Embedded Files
Psst! We're moving!
You want me to take wedding photos with strawberries on my neck?
You want me to take wedding photos with strawberries on my neck?
Yan Man couldn’t believe it—this request to “say it all together” actually came—
From Ye Lin’s mouth, right now, at this very moment when the tension was at its peak.
When they first met, he seemed so cold, but now, all that was left was desire.
Husband and hurry up—saying them separately wasn’t enough, they had to be combined?
Does he even have any shame??
A subtle emotion bubbled up inside her, like soda water being violently shaken and pressing against the bottle cap. Her tongue pressed against her teeth, and suddenly, an idea struck her.
So, she’s supposed to feel embarrassed alone, huh?
Why can’t she retaliate?
Suddenly, Yan Man wanted to test his limits.
She lightly pursed her lips, blinked, and came up with a mischievous plan.
Yan Man tilted her head, locking eyes with him.
The room temperature rose, the humidifier hummed softly, and the dim lighting amplified his breathing and the forceful grip on her waist.
Ye Lin’s breath grew uneven, his gaze following her every move. His fingertips grazed her skin teasingly, sending electric currents coursing through her.
His eyelids were half-lowered, a faint blush spreading beneath them, like spilled ink.
Yan Man leaned toward his ear.
She hooked her left leg over her right, swaying it slightly.
“Husband,” she whispered deliberately, “…Please.”
...
……
She thought he would be stunned by this audacious line, but things took an unexpected turn—
Ye Lin moved closer. Despite the dim light, she saw a drop of sweat trickle down his jawline.
Yan Man froze, squinting and letting out a soft “Mm.” She felt something unusual and murmured, “Why are you…”
His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. His lips brushed against hers with a biting intensity: “You tell me why.”
Yan Man thought this wasn’t how she predicted it would go: “Aren’t you supposed to laugh or—”
But before she could finish, he silenced her again.
Ye Lin grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the edge of the table, and gave her one final warning:
“Hold on tight.”
Like a fish thrown into crashing waves, she lost all sense of direction. Her back hit the light switch, flooding the room with bright light.
The chandelier sparkled, refracting countless shards of light that danced across her vision. In the brilliance, she slowly sank and got lost, carried deeper into the ocean by the waves.
________________________________________
She originally thought this midnight session wouldn’t end until early morning.
But because she was so exhausted, she fell asleep halfway through the second round, and Ye Lin mistook her for fainting. After pausing for a moment, she angrily punched him twice to wake him up, urging him to continue.
After this round ended, naturally, things stopped.
Rehearsals had been too tiring, and Yan Man had been driven dizzy. When he carried her to the shower, she barely had any awareness, vaguely thinking how easily he had let her off.
But when she woke up the next morning, she was still wrapped in his arms. As she wriggled and mumbled, his hands immediately became mischievous, his tongue teasing her earlobe.
—So this was where he was waiting to collect his debt.
With warm breath attacking her from all sides, Yan Man couldn’t resist and was once again lured into another round.
No, make that two rounds.
As she was moved onto him, Yan Man thought meticulously.
Later, they moved to the bathroom. She thought it was for a shower, but it turned out not to be.
Finally, back at the edge of the bed, Ye Lin scored another point.
The scorekeeper, Yan Man, reluctantly but truthfully flipped the page—
All wrong; it was three times :)
________________________________________
Afterward, Yan Man covered herself with the blanket, staring at her pajamas hanging on the bedpost, then met the bright sunlight streaming through the window.
She puffed up the blanket into two small mounds near her cheeks and accused him: “Are you even human? Doing such things in broad daylight.”
“Mm,” he replied quickly, “Didn’t you just ask for it?”
“...”
She didn’t bother responding, rolling over to sleep again.
Thankfully, there was no filming scheduled for today.
She slept for another two hours, and the aftermath finally kicked in. Her bones felt limp, her body soft and weightless, unwilling to do anything.
She turned her head to look at Ye Lin. He was facing her, engrossed in his phone. The phone case faced her, but she couldn’t tell what he was looking at—he hadn’t even noticed she was awake.
Yan Man moved closer, catching a glimpse of the screen reflected in his pupils. She recognized a familiar logo.
It was a search engine.
She asked: “What are you searching for? You look so serious.”
Ye Lin put down his phone, moved closer to her, and unconsciously rested his hand on her back.
Yan Man reacted instinctively, springing away as if electrocuted.
She still vividly remembered last night—next to the table was a drawer, and his knee had pressed against it. The drawer’s handle clattered loudly from the impact. Even without opening her eyes, she could feel how intense it had been.
She warned him: “What are you doing? I’m really done. If you go again, I’ll break.”
“...”
“No,” he said, “I’m thinking about when to register our marriage.”
Yan Man paused for a moment: “So soon?”
“After proposing, isn’t the next step registering?” He frowned slightly, a rare expression for him, and asked in a low voice, “Are you planning to back out?”
Yan Man clicked her tongue, as if this were a perfectly reasonable suggestion. “You’re right.”
“...”
The man ignored her nonsense and, after a brief pause, added: “I read that today is auspicious for weddings.”
“Do you really believe in that?” Yan Man asked. “Besides today, when’s the next good day?”
“Five days from now.”
“Then let’s wait five more days.” She pulled the blanket closer.
Ye Lin studied her for a moment. “Why?”
Yan Man extended her finger, revealing the marks on her neck.
“Do you want me to take wedding photos with three strawberries on my neck?”
“...”
Not satisfied, Yan Man leaned closer and innocently asked: “When you were working so hard on my neck yesterday, did you think about taking me to register for our marriage today?”
“...”
After thoroughly indulging in their verbal sparring, at noon five days later, she took a short leave.
The crew members asked: “We’ve never seen you take time off before. Is something big happening?”
She turned sideways and opened the passenger door: “Yeah, going to register.”
The person pointed at the car: “So the driver is...?”
Ye Lin’s name was already on the tip of everyone’s tongues, so Yan Man didn’t bother answering.
She raised an eyebrow nonchalantly and said: “Without official status, he always feels insecure.”
Driving Ye Lin: “...”
They soon arrived at the civil affairs bureau. During the photo session, the staff encouraged them to move closer together.
When the photo was ready, the staff turned the screen toward them: “I love your shows so much. You two look even better in person than on camera.”
After admiring it once more, they sighed: “You two are truly a perfect match.”
It seemed they weren’t CP fans, but they genuinely liked the couple.
Yan Man leaned forward to take a closer look and asked: “Can you zoom in a bit?”
“Yes, of course!” The staff enlarged the image. “As celebrities, your wedding photo will be made public, so it’s good to check carefully.”
Yan Man shifted her gaze downward and suggested: “Can you zoom in on the neck?”
“...”
________________________________________
After registering, the wedding was naturally scheduled.
Ye Lin provided several locations, acting very meticulously. He even prepared several documents and placed them in front of her to choose her favorite.
Yan Man set aside her script and studied them for a while before deciding: “This one. I’ve never seen a wedding on a ship before. It sounds interesting.”
The yacht was scheduled to set sail, and only familiar guests were invited. On the wedding day, after changing into her wedding dress, Yan Man remembered leaving something in his room and went back to retrieve it, lifting her skirt carefully.
Ye Lin was adjusting his suit jacket when he saw her push the door open. He paused.
Her white wedding gown trailed elegantly along the floor, adorned with three-dimensional embroidered camellias that swayed and bloomed with each step. She looked like she was walking through a misty forest, leaving behind a trail of blossoms wherever she passed.
Her veil was pinned delicately in her hair, cascading down in ethereal layers. Beneath the gossamer fabric, her dark eyes and red lips were faintly visible, exuding a beauty that was both dreamy and striking.
After about ten seconds, he finally spoke: “Why are you here? Didn’t they say we shouldn’t see each other before the wedding?”
“I left some liquid glitter here,” she said, lifting her skirt carefully as she approached, pointing to the bag by his bedside. “It’s in your bag.”
Today’s high heels were a first-time wear—a custom-made pair from Valentino’s bridal collection. But as everyone knows, the brand’s reputation can be summed up in one phrase—
Every pair of Valentino shoes demands blood sacrifice.
Meaning they’re notorious for causing blisters, especially during the first few wears.
So Yan Man rarely wore this brand, making an exception for the wedding. She walked cautiously, avoiding putting too much pressure on her feet.
Finally reaching the bed, she misstepped but landed softly on the mattress. Reaching out, she grabbed her bag.
Lying there, she rummaged around for a while before retrieving the item. Then she turned her head to look at Ye Lin, who had been watching her intently: “Why are you staring at me?”
Ye Lin: “Because you look beautiful.”
She pouted, pulled out a nearby mirror, and dabbed some glitter eyeshadow onto her eyelids.
Seeing him approach, she assumed he was urging her to leave.
She rolled over and said: “Alright, I’ll go back soon—”
But after packing her things, she rolled to the side and slid into his arms.
Unbeknownst to her, he had also lain down on the mattress. At this moment, his arm wrapped around her waist, and his chin rested gently on her shoulder.
“Don’t move,” he said. “Let me hold you for a bit.”
Yan Man allowed him to embrace her for a while before extending her hand to cover his heartbeat. “It’s beating so fast.”
He hummed in acknowledgment, saying nothing. She continued: “I always thought my first time wearing a wedding dress would be for a shoot. Never expected that after all these twists and turns, it’d still end with marriage.”
She teased, “You’re getting such a bargain.”
He chuckled, resting his chin in the crook of her neck, repeating her words.
“Mm, what a bargain indeed.”
A few more minutes passed, and Yan Man sensed people would soon start looking for them.
She gently pushed him: “Are you done yet?”
Realizing he seemed reluctant to let go, Yan Man retreated slightly and made a teasing suggestion: “...Wedding dress play?”
Ye Lin: ?
Noticing the man’s slight frown, but also the barely perceptible heavy roll of his Adam’s apple, Yan Man triumphantly blinked and stood up. “Just kidding, don’t take it to heart.”
“...”
He said in a low voice, “Teasing me and then running away?”
She pouted, agreeing without reservation. “That’s my style.”
But as she was leaving, she turned around very seriously. “Mainly, if you tear it, we won’t be able to get married. How would I explain that to everyone?”
...
The wedding began in the evening and ended punctually at night.
They exchanged rings, recited their vows, and Yan Man received her new diamond ring, watching him slide it onto her finger.
There were no media present, nor was there any live broadcast.
Thus, during the toast after the wedding, the two agents came over with a suggestion: “It’s been trending for a long time. Everyone is digging through the guests’ Weibo for tidbits. Why don’t you two post something on Weibo?”
Yan Man nodded and started selecting pictures.
Bi Tan also discussed with Ye Lin: “You haven’t posted on Weibo for three months. On such a joyous occasion, why not post your first-ever nine-grid picture? Your fans are about to blow up my private message box.”
Ye Lin was quite agreeable today, replying with a simple “okay,” then lowered his head to select suitable photos from the wedding album.
Soon, Bi Tan refreshed Weibo and saw that his artist had posted pictures.
Before he could feel relieved, he browsed through them one by one, sensing something was off.
Indeed, it was a nine-grid layout, but—
Why were there no pictures of himself at all?!
On the Weibo page, all nine pictures were of Yan Man in her wedding dress, with the red marriage certificate in the center.
To an exaggerated extent, even two different angles of Yan Man taken at the same moment were posted.
Comments broke ten thousand within minutes:
[Other people’s nine-grid layouts are selfies; his nine-grid layout is all pictures of his wife.]
[The centerpiece is the marriage certificate.]
[Hahahahaha]
[Ye Lin: Such an important nine-grid layout must be reserved for everyone to admire my wife’s beauty.]
[This time, it’s a real·wife.]
[Yan-Ye shippers: Years of shouting, dreams come true, I’m fulfilled [awsl]]
[Manman looks so beautiful today, and Ye Lin is so handsome.]
[The bride is indeed the most beautiful, happiness nurtured by love.]
[Nurtured, what nurturing?]
[Location tagged as Ireland. Doesn’t everyone know that here you can only get married, not divorced?!]
[Dang, getting hit hard.]
[A cruise ship! So tonight, did they really do it on the water?]
[Composition of ordinary people: 82% water.]
[Composition of Yan-Ye shippers: 82% lewdness.]
...
Seeing this, Bi Tan initially intended to laugh it off, until later, when the event had dispersed, and he and Simon finished discussing their joint endorsement work while walking down from the sixth floor.
Suddenly, music came from a room. Simon curiously asked, “Who’s playing the piano? Let’s go see.”
From a distance, they could only see the top window of the room. The person’s nose and above appeared intermittently, deep-set eyes, wet bangs.
Bi Tan recognized him immediately: “Ye Lin? What’s he doing playing the piano late at night instead of spending his wedding night?”
The window acted like a small viewfinder. As if moved by deep emotion, he moved back and forth, the music fluctuating deeply and shallowly, occasionally emitting a few vibratos.
Simon squinted to look at the shadow projected on the ground.
The arch of the foot was stretched on the back of the chair, the curve of the calf was very familiar. He had seen this shadow countless times in magazine photos.
Simon denied, “What Ye Lin? It’s my artist playing, okay?”
The two turned their heads, stared at each other for a few seconds, and reached a consensus—
Not a solo, this was a duet.
...
Adhering to the principle of non-intrusion and not disturbing the newlyweds, the two quickly went downstairs. Facing the sea breeze, Simon smoked two packs of cigarettes fiercely.
Exhaling smoke rings, Simon said melancholically, “Having nightlife, I envy that.”
“...”
•
The next morning, Yan Man woke up with a sore waist and back, her entire leg numb.
Pulling open the curtains, outside was the azure sea, waves rippling.
She gazed at the golden sunlight scattered on the sea surface, unable to figure out how—after the banquet ended, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. She passed by the piano, had a bit to drink, and couldn’t resist showing off her musical talent—
How did kissing on the piano happen?
Alright, it’s quite normal in idol dramas, but how did kissing turn into discussing the video they watched together before?
Then he leaned over and whispered in her ear: “Weren’t you curious before? What should be done on the piano?”
What should be done? Done what?
She was dazed until a cool sensation on her chest made her realize—
Oh, it turns out it was her being done.
She was held sitting on the piano the whole time, and the piano sounded remarkably lively and crisp. Every movement produced a string of music. If not for her legs reminding her, she would have thought she created some shocking masterpiece last night.
She admired the sea outside the window until the grand conductor of this piano piece, refreshed with fresh minty breath, walked out of the bathroom.
Ye Lin raised an eyebrow: “Awake?”
“Mm, dreamed of winning an award for playing the piano and got scared awake.”
“...”
The cruise lasted three days, with chefs providing buffet meals every day and many entertainment facilities on board. Everyone had a great time.
The wedding proceeded uniquely and smoothly, almost without any unexpected incidents, except when leaving, everyone talked about the most memorable moment. Someone mentioned hearing very beautiful piano music in the middle of the night—
And then she accidentally spilled all the wine in her hand onto Ye Lin’s fingers.
•
After the wedding, Yan Man refocused on filming.
After wrapping up her current project, she received a new and excellent script.
It was a movie, a sequel to a previously popular IP.
However, there would naturally be a gap between the end of filming for one project and the start of another, giving her time to prepare and transition.
A good team has high standards for movies.
Yan Man spent over a month working closely with them. Due to an emergency in the director’s family, an investor wanting to push an actor into the cast, the team’s resistance, and scheduling conflicts with the platform, among other reasons, the production had to be postponed.
She was at home when Simon informed her of the news.
Simon said, “Since it’s postponed by ten months, you can take a break if you want. You can also take on another suitable drama if it comes up. No big deal, good things take time.”
Yan Man agreed, hung up the phone, and instinctively began to ponder.
“Ten months, what can I do in that time?”
After reflecting for a moment, she muttered, “Enough to have a baby.”
Ye Lin, who was just walking out of the bedroom: “...”
Seeing him standing still, Yan Man thought she might have misremembered and looked up to ask, “Isn’t it ten months of pregnancy?”
“...Yes,” he said softly, “Do you want one?”
Yan Man reflexively sat up: “Want what?”
“...”
“A child.”
“I was just saying it casually.”
A few minutes later, she added, “But it seems like we could give it a try.”
Ye Lin sat beside her as she analyzed, “It’s usually troublesome for actresses to return to work after childbirth. But look, I’ve already signed this contract, and there’s another drama scheduled to air during this time. After giving birth and recovering, I can slowly ease back into work, so it won’t really affect much.”
Pausing for a moment, Ye Lin said, “Having a child can be quite difficult. If you don’t want to, I’m not insisting.”
Yan Man: “Are you saying it’s okay not to have one?”
“Up to you,” he replied. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“It’s fine. If it happens, we’ll have one. I quite like kids; they’re fun.”
He hummed in agreement: “If you get pregnant, I’ll stop working and stay home to take care of you.”
Yan Man deliberately elongated her tone and leaned closer, teasing, “You’re being so good to me?”
She was someone who often acted on impulse. Decisions that others agonized over for days, she could make in minutes.
But she wasn’t the type to lose enthusiasm quickly either. Once she decided to do something, it meant she was prepared to see it through and do it well.
A few days later, Yan Man started feeling noticeably off. After eating two sour plums and still feeling nauseous, she mysteriously leaned over and asked him, “Am I pregnant?”
Ye Lin glanced at her. “I took precautions.”
Yan Man: ?
He explained, “It’s a habit. That day was too rushed, and I didn’t think about it at the time.”
Yan Man pretended to be surprised, covering her lips. “...So is it not yours?”
“...”
Her casual remark came at a cost. Early the next morning, the man dragged her to the hospital.
After the examination, the doctor said, “You’re not pregnant. It’s likely psychological, combined with eating sour food on an empty stomach, which irritated your stomach.”
“Oh.”
She turned her head, both relieved and slightly disappointed, gently patting the pure black hat on Ye Lin’s head. “Thank goodness. The color of the hat is safe.”
“...”
Upon returning home, the man pinned her to the corner of the sofa, his warm breath brushing against her neck. “Thinking of putting a green hat on me?”
“Just joking,” she grinned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I stay home all day; when would I have time to pick hats for you?”
Ye Lin held her chin, studying her for a moment before asking, “Have you really made up your mind?”
“Hmm?”
He said, “The process from pregnancy to childbirth is very complex.”
Her casual comment the other day made him uncertain if she was truly prepared, so he continued taking precautions.
Perhaps for many, it was just a necessary process, but he didn’t want to hide these things from her. Motherhood was noble, but it also required enduring many challenges.
Sometimes he even thought, sparing her from such hardship wouldn’t be bad either.
“Of course I know,” Yan Man reassured him, lightly touching his lips. “Don’t worry. Just one child, for some liveliness.”
He gazed at her for a long while before softly replying, “Mm.”
Beside her, the phone vibrated. Yan Man picked it up—it was a message from Zhou Xuan.
[Heard you’re trying to conceive?]
[[Image][Image][Image]]
Yan Man opened it and stared for a while, not quite understanding. “What are these?”
Ye Lin also looked over with her, seemingly understanding but pausing before answering, “Images.”
“I know they’re images,” Yan Man pouted. “What are they depicting?”
“Two people,” he pointed. “Stacked together.”
“Ah, they’re drawn so tightly; I didn’t even notice.”
Yan Man clicked her tongue. “Why did she send me this comic?”
“It’s not a comic.”
Yan Man tilted her head, waiting for him to continue.
Ye Lin zoomed in on one of the images and then said gravely:
“These are... several positions that facilitate conception.”
Google Sites
Report abuse