Chapter 33 Chapter 33 How many more times do you want to come?

Jiang Hexue never felt that the bathroom was small and cramped.

But tonight, after he finished speaking, she felt depressed.

He was serious, but she couldn't tell the difference.

But they are so close, how can they be without affection?

Besides...the warm and sincere confession afterwards was really too embarrassing.

"This won't work." Jiang Hexue said decisively. "Change it."

She didn't want to.

He doesn't want to lie to me.

Shen Qingchen's mind suddenly flashed through the words she said to Fu Wang with a smile that day, "I love you very much."

Why could she speak so frankly and happily that day?

Is it because of Fu Wang?

He closed his eyes slightly and asked stubbornly, "Why not?"

"You promised me before that you would tell me every day. Once in the morning, once at noon, and once before going to bed at night."

"On the 29th you went out to seek pleasure, and you returned today. In three days, you have returned nine times."

"From the 25th to the 28th, you said a lot at once during the winter hunt. Let's settle it."

"Before the winter hunt, we still haven't seen each other for two days, twenty-third and twenty-fourth, and six more times."

"You still lack me fifteen times." Shen Qingchen gave her an exact number.

Jiang Hexue's eyes darkened. She never expected that he would take her joke so seriously.

Xiao Qionghua would get impatient if a sentence was repeated fifteen times, let alone her.

What's more, after they were about to have sex, he wanted her to keep telling him the truth from the bottom of her heart.

Just embarrass her to death.

"Promises have a time limit." Jiang Hexue couldn't bring herself to explain this, so she struggled to pull him aside and said, "Don't be so serious."

Promises are time-limited.

Shen Qingchen repeated it silently, understanding.

It doesn't count. It was just a joke she made in the heat of the moment, but he took it seriously.

She didn't love him. It was lust, it was novelty, it was a superficial liking, but it wasn't love.

But they have come to this point.

She lied to him and said she "loved him", entangled herself with him, and urged him to flirt with her, threatening him with Fu Wang. In the end, everything became his fault.

He was forced to admit his own unbearableness, absurdity and meanness, but no matter what, he could not find where he went wrong.

But he was too stubborn.

I am so stubborn that I won't turn back even if I hit the wall, and I also want to ask stubbornly whether other promises still count.

Such as——

"You promised me a thoughtful New Year's gift." Shen Qingchen opened his hands and spoke slowly and softly. "Where is it?"

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Jiang Hexue was broken down by what he said, and cursed Xiao Qionghua a thousand times in his heart.

"Not yet." She forced a smile and shook his hand. "The New Year's Day isn't just today, it's still New Year's Day until the 15th!"

Shen Qingchen held her hand in his palm, said "hmm" very lightly, and didn't ask any more questions.

The answer in my heart was completely finalized, and the thorn was pierced deeply and heavily.

He thought that perhaps he shouldn't be so impatient and so harsh on her.

But the novelty was too elusive for him, and he knew that he was taciturn and boring, and he was afraid that she would be bored and abandon him.

But he really wanted to be close to her, stick to her, and not be separated from her for an inch.

Let her never see Fu Wang again.

In this way, will he be the only one in her eyes?

After a while, Shen Qingchen separated her fingers and slowly clasped theirs.

With his other hand, he exerted a little force and held her tighter in his arms.

His chest pressed against her back, his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Zhaohua, you are like a dog that clings to its owner." Jiang Hexue laughed happily.

Shen Qingchen said "hmm" softly again and accepted it.

"I'll hug you later." Jiang Hexue used flower petals to tightly seal the scars on his forearm, then bent down and kissed his hand.

"What are you going to do?" Shen Qingchen let go of his hand and asked.

"...Change clothes." Jiang Hexue glanced at him sideways, then shyly turned her head back. "The bath water is no longer hot."

They had never been so awkward before. Both of them were extremely embarrassed. She couldn't speak clearly, and Shen Qingchen, who was already a man of few words, spoke even less, only saying "hmm" and nodding.

"Get out." Jiang Hexue wrapped herself in a bath towel and glared at him when she saw him still sitting by the hot spring.

Shen Qingchen's skin was too white, and her shyness was obviously too obvious. Her ears were deeply red, and her slender neck was also pink.

The collar of her shirt was pulled tightly, but she could still imagine that her waist and abdomen underneath were also attractive, white with a hint of pink.

He even had to ask, "Is it convenient to use your arms like this?"

Jiang Hexue tried to twist it, but it was only a slight sting, which was nothing to her.

"It's inconvenient." But she deliberately frowned and said, "It hurts."

He was the one who asked the question, and now when she said it hurt, he was the one who didn't respond.

Both shy and twisted.

"Thank you, husband?" Jiang Hexue gave him a word.

Shen Qingchen then approached her and wanted to wipe it for her, but was too embarrassed to look at her, so she had to close her eyes.

"What are you embarrassed about?" When he was embarrassed, Jiang Hexue was no longer embarrassed at all, and just found him interesting. "Didn't you just glance at me?"

Shen Qingchen didn't answer, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her thin lips pursed straight.

Jiang Hexue leaned forward and kissed him: "Speak."

"The injury on your thigh," Shen Qingchen paused and asked, "how many years has it been there?"

"More than four years." Jiang Hexue counted and said.

She had so many injuries on her body, but that one was particularly serious, so the marks haven't healed yet.

I mean just now...

Jiang Hexue glanced at him, then at the scar on her thigh, and blamed him: "Why did you keep touching that place just now?"

"Uncomfortable?" Shen Qingchen brought her a new undershirt. Her ears were even redder than before, but she still insisted on asking. "Do it yourself, or should I?"

"You come here." Jiang Hexue started to fight with him, not believing that he would be thicker-skinned than herself.

But Shen Qingchen wanted to compete with her tonight. Her eyelashes were clearly trembling, but her hands were still steadily placing the neatly folded clothes on the stool.

Then, Leng Bai's fingers slowly rummaged through the pile to find a piece of imperial-colored embroidery, and lightly hooked the gold-sprinkled laces to lift it up.

He turned around and looked at her, his amber pupils clear and calm: "Mu towel, do you want me to help you take it off?"

The mist blurred his thick black eyebrows and eyes, his thin lips were red and swollen, and there was a small cut at the corner of his lip.

The scratches on the shoulder were visible from the collar of the inner shirt.

For the first time, Jiang Hexue felt that he was also very attractive.

"I can do it myself!" She couldn't stand it anymore and snatched Xiaoyi from his hands. "I give up! Get out!"

This scream made the already hoarse voice even more hoarse.

Shen Qingchen seemed to be stunned for a moment, and after a while, he pulled the corner of his lips lightly, closed the door and went out.

Jiang Hexue finally tidied herself up leisurely. She didn't rush out to look for him. She sat on a low stool, trying hard to sort out her thoughts.

She had too many questions that needed his answers.

About the marriage of Jiang Xingcong and Ruan Yueyi.

About why Shen Chuning, who should have gone south to return home, was in the palace, and about his younger brother.

About Princess Haas.

About...the real reason why he married her.

And now that he has solved the problem, how should they get along with each other.

Jiang Hexue didn't think he was a person who didn't keep his word, but was shocked to find that after more than a month, everything had returned to the starting point.

Now that he has nothing else to ask of her, she must try her best to hold on to his heart and ask him to help her.

But now, this shouldn't be a difficult problem?

She frowned and faced the round mirror, trying to twist her neck, raise her arms, twist her waist, and lift her left and right legs.

Just a little soreness, no severe pain.

What is said in the atlas is not entirely correct.

Still wearing his hairband on her wrist, Jiang Hexue tied her hair casually, found some medicine in her drawer, and went out in her slippers.

As soon as he started moving, he realized how awkward it was. After hesitating for a long time, he finally moved out of the clean room with a trembling step.

"Why is it like this?" Shen Qingchen glanced at her, puzzled.

She staggered like a duckling going into the river before learning to swim. Her long hair, which was tied up casually, had a few unruly strands of hair sticking out, just like the fluffy down of a duckling.

"It's all your fault!" Jiang Hexue glanced at him unhappily. "Come and hug me."

Shen Qingchen understood, put down the brocade box in his hand, held her in his arms with one hand, and put her back on the couch.

"Sit still," Jiang Hexue ordered. "Don't move."

Shen Qingchen hesitated to speak, her thin lips moved a few times, and finally she obeyed.

She moved closer, put one hand on his shoulder, and used the other to open his collar.

"...You want to come a few more times." Shen Qingchen grabbed her wrist, his voice trembling slightly.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Hexue was confused for a moment.

"Sheep intestine casings are mostly kept in the clean room." Shen Qingchen was unable to hold back. "I'll go get them."

"You rascal!" Jiang Hexue reacted and punched him hard on the shoulder. "I was trying to apply medicine on you! You're so injured..."

The conversation stopped here, and the two looked at each other for a moment, then looked away at the same time, their ears turning red.

Certain images flood into my mind and cannot be shaken off.

Shen Qingchen didn't even dare to look at the Nanzhu on her nail polish, and took the ointment: "No need to trouble you."

"There's also one on my back." Jiang Hexue hesitated. "Let me do it? One person takes responsibility for the work."

After taking off his clothes, she found that he had more and denser scars than she had imagined, and the bright red spots on Yu Yubai's chest were even more obvious.

"Why didn't you remind me just now?" Jiang Hexue said with concern as she applied the ointment to her fingers. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Shen Qingchen whispered.

That wasn't a wound. It was a mark she left for him alone.

Marking him as hers.

...if she wants it.

The candlelight is warm yellow and the lamplight is dim.

Jiang Hexue had put aside the serious matter he wanted to discuss. Seeing his fingers randomly tapping the brocade box, he casually asked, "What is this?"

"New Year's gift."

"I can't wait." She barely hesitated. "I want to see it now and give it to you in a few days."

Shen Qingchen didn't respond, and she opened her mouth to act coquettishly: "Qingqing Zhaohua, my husband - likes you, loves you, loves you the most."

But this time he was not embarrassed about it. His fingers exerted force unconsciously, and his pupils were deep, and even in the reflection of the flickering candlelight, they did not look gentle.

Jiang Hexue paused hesitantly: "Husband?"

After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen handed her the brocade box.

On the vermilion silk background, a white jade ring is quietly placed in the center, on which a white jade flower is carved, and inlaid with brilliant diamonds, reflecting a silvery-white and golden luster.

The most special thing is that this magnolia can rotate gently.

Jiang Hexue was stunned for a moment: "This is the first time I've seen such an exquisite ring."

Shen Qingchen laughed and watched her try it on her index finger, middle finger, and finally on her ring finger, where it fit perfectly.

"Just for decoration?" Jiang Hexue admired it with satisfaction. "It's so luxurious and unique."

"But I don't really like wearing it on my ring finger." She took it off again and turned it in the palm of her hand. She always felt that her index finger was the most beautiful and couldn't help looking at him.

His eyes were as calm as a lake without waves, yet it was as if a small stone had fallen into them, causing ripples to spread out, threatening to drag her down with it.

"Yeah." After a while, she heard him respond very softly.

"If you like it, use it to make your clothes."

"If you don't like it... just throw it away."