CH 37.2

There were sudden alarm bells in Yisheng’s head. It was the words that Zhao Jixiang had said just now… she could not be too passive, she could not act like a dead fish! The moment Song Anchen pulled her into his embrace, Yisheng bravely wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug, trying to match his enthusiasm.

Obviously, Song Anchen was shocked by this anomaly, given that he was always the one taking the initiative. He stopped, his lips a tiny distance away from pressing onto hers, his dark and starry eyes flashed as he looked at Yisheng. There was deep emotion in his eyes as he looked at her at attentively.

Yisheng was very embarrassed due to Song Anchen’s stare. She turned away to avoid his gaze, feeling a little uneasy. But Zhao Jixiang’s words flashed in her head again. Men needed freshness in their life, she could not always act like a dead fish. Did her enthusiasm scare him? Yisheng instantly felt uneasy, mustering up her bravery to look at Song Anchen. She saw him smiling at her with a slight smile, it was like beautiful scenery, and she could not move her gaze away. Yisheng took a deep breath. She did not want to act like a dead fish.

As soon as she had that thought, Yisheng used both hands to hold Song Anchen’s face, kissing it. As the saying went, every dog has its day, at that moment, Song Anchen was the one who was shocked. He widened his eyes and stared at Yisheng, who had closed her eyes.

Yisheng’s legs encircled Song Anchen’s waist like she was using her four limbs to hug a tree. She thought that Song Anchen would push her away, but she did not know that she had completely ‘provoked’ the man in front of her.

A pair of burning hands rubbed against Yisheng’s tense back, although there was a layer of silk pajamas between his hand and her back, Yisheng could feel the heat from his hands. Song Anchen’s body was the kind that would be hot in the winter but cool in the summer. In this sort of heated indoors, his skin was normally cold. But at that moment, the temperature of his hand was a lot hotter than her skin. Yisheng instinctively flinched, avoiding the hand moving about on her back.

“Too late,” Song Anchen suddenly increased his strength and pulled her into his embrace, his dark eyes were shining with a predatory glint, like that of a wolf. Yisheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

As expected, Song Anchen suddenly used some force and held her hips, carrying her up. Yisheng clamped her legs together in nervousness, her hands tightly holding onto Song Anchen as she looked at him in shock.

Song Anchen did not say a word and held her tightly, smiling as he carried her upstairs.

“Song Anchen, let me down,” Yisheng bit on his shoulder, her face turning red as she said that.

“I’m not the one with bad intentions this time. You’re the one who came into my arms.”

Yisheng was extremely angry. Even if she was the one who took the initiative, she should be the one leading. Why did she feel like a pig tied up and hanging above a large pot of boiling water, waiting to be put in and cooked? This was not right, indeed, it was very wrong. She was the one who had the upper hand.

However, that night, Yisheng thoroughly surrendered. She was even more pitiful than a pig that was getting slaughtered. At least the pig only suffered for a moment after making some noise, whereas she was making noises throughout the beautiful night, but she did not die yet. Instead, she was suffering a fate ‘worse than death’. That night, Yisheng concluded that she could not seduce men. Especially men that were prettier than her and were very good in bed. It was a tragedy.

The morning after, Yisheng huddled in bed, lacking in energy. There was already no one by her side. She did not have work today, whereas that energetic Song Anchen had gone to work very early. This was the difference between a nurse and a doctor, he was extremely busy, while she was extremely relaxed.

The sun shone into her eyes and Yisheng woke up because she could not stand the bright light. She got off the bed barefoot, washing her face before going downstairs. She saw that there was a note on the dining table and on it was written: My wife, it’s been hard on you. I’ve prepared breakfast, but you’ll have to settle lunch yourself. I’ll come home early tonight. Your husband.

Yisheng pursed her lips and looked at the breakfast on the table that had already turned cold. Suddenly, she felt an itchy feeling in her eyes. She was not as busy as Song Anchen. Song Anchen could have arranged a less packed schedule for his surgeries, but Song Anchen refused to rest because he wanted to take some time to hold their wedding.

She sat down and ate the already cold breakfast, but her heart felt warm. She felt bored and cleaned up the house. She had to acknowledge that Song Anchen really liked to maintain his cleanliness. There was practically no dust, and it was very neat everywhere. She was bored again within ten minutes.

Yisheng was bored and sat on the sofa to watch the television. She listlessly changed the channels and when she saw an advertisement, she could not help but stop changing the channels. It was an advertisement for ‘infertility’, saying that they could fulfill a person’s wish to become a mother. She was intrigued. She did not really like children, but she really wanted a child, not to pacify their parents, but because she wanted to give birth to Song Anchen’s child, a child with his appearance.

She stood up and got ready, leaving the house. She thought that she could not just sit there and not do anything. She had to think of a way to solve it.