Chapter 7

Anan felt that doing *that* was nothing like how novels described it!

The two of them were pressed close together. She had already been stripped stark naked, while the man pinning her down still had at least a scrap of modesty—loose, sloppy undergarments—but that was still miles better than her.

She curled up on the bed, not daring to move a muscle, with zero mental preparation. Her earlier self-reassurance about being a bold, open-minded new-century woman, treating this as a one-night stand or just pretending she'd been bitten by a dog—bullshit. Does a dog strip your clothes off before biting you? Not to mention that in her past life, she was born into an extremely conservative family. The only time she'd ever seen adult films was during summer break, playing at a female friend's house watching DVDs, when she accidentally found a Japanese adult video in her friend's brother's room and watched it out of curiosity. But this young lady truly had no guts to experience anything firsthand; her conservatism was practically on par with an ancient scholarly aristocratic family. And after coming to this world, she was an exceptionally well-behaved concubine-born daughter of the Prime Minister, raised in a Prime Minister's mansion run like an iron barrel by the Prime Minister's wife, with not a shred of scandal to be found—so she was even more of a blank slate.

Anan stared blankly at the handsome face of the man above her. His expression was dead serious, as if performing some incomparably solemn and righteous task, making Anan want to burst into tears: *Big Bro, why are you using such a serious expression while doing something so perverted?! Can you let go of my face? Or stop pressing your finger against my lips? And definitely don't take the opportunity to slide your finger from the middle of my lower lip into my mouth and pause on the tip of my tongue—ahhhhh!!!*

The Prince of Su, who wore a serious expression while doing hoodlum things, suddenly raised an eyebrow on that stern face, looking rather strange. His finger actually moved, twirling a circle.

Anan's heart jumped. Her upper and lower teeth clamped down hard...

And so, tragedy struck.

Anan really cried this time.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Anan felt she had no face to see the elders of Jiangdong. She had actually bitten her own husband on their wedding night.

The Prince of Su withdrew his hand, glanced at the clear teeth marks on his finger, something flashing in his dark eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Next time, no biting allowed!"

From the sound of it, he seemed a bit disdainful. Anan felt a little hurt.

Anan humbly lowered her eyelids and answered, but inside she was weeping wide noodle tears: *Big Bro, if you weren't doing such lewd things, I absolutely wouldn't have bitten you...*

Seemingly quite satisfied with Anan's obedience, the Prince of Su lowered his head and pressed his lips to Anan's, biting down gently. By the time Anan was bitten until her eyes welled with tears, he calmly extended his tongue into her oral cavity to run wild.

Anan felt she couldn't breathe, whimpering and humming, hands struggling to push the man off her. Unfortunately, a grown man's physique wasn't something she could budge. Instead, he pinned her troublesome hands down and kissed her even deeper. Anan could only tilt her head back, desperately gasping for air, but could only suck in what was in his mouth. Her limbs gradually went limp, unable to summon a shred of strength.

By the time Anan could finally gulp down big breaths of air, she discovered her not-fully-developed little chest was under attack. The little cherry was bitten, the sensitive little bud still in development—one could imagine the pain of being bitten so hard. It hurt so much she nearly burst into tears. She confirmed this Prince of Su must be part dog—everything relied on biting...

Through tear-blurred eyes, Anan saw the handsome face hovering above her slowly flush with a thin layer of red, looking exceptionally delectable. But what was with that serious expression?! Anan's nonexistent balls ached in sympathy. She wanted to scream: *Big Bro, how do you pull off this high-difficulty move—doing perverted things while blushing yet keeping a straight face?!*

Anan accepted the fact that she was being eaten alive. When things reached the critical moment, she found she wasn't nervous anymore, only wishing for a quick death and swift reincarnation. Father Prime Minister, she really didn't want to hurt anymore. This man's teeth were too good—it really hurt being bitten!

When Anan struggled in pain, the man on top of her applied a bit of force to suppress her. A hoarse voice said solemnly: "Don't move..." Completely a commanding tone, the kind that easily provokes rebellion. By the time Anan realized her lower body was pressed against a huge, scorching thing, she instantly froze.

Anan reached out and clutched his back tightly, wanting to scream: *Big Bro, you must hold back! Don't enter the wrong hole!*

Seeing she'd gone still, the Prince of Su continued his exploration, touching the pale, tender skin of the person in his arms—smooth as jade. Worthy of a noble daughter, a flower raised in a greenhouse, not the slightest flaw or damage, like porcelain, making one unable to resist wanting to bite a few mouthfuls. And the Prince of Su was loyal to his impulses, unable to resist biting a few more times, biting the girl beneath him until she sobbed in spasms. Yet she feared his anger, so she could only stifle her sobs, not realizing this little kitten-like appearance—teary-eyed and seemingly begging for ravishment—only further ignited the beastliness in a man's heart, an impulse to tear her apart.

The Prince of Su warned himself not to be impulsive. Otherwise, tomorrow rumors would spread of the new bride dying tragically in the bridal chamber. The capital's gambling houses would make a killing, and he'd lose face in the history books for who knows how many generations.

Anan threw her head back high in discomfort, panting in short gasps. Her pressed abdomen twitched with cramping pain, yet she didn't dare move again—completely the picture of lying flat and awaiting ravishment. Her head began to swim. By the time she realized she'd been arranged into an extremely shameful position, her face was practically smoking.

"Bear with it a little!"

"Eh?" Anan looked at him stupidly.

The next moment, the searing pain of her youthful body being pierced and torn alive made her understand what "bear with it" meant. If she endured any more, she'd be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!

Anan hurt so much she nearly rolled on the bed, except she was pinned down and couldn't move. The Prince of Su also stiffened. The pained whimpers of the girl beneath him tugged at his heart. He'd heard a woman's first time was painful, but he didn't know it would be *this* painful. Her apple cheeks had gone pale as snow. He felt a rare pang of heartache.

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Anan felt not a single part of her body that didn't ache. She was already exhausted from a whole day, yet still had to roll in the sheets with a man—and a man with zero technique at that. It fucking hurt like hell. After everything was done, too tired to open her eyes, Anan blearily glanced at the man pressing on her, then closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

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When Anan woke, the sky was already dimly bright. The first sensation to return was her sore, aching body. She wished she could just pass out again.

But fifteen years of biological clock forced her awake on time. She fuzzily felt she should get up, then go pay respects to the Prime Minister's wife, and conveniently keep the early-rising Prime Minister father company for breakfast...

But when she opened her eyes, what met her gaze was a swath of crimson red. Her brain blanked for a moment, then slowly remembered she was married now—no more paying respects.

Anan stared blankly at the red canopy above, until she felt light breaths brushing against the hollow of her neck, tickling her skin.

Anan turned her head with difficulty. When she saw the situation on the bed clearly, her mind went blank for an instant, then she couldn't help but weep with secondhand embarrassment.

Sh-she... she was actually hugging a man while sleeping! But that wasn't the worst. What left her speechless with mortification was: why was she hugging a grown man like a mother, while that man's head happened to be pillowed right on her chest... Although—although her chest wasn't fully developed, there was still a decent amount there, okay? And it had been molested by a man's face...

Anan's body went rigid. She felt she wasn't just hugging his head to sleep—one of her legs was draped over his waist too. It made her want to just die! Remembering the head's owner was her newlywed husband, the current Prince of Su who held power and influence—even her Prime Minister father didn't want to cross him—Anan's inner sorrow flowed backwards like a river...

At a tortoise's pace, Anan slowly inched her chest away, then moved the leg draped over him. One hand reached out from the covers, groping around, and fished up the wedding coat thrown somewhere on the bed, draping it over herself. Although they'd rolled in the sheets last night, because the weather was slightly cool, her body didn't feel too sticky and uncomfortable—just a bit *that* down there, making her originally pale face instantly flush red.

After doing all this, Anan laboriously dragged her ravaged body up. She extended a foot, crossing over the man sleeping on the outer edge of the bed in a cramping, awkward way...

"Where are you going?"

Just as Anan's buttocks were suspended above the man's body, preparing to take one step down, a sudden hoarse male voice with a nasal quality scared her into a startle. She tumbled off the bed in a heap, flesh meeting floor with a loud thud.

In this northern autumn, the hard floorboards made Anan's little body—already ravaged all night—live up to expectations and get injured. Anan hurt so much tears flew.

"Ahhh—"

A miserable scream pierced the sky above the Prince of Su's residence, startling countless gulls and egrets.

The servants of the Prince of Su's mansion hadn't slept all night. With dry, dark circles under their eyes, they waited in trepidation for news of the new bride kicking the bucket from the bridal chamber. Suddenly shocked by this scream, they looked around in panic, thinking the unfortunate event had finally occurred. When they heard someone call out "It's from the bridal chamber...", their faces instantly turned deathly pale. Only one thought remained in their hearts

*Could it be the new bride survived the wedding ceremony but couldn't survive the wedding night? How freaking tragic!!*