After Rebirth, My Aloof Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts [Transmigration & Rebirth] - Chapter 64

The autumn night carried a slight chill, the evening breeze rippling the tranquil spring waters.

Inside the chamber, a tea-white nightgown lay torn to shreds on the floor, tangled with indigo robes, stained with rich wine and sweet pear juice.

Lin Shengshen had one arm draped over her forehead, barely shielding her eyes with the back of her hand, while her other hand was gripped by Xie Zhizhou. His long, powerful fingers forcibly parted her delicate ones, forcing her to interlace their fingers tightly.

Their joined hands pressed against her knee, rubbing the skin until it flushed crimson.

Lin Shengshen gasped like a stranded fish, breathing heavily yet still unsatisfied. She moved her arm away from her eyes and reached to clutch Xie Zhizhou’s hair.

Xie Zhizhou lifted his head, a bloody scratch marring his handsome face—courtesy of Lin Shengshen’s nails—his eyes dark with desire threatening to drown her. “Uncomfortable?”

His lips were red—bitten by Lin Shengshen earlier—and glistening, moist from…

Lin Shengshen couldn’t bear to look, letting out a soft sob as she tilted her porcelain chin upward, matching the rhythm of Xie Zhizhou’s fingers with a trailing moan. Her fingers curled weakly, as if pushed to their limit. Her fragile whimper acted like a potent stimulant, and she soon felt another wave of intense, relentless motion.

“Xie… Zhizhou…” she murmured tearfully, “It hurts…”

Xie Zhizhou raised his head again, arching an eyebrow. “Hurts? Want to feel good?”

Lin Shengshen trembled all over, teetering on the edge, but he halted again, leaving her suspended in heightened anticipation, denying her release.

“I do…” Blushing fiercely, emboldened by the alcohol, she rubbed the back of his hand with their interlaced fingers, a coaxing gesture, then gripped his large palm tightly. Their sweaty, damp palms pressed together, encouraging, hinting.

“You do?” He subtly intensified his movements.

Freed from the obstruction of the jade ring, Lin Shengshen gasped, her eyes reddening at the corners, tears welling up.

“Then call me ‘husband.'”

Lin Shengshen refused, biting her lip in resistance, but the memory of earlier, bone-melting pleasure clamored in her mind, tempting her. After all, they were husband and wife—calling him “husband” once couldn’t hurt, couldn’t hurt…

Her mind warred with itself, but Xie Zhizhou grew impatient, startling a cry from her.

Finally, Lin Shengshen surrendered, both embarrassed and yearning. “Husband… have mercy on me…”

Surprised by her quick submission, Xie Zhizhou’s heart raced wildly—this was the first time Lin Shengshen had called him “husband”…

His eyes darkened, overwhelming emotion swiftly overpowering reason.

Lin Shengshen hadn’t expected those two words to be so effective. Before she could react, waves of pleasure surged through her. Her hand gripping Xie Zhizhou’s grew sweaty again; she tried to pull away and push him, but he held her firmly.

“Husband…”

“Husband… husband! Husband…”

“Xie Zhizhou…”

By the end, she had completely melted, her voice reduced to a faint, breathy whisper.

Xie Zhizhou never took his eyes off her, wiping his lips and the bridge of his straight nose. The small mole on one side, now damp, stood out like a masterstroke on flawless jade.

He held Lin Shengshen, who was flushed with the effects of wine and exhilaration, in his arms, kissing her cheeks, the corners of her lips, and her earlobes one by one, gradually soothing her. Then, leaning close to her ear, he whispered tenderly, “Shengshen is so sweet.”

Though dazed, Lin Shengshen was utterly embarrassed by his words. She turned her head away and mumbled, “I’m too tired. I want to sleep.”

Xie Zhizhou curled his lips, the darkness in his eyes deepening. He pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Heartless, if you sleep, what about him?”

Pressed against his chest, Lin Shengshen grew warm and broke into a light sweat. At his words, she suddenly felt an even hotter warmth pulsing against her waist, separated only by a thin layer of fabric.

“Xie Zhizhou… you… how could you…?”

Amused by her sudden denial, Xie Zhizhou pried open her lips and teeth, kissing her deeply, almost vengefully, tangling with her until the woman beneath him clawed at his back in protest.

As their breaths mingled and lips met, Lin Shengshen inexplicably caught a faint scent of Spring Message in Snow—a fragrance she found delightful.

Aside from Pear Blossom Tent Incense, this cooler Spring Message in Snow was her favorite, reminiscent of winter plum blossoms braving the snow, elegant and noble like a gentleman.

Before she could ponder further, Xie Zhizhou’s relentless kisses left her dizzy and breathless. Cupping his face with both hands, she pushed him away from her lips, panting heavily as she negotiated, “Just once.”

Xie Zhizhou agreed with a smirk.

Lin Shengshen was momentarily dazzled by his smile. These days, Xie Zhizhou had been unusually somber, rarely showing a genuine, heartfelt grin.

Unable to help herself, she murmured, “You should smile more often.”

A pang of bittersweet tenderness surged within him. Smile more? Even if he did from now on, she wouldn’t be around to see it. Who would he smile for? Instantly, pain flooded Xie Zhizhou’s eyes. He lowered his lashes and whispered, “I’ll smile more for you in the future.”

With that, he gripped her knees.

Startled by the heat of his large hand, Lin Shengshen recalled the madness and surrender of that night and quickly bargained again, “Let’s go to the bed, not here… it’s too bright.”

The room was brightly lit; perhaps only the bed, shrouded by gauze curtains, would offer some dimness.

Though interrupted mid-passion, Xie Zhizhou wasn’t annoyed. He still curved his lips in agreement and obediently stepped down from the small couch, bending to extend his arms toward her. “Come, I’ll carry you.”

Lin Shengshen was effortlessly scooped up into his embrace. She hastily wrapped her arms around his neck, afraid of falling.

Xie Zhizhou adjusted his hold, shifting his hands to support her bottom. “Hold on tighter.”

Obediently, Lin Shengshen clung firmly to Xie Zhizhou’s neck, pressing her soft body tightly against his, feeling the defined contours of his muscles and the vigorous thumping of his heart.

“Are you holding on tight?” Xie Zhizhou murmured by her ear.

“Yes, tight.”

“Good.”

Then, Lin Shengshen gasped, “Xie Zhizhou… you! Ah…”

Xie Zhizhou controlled his movements with his hands, trying his best not to hurt her.

Lin Shengshen hooked her arms around his neck and whimpered, “I can’t take anymore…”

Xie Zhizhou still nibbled her ear, coaxing her, “Be good, call me husband.”

“Husband…” But this time, Xie Zhizhou didn’t comply with her wishes. Instead of taking her to the bed or the small couch, he carried her while walking over to the desk in the room.

Lin Shengshen used to think the desk was a terrible place, but now, being carried around the room by him felt even more mortifying. She was like a lone boat adrift at sea, spotting the shore and desperately begging to be taken to the desk.

To her surprise, Xie Zhizhou had no intention of putting her down. He merely freed one hand, picked up a cup of tea from the desk, and brought it to Lin Shengshen’s lips.

“Thirsty, aren’t you? It’s all dripped down to my ankles. Drink up—we’ve got plenty of time.”

Lin Shengshen wished she could faint on the spot. She’d rather drink herself into a stupor than hear such words, but she obediently finished the water, then wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and asked, “Won’t you have some too…”

Xie Zhizhou nuzzled her cheek with his chin. “I already drank earlier.”

“…” Lin Shengshen flushed crimson not just on her face but all over her body. She shouldn’t have asked.

Before her embarrassment could deepen, Xie Zhizhou strode away from the desk toward the bed, kissing her forehead gently. “Want to go up?”

The movement had brought tears to Lin Shengshen’s eyes, and she nodded repeatedly.

Xie Zhizhou laughed, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “We’ll go up after this is over.”

Lin Shengshen had no time to reply before she could only manage soft whimpers.

Adrift in the sea with only a piece of driftwood to cling to, Lin Shengshen held on tightly with her arms and legs. She was battered by wave after wave, drowning for a moment before the driftwood saved her, rising and falling with each surge. Her entire body felt as if it had been washed by the water.

A few strands of Lin Shengshen’s hair clung to Xie Zhizhou’s chest, the sweet fragrance enveloping them both. He tangled that scent, tearing and nibbling at it bit by bit until Lin Shengshen cried out, begging over and over, her body trembling, her round, pink nails scratching aimlessly at his back and neck.

He knew Lin Shengshen liked this—that she wanted more.

Lin Shengshen, already dazed and her voice hoarse, felt her mind shattering piece by piece. Yet Xie Zhizhou didn’t stop; instead, he intensified, pressing her against the cold wall, prying her knees apart, and then…

It was too fierce. By the time Xie Zhizhou carried her back to the bed, the scalding heat had flowed down to her soles, turning into a chill.

Xie Zhizhou stroked the dip of her waist, kissed her earlobe, and breathed softly by her cheek, his tone still lazy and filled with desire. “Really can’t take any more? What a waste.”

Lin Shengshen, both embarrassed and angry, turned her back to him in a huff.

But the next moment, she regretted it. With the earlier heat still lingering and her turned-away position, Xie Zhizhou began again…

“You! How could you… Didn’t you say just once… Mm…”

Xie Zhizhou cushioned her neck with one arm, using it as a pillow, while the other gripped her waist. The laziness in his voice was gone. “Don’t run.”

Trapped firmly by his hold, Lin Shengshen had no choice but to let him have his way. She gritted her teeth and said, “You liar… From now on, I’ll never… never again…”

“Never again what?” The fluttering butterflies embroidered on the swaying bed curtains, illuminated by the lamp outside, seemed to dance across Lin Shengshen’s luminous skin.

The scars on her back had not yet fully healed, still bearing faint red marks. They were nothing like the ugliness Lin Shengshen had described—instead, they were beautiful, like pale red blossoms blooming across her back. Each one represented her courage and wisdom. Now, shadow-made butterflies danced gracefully among these floral scars, vivid and lively. Butterflies frolicking among flowers—so this was what it looked like.

The words “I won’t” were trapped firmly in Lin Shengshen’s mouth. With her chin gripped by Xie Zhizhou, she was forced to turn her head and meet his kiss. Those two words were swept up by his tongue and swallowed back into her own belly.

Inauspicious words should not be spoken carelessly.

What Xie Zhizhou feared most at this moment was Lin Shengshen saying “never again…”

After kissing her, Xie Zhizhou coaxed, “Didn’t you want to be on the bed earlier?”

“I… I didn’t mean it that way…” Lin Shengshen was nearly driven to tears by his actions, especially when he took advantage of her waist settling down to slide his arm forward around her.

Another rain shower fell outside the window, making the autumn night even colder, but the bed was scorching hot. Lin Shengshen finally understood why Xie Zhizhou had insisted she drink so much water earlier.

Probably Xie Zhizhou would have to change the bedding himself again later…

In the end, Lin Shengshen was pinned beneath him on the bed, encircled by his arms.

The soft pillow beneath her abdomen was embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in water. Lin Shengshen could feel the vibration in Xie Zhizhou’s chest—his heart was beating rapidly.

Xie Zhizhou was murmuring something in her ear. Only when Lin Shengshen calmed her breathing did she make out that he was calling: “Shengshen… Shengshen…”

He repeated her name, the two syllables lingering between his lips and teeth—reluctant, yearning, unwilling to let go, yet tinged with the sorrow of inevitable parting.

Lin Shengshen couldn’t discern all that. She was exhausted and embarrassed. Those two words felt like some kind of enchantment from the storybooks she’d read. Hearing them made her tremble, enveloped in his scorching breath. Why did Xie Zhizhou seem like a wild beast…? This shameful, brazen position—how was it any different from…?

Burying her face in the soft quilt, Lin Shengshen couldn’t help but cry again.

The night felt endlessly long. First, he said he just wanted to hold her, and she yielded. Then he coaxed her with “one last time on the bed,” and she yielded again. Later, in the bathing room, he still wanted more. Lin Shengshen’s hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the bathtub, yet she still yielded. Finally, when she was clean and comfortably back in bed, he claimed the dawn was near and he couldn’t resist, saying “men are just like that.” Half-convinced, half-asleep, and only weakly resisting, she yielded once more.

She couldn’t remember when she finally fell asleep. She only knew that by then the sky had lightened, the early autumn morning veiled in a thin mist. After the storm of passion, Xie Zhizhou wrapped her in the quilt and held her close, guiding her gaze toward the window by the dressing table.

Chrysanthemums, hibiscus, and bougainvillea buds shimmered with faint colors in the mist, their charm accentuated by the lush greenery.

She had tended to all these plants herself.

But she was far too tired and drowsy to appreciate them. No wonder Xie Zhizhou had warned her last night not to complain of weariness or pain… He, on the other hand, showed no fatigue, holding her eagerly as he admired the flowers in the mist.

Then Lin Shengshen leaned against his shoulder and fell asleep, faintly hearing him ask, “Shengshen, will you still watch the flowers with me in the future?”

What had she replied? She couldn’t recall.