Beloved Marriage in High Society

Chapter 41.2 : This night was their actual wedding night

Chapter 41.2 :
This night was their actual wedding night

Author: Jianjia Nizi

Translator: FoxyJung, Let4

Proofreader: lonelycauliflower

"Don't move, Let me do it."

Yan Sui turned on the faucet and checked the temperature, then he took Meng Ting into his arms.

Meng Ting raised his head to look at the man and nodded.

The last time he was drunk and asleep, he was helped by Yan Sui to take a bath. He was completely sober this time, but they did more intimate things. It seemed that there was nothing particularly embarrassing, but the fact was that the slight redness of his face had not dissipated.

Yan Sui asked Meng Ting to raise his hand and he raised it; asked Meng Ting to raise his leg and he did right away. After washing off the bubbles, Yan Sui was even in charge of drying his body. Finally, he wrapped the boy in a bath towel and carried him back to the bed.

Since he had experienced it once, Meng Ting was very cooperative. Yan Sui did not sweat as much this time. Looking at the boy wrapped in a bath towel, revealing half of his face, Yan Sui smiled with a great sense of accomplishment and bent down to kiss Meng Ting's hair.

"I'll be back in a minute."

"Okay," Meng Ting answered softly and looked at Yan Sui walk back to the bathroom. He pulled the quilt over and wrapped it around his body.

He leaned his blushing face on his knees and all the shyness that he had been holding back came out in a flash.

Aaah! He actually did this kind of thing with Yan Sui...and on top of that, his performance was very frustrating. In a moment, he screamed and in a short while, he stopped. Did Yan Sui not like it?

He touched his burning hot cheeks and his mind was in a complete mess. He did not even realize it when Yan Sui came back.

It was not until he was picked up and placed down on the bed again that he was able to look up and see the man.

"Yan Sui, did you dislike it?"

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

The voices of the two men almost overlapped, but after understanding what they heard, both of them were dumbfounded.

"Dislike what?" Yan Sui asked. He did not wait for Meng Ting to answer his previous question. He pulled the quilt, lifted Meng Ting's legs up gently and examined it himself. His eyebrows were slightly knitted. Although he did not sustain any injury or serious bleeding, it was still somewhat red and swollen.

He put down Meng Ting's legs, looked at his red face, leaned over and kissed him, then Yan Sui turned around and rummaged through the bedside cabinet.

"That...making love with me, did you dislike it?"

Meng Ting asked as he pulled the quilt up and covered his steaming hot face whilst persistently looking at Yan Sui.