Encroachment chapter 20 and chapter 21

Chapter 20: Crying on the Bed

Shen Shuman was temporarily lured into Wei Shi’s den, not having figured out how to face her family’s questions, and she didn’t dare to go home.

As a result, she had very few belongings with her. After taking a shower, she had to make do with wearing Wei Shi’s clothes.

Compared to Wei Shi’s towering height of 1.88 meters, her 1.65 meters made her seem much shorter.

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The wind lifted the hem of her clothes, revealing a subtle smile line where her well-shaped buttocks met her fair, long legs.

Her skin was radiant and porcelain-like, dazzling to the eye.

On a scorching summer day, she certainly wouldn’t be wearing underwear stained with sweat, and unfortunately, she didn’t have any spare clothes to change into. It was likely that there was nothing beneath the T-shirt except her tender and delicate body.

He couldn’t help but curl his lips, feeling a bit of lustful thoughts stirring within him.

“What are you doing standing on the balcony? Your bottom is almost exposed,” he teased.

Upon hearing his words, Shen Shuman immediately brought her hands behind her back, pulling down the hem of her dress, and pouted, “Don’t suddenly appear and scare me like that.”

Wei Shi walked calmly to her side, and she instinctively moved a step to the side.

He paused for a moment and asked, “Are you really so afraid of men?”

Shen Shuman gazed down at the flowing vehicles below, murmuring with a hint of melancholy, “Mmm.”

One’s body inherits from their parents.

She resembled Mrs. Li, possessing a bright and beautiful face, full of charm and elegance. She had been confessed to by boys since she was young.

Some boys liked to do little things to attract her attention. If they weren’t stealing her belongings, they would deliberately whistle at her or say disgusting things to provoke her. They even touched or pushed her.

The more they bullied her, the more she hated, feared, and avoided them. She wished to escape to the end of the alley as soon as she saw them on the street.

Over time, she developed a fear of men, though the symptoms weren’t severe. She was afraid of men approaching her and struggled to interact with them.

But Wei Shi was an exception.

Firstly, because she liked him.

Secondly, before they got married, he treated her neither coldly nor warmly. His lack of initiative made her feel safe and easily let down her guard.

However, now that they were married, she realized that he could also make advances towards her—enveloping her in his arms, kissing her until she was dizzy and melting like water.

Thinking about this, her face flushed. Tonight, they would be lying on the same bed and doing those things.

“If you’re so afraid of men, why did you end up with me?” he teased.

“…I really had too much to drink.” It was all because of alcohol’s influence.

“You’ll get used to my presence.”

He looked at her with deep and profound eyes.

“We have a lifetime ahead of us, and we will experience many, many things together.”

“A lifetime… experiencing many, many things together…”

Shen Shuman was stunned for a moment. His words echoed in her ears, resembling the phrase “growing old together.” Her heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable surge of warmth rushed through her body, like an arrow shooting towards the “lifetime” he mentioned.

“I know.” She met his gaze.

In his eyes, there were stars, seas, mountains, rivers, and her.

Her eyes inexplicably became teary. After so many years of longing and anticipation, the fact that she could receive his undivided attention with just one look was truly worthwhile.

“Why are your eyes turning red? Are you going to cry again?” Wei Shi joked.

“It’s not that.” She wasn’t someone who cried easily, but today she was filled with emotions, which made her eyes appear lighter and more prone to tears.

He raised his hand to caress her cheek, observing her shy and bashful demeanor. The smile on his lips gradually took on a different meaning.

“If you want to cry, cry on the bed.” With that, he lifted her up in his arms.

“Ah!” She let out a soft cry. Despite her age, it was her first time being carried like a princess. Suspended in the air, she held onto his neck tightly, afraid.

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Chapter 21. Tonight is the Wedding Night

He gently placed her on the king-size bed.

The overhead light was dazzling, causing a flash of white light each time she blinked.

Wei Shi climbed onto the bed, slowly approaching her.

Nervousness and fear spread in her heart, feeling like she was on a roller coaster about to take off.

He leaned over her, one hand supporting himself beside her right ear, his broad shoulders blocking out the light.

A shadow was cast, and the scent of masculine hormones lingered around her nose. Her breath hitched, and her body instantly tensed.

Wei Shi wasn’t oblivious to her unease. He gazed down at the petite figure beneath him—

Her cheeks were adorned with a faint blush, and her misty foxy eyes revealed a hint of unease. The tear mole at the corner of her right eye added a touch of charm to her delicate face, tempting him to gently caress it.

She pressed her crimson lips tightly together, remaining on guard against him as if facing a formidable opponent.

“Relax, I’m not a praying mantis. I won’t devour my mate,” he teased, lightly stroking her cheek with his right hand, treating her like a peerless treasure.

His words made her can’t help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, gradually getting used to the sensation of his touch on her cheek.

A few years back, she still remembered vividly the moment during the 120th anniversary celebration at Xuming University when he wore a tuxedo, sitting on stage, his ten fingers dancing on the black and white keys, playing a delightful melody.

She had envied that piano, being caressed by him, feeling the weight and rhythm of his fingertips. But she never expected that one day, those distinct and beautiful fingers would linger on her body.

“Forget the mess of that night. Tonight is our wedding night,” he whispered in her ear, tilting his head to gently touch her forehead.

Their faces were close together, their breaths mingling, her rapid breaths blending with his deep ones, gradually becoming synchronized.

She didn’t dare to move recklessly, fearing that even a slight movement of her mouth would press against his lips.

“Kiss me quick,” he murmured, as if casting a spell. It made her shudder, suddenly reminded of the hot and chaotic night five years ago.

She blinked, feeling like she had a rabbit in her heart.

Should she kiss him? After a moment of hesitation, she tilted her neck and lightly planted a kiss on his lips.

Overwhelmed by shyness, she didn’t dare to linger and quickly retreated.

He forcefully pursued her, blocking her retreat with dominance and arrogance. He skillfully invaded her parted lips, seizing her tongue and capturing the essence of her breath, which she relied on for survival.

Their tongues intertwined and explored each other, but he held the upper hand. He sucked and licked her small tongue, making embarrassing sounds. She, losing her armor, willingly surrendered under his assault, offering her wholehearted devotion.

His kiss gradually turned tender, like a gentle drizzle in March, seeping into the depths of her heart, causing her to soften and unknowingly fall deeper into his embrace.

Her body gradually weakened, and a tingling sensation of longing and anticipation spread in her abdomen, urging her to seek something.

But… what should she seek?

What she wanted was right in front of her. And he already belonged to her.

She kissed him with passion, her mind fully immersed in the moment, unaware that his body had pressed against her legs, and his right hand had stealthily climbed up her thigh, slithering like a snake.

Unable to resist the stimulation, she let out a whimper, and her mind suddenly snapped back to reality. She hastily pushed him away in a state of confusion.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her, seeing her flushed face and swollen lips. His mood was quite cheerful.

“Well… um,” she stammered, her body tensing up again. She hesitantly asked him, “Do we really have to… do it?”

He raised an eyebrow, his meaning couldn’t be clearer.

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