Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 211 Their First Time

Chapter 211: Chapter 211 Their First Time

An Yan pursed her crimson lips, "Then be gentle."

Fu Shiyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, one hand cradling her cheek, the other five fingers threading through her ink-black hair.

Amidst the mingling of lips and teeth, the ambiguous sound of moist friction arose.

His thin lips lingered on her earlobe, the warm breath scattering all over, causing An Yan to shiver involuntarily, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

"Yanyan, help me undo the buttons."

Under the spell of the man’s deep, mellow voice, An Yan’s fingertips trembled as she undid his shirt buttons, one by one.

She lifted her eyes to gaze into the pitch-black pupils of the man, which reflected her silhouette.

She pulled his belt out, and the dress pants slipped slightly down, revealing the edge of his gray-black underwear.

"Yanyan is really proactive, I didn’t ask you to help me with my dress pants."

An Yan’s face blushed red, giving him a soft thump, "Don’t act coy after getting a bargain; I’m not doing it anymore." Saying that, she wriggled out of the man’s embrace and walked toward the bedroom.

But she had only taken a few steps when the man’s long arm wrapped around her waist, a sticky kiss landing on her cheek, "Sorry, I was wrong, I didn’t mean to contradict you on purpose." After speaking, he pressed forward with his body.

An Yan instantly understood the double entendre in the word "contradict."

She wanted to twist the man’s arm, but found it immovable, his muscles very firm.

Fu Shiyan chuckled lightly, turned her around, and placed her hand on his abs, "Baby, press here, this is very hard, or maybe here..."

An Yan exerted force deliberately, and Fu Shiyan’s brow knitted slightly, "Yanyan, my life is in your hands now."

"It doesn’t matter, we already have the child."

"For your happiness, be good," Fu Shiyan coaxed, as his hands had already pushed up An Yan’s loose sweatshirt, bending his head down in front of her.

He knew her sensitive spots too well; An Yan soon relaxed her body, her hands unconsciously wrapping around the man’s neck.

A light chuckle bubbled up from Fu Shiyan’s throat; he cradled her uplifted buttocks in his hands and strode toward the bedroom.

A love scene unfolded.

An Yan felt as if she was still floating in the ocean, bobbing up and down, yet unlike the ocean from that day.

That night was hell; now, however, was heaven.

After a while, Fu Shiyan drew her into his embrace, "I think I heard our babies telling me, ’Daddy is good.’

An Yan bit her lip, "Fu Shiyan, I’m discovering you’re becoming more shameless."

"Being shameless is useless; I only want my wife and to greet our babies," he replied.

An Yan laughed in exasperation, "President Fu’s abstinent persona has completely collapsed."

"Abstinence?" Fu Shiyan kissed her slightly swollen lips and chuckled, "I am a man of strong desires."

An Yan gave him a glare, "I’m going to take a shower."

Fu Shiyan got up, lifted her from the bed, "Serving my wife is as sweet as honey."

Because she couldn’t always soak in the bath during pregnancy, Fu Shiyan gave her a quick shower.

Afterward, he dressed her in a soft pink pajama and dried her hair.

He turned off the hairdryer and placed it aside, "Lie down for a bit; I’m going to take a shower."

An Yan responded lightly, lying on her side and watching the man’s silhouette through the frosted glass of the bathroom, couldn’t help but admire Fu Shiyan’s impressive physique.

He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, both in face and in figure.

An Yan pulled the blanket over herself, covering her cheeks, unable to stop her whimsical thoughts.

After a while, Fu Shiyan emerged wearing a dark blue silk pajama, walking while drying his damp hair.

"I thought you were asleep," he sat on the edge of the bed, tossed the towel onto the nightstand, and smiled, "What, still reminiscing?"

Caught by his words, An Yan felt a bit embarrassed, her voice suddenly pitched higher, "Not at all!"

"The louder the voice, the more uncertain the heart. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, pregnant women have needs too."

An Yan kicked him lightly, "You, shouldn’t talk."

"My mouth has three uses, eating, talking, and kissing you," Fu Shiyan leaned in closer, "It’s night, so no need for eating, and now you don’t let me talk, then I can only, kiss you."

Seeing the man’s lips approaching, An Yan raised her hand to cover them.

Feeling the damp touch, she quickly retracted her hand, "Stop it, will you!"

Fu Shiyan held her hand and kissed it, "I said I would bring you a gift."

An Yan’s eyes lit up, and she quickly sat up, "What gift, I want to see."

Fu Shiyan pointed to his own cheek.

An Yan leaned in and pecked his cheek, "Is that good enough?"

"Isn’t that a bit perfunctory?"

"President! Fu! Shiyan!"

Watching the girl bristle, Fu Shiyan was in a great mood. He picked her up horizontally and walked towards the walk-in closet.

He placed An Yan on the sofa and then rummaged through a small cabinet to find a white, square gift box with a red ribbon tied into a bow on top.

"You should open the gift yourself," Fu Shiyan said as he sat next to her, placing the box on her lap.

An Yan glanced at him, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "What is it, all this secrecy?"

Fu Shiyan’s eyes shimmered with a fine light, his pleasing voice intoxicating, "Open it and see, I guarantee you’ll like it."

"That confident, huh?" An Yan untied the beautiful bow and lifted the lid of the box.

Inside was a neatly folded piece of cloth.

An Yan looked at Fu Shiyan, perplexed, "What’s this?"

"Take it out," he said.

An Yan took it out and shook it open.

It was a white bedsheet, but it had spots and splatters of blackish-brown on it.

"Is this blood?"

Fu Shiyan nodded, "Our first time."

An Yan’s mind buzzed, and she looked at him in shock.

Fu Shiyan pointed at the blackish-brown marks, "Your..."

An Yan covered his mouth, "Don’t say it. How can you be so perverted to keep this?"

"I kept it as a memento since the night after our first time together, but then I lost these memories after being hypnotized."

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "So when you remembered the woman in your head as An Yingying, you thought of this?"

Fu Shiyan shook his head, "I was already overwhelmed back then. I was so afraid every day that you would discover this secret that I didn’t have the time to think about such things. It wasn’t until later when I learned you were Mo, and I chased you to S country, and then returned home after the incident, that I remembered this."

He took An Yan’s hand, "Yanyan, this wasn’t just your first time; it was mine too."

An Yan pressed her lips together in a smile, "Hmm, your first time was like a little chick."

"I remember we did it three times that night. The first time was pretty bad, but the second and third times I recall you crying and begging for mercy."

"Fu Shiyan, stop talking." An Yan’s cheeks turned red, and she muttered softly, "You’re really perverted to keep something like this."

"Not only do I keep it, but I also want to enshrine it."

"You’ve done enough," she said.

Fu Shiyan felt rejected, but still shamelessly asked, "Baby, do you like this gift?"

"Tell me, do you have that kind of fetish?"

"No, but it was your first time, and I was quite happy about it," Fu Shiyan said, his lips curving into a perfect arc.

An Yan smiled, her lips pursed, "Put it away nicely, I really like it."

"Isn’t there a reward?"

An Yan raised an eyebrow, "What reward?"

Fu Shiyan pouted his lips, the hint quite obvious.

An Yan nodded, "Alright, close your eyes."

She watched the man close his eyes, his long, thick lashes casting a shadow beneath, enough to make any woman envious.

She flicked her middle finger against the pad of her thumb, flicking it toward the man’s smooth forehead, and then she bolted.

Fu Shiyan hissed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw An Yan running out of the walk-in closet.

He smiled helplessly and folded the bedsheet meticulously.

That was their first time.