That night, after taking a warm bath and gently toweling her damp hair dry, Sophie Lin stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in soft cotton, her skin still tingling from the heat of the water. The room was dimly lit, bathed in a golden hue from the bedside lamp, and the air held the faint scent of jasmine from her shampoo. Before she could say a word, Leonard Yan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her securely into his chest. His embrace was warm, strong, and grounding—so natural now that she leaned into it without hesitation.
But just as she settled against him, he looked at her with bright, expectant eyes and said with his usual innocent bluntness, "Let's make baby, now." The words landed like a spark, and Sophie's face turned crimson in an instant. She looked up at him, stunned, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. "Leonard… do you really know what that means?" she asked, her voice low, tinged with nerves and disbelief.
Leonard nodded with utter seriousness. "Yes! Leonard and Sophie make love as husband and wife," he said confidently, almost proudly, as if repeating something he had thought about carefully. Sophie's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't just the content of his words that struck her—it was the sincere warmth behind them, the genuine affection in his tone.
She bit her lip, her hands slightly shaking as she held onto her robe. "I… I've never done this before," she said softly. "I don't know how."
Leonard paused, his expression changing. His eyes filled with a gentle, protective warmth, replacing his usual playful look. He stared at her for a moment, taking in her honesty.
Then he slowly raised his hands and cupped her face, his thumbs gently brushing her warm cheeks.
"Then we take it slow," he said in a low, reassuring voice. "Sophie not scared. Leonard be careful."
Then Leonard leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a soft, hesitant kiss that made Sophie's eyes gently close. It wasn't rushed or demanding—just warm and full of quiet promise. The kiss slowly deepened, tender and lingering, their breaths mixing in the stillness of the room.
Sophie's heart raced—not from fear, but from the deep closeness between them. Leonard held her gently, his hands resting lightly on her waist, treating her like she was something fragile and dear. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close, grounding herself in the moment.
Every touch, every quiet breath they shared carried unspoken understanding. Leonard's warmth surrounded her, his heartbeat steady against hers, and she let herself melt into the safety of his embrace. As he looked at her flushed lips, dreamy eyes, something deep stirred in him. A strong, unwavering need to care for and protect the woman in his arms.
She was beautiful—not just in appearance, though Leonard could never deny how captivating Sophie Lin was. He saw it in the way she smiled at him, in how gently she touched him, and in every patient word she spoke.
Leonard slowly leaned in and pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to her neck, drawn to her as if by instinct. He felt her body tremble faintly, her breath hitching under his touch. His hands slid around her waist, fingers tracing the curves of her hips before finding the hem of her shirt. With deliberate slowness, he lifted the fabric, peeling it away and letting it fall to the floor.
His palms glided up her bare sides, savoring the warmth of her skin, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed under his fingertips. He kissed a slow, burning trail along her collarbone, each press of his lips teasing another soft sigh from her. His fingers traced the delicate line of her spine, memorizing every dip and curve, as if he never wanted to forget the way she felt beneath his hands.
She gasped as his touch grew bolder, his hands exploring with a mix of hunger and tenderness. His lips followed—down the slope of her shoulder, over the quickening flutter of her pulse, across the soft swell of her breasts. Every kiss was deliberate, every caress meant to draw out another shiver, another breathless sound.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth found hers again, this time deeper, more insistent. The rest of the world blurred, leaving only the heat between them, the way their bodies fit together, and the quiet, desperate need to discover every last inch of her.
"Sophie is so beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and full of honest admiration.
Sophie's cheeks turned bright red. She lowered her lashes and bit her lip, trying to hide the rush of emotions flooding through her. Her heart raced.
With a low growl of desire, Leonard swept Sophie into his arms, her body molding against his as he carried her to their bed. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he laid her down with aching slowness, his eyes never leaving hers.
Leonard stepped back just far enough to undress. His shirt fell open as he popped the buttons, sliding off to reveal his toned chest and stomach. He shoved his sweatpants down and kicked them aside.
Now naked before her, every inch of him showed his strength—his broad shoulders, muscular thighs, and the hard proof of how much he wanted her.
Sophie's breath caught as he returned to her, the heat of his skin searing against hers. He caged her beneath him, his weight deliciously heavy as he kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands roaming possessively over every inch of her.
Leonard captured Sophie's mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue sliding against hers with slow, teasing strokes. She gasped into him as his hands moved behind her back, deftly unhooking her bra. The fabric fell away, and his breath hitched at the sight of her bare breasts—soft, flushed, perfectly fitting in his palms.
"Sophie is beautiful," he murmured, thumbs brushing over her nipples. Then he bent his head, flicking his tongue across one peak before drawing it into his mouth, sucking gently. Sophie arched against him with a whimper, fingers tangling in his hair. "Leonard—!"
His hand trailed down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties. She tensed as his fingers grazed her folds, already slick with arousal. "Sophie is wet ," he growled, tugging the fabric down her legs and tossing it aside.
When he knelt between her thighs, Sophie instinctively tried to close them, cheeks burning. "I've never—no one's ever—"
"Leonard will make you feel good," Leonard coaxed, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. His tongue dragged through her folds, circling her clit, and she cried out, back bowing off the bed. The sensation was dizzying—heat pooling, muscles clenching.
A sharp gasp tore from her as he slid his dick into her entrance, the stretch unfamiliar. "It—it hurts," she choked out, nails digging into his shoulders.
Leonard stilled, kissing her temple. "Breathe, Sophie." His thumb rubbing slow circles on her clit as her body adjusted. "Better?"
She nodded shakily, and he leaned up to claim her mouth again, letting her taste herself on his lips. "Now," he whispered against her skin, "let Leonard show you how good it can feel."
Leonard shifted his weight, aligning his hips with hers. The first slow roll of his pelvis dragged his hardened length against her, drawing a shaky moan from Sophie's lips. She could feel every inch of him—hot, insistent, teasing where she needed him most.
"You feel so good Sophie," he murmured, catching her whimper with a kiss as he pressed forward. His thrusts started shallow, letting her body adjust to the delicious stretch, but soon found a deep, steady rhythm. Each movement sent sparks through her, the friction building until her thighs trembled around his waist.
His thumb never left her clit, matching the pace of his hips—circling, pressing, wringing pleasure from her in waves. "So wet, tight and warm," he growled, watching her face as she unraveled. "Feel how perfect you are."
The slap of skin, the creak of the bed, the way his breath hitched when she clenched around him—every sound, every sensation pulled her higher. His rhythm faltered only to sink deeper, chasing his own release as he pushed her toward the edge.
Leonard couldn't get enough.
The moment their sweat-slicked bodies cooled, his hands were on her again—turning her onto her stomach, dragging her hips back against him with a groan. The slap of skin echoed as he sheathed himself inside her, deeper this time, the bed frame creaking under their weight. She arched into him, gasping as his calloused palms gripped her waist, thumbs pressing bruises into the dimples of her lower back.
His rhythm was relentless, each thrust punctuated by the wet sounds of their joining, the choked noise he made when she clenched around him. His breath sawed ragged against her shoulder—" just like that—"—before his teeth scraped her skin in warning. One hand slid forward to circle her clit, rough and demanding, and she cried out as the coil in her belly snapped.
"Leonard—!"
Leonard followed with a low, broken sound, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her. The warmth of him spilling into her drew a shiver through them both, their bodies trembling in unison. He collapsed gently atop her, their breaths ragged and mingled as they lay tangled in the quiet aftermath.
For a long moment, neither spoke—just the sound of their breathing filling the space, hearts slowly returning to a steady rhythm.
Then Leonard shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder before carefully rolling to his side, never letting her go. He pulled Sophie into his arms, holding her close with a protective grip that was tender but sure. Her head rested against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
Wrapped in his warmth, Sophie closed her eyes, her fingers lightly curled against his skin.
"Leonard stay with Sophie," he whispered sleepily, voice soft and full of peace.
She smiled, her voice barely a breath. "Always."
And with that promise wrapped around them like a blanket, they drifted off to sleep.
The following morning, Sophie stirred beneath the covers, blinking sleepily as her muscles protested with a dull ache. Her body felt sore in places she hadn't expected, a reminder of the intimacy they had shared. Reaching out instinctively to the other side of the bed, her hand met only soft, empty sheets. As usual, Leonard was gone.
For a moment, she lay still, memories of the previous night pouring into her like a flood—his hands, his voice, the way he'd looked at her as if she were the only person in the world. Her face flushed a deep pink, her chest blooming with warmth and a shy sort of joy. He was so hot… so sweet in bed… she thought, still not quite believing it had all really happened. A smile touched her lips as she slowly sat up, stretching her arms with a soft sigh. Feeling a light, fluttery happiness fluttering in her chest, she slipped out of bed, padded across the room, and headed into the bathroom to freshen up.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, freshly dressed and with her damp hair loosely falling over her shoulders, Sophie was surprised to see Leonard standing right outside the door, holding a tray of breakfast with both hands. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight—warm congee, steamed buns, and a cup of freshly steeped tea, all arranged with surprising care. "Leonard… I'm so sorry. I missed breakfast," she said quickly, guilt flashing in her eyes. But Leonard shook his head with that bright, boyish grin that never failed to warm her heart. "It's okay! I brought breakfast for my wife," he declared proudly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The way he beamed, his whole face glowing with happiness, made something inside Sophie melt. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest as she whispered with a smile, "Thank you, my hubby." Leonard's grin widened as he hugged her back tightly, his arms strong and secure. He was clearly pleased with her affection, holding her just a little tighter, as if he wanted to protect her from the whole world.
"Sophie, does it still hurt?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with concern as he leaned down to look into her eyes. Her cheeks turned crimson instantly. "I'm fine now," she murmured, lowering her gaze with shyness. She hadn't expected him to bring it up so openly, and yet, hearing his concern made her heart flutter. "Sophie, last night was really nice," Leonard said with a smile that was both innocent and affectionate. "Leonard likes it." At his bold honesty, Sophie let out a tiny squeak of embarrassment, quickly covering her face with her hands. "Leonard," she said in a tiny voice, peeking between her fingers, "you can only do… those things with your wife, okay? Not with anyone else." Though she trusted him completely, she couldn't deny the truth—Leonard was still strikingly handsome, his charm both disarming and magnetic. And while he might not fully grasp how alluring he was, she knew others would. What if someone tried to take advantage of his innocence?
But Leonard shook his head firmly, pouting with childlike certainty. "Leonard knows! Only with Sophie," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Sophie burst out laughing, relief and affection rushing through her. She reached up and gently pinched his nose. "Good," she said playfully. But before she could say more, Leonard leaned down and planted a quick kiss on her lips, catching her completely by surprise. "Leonard wants more kisses from his wife," he grinned, eyes sparkling. Sophie laughed again, her heart overflowing with warmth, her gaze softening as she looked at him.
Then, his smile faded just slightly, and his voice grew quiet. "Sophie… everyone says I'm foolish. Do you really not mind?" There was something raw and vulnerable in his tone, a faint uncertainty that tugged at her heart. Sophie's smile gentled, and she reached for his face, brushing her fingers along his cheek. "I don't mind at all," she said sincerely. "Whether you're like this, or how you were before… I love both versions of you." Her words came straight from the heart, full of truth and warmth. Then, after a beat, her eyes twinkled as she added, "But if we're being honest… if you weren't like this, I never would've had the chance to marry you."
Leonard frowned slightly, confused. "Why?"
Sophie let out a soft sigh and looked down, her voice quiet. "The real you… the person you were before—he could've had anyone. You were brilliant, powerful, surrounded by people who admired you. Someone like me… would've never even crossed your path, let alone your heart." It wasn't bitterness—it was honesty. If Leonard hadn't been hurt, hadn't changed… he would've married someone else. Someone polished. Influential. Not her.
But fate had intervened. And now, he was hers.
Leonard's expression changed, growing serious as he pulled her into a firm embrace, his arms circling her protectively. "Sophie is the only one I want," he said, and there was no hesitation in his voice. Just the truth.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him with misty eyes, finally understanding that their love was real—not born of duty or convenience, but something that had bloomed quietly, beautifully, between two imperfect people who found comfort in each other. Wrapping her arms around him again, she nestled into his warmth. "I'm really happy, Leonard," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for accepting me."
Leonard smiled and pulled her closer, his heart overflowing with unspoken gratitude. There was a time he had wondered why he was born into a family that hurt more than it helped. But now he knew… Sophie was the best thing that had ever happened to him.