Now she realized she was wrong. He and Su Xue were husband and wife, and there would definitely be... conjugal life. Su Ci began to struggle, her small hands pressing against his firm chest, trying to push him away. 'Don't... let me go...' The man's body was as solid as a rock, motionless, overpowering her. Su Ci did not want to be Su Xue's substitute and really be with him. She was the little maid he hated the most, he disliked and loathed her so much! 'Let go!' Su Ci bit his lip corner forcefully. Hiss. Fu Nancheng winced in pain and let her go. He wiped the bitten lip corner with the back of his hand, and there was actually blood; she had bitten him until it bled. 'What do you mean, huh?' His face showed displeasure, and the slight rise in the tone of 'huh' carried an immense assertiveness. Su Ci's palm-sized delicate face was covered with a layer of intoxicating blush, not daring to look directly at his handsome and elegant features, 'I...' 'Didn't you say that you've been waiting for me these past two years, that you've always liked me?' That was all said by Su Xue, not her. Su Ci was now at a loss for words, but then she had a brainwave, covering her stomach with her hand, 'I'm not rejecting you, I'm having my period, it's inconvenient.' 'Really?' Fu Nancheng was somewhat skeptical. Su Ci nodded vigorously, looking at him with an honest face, 'Of course it's true.' Fu Nancheng finally believed her, his large hand gently circling on her flat stomach, 'Does your stomach hurt?' 'No pain.'

Su Ci nestled obediently in his arms, her previously tense nerves gradually relaxing. Then, a deep and sexy voice came from above, 'You should be able to kiss on your little days, right?' What? Her vision darkened as the man's tall figure pressed down, his lips once again claiming hers. He had a clean, masculine scent akin to that of a fir tree, a high-end fragrance mixed with the strong male hormones that made one's body go weak. Su Ci quickly raised her hand to grab the front of his pajamas, stunned and at a loss. Fu Nancheng didn't close his eyes, just stared straight into her eyes. Her bright, clear orbs sparked with a shimmering light after the kiss, like a startled deer, uniquely pure and innocent. His narrow eyelids caught a hint of crimson, and he slightly released her lips, asking hoarsely, 'Haven't you kissed any other men?' ...Why would he ask such a question? Su Ci was too embarrassed to answer. No, except for that night, she had never been intimate with any other man. Fu Nancheng understood from her expression; she hadn't. Although he knew that night was her first because of the bloodstain on the sheets, she had never kissed any other man. Su Xue was too pure. He hadn't been with any woman these years, but a 30-year-old man should understand these things; he was a mature and normal man. Her purity added a layer of tenderness to his heart; at least she wasn't like that self-indulgent little maid, stirring up trouble with men everywhere. 'Relax, I won't hurt you.'

He kissed her again. Su Ci clearly felt that he had become gentler this time. He gently pressed against her red lips, showing extreme patience towards her. Su Ci clutched at the front of his pajamas, bunching them into a mass of wrinkles. At this moment, he took hold of her small hand and pressed it against the bed. Then his slender fingers intertwined with her soft white fingertips, interlocking with hers.