My Pregnant Contract Wife Ran Away from Me!
Chapter 368: My Interest Is Particularly Strong in the Morning

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: My Interest Is Particularly Strong in the Morning

Fu Chenlie listened to Wen Ran’s words, only to feel a genuine sense of joy.

He chuckled lowly but asked back, without a shred of politeness, "Didn’t you sleep with me as well? It was my first time too."

Wen Ran turned her head to glance at him briefly, feeling utterly speechless for a moment.

Yet, aside from that, she also felt a tiny bit happy.

It was the first time for both of them, entrusting themselves wholly to each other—clean, pure, untainted.

It made her feel as though this man ought to belong entirely to her, and only her.

Wen Ran shifted in his arms, resting her head against his chest, and after a bout of inner conflict, she quietly asked, "Will you still divorce me after a year?"

"What do you think?"

"I don’t know. How could I know what you’re thinking? I’m asking you."

Fu Chenlie stroked her hair, a faint smile pulling at his lips. "I don’t want to divorce, especially since Mrs. Fu doesn’t just have beautiful features but also an extraordinarily delicate and soft figure. Holding you feels good, and sleeping with you is pure ecstasy."

Wen Ran nestled deeper into his embrace, cheeks burning as she listened to those words. "Why can’t you speak properly for once?"

"Weren’t you the one who called me a man who only thinks with his lower half? You even said I’m disgusting. Now my lower half is entirely controlled by you. Doesn’t that mean you’ve taken control of all of me? Why, are you unhappy about that?"

Her face flushed instantly at those words.

Her voice softened, unknowingly tinged with a hint of coquettishness: "Can you not always be like this?"

In the early morning light, her tone was unbearably soft, filling Fu Chenlie with joy and making him even more eager to tease her, his voice rising slightly as he pressed, "Like what?"

"Don’t tease me..."

"Embarrassed?"

Wen Ran pursed her lips. "I’m thin-skinned and can’t handle such ambiguous words."

Fu Chenlie lifted her chin with his long fingers, his indifferent gaze carrying hints of casual mirth, while his lips curved slightly. "But what should I do? I just love the way Mrs. Fu looks when she’s shy—it’s especially delightful to watch."

She lowered her gaze, trying to brush away his hand. But before she could touch him, the man’s thin lips descended, accurately claiming hers, and his body slid closer in sync.

Wen Ran instinctively tried to push him away.

Yet Fu Chenlie’s deep, seductive voice sounded right by her ear: "First taste of intimacy, and now that I’ve savored it, I can’t forget. Seems Madam enjoyed herself quite a lot last night—we should try again, hm?"

"It’s morning."

"Hmm, in the morning, my enthusiasm is even stronger."

She was about to protest further, but her lips were already sealed by his, swallowing away all her words.

Wen Ran could only marvel at Fu Chenlie’s seemingly innate skill. Before long, he had teased her into losing all sense, clutching him tightly like a fish gasping for air, finding itself thrown into a vast ocean, thrashing wildly and relentlessly.

The two stayed tangled in bed until half past eight before finally getting up.

Aunt Wu came upstairs several times to call them for breakfast, but hearing the intermittent noises coming from the room, she quietly walked back downstairs each time.

Fortunately, by the time the two got up, she had just finished reheating the food.

Wen Ran entered the dining room and took a seat at her usual spot.

Even though she was out of bed and ready to eat, her first intimate experience with a man was too overwhelming, and certain scenes replayed uncontrollably in her head.

She could only bury herself in eating, using food as a distraction to cover up the chaos in her mind, so nervous she didn’t dare lift her head.

Fu Chenlie sat across from her, observing her absent-minded demeanor before standing up and walking over to her.