There were wooden floor panels both inside the room and out on the terrace, so her bare feet wouldn’t feel cold at all when she stepped on it.

Hearing Jian Hang’s padded footsteps, Qin Moling turned around and was stunned for a moment.

The nightgown she was wearing had a deep vee on the neckline and was short.

Her long legs were straight and white.

He has never seen her look so sexy.

Jian Hang pretended to be relaxed and said, “How’s the wine?”

Qin Moling brought the wine glass to her lips, “Have a taste.”

Jian Hang didn’t take the glass. Instead she held his wrist and pressed her lips directly on the rim of the glass.

She didn’t dare to drink more, so she only wet her lips a little to taste.

The wind was strong out on the terrace, and Jian Hang’s nightgown fluttered with the breeze.

Qin Moling raised his hand, tugged her in front of him, and held her in his arms.

He brought his arms around her soft and thin waist like a belt and let her press against him.

Unlike earlier in the day when they were taking wedding photos, it was just the two of them now. The nightgown on her body was so thin that she could clearly feel his body temperature through it.

The sea breeze brushed past her ears.

His arms were strong and powerful, but his embrace was gentle.

The two of them were so close to each other, and Jian Hang felt something strange happening to her body.

The man in front of her was physically very unfamiliar to her.

But she knew his scent well.

Jian Hang turned away and took a deep breath. The surrounding darkness, the sea breeze, the waves, everything was infinitely magnified. It felt like several minutes had passed, but in fact it was only a few seconds.

Qin Moling placed the wine glass on the wooden table next to him, lowered his head, and nuzzled her lips.

Jian Hang held both sides of his chin. She wasn’t very familiar with him yet, so she didn’t take the initiative to kiss his lips.

She raised her head and kissed his Adam’s apple.

It was lightest of touches.

She was also possessive of him and didn’t like him being nice to others.

She hoped that he could only be hers alone.

Qin Moling paused.

The kiss she just gave him was akin to scattering sparks in the dry wilderness that had been silent all winter, setting the entire field on fire in an instant.

It burned so fiercely that it couldn’t be extinguished no matter how hard you try.

He lowered his gaze to look at her, and she looked up at the same time.

Without any thought, he kissed her again.

He took her upper lip into his mouth and sucked hard.

It was not convenient on the terrace.

Qin Moling bent over, picked her up from the waist, and left the terrace for the bedroom.

The door to the terrace was left open and the curtains were not drawn shut.

The wind from outside caused the rose petals on the quilt to fly everywhere, and a not a few of them fell on the floor, the bedside table, and even on the two pairs of slippers by the foot of the bed.

A few petals also clung to Jian Hang’s smooth back.

When she arched her body, the petals fell.

The petals fell to Jian Hang’s side and were crushed under Qin Moling’s knees.

At this time, no one had the time nor inclination to care about these petals. Qin Moling himself didn’t know that he was crushing them. The rose petals were soft and delicate, so their fate was to be crushed when he thrust back and forth.

With no emotional foundation and only a few words between them, Jian Hang was worried about being left out.

If their first time didn’t go well, it would more or less leave a shadow.

It turned out she had been overthinking things.

Qin Moling kept kissing her so that the two of them didn’t have to talk.

His kisses was extremely patient and gentle, coaxing.

She was not familiar with him, the light in the room was on, and Jian Hang could only bury her face against his neck.

He pressed down forcefully and possessively, until he pushed them both to the deepest point. She hugged Qin Moling tightly, feeling that the two of them were really a married couple now.

Who knew how much time has passed, the room became quiet and there was no sound at all.

Qin Moling held her in his arms, rubbed her back soothingly, and hugged her.

He held her very gently, in sharp contrast to his previous strength. Jian Hang’s heart felt inexplicably soft.

She was covered in sweat, and so was Qin Moling.

The feeling was indescribably subtle to suddenly be so intimate with someone you don’t know very well.

She had no words for the feeling in her heart.

Before, hormones had taken over their brains and there was no room to think about anything else. Now both of them have calmed down, and the awkwardness seemed to be spreading quietly.

She hasn’t decided what to do yet.

They were obviously a legally married couple, but they acted like they were temporarily in a daze of lust and had an affair.

Jian Hang angled her head to a comfortable position and closed her eyes, held close in his arms.

Qin Moling’s voice was hoarse and unspeakably sexy, “Shower first then go back to bed?”

Jian Hang opened her eyes and said, “You go shower first.”

The two of them haven’t even gotten to the point where they could take a shower together.

Qin Moling took his arm from under her and got up.

Only then did the two completely separate.

He pulled the quilt up and covered her with it.

Qin Moling went to the bathroom. Jian Hang felt a little empty in her body and a little more so in her heart.

The memories of intimate scenes with Qin Moling rushed into her mind—both her body and mind were not yet used to this sudden change in their relationship. Wanting to sleep with him and actually sleeping with him were completely different things.

Thinking of the various sounds she had made while under him just now, she became even more uncomfortable.

Anyone would say that Jian Hang was calm, self-possessed, and sharp as a knife, but when it came to Qin Moling, she became soft.

It wasn’t until Qin Moling came out of the shower that Jian Hang came back to her senses.

Qin Moling found her bathrobe and put it next to her, “Wash first before going to sleep.”

Jian Hang managed to get up, put on the bathrobe and went to take a shower.

Qin Moling changed the sheets and arranged the quilt.

Tonight they would both sleep on the bed, each occupying one side.

Jian Hang thought this was good. The two of them wouldn’t be able to sleep well if they were too close together.

The lights were turned off.

The room was so quiet that they could hear each other’s breathing.

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 33.3 — Unforgettable
Chapter 34.1 — Unable to Control Oneself
Chapter 34.2 — Unable to Control Oneself
Chapter 34.3 — Unable to Control Oneself