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The sun has barely risen above the horizon when Maomao finds herself completely awake and unable to fall back asleep. A long day awaits her, filled with things that need her attention; first among them is the new batch of plants in her greenhouse, which she prefers to tend to herself in every aspect most of the time.
Then there is her youngest son, Yongxin, who still insists on being the first to have all of his mother’s attention lavished upon him, whether it is waking him herself, bathing him, reading him interesting stories, or playing with him using his favorite toys, never leaving her a moment to doubt where he has inherited all this neediness from...
After him comes Wenxin, asking her ever so sweetly to accompany him and watch him while he plays—or rather, practices, as he so loves to call it—with his wooden sword. That is something she has never denied him, nor will she, so long as he cherishes this hobby so dearly and eagerly wants her to be his companion while he practices, even if she is not nearly as useful as his father when it comes to teaching him the basics...
And the last of the children’s demands comes from her eldest, Xiaori, that girl obsessed with all the same things her mother is; cleverly trying to convince her to let her do everything on her own this time: gathering plants, drying their leaves, and grinding them to prepare a concoction or medicine, or at the very least, reading with her whatever book she wants on medicine or plants. Maomao has always gladly taught her and helped her in every aspect of such matters, but she still supervises and assists her while the stubborn, passionate girl works hard to change her teacher’s approach, and that is something that fills Maomao with pride...
Despite all that, she is still looking forward to her day simply because, at this early hour of the morning, she will be able to spend two peaceful hours alone in her greenhouse.
Maomao carefully and quietly extricates herself from her sleeping husband’s embrace as much as she can. He stirs in his sleep, but she somehow manages it with strange ease. She stretches out her arms before moving to get out of bed, and the moment she places her foot on the floor, she feels two bothersome arms clinging around her waist. Jinshi’s sleepy voice comes from behind her. “Please, my Maomao, stay with me...”
She lets him pull her back into his embrace and bury his face in her hair, not forgetting to express her displeasure by wriggling in his arms. “Let me go, sir... I have duties I need to attend to!”
He inhales deeply into her hair and replies, his words slurred and heavy with sleep. “Ah... don’t leave me! Just five more minutes...”
Maomao exhales and wraps her arms around his sturdy shoulders. “Fine... five minutes only, huh!”
“I-I just need you to do something... that will help me fall back asleep as soon as you leave!”
When Jinshi’s hoarse voice, no less attractive for it, reaches her ears, Maomao lifts her head to stare at him. His eyes look blurred with sleep, a very soft smile rests on his lips, his hair is tousled from tossing and turning, with a faint pink coloring his cheeks.
Fortunately, there is no one here but her to witness such a dangerous sight... Yet in any case, she alone gets to see this side of Jinshi.
Warmth sweeps over her cheeks, and Maomao looks away with a sigh. “I really cannot understand how you can be this clingy... even more than your youngest son!”
He does not reply, merely chuckling, and she barely thinks for a moment—or rather, does not think at all—before she finds herself leaning toward him...
It is true that he has difficulty falling back asleep if he wakes early on his days off, accustomed as he is to his demanding working hours.
Maomao reaches out to stroke his bangs, smoothing his hair upward before placing her lips on the top of his head and kissing it gently. Paying no heed to the passing minutes, she presses her lips, unhurriedly, to his forehead, then moves downward, peppering kisses over his eyelid, cheek, the corner of his lips, and the tip of his nose before finally reaching his lips.
Catching her breath, she places her forehead against his as she gazes into his eyes, filled with her. Her whisper comes out softer than she intends. “Erm, Jinshi... is that enough for you, or...?”
She does not think his smile can possibly grow any brighter as he looks at her with those puppy-dog eyes, yet he never fails to prove her wrong... Something flutters in her stomach, and her breath catches. Maomao cannot imagine ever wanting to change this part of him—nor does she want to replace it with anything else...
She shrugs; Past Maomao would have been horrified by what she is becoming!
Because he is such a good boy, she pulls him along with her as she lies back down, cradling his head against her chest and caressing his hair. Surprised, he does not react for a moment, but soon wraps his arms around her back and settles his head more comfortably against her, letting out a satisfied sigh. He does not ask her, yet Maomao clears her throat before humming a lullaby to him, running her hand over his back in the way she knows comforts him.
As Jinshi innocently sinks back into sleep, Maomao tries to comprehend how, despite all her resistance and self-control—things she has always prided herself on—she has somehow ended up in such a state of disarray; her heart is pounding fiercely, and heat is flooding her chest, her face, and her entire body... In the end, perhaps living with this silly, clingy man and growing accustomed to this state that overtakes him in moments like this—though it has so often left her confused and, at times, exasperated—has subconsciously made her find it utterly endearing. And now, his antics have somehow rubbed off on her!
Maybe what makes matters worse is that, lately, they have almost no privacy left at all; whenever they manage to be alone together, one of the children appears at precisely the most opportune moment to ruin everything, sometimes wanting something from one of them, other times, they are called away to attend to some other matter, until it has become difficult for them to have any time to themselves—and that is harsh, to say the least, especially after the change their wild night together brought about following her recovery from giving birth to their youngest.
Frustrated, rather; only now is she realizing just how much she has kept bottled up inside herself throughout that entire period without finding an outlet for it...
And so the desire to fuck her husband awakens within her, until that itching heat coursing through her being subsides completely...
Yet, disbelief still lingers, because these early-morning urges are supposed to be Jinshi’s domain, not hers!
Innocently? Maomao discovers just how wrong her previous assumption is when she feels their ever-active companion, whom she has been forced for a while to deprive of his favorite place in the world, springing to life with vigor as he awakens from his slumber... He cannot possibly be serious!
Maomao giggles, her voice startling the half-asleep man nestled in her arms out of his drowsiness. He slowly lifts his head and looks at her with half-lidded eyes, mumbling, “What’s making you giggle, my love...?”
She nudges him with her thigh, raising an eyebrow, and says calmly, “I mean this... Can I take care of it for you...?”
She wraps her arms around his neck, drawing him closer to her, tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear, and then presses a small kiss against his temple.
A deep blush spreads across his face, and he hurries to bury it in her chest. “Ah... n-no, there’s no need for you to tire yourself out... Your warm embrace is more than enough for me...”
Rolling her eyes, she replies in a voice so gentle even to her own ears, half-irritated, “Mmm, perhaps... I’m the one who suddenly desires this sappy, silly husband!” She shakes her head and catches her breath before continuing, “You can go back to sleep and leave me to take care of it myself! That is, if you don’t want to join me fully...”
Jinshi lifts his face, cupping her cheeks in his hands, his eyelids fluttering, far too sleepy to open them fully. He presses his mouth to hers in a deep, languid kiss, leaving her breathless, the familiar scent of jasmine flooding her senses...
He finally pulls away, catching his faltering breath, and whispers in a hoarse voice dripping with sweetness, “But you don’t hate this about your husband at all... In fact, you’re mesmerised by it...” He reaches out and lovingly pinches her cheek before adding, “Just as much as I’m enticed by the idea of letting you satisfy your desire for me while I sleep... I would rather do whatever my cute, enchanting wife desires and share in it with her, fully!”
Heat spreads from her face all the way to her neck and the tips of her ears, she clutches the folds of his robe and draws him closer, bringing her mouth near his ear and whispering, every word almost sung, “Who says I’m not the one who wants to do it with you this way...?”
Maomao lightly taps his shoulder with her fist, the corners of her lips lifting upward. “Anyway, if you’ve made your decision, let’s have less talking and more fucking…”