After the Divorce, My Wife Is Impossible to Coax - Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Lu Shen did not push her away. Her back felt slender and gentle, and An Zhaoyu gradually tightened her embrace, matching the joy spreading through her heart.

“Then let’s not get divorced, okay?” An Zhaoyu’s head rested on her shoulder, her voice a soft whisper in her ear, tinged with plea and a hint of coquetry.

The two copies of the divorce agreement already submitted to the Civil Affairs Bureau were a source of deep unease; she didn’t want the divorce to go through.

Lu Shen pursed her lips. From the day An Zhaoyu had resolved to pursue her again, she had known that this marriage likely wouldn’t end.

“Please?”

“…”

Captain An’s ability to act spoiled was only getting stronger. She had already pushed her way into Lu Shen’s bedroom, yet she still insisted on asking such a question.

“No,” Lu Shen said.

“Lu Shen, do you just enjoy ‘ex-wife’ roleplay?” An Zhaoyu didn’t let go; her gaze fell on Lu Shen’s lips.

Lu Shen looked a bit weary after today’s surgery. She wore no makeup, and her lips weren’t particularly flushed, but An Zhaoyu desperately wanted to kiss them. Heaven knew how long she had thought about this—she had been thinking about it since the moment they “divorced.”

“If you like it, it’s not impossi—”

Lu Shen turned around and covered her mouth. She truly didn’t know why this woman’s head was always full of such strange talk.

An Zhaoyu blinked. She knew Lu Shen couldn’t handle that kind of talk. Lu Shen could feel the woman’s lips curving upward; she was actually laughing.

Maybe we should just get divorced after all.

Embracing face-to-face, the distance felt incredibly intimate. While they had hugged recently—in the Wen family garden—An Zhaoyu had been driven by fear then. Now, she felt only happiness.

But Dr. Lu was still being stubborn.

An Zhaoyu pulled Lu Shen’s waist closer and leaned in until she could see the reflection of her own desire in Lu Shen’s blue eyes. It had been nearly two months since the divorce, and Lu Shen hadn’t touched her once. The number of times she had longed for Lu Shen far exceeded just that one heat period.

This was perhaps the first time her Narcissus pheromones had successfully seduced Lu Shen. Unlike the faint, friendly scent she had used to soothe Lu Ming yesterday, she gave her all whenever she targeted Lu Shen.

Dense, frantic, and entirely uninhibited.

She watched as Lu Shen’s fair skin slowly flushed red, the heat spreading from her neck up to her cheeks. She took Lu Shen’s hand—the one covering her mouth—and placed it authoritatively on her own lower back, while keeping her other arm tightly around Lu Shen. There was no room between them for Lu Shen’s other hand, forcing Lu Shen to raise it and rest it on An Zhaoyu’s shoulder.

In this intimate pose, holding a body that was both familiar and yearned for, An Zhaoyu felt a profound sense of satisfaction. She felt her pheromones surging like a continuous tide, wrapping around Lu Shen layer by layer.

Enveloped in the warm embrace and Lu Shen’s long-missed light, woody fragrance, An Zhaoyu’s fingertips lightly scratched the wrist of the hand on her waist. Her breathing grew slightly ragged, filled with an unspeakable anticipation.

It was hard to make Dr. Lu speak; it was better to do something practical to ensure the marriage stayed intact.

As their lips drew closer, their breaths intertwined, and time seemed to slow down. The first kiss was tentative—a brief touch to find a familiar sensation, a hint of pressure and warmth. An Zhaoyu’s lips were soft and delicate like warm butter, while Lu Shen’s were slightly dry from fatigue, yet the contact still made An Zhaoyu tremble involuntarily.

The kisses that followed grew more intense, bold, and urgent. An Zhaoyu didn’t need to guide Lu Shen’s hands; their arms instinctively sought out each other’s shoulders and backs.

“Sss, it hurts,” An Zhaoyu hissed when Lu Shen’s hand accidentally brushed her injured shoulder. The bite mark on her hand was also throbbing painfully.

Lu Shen’s hazy eyes instantly cleared. She had forgotten An Zhaoyu was covered in injuries.

An Zhaoyu knew then that nothing more would happen tonight. Unwilling to give up entirely, she pressed Lu Shen back for one last kiss.

“Stop it,” Lu Shen pushed her away gently and walked to the rosewood wardrobe. Inside were only a few sets of clean pajamas, and at the bottom was a first-aid kit stocked with daily essentials.

An Zhaoyu followed her like a shadow, clutching the hem of her shirt, still radiating her Narcissus pheromones.

Lu Shen took a waterproof bandage and wrapped the bite on the webbing of An Zhaoyu’s hand. Her other injuries weren’t open wounds, so water wouldn’t be an issue.

“Go take a shower first.”

“You help me,” An Zhaoyu said in a soft, sticky voice, tugging her hand. “We can wash together.”

Lu Shen’s face started steaming again at the suggestion. “Don’t push me.”

How someone could be so cold yet so cute was a question for Dr. Lu. An Zhaoyu’s eyes curved. “Lu Shen, I can’t do it alone.”

In front of Lu Shen, she was nothing like the independent, solitary figure on the training grounds. It was hard to imagine what she would do if a team member dared to say “I can’t do it alone”—she’d likely tell them to get out immediately. Yet here she was, playing the rogue with Lu Shen.

“Lu Shen, you’ve helped Xiao Zhou bathe so many times, can’t you help me just once? Help me~”

Lu Shen gave in. She couldn’t withstand An Zhaoyu’s persistence, and An Zhaoyu was indeed incapacitated—one hand bitten by her mother, the other shoulder bruised and battered.

Washing together was out of the question; she only agreed to assist.

Occasionally, An Zhaoyu’s voice drifted from the bathroom, while Lu Shen remained silent. By the time she finished helping An Zhaoyu, Lu Shen’s own clothes were soaked through. She stood in the bathroom, feeling like she had been boiled.

I am never helping An Zhaoyu bathe again.

Captain An, looking refreshed and radiant, sat outside in her pajamas drying her hair, appearing perfectly capable of moving on her own.

“Lu Shen, can I touch the things in this room?”

“Go ahead.” Lu Shen hadn’t lived here in a long time. She thought for a moment—there shouldn’t be anything embarrassing left.

Probably.

After all, the magazine paper planes had already been discovered.

Given permission, An Zhaoyu smiled. Remembering Lu Ming’s whisper, she walked to the bookshelf by the window. She scanned it from top to bottom and, sure enough, spotted a beautifully wrapped pink gift box on the highest shelf.

She stood on her tiptoes to pull the box down. It looked like it had been opened before, but clearly, the owner had merely glanced at it before perfunctorily stashing it away. This was the coming-of-age gift Lu Ming and Jiang Nian had given Lu Shen.

Neither of those Omegas were traditional mothers; they cared deeply about Lu Shen’s physical education. Appetite and desire are human nature; one shouldn’t rely entirely on others for such things.

Opening the box, An Zhaoyu saw an exquisite little toy shaped like a cute little whale. Curiosity practically overflowed from her eyes. Much like how An Zhou acted when she saw a toy she liked, An Zhaoyu couldn’t help but pick it up and fiddle with it.

“Lu Shen, how do you use this?” When Lu Shen stepped out of the bathroom, An Zhaoyu scurried over to her side to ask “humbly.”

“…I don’t know, I’ve never used it.” A flash of shock crossed Lu Shen’s eyes. She had no idea how the woman had found it. The calm she had regained after her shower was shattered once more.

“Then let’s take it home tomorrow to study it,” An Zhaoyu said, putting the toy back in the box as if it were a precious treasure.

Lu Shen stood stiffly, unable to agree or disagree.

“Let’s sleep, Lu Shen,” An Zhaoyu said, pulling her into her arms. Tonight, she could finally get a good night’s rest while holding her fragrant, soft wife.

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