Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s
Chapter 442 Candid Encounter

Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Candid Encounter

"You’re not that drunk," An Hao said, looking into Qin Jian’s shiny black eyes with conviction. "After all this fuss, you were just pretending."

Getting up and taking off his sweater, Qin Jian said, "No. If I hadn’t pretended, Tian Niu and his guys would have probably gotten me drunk."

Having removed his sweater, Qin Jian began to take off his shirt, revealing honey-colored skin. His chest muscles were full and tight, his six-pack well-defined and taut, with smooth, even lines that made An Hao’s mouth go dry with desire.

"Tonight is our wedding night; how could I let alcohol ruin it? Do you remember what I told you before? On our wedding night, I want to show you whether I’m an ’old man’ or not, and if my stamina is good!"

An Hao’s face turned red at his words: "You’re getting more and more shameless."

"You’ve had enough of the proper me during the day; the improper me can only feed you at night." Qin Jian said with a mischievous smile curling his lips as he took off his pants as well, revealing his long, powerful legs.

That majestic area had pushed out a bulge in his military shorts.

Although An Hao had seen a man’s body in anatomy class, those were lifeless. The man before her was flesh and blood, alive, and the man who loved her deeply, whom she loved just as much.

At the sight of such a body, An Hao’s face flushed even more.

In her past life, she and Qin Jian had been cold as ice toward each other, seldom speaking, let alone being ’intimately acquainted.’

Seeing An Hao’s blushing face and her cute expression, Qin Jian smiled and said, "I’ll go take a shower first, and then it’ll be your turn."

"Mm, okay," An Hao agreed softly.

Qin Jian showered quickly, returning in a quarter of an hour.

When An Hao saw he was back, she took a cotton nightgown out of the wardrobe and laid it on the bed for him, then turned to the bathroom.

Winter was cold.

But the conditions in the city were much better than the village. Last winter, the extent of An Hao’s bathing was to burn a large pot of water in the room, pour it into a big wooden barrel, and then use a damp towel to wipe down.

It was so cold that her teeth chattered noisily.

But now, with Qin Jian having just finished his bath, steam rose in the bathroom.

An Hao suddenly understood why he had showered first; he wanted to warm up the bathroom.

By the time An Hao returned, Qin Jian was already lying on the bed, seemingly asleep under the quilt.

Indeed, after a long day of exhaustion, and not sparing any effort, he had naturally fallen asleep after the bath.

An Hao gently lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down; as she reached out to turn off the light, she found herself engulfed in a burning, sturdy body, and iron-like arms locked her in an embrace.

"You’re not asleep..."

"How could I waste our wedding night?" Qin Jian said, and then he lowered his head to kiss her.

In this matter, a man was always self-taught.

Qin Jian kissed her gently while his rough yet nimble hands quickly unfastened the buttons of her nightgown, revealing her pale, smooth skin.

When their skins touched, Qin Jian was startled by her silky smoothness; it was like throwing a fireball onto kindling, igniting instantly with a whoosh.

It was their first time for both of them, and Qin Jian, a young man in his prime, had his strong self-control completely crumble in the presence of An Hao.

He was a little too eager, even bordering on rough as he demanded from her.

As he conquered her territory, An Hao cried out in pain, nearly letting tears fall.