The Gentle Couple

Strangle her to death.

Disclaimer: All credits for the original characters, storyline, and imagery in this fan fiction go to the real author of the book. Basically its an Chinese novel i do not claim ownership of any character, idol, image, or storyline. My work here is solely to turn it into fan fiction, as I sincerely admire and appreciate the original novel. This fan fiction is entirely fictional and bears no resemblance to the real lives of the characters portrayed in the original novel. All characters and events are purely products of imagination and creativity.

YN sat on the bed and gripped her leg.

Taehyung was smiling and licking his lips.

'Oppa, are you certain you know what you're doing?' Yn asked.

'Be patient,' Taehyung said and continuously moved his hands.

Yn cried silent tears of pleasure and pain. Who could tell her when mouthy boy began learning to massage feet? Why did her feet need to be sacrificed?

Taehyung finally let go of her tortured feet and she rolled over on the bed. She'd rather die than let him massage her feet again. His massaging skills were too deadly.

Taehyung laughed. He stopped massaging Yn's feet after he heard the wedding guests were far away from the chamber.

'Wife, did you roll on the bed excitedly because you're feeling impatient?' Taehyung teased. 'Wait for a little while, your husband will satisfy you.'

Taehyung smiled and he left the bed.

Yn glared at the scoundrel's back and cursed him in her stomach.

Taehyung hurriedly washed his face and brushed his hair. Then he returned to the bed and saw Yn hugged the blanket in the corner of the bed.

'Wife, are you honestly going to sleep like this?' Taehyung asked.

Taehyung wore his undergarments to bed and bared his chest. He grinned wide enough for his white teeth to be visible. It made yn felt like words were not enough to reflect his handsomeness. But she wore her wedding dress and looked sternly at him.

Taehyung laid on the bed and faced the tensed Yn. 'Wifey, aren't you known for being gentle and docile? Then you must know what it means to be a wife. Come here, your husband wants you to serve him.'

Yn's eyes shone daggers, she knew that mouthy boy wasn't going to let the night pass without torturing her to death.

Taehyung saw Yn's angry eyes and his smile became brighter. He pulled her to his chest. 'Come here. Let's not waste a spring night.'

Taehyung hugged Yn's waist tightly and he could hear her deep breaths.

Yn's body stiffened. A while later she regained her composure and pushed Taehyung's chest. But her hands felt scorched the moment she touched his bare chest and she quickly retrieved her hands.

Taehyung caught Yn's wrists. 'If you want to touch then touch. A thousand times, you don't need to be courteous.'

Yn's teeth itched at the sight of Taehyung's lecherous smile, she lowered her head and wanted to bite his hand.

Taehyung was prepared for Yn's reaction. He pinned her wrists above her head, rolled over and pressed his body on top of hers. 'Do you want to bite me again?'

Yn couldn't move her hands, her legs were trapped and felt a heaviness on her stomach. In her weakened position under Taehyung, her intuition warned her she was going to be eaten whole.

'Why is it that I feel you would rather die than be submissive?' Taehyung asked. 'What is it, don't you want to do it together with me... if you truly don't want to, you can tell me and I won't force you. You can believe me, I'll respect your decision.'