Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2593 - 2529: Will It Work If I Regret It?

Throughout the years, Meng Xinian threw himself into grueling training or dealt with matters personally to release pent-up energy. From time to time, he let it out differently alongside her. Yet Chiang Xiao had remained shy and hesitant, though tonight she took the lead for the very first time!

"Wife, I might really lose control."

Breathless and rattled, he struggled already.

With her body pressed so tightly to his, every sensation hit him sharply.

Flawless, utterly flawless.

"Then don’t hold back."

Chiang Xiao’s cheeks still blazed hot, her ears tinged pink, but her resolve was firm—she refused to retreat.

This blatant temptation turned Meng Xinian into a tightly pulled bowstring.

She felt his instant reaction right away.

His commanding aura and fierce intensity had always been impossible for her to overlook.

Memories of their previous intimacies set her heart aflame.

Was she pushing things too much?

Even she found it hard to keep steady.

"Wife, hold off till August, or till my return." Meng Xinian clenched his teeth, resisting fiercely, yet while his thoughts stayed in check, his body edged nearer, craving forbidden pleasures.

He spotted her new nightgown.

Indeed, in the past when sharing a bed, she favored modest long-sleeved pajamas that hid her completely, unlike tonight’s revealing nightgown.

It was far too tempting for him.

His palms glided over skin smoother than premium silk, radiating warmth.

Deep down, he understood pulling back was wiser, but he simply couldn’t force himself away.

"I won’t wait."

Those mere two words from Chiang Xiao nearly broke his defenses.

With that, she shoved him gently, straddled him, and swiftly shed her gown.

Meng Xinian lost all reason.

"Brother Xinian, do you really want to keep waiting?" Her cheeks glowed red, showing a seductive shyness he’d never witnessed.

Meng Xinian wondered if breath still filled his lungs.

"You’re truly courting death..." His voice rasped low, laced with raw hunger.

He prepared to head to Ke Ku Li.

Truthfully, Chiang Xiao desired him regardless of the Ke Ku Li journey or family heir duties.

It stemmed purely from him being Meng Xinian.

For him alone, she’d give herself freely.

What choice did she have, vowing to stay by his side this lifetime?

"I am courting death," Chiang Xiao gazed at him, batting her eyes, whispering softly: "If you dare, then finish me off."

Finish her...

How exactly...

The mere thought nearly shattered Meng Xinian’s restraint entirely.

"Can’t you quit this?"

Chiang Xiao nearly giggled at his words, amazed he could still speak.

This man endured like no other.

"Xinian. Year."

Softly, she uttered his name.

She normally called him Brother Xinian, but this tender pronunciation soothed Meng Xinian down to his core.

He loved hearing it.

"Say it once more... no, don’t say it again..."

Another call would undo him completely.

Chiang Xiao feigned innocence: "Should I say it or not, Xi...nian..."

"You really have a death wish!"

Meng Xinian could no longer hold back.

His temples pulsed, jaw locked rigid.

Seeing him thus, Chiang Xiao brimmed with affection and heartache for her dearest man.

He always hesitated to harm her!

Refusing union now—wasn’t it due to mission perils, dreading he might not come back?