Chapter 12 My Mysterious Husband Has A Weird Fetish

• “Young Master Yan has returned?” Tang Xuchun asked as she glanced at the MPV.
• “Yes.”
• To be precise, it was the second Young Master who was back, but the butler didn’t tell her this.
• When Tang Xuchun heard this, she shuddered.
• She was hoping that Young Master Yan would stay in the hospital a while longer, hopefully even for a few years. She didn’t mind becoming a widow either. Now that he was back...Tang Xuchun felt doomed.
• She quickly regained her composure. Taking a deep breath, she headed toward the villa.
• Surprisingly, Young Master Yan didn’t come down for dinner.
• Since he didn’t show up, Tang Xuchun didn’t ask about him either.
• As she quietly ate her dinner, she saw the butler send an exquisite meal to the third floor before coming back down.
• The mysteriousness made her even more stressed and she finished her dinner alone.
• After returning to her room, Tang Xuchun didn’t ask about Young Master Yan. As the butler didn’t bring him up as well, she thought that she would be safe and sound as long as she got back to her room.
• “Phew...” Standing in her room, she heaved a sigh of relief.
• Knock knock knock. Someone was knocking on the door.
• As if she was facing an enemy, Tang Xuchun turned to look defensively at the door.
• “Madam, Young Master has something to pass to you.” It was the villa’s maid.
• Tang Xuchun went to unlock the door.
• The maid passed her a bag. “Madam, this is what Young Master has prepared for you. Young Master said that you must not turn on the lights tonight and must keep your eyes shut at all time. He will come to your room to rest at night.”
• Tang Xuchun was speechless.
• Her hopes dashed; she felt a chill down her spine.
• “He... he wants to come to my room to rest?” she clarified with the maid again.
• “Yes.” The maid nodded.
• Tang Xuchun’s face turned pale as she almost collapsed.
• Stiffly, she took over the bag from the maid. Then she shut the door and sat on the bed without any expression.
• After a while, she looked into the bag to see what Young Master Yan had given her.
• When she saw what it was, her face flushed red and then turned pale.
• Young Master Yan was indeed a pervert!
• What the hell is this! With two fingers, Tang Xuchun picked up the thin fabric gingerly.
• He must be crazy!
• She didn’t dare think about what kind of person he was to have sent this to her.
• Suddenly, her head filled with all the rumors about Young Master Yan.
• People had said that he was very temperamental, and even though he was disabled, he liked to toy around people with strange methods...
• If Young Master Yan knew that she was already deflowered...she would be in deep trouble!
• Even though it was a warm summer night, Tang Xuchun couldn’t help but shiver.
• Her mind was in a mess. She must find a way out of this!
• Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed her mind.
• Okay, that’s what I’ll do!
• As the night fell, Tang Xuchun lay on the bed for a long time.
• The luxurious bedroom was dim and quiet.
• Lying on the vintage velvet bed, Tang Xuchun clutched nervously at the duvet. Her eyes were covered with a black silk ribbon. The duvet covered her entire body, revealing only a small, charming face.
• The room was so quiet that she could hear her own heart beating.
• She lay there for a long time, but she didn’t feel tired.
• Her entire body was so tense that her senses were heightened.
• Click. The door opened.
• Tang Xuchun clutched the duvet even tighter as her heart pounded. Her body under the duvet shivered intensely.
• Then, there was the sound of a wheelchair grating across the floor.
• He’s coming over!
• Sitting on the wheelchair, He Yanfeng maneuvered it toward the side of the bed in the darkness.
• He parked the wheelchair, then sat there motionless like a rock.
• The room fell quiet again. Other than her own rapid breathing, Tang Xuchun didn’t hear any other movement. But she knew that the man was sitting by the bed!
• Even though it was pitch black, she could feel his presence from the wheelchair beside her.
• Through the darkness, she had a feeling that his gaze had fallen onto her.
• Sensing that danger was about to come, Tang Xuchun felt a prick of terror and goosebumps appeared all over her body.
• He Yanfeng reached out to pull the duvet away.
• The duvet she was holding onto tightly was suddenly removed. Tang Xuchun couldn’t help but blush in shame as she was wearing impossibly thin clothes.
• She bit her lips and didn’t make a sound. Eyes tightly shut, her eyelashes kept trembling in fear.
• After he pushed the duvet off her, there was another moment of silence.
• Tang Xuchun felt like she was going to break down any moment from the suffocating and horrifying atmosphere.
• While she was lying on the bed with a thin dress, a terrifying, perverted man was sitting next to her and staring at her.
• She felt as if her heart had stopped.
• But she didn’t dare to make a sound!
• Suddenly, a pair of cold hands touched her slender waist and Tang Xuchen’s body jolted violently!
• The touch felt like an ant biting her skin. It made her flesh creep.
• The fingers stopped suddenly and started to unbuckle the belt around her waist.
• He Yanfeng was very patient as if he was a predator playing with its prey in its hands.
• “Yo-Young Master Yan,” Tang Xuchun stammered softly. She was shaking like a leaf and so afraid that she wanted to scream.
• But she ended up calling out to him softly in a trembling voice.
• Boldly, she reached out and stopped his hand.
• The unfamiliar touch on her body felt like it was scorching her skin. She wanted to escape, but if she did that, the outcome might be even worse!
• “Are you scared?” The two large hands held her small ones so that they couldn’t move.
• His clear voice was cold and indifferent. He even seemed to be slightly displeased!
• “I-I’m not feeling well...”
• With a black ribbon over her eyes, and a head of long, black hair spread out behind her on the pillow, Tang Xuchun forced a stiff smile.
• “Hm?” He Yanfeng grunted softly, his voice terrifyingly cold. It made her blood run cold.
• “My-my period is here,” Tang Xuchun replied.
• “Does that matter?”
• Doesn’t it matter? I’m on my period. There’s blood! Lots of blood! Is he really such a pervert?
• The more her body kept quivering, the more fun He Yanfeng was having.
• Tang Xuchun’s forehead was drenched in sweat.
• “Of course it matters. Th-there’s blood.”
• As He Yanfeng retracted his hands, he stroked Tang Xuchun’s skin slowly with his warm fingers and moved around unpredictably.
• Tang Xuchun’s hair was about to stand up on its end. His touch was so torturous to her.
• But the hands didn’t stop and even started to wander some other places...
• “Cou-could w-we wait a few days?” Tang Xuchun asked pleadingly.
• “No.” This direct rejection broke Tang Xuchun’s heart.
• “Let me check,” he said in a domineering way.
• What!
• He’s indeed a pervert!
• Wearing these clothes had already pushed Tang Xuchun to her limits. And now he wants to check my period?
• I feel like smashing my head on the wall!