Chapter 32 She sniffed, feeling aggrieved.

The girl's voice was soft, and contained some innocent doubts.

Xie Qiao was silent.

He looked at the girl, not knowing how to explain.

If in the past, when Song Jin was not by his side, he could have simply ignored it and let it fade away slowly.

But now, with the girl's warmth and softness beside him, he felt that he could hardly control himself.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Ajin, you..."

Before Xie Qiao could finish his words, there was a knock on the door.

Song Jin seemed to remember something, and she quickly got up from the bed: "Oh, it must be Aunt Xiao who brought me something!"

After saying this, Xie Qiao was left alone in the bed tent.

Song Jin has been so busy lately that he didn't even have time to pick up the small clothes that he asked Aunt Xiao to make.

Song Jin felt embarrassed to trouble Aunt Xiao to send it to her.

Song Jin quickly welcomed the person in to the main hall: "Excuse me, Aunt Xiao."

Aunt Xiao laughed and said, "Little girl, why are you still so polite to me?"

Song Jin lowered his head and smiled.

Fortunately, she went to the street yesterday and bought not only clothes but also dried fruits and snacks, and now she has filled a whole box.

As soon as Aunt Xiao sat down, Song Jin quickly pushed the fruit box over to her: "Aunt Xiao, try it."

Aunt Xiao got up early today and was not in a hurry. She handed the small dress to Song Jin and said, "Come, Jin, take a look. Is there anything that doesn't fit? I haven't been sewing for a few days during the New Year. If there is anything that doesn't fit, I will modify it for you now."

Song Jin unpacked the new garment.

In addition to the small clothes, she also had a new set of pajamas made for her by Aunt Xiao, with small orchids embroidered on the corners.

It’s so cute, Song Jin loves it very much.

She put the small dress away and said, "It looks like it should be a good fit. I'm not in a hurry to wear it. If there's anything that doesn't fit, I'll ask Auntie to alter it for me later."

Aunt Xiao smiled and nodded: "That's fine!"

As she spoke, she glanced around and then lowered her voice: "Girl, where is your husband?"

"He...he hasn't gotten up yet."

Auntie Xiao smiled so much that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were all folded together: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Auntie is here early, I hope I didn't delay you two young couples?"

"What are you talking about, Auntie!" Song Jin quickly put away the small clothes. She grabbed the rough cloth wrapped in her hand and said, "What can I do so early in the morning..."

Having said that, Song Jin suddenly stopped.

She suddenly thought of the strange thing that happened under her husband's quilt.

Hmmmm?

No way, it can't be what she thinks?

Because it was New Year's Day, Aunt Xiao said a few more words and then went home to work. Song Jin took the package of small clothes and returned to the bedroom.

Help!

She is such a fool!

Just now she pointed at her husband and asked what that package was!

She took the package back and quietly stuffed the clothes into the box.

Although she and her husband had been very close, she still felt a little embarrassed to let her husband see her underwear.

Watching is one thing, doing is another.

Ever since she had sex with her husband, she has been wondering if she is a fool.

All those bold books she had read in the past have gone to the dog's stomach!

She closed the wardrobe and turned to look at Xie Qiao.

He had already put on his clothes and was sitting at a small table by the window, with half the cup of cold tea in his hand gone.

Song Jin moved closer and stood in front of Xie Qiao, her eyes unconsciously looking down.

She stammered, "Husband, are you feeling better?"

Xie Qiao followed her gaze and looked down. He subconsciously closed his legs and took a sip of tea with his usual indifferent look: "It's okay."

Then he suddenly thought of something!

...I still remember that one day, when he and Song Jin had not yet become husband and wife, Song Jin's eyes fell here.

He was still a little confused at the time.

But now.

He understood.

But it doesn’t matter. He didn’t say it clearly at the beginning, so it’s normal for Song Jin to think they are husband and wife.

...It doesn't hurt to take a look.

"That's good!" Song Jin smiled. Seeing Xie Qiao still wearing his old clothes, she wondered, "Husband, why don't you wear the new clothes I bought yesterday?"

Xie Qiao didn't care about what to wear in the past: "You don't need to wear this at home, just wear your normal clothes."

"Oh." Song Jin was a little disappointed.

She bought such expensive clothes just for her husband to wear them for her to see. If she didn't get this treat, she would be at a great loss!

She looked at it pitifully: "Husband, that new dress..."

But Xie Qiao still held his broken cup of tea and didn't even look at her.

She could never persuade her husband to make a decision.

never mind.

Fortunately, she just changed into new clothes to show to her husband!

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Song Jin worked efficiently and soon he had cooked a small table of dishes, six dishes plus two desserts and two fruits, to symbolize perfection.

Song Jin prepared the New Year's Eve dinner. She and Xie Qiao sat face to face in the main hall. On the altar in the main hall were the tablets of Song Jin's grandparents, father and mother.

Her brother's was clearly newly made.

Song Jin stood in front of the hall and burned incense towards them: "Grandfather and grandmother, father and mother, I am not the only one paying respects to you this time. Ah Jin is getting married."

Song Jin paused, and she whispered: "Brother should have told you, this is the husband that brother picked for me, an excellent husband."

The girl's whisper fell into Xie Qiao's ears.

After the girl finished bowing, he also stepped forward, lit the incense with great respect, and bowed three times.

Then he looked at Song Feng’s spirit tablet.

He was able to escape because of Song Feng's protection. Although he later agreed to marry Song Jin according to Song Feng's last wish, he still had some concerns in his heart.

When Song Feng rescued him, he recognized him as Xie Qiao from the Xie family. Although Song Feng knew that their family backgrounds were not a good match, it was only natural for him to sacrifice his reputation and repay the favor for the sake of his sister.

Fortunately, Song Jin was well-behaved, smart and polite, so he had no complaints.

Until now, this marriage is not entirely for the purpose of repaying a favor.

At least he was willing to consummate his marriage with Song Jin.

As Xie Qiao thought about it, he lit another stick of incense for Song Feng alone.

When he returns to Kyoto in the future, he will definitely capture the leader of the gang who tried to assassinate him and give an explanation to Song Feng and others.

Seeing Xie Qiao was silent in front of the spirit tablet, Song Jin quickly interrupted, "Husband, let's eat!"

"Yeah." Xie Qiao sat opposite Song Jin and looked at the dishes on the table, three meat dishes and three vegetable dishes, which were what he usually ate.

"Husband." Song Jin poured a glass of wine and also poured one for Xie Qiao: "This is the fruit wine I bought yesterday. It tastes so good. In the past, my grandfather only let me drink a little during the New Year!"

The wine pours into the glass, with a unique fruity aroma.

Xie Qiao didn't drink often in the past, but he would not refuse the glass poured by Song Jin.

He saw the girl holding up the cup and smiling at him obediently: "Husband, this is the first New Year we have celebrated together."

"Yeah." Xie Qiao stretched out his hand and the cups collided.

The girl drank the glass of wine, and her cheeks instantly turned slightly red.

This is so alcoholic...

Xie Qiao reminded: "No drinking in the future."

Song Jin listened, his mouth slightly pursed: "Got it."

Today she finally got a day off, and she didn't want to upset this old-fashioned husband.

She wouldn't want to be asked to copy the house rules by accident.

However, today was New Year's Day, and the girl took advantage of Xie Qiao's inattention and drank a few more glasses.

It's just fruit wine, it's okay.

Until the end, Song Jin's cheeks turned slightly red, and when Xie Qiao wasn't paying attention, Song Jin came over and sat next to him.

The half-drunk girl's almond eyes were full of sparkle, and she called out obediently, "Husband."

Xie Qiao responded: "Yes."

The girl seemed a little embarrassed. Her fingertips were about to tear her clothes, and she hummed and stammered.

She called out again, "Husband."

Xie Qiao did not respond this time. He lowered his eyes and looked at his wife who was like a little kitten.

Not in the bed curtains, he couldn't hear Song Jin's thoughts at the moment.

But looking at her expression...

If he is not drunk, he is thinking about random things.

Seeing that Xie Qiao didn't respond, Song Jin seemed to have made some decision. She bit her lip, and while Xie Qiao was not paying attention, she directly sat on him.

Soft lips pressed against his ear.

He listened to his young wife almost fainting from shyness, but still plucked up his courage.

She said, "Husband, can we sit down and do this for once?"

Xie Qiao: “!”

He glanced coldly at the ancestors placed in front of the hall, then looked at his shy little wife in his arms.

He closed his eyes.

He knew that Song Jin's thoughts in the past were not in the right direction.

But she was just thinking about it in her heart and was very polite on the surface. If he couldn't hear Song Jin's inner thoughts, he would have no idea what his little wife was thinking.

If she had asked in the tent, he might not have refused.

only……

We are now in the main hall and it is daytime.

He's not crazy.

There is no way he would do such a thing as committing adultery in broad daylight!

The little wife in my arms had a soft body, and there was a pleasant fruity scent in her breath.

But he was still as hard as iron and refused coldly: "No."

"Hmm." The rejected girl was obviously disappointed.

The originally straight waist collapsed.

But she is...

But I mustered up the courage to say it!

My husband actually refused. He refused!

Not reconciled!

Not willing to accept that at all!

He refused to wear the new clothes I bought for my husband, and he wouldn't let me when I mustered up the courage to seduce him into having sex with him.

Today is clearly the tenth day.

fraud!

Song Jin thought about it, and took advantage of the alcohol to rub his legs randomly. She swayed back and forth, and Xie Qiao's face suddenly changed.

His large hands clamped the twisting waist and he shouted coldly: "Stop messing around!"

The little girl on his body suddenly calmed down.

Then she sniffed, feeling aggrieved.

The two of them hugged each other, and Xie Qiao couldn't see Song Jin's face, but could only hear her voice.

Then he sighed.

He stretched out his arms and embraced the lithe girl, whose legs were easily wrapped around his waist. This posture was extremely intimate.

Song Jin felt nervous.

[Wow!] It’s coming! I've seen this pose in pornographic pictures! 】

[My husband still cares about me!] 】

[Use this trick more often in the future!] 】

[Sister Ju Lan is right!] This waist-crossing posture is really close! 】

Song Jin buried her face in Xie Qiao's neck and followed him as he led her to the bedroom.

Her little face is red and her heart is yellow.

She has already remembered how it was done in the picture!

Xie Qiao pushed open the bedroom door and entered, then had someone put him on a chair next to the table.

Song Jin blinked: "Hmm?"

Xie Qiao turned around and placed the family rules that he had kept aside in front of her.

The key point is turned to the next page.

Song Jin looked at him with some grievance.

It says:

"Eating, drinking, sleeping, and other things must be regulated. Every word and action must be controlled."

Song Jin looked at Xie Qiao eagerly, the blush on his face had not yet faded, and he looked pitiful.

Xie Qiao turned his head and stopped looking at her.

He just decided that he must not let this little girl get what she wanted, otherwise she would become more and more demanding in the future.

He must nip this matter in the bud today.

This will make it easier to teach in the future.

only……

Xie Qiao clenched his fists.

Just now, Song Jin had provoked him to a point of anger, and he would have to wash it off with cold water later.

"Ajin." He said in a restrained and cold voice, "Today you will copy this page and be able to recite it by heart."

Song Jin's cute face was blown to pieces.

It was like a thunderbolt in winter, which struck her and made her unable to move.

She really does!

You are shooting yourself in the foot!

If I had known this, I wouldn’t have been so greedy for my husband!

Why is she so greedy! Just wait until evening!

Song Jin wanted to argue a few more words, but Xie Qiao stopped looking at her and turned to leave the room.

He looked a little anxious.

Song Jin slumped down dejectedly. She picked up the pen helplessly and copied two words on a blank piece of paper.

Then he crumpled up the paper and threw it away in frustration.

So annoying!

Breaking house rules!

Song Jin was thinking, and suddenly she remembered something.

She happily held the pen and wrote and drew on the paper. After drawing for a long time, she put down the pen and fell asleep on the table.

In order to let Song Jin calm down, Xie Qiao did not come in the whole afternoon.

As the day went down, he found that there were no lights on in the house, so he went in to check.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Song Jin sleeping on the table.

Xie Qiao's heart softened.

She had just drunk some wine, and it was a bit difficult for her to copy the house rules.

As Xie Qiao thought about it, he lit the candlestick himself and walked to Song Jin's side.

There was still a slight blush on the girl's cheeks, and when she smelled it closely, there was a hint of alcohol.

The girl lay obediently on the table, sleeping soundly.

Xie Qiao couldn't bear to wake her up, so he just looked at the paper on the table.

The candlelight was dim, and he could clearly see the paper on the table.

Then he froze in place, his expression unclear.

The girl did not copy any of the house rules that afternoon, but instead made a time book.

The booklet was delicately and meticulously made, even with patterns painted on the edges, and it was obvious that it was meant to be treasured.

And there was nothing else in that book but the numbered days.

Every ten days, a small flower is used as a mark.

Xie Qiao closed his eyes in silence.

This book is the day they will have sex in the future.

Xie Qiao clenched his fists -

OK, OK, OK.

His sweet little wife.

The little wife originally wanted her to control her inner lust.

They actually made this kind of thing right under his nose!