Primrose wasn’t totally convinced.
As long as she hadn’t figured out a way to help him release all that bottled-up desire, there was a good chance he’d lose control like that again someday.
But at least she knew one thing for sure that he would always stop the moment she asked him to.
"It’s fine," she said with a gentle smile, taking his hand and leading him back toward the bench where they’d left their things. "I know you didn’t mean any harm."
Edmund still kept his head low, lost in his thoughts. [That fortune-teller was right,] he admitted to himself. [I have way too much bottled-up desire ... I need to find a way to get rid of it!]
Primrose’s eye twitched slightly. If he completely lost his desire ... wouldn’t that mean—No. That sounded even worse! That sounded like impotence!
"Edmund," she called his name, her voice more serious now. "There’s nothing wrong with having a desire for your own wife."
Edmund didn’t say anything, so she added, hoping to ease his mind, "Just so you know ... I feel that way too. I get flustered whenever I look at my handsome husband."
Edmund choked on his own saliva the moment he heard her words.
He hadn’t expected Primrose to call him "a handsome husband", especially in such a sweet, sincere voice.
Slowly, he lifted his head. But as soon as their eyes met, he quickly looked away, flustered.
"But ... it would be wrong if I did something that made you uncomfortable," he said quietly. "I don’t want to hurt you ... or worse, hurt your feelings."
[If I forced my wife to deal with my desire,] he thought sadly, [I wouldn’t be any different from the kind of men who’ve hurt her before.]
[I never want my wife to be traumatized because of me,] he continued in his mind. [I’d break her heart, and she’d feel like the one man who was supposed to protect her ended up hurting her instead.]
Sometimes, Primrose found Edmund’s habit of overthinking a little frustrating. But moments like this—when he cared so much—made her heart melt.
"Oh, Edmund ..." Primrose smiled gently. "As long as I know my husband has no bad intentions toward me, you won’t hurt my feelings," she said. "And about your ... bottled-up desire, we’ll figure that out together later."
She glanced around quickly, checking to make sure no one was watching. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she gave him a light, sweet kiss on the lips.
"Come on," she said, patting his chest with a gentle laugh. "I want to see the temple now."
Edmund froze, stunned by the kiss. He hadn’t expected his wife to kiss him like that in public. But once his brain caught up, he quickly nodded, a little dazed, and gathered their things.
"I’ll show you the way," he said, his voice softer than before.
Primrose slipped her arm around his, and the two of them walked side by side toward the Moon Goddess’ temple.
Edmund had said it would only take ten to fifteen minutes, but it ended up taking twenty. Primrose hadn’t expected the path to be slightly uphill the entire way.
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