170: 144 Ouch...

Chapter 170: Chapter 144 Ouch…

Both were novices, but it was obvious that Ji Sang was completely passive, her only experience of seeing how the pig runs was that time she watched… with Sister in the home theater.

But she was drunk at the time and had long forgotten the details.

Everything she faced now was mysterious and unknown.

Fu Yisi was like a patient guide leading the way.

Previously impatient, the man slowed down his pace once he actually lay on the bed.

The man’s kisses became delicate yet coherent, ceaselessly leaving marks on Ji Sang’s body. Now in the heat of summer, Ji Sang wore a spaghetti strap nightgown that barely reached her knees.

It was from the same series as the one she wore the first time she stayed overnight at the Fu Family’s house and shared a bed with him.

The color was the same, but this version was even cooler.

Fu Yisi was obviously aware of this.

He lowered his head, bit off the strap of her nightgown with his teeth, and chuckled softly, his chest also trembling slightly.

“Intentional, huh?”

The hot breath hit Ji Sang’s sensitive neck, causing her body to arch slightly, her hands tightly gripping the bedsheet beneath.

Ji Sang’s moist eyes fluttered, attempting to escape Fu Yisi’s searing gaze, but there was no escape.

The man’s eyes were deep and dark, possessing a special magic that made it impossible to extricate oneself once their gazes met.

Unable to escape, Ji Sang had no choice but to close her eyes.

“No… it’s not”

Fu Yisi gave a short laugh, not in a hurry to force her to admit it at this moment.

Ji Sang always had high standards for her nightgowns, choosing only the finest materials—silk satin that was not only smooth but also cool to the touch.

But the man’s hands were exceptionally hot.

Different from the coolness she was used to.

This burning heat through the clothes made Ji Sang start to panic.

Every place the man touched began to tremble.

It had hardly begun, yet Ji Sang was already struggling to cope. For a moment, she wondered if she could make it through the night smoothly.

Fu Yisi was also inexperienced, but his identity as a doctor gave him the knowledge that sufficient foreplay before making… love was necessary to prevent pain for the woman.

And would make the first experience better.

Yet, this foreplay made Ji Sang gasp for breath.

She was too sensitive, and her skin was too tender. Fu Yisi had just removed her nightgown, and her entire body’s skin was glowing with a tender pink hue.

The light was dim and warm, but Ji Sang still found it piercing. She curled up, her body shy and her eyes tightly shut, her voice quivering.

“Turn off… the light.”

The man looked down, his eyes roiling with passion… desire. He took in every bit of Ji Sang’s charm, his jawline tensely clenched, his voice hoarse as his Adam’s apple bobbed several times.

Ji Sang was shy, so Fu Yisi obediently turned off the wall light.

Suddenly, the room’s lighting dimmed, leaving only the moonlight from outside the window.

Pure, gentle.

Such innocent and beautiful moonlight, yet when it fell upon the bed, it added endless ambiguity.

After turning off the light, Fu Yisi slowed down completely.

He leisurely untied the belt of his bathrobe, gazing down at the little woman beneath him.

Ji Sang was beautiful.

He had always known that.

But now, in this state, tender and vulnerable just for him, she was devastatingly beautiful.

This was his Ji Sang, belonging only to him.

For the first time in his life, the man felt his blood boiling, the heart beneath his left chest pounding wildly.

Ji Sang felt shy under his gaze, her body curled up, toes also tightly clenched.

She didn’t dare open her eyes, her mouth opened, but she didn’t know what to say.

Just as she thought of pulling the blanket over her body, the man leaned down and kissed her lips deeply and heavily.

No need to speak; there are no words left to say.

The man’s kisses gradually trailed downward, and his hands restlessly roamed.

…

At the moment of entry, Ji Sang couldn’t help but cry out in pain. She clutched Fu Yisi tightly, her hands on his head, trying to grab hold of his hair, but couldn’t manage to grasp anything.

“Painful…”

So painful.

The pain was so intense that Ji Sang couldn’t hold back, and tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

Fu Yisi forcibly stopped and reached up to touch her cheek, gently kissing her eyes.

He hadn’t expected that despite such a long foreplay, it would still hurt her so much. The man was struggling with discomfort himself but still tenderly kissed away the tears on Ji Sang’s face, continuously soothing her.

At this moment, only one question perplexed Ji Sang’s mind:

Didn’t Sister say this sort of thing is very comfortable, very pleasurable? Why is it so painful for her?

For as long as Ji Sang’s brows were furrowed in pain, Fu Yisi halted for just as long.

Until he nearly reached his limits of restraint, his voice hoarse as he gently bit Ji Sang’s lower lip,

“Ah Shang, is it okay now?”

Ah Shang…

Ji Sang’s eyelids fluttered.

This was the first time she heard the man calling her so intimately, even more heart-fluttering than the first time she heard him call her wife.

She shakily opened her eyes, seeing the sweat beading on the man’s forehead from his restraint, her heart throbbed. The discomfort in her body had receded a lot, replaced by a different kind of sensation.

Ji Sang didn’t know how to respond, and could only embrace the man’s neck, tilting her head up to tenderly return the kiss.

A silent affirmation.

Fu Yisi’s eyes instantly deepened, becoming intensely predatory.

He didn’t want to hurt Ji Sang.

But once started, it seemed a bit uncontrollable.

With each thrust, it felt as if he wanted to pour all his strength into her.

Ji Sang was jostled to the point of barely holding on, her hands clutching his broad back tightly, she even bit down on his shoulder.

“Gentle… a bit”

Fu Yisi turned his head and kissed her earlobe,

“Sorry.”

He really could not be gentler.

He had yearned for her for too long, and now that his wish was fulfilled, he naturally wouldn’t let go easily.

The room was filled with the sounds of the man’s and woman’s intermingled breathing.

Moonlight fell on the floor, casting fluttering shadows of the two figures.

Occasionally, the man’s baser instincts seemed to surface.

“Are you doing this on purpose, hmm?”

“No…”

The denial that Ji Sang was about to voice was cut short as the man suddenly slowed his pace, turning into a soft sob,

“…Yes.”

She had packed many nightgowns when collecting her luggage, yet she intentionally chose this particular one before taking a bath tonight.

Receiving the answer he desired, the man let out a low chuckle.

The man had an astonishing intuition in this regard; by now, Fu Yisi had total control.

Mastering the entire rhythm, Ji Sang could only be compelled to follow.

After just one time, Ji Sang was already exhausted to the point of weakness, but the man still seemed insatiable, kissing her gently intermittently.

Forehead, eyebrows, nose tip, lips.

Fu Yisi began to bite gently and persistently at Ji Sang’s collarbone, leaving behind a series of marks.

“Can’t take it anymore? Hmm?”