Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Fish and Water Joy

There was an eerie silence in the bedroom for two seconds.

Jiang Hexue's anger suddenly flared up.

"Seeking you to relieve my lust?" She sneered. "Chen Qingchen, what you said is really harsh."

"If I were like this, I wouldn't have asked you to go to the Lantern Festival tonight. We've already done it three or four times!"

"Besides, even if it's like this, what does it matter?" She was naturally articulate, and even more ruthless when arguing. "Everyone has desires. You're my husband, so isn't this your duty?"

"...I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen lowered his voice. "I said the wrong thing."

His attitude is like a punch on cotton.

Jiang Hexue was soft-hearted and would not tolerate harshness, so his anger immediately subsided.

She stared into his beautiful, moist peach blossom eyes, and simply thought, friction is inevitable between husband and wife, but no conflict is once... unsolvable.

If the problem cannot be solved, try again a few more times. After all, quarrels at the head of the bed are often made up at the foot of the bed.

She then hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him down even lower, softening her voice: "Zhaohua, it's been so long since we last met, I miss you so much... Don't you miss me at all?"

She was asking the question even though she knew the answer.

No matter how passive Shen Qingchen is, no matter how cold her words are, her body's reaction is the most honest.

As unfunny as ever.

"I want to." Shen Qingchen closed his eyes, knowing that her so-called "want" was only superficial, but he still allowed himself to misinterpret it.

He thought about her all the time.

He wanted to go to Qianxiangfang to see her, but he was afraid of disturbing her, fearing that his desire to control her would make her uncomfortable or make her get tired of him faster.

So he moved his usual books to the attic, and looked out at the street from the attic window, hoping that her carriage would appear at dusk.

But I can only wait for the curfew to sound day after day.

But he knew that she had gone to look for Fu Wang several times.

He was terribly jealous.

He wanted to take her home countless times and questioned her, asking why she had time to go see Fu Wang when she couldn't go back to see him - it was obvious that the post station was less than a quarter of an hour's drive from the palace.

Is Fu Wang so much better than him?

After riding his horse for half a street, he suddenly thought that if he was so rude and aggressive, she would definitely be disgusted with him.

It's not right to ask, and it's not right not to ask - watching her having such a good chat with Fu Wang and becoming more and more distant from him, he will eventually have to wait for the day when she abandons him.

"Qiong Qiong," Shen Qingchen lowered his body, gently rubbing her earlobe, and murmured. "What should I do?"

He didn't know how to get along with her.

It seems like nothing I do can change the outcome.

"What are you supposed to do?" Jiang Hexue was aroused by his biting and was completely puzzled. "You don't know how to untie this dress?"

She tilted her head and kissed him, still with small kisses, and said vaguely: "Faster. Come a few more times..."

-

Jiang Hexue could always sense Shen Qingchen's irrepressible possessiveness in the most intimate moments.

For example, her eyes were covered with a silk handkerchief again at this moment.

Such as the hand he held on her waist, which was so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to crush her in his arms.

Jiang Hexue wanted to tell him that she was no longer shy and wanted to see him.

But she was so blocked that she couldn't speak, and even her sobs were intermittent and incoherent.

Shen Qingchen is too studious and has an excellent memory, which is not a good thing for her.

All the weaknesses of her body were memorized, and his fingers skillfully moved upwards from her heels, and tiny electric currents crackled all the way.

But the initial nervousness and slight fear were gone. This time with her eyes blindfolded, she felt that every subtle touch was infinitely magnified.

Shen Qingchen was good at archery, and his fingertips had thin calluses. When he touched them, it was not painful, but extremely itchy. The more delicate the area, the more unbearable the itch.

After finally releasing her lips, Jiang Hexue hurriedly hugged his shoulders and called out, "Zhaohua..."

Shen Qingchen murmured, "Hmm," "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Hexue shook her head and nodded at the handkerchief: "I want to take it off."

After waiting for a while, Shen Qingchen didn't answer, but loosened the hand that was around her waist, tied her wrists instead, and lifted them over her head.

He leaned over and kissed her again, his fingertips gently and slowly stroking the protruding bone of her wrist, then moved up to stroke the edge of her ring, gently turning the white flower with his fingertips.

Jiang Hexue thought he didn't hear her, so she looked for a gap and turned her head away: "Husband——"

"I want to take it off." She struggled with his hand, but couldn't get away. "Help me."

"What did you say?" Shen Qingchen finally spoke, his tone as calm as ever, but he said this. "Maybe I'm drunk, I don't understand."

Jiang Hexue was dumbfounded. He never expected that such shameless words would come out of his mouth.

It was just a sip of Xifeng Liquor. How could he have such a poor alcohol tolerance?

"I want to see you." She softened her voice.

Shen Qingchen laughed very lightly.

"Look at what I'm doing." His voice was so soft that she couldn't grasp the emotion in it. "That's it."

He was just fulfilling his duty and was just a tool to help her vent her sexual desires.

He couldn't get the tender and lingering gaze between lovers, and he didn't deserve it.

"Are you really like this..." Jiang Hexue muttered and said no more.

She couldn't say anything.

This time was much more comfortable than last time. Last time was the first time, and no matter how patient and gentle Shen Qingchen was, it was inevitable that she would not be able to handle it well, and she was more or less difficult to adapt.

Even so, she still experienced great pleasure.

This time, Jiang Hexue finally understood why this was called "sexual pleasure" and why some people would indulge in sensual pleasures and lose control of themselves.

It's really refreshing and fun.

She no longer scratched him as unbearably as she did last time, but took the initiative to kiss him, kissing the corners of his lips, jaw, and neck.

Instead of a light kiss, she deliberately sucked him, holding a small piece of skin in her mouth and grinding it gently.

That's how the mark was left on his arm on his birthday.

Shen Qingchen didn't hide, his low and hoarse voice fell into his ears, scratching him itchyly: "Cat. You want to leave a mark again."

Jiang Hexue said confidently, "How dare you refuse?"

"I dare not." Shen Qingchen chuckled and kissed her ear. "You can stay anywhere."

Sometimes he would be glad that Jiang Hexue liked his appearance.

At least she won't leave until this love is gone.

He also wished she would leave marks on his body, the more the better, and it would be best if she kissed him until there was no clean skin left.

Let this little trace show her sporadic and vague feelings for him, and let him know that he also has a place in her heart.

It's just that he is too greedy and his desires are insatiable.

-

Jiang Hexue didn’t know why Shen Qingchen had such good physical strength.

It was clearly him who exerted all the strength, and after it was over, he still had the energy to carry her to bathe her, comb her hair, and change her clothes. Now he brought her some hot milk to drink before she went to bed.

Small pieces of snowflake crisps made of white sesame and peanuts are soaked in milk. There are also two pieces of bacon crisps on the porcelain plate next to it. They are made of winter bamboo shoots mixed with bacon and can only be eaten at this time of year.

Jiang Hexue was so comfortable that her eyes narrowed into slits. She was too lazy to do it herself, so she snuggled in his arms and asked him to feed her.

"Husband," she asked while leaning on Shen Qingchen's neck while eating her midnight snack. "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

"If you don't have any plans, we can stay in the house and lie on the couch together all day. We can sleep when we're tired, stare blankly when we wake up, and stare blankly until we're tired again... Okay?"

When she was sleepy, her voice became softer and had a muffled nasal sound, like a kitten purring.

Shen Qingchen had never experienced such a lazy and decadent life, nor did she quite understand it, but she was still softened by her words.

I just feel that anything is fine when I'm with her.

"Okay." He agreed, and after a moment of silence, he tentatively asked her, "Can I help you with Jiang Heye's matter?"

"I want to put him aside for now," Jiang Hexue said weakly. "After all, the Qingyuan incident is over, and there's no need to worry about him going far away."

Shen Qingchen nodded, fed her, and told her other things: "Princess Has is promised to King Jing, and the wedding date is set for the 19th."

"I know. It's so hasty." Jiang Hexue exclaimed.

"Qingyuan has already left the borders, and the marriage between the two countries should not be hasty and impolite." Shen Qingchen said. "You and I must attend together."

Jiang Hexue was not opposed to this kind of banquet. In addition, he was looking forward to meeting Yun Li, so he readily agreed.

"Ling Zhao is so cute and lovable," she couldn't help but say. "It would be nice if she could come visit more often... I wonder when she'll return to western Yunnan?"

"It should be after King Jing's wedding banquet." Shen Qingchen replied, and added, "Chang Ning is the Queen of Western Yunnan after all. If she delays any further, it won't be until the first month."

Jiang Hexue sighed sadly, feeling extremely reluctant to leave. He felt that it would be a wonderful thing if he also had a beautiful and lovely young lady.

Thinking of this, he went to see Shen Qingchen again.

The hot milk was finished. He put the porcelain bowl down and held another one in his hand. The bitter taste of the herbs made her wrinkle her nose instinctively. "What is it?"

"Contraceptive soup." Seeing that she was unhappy, Shen Qingchen took the bowl, finished it in a few mouthfuls, and put it away.

"You just said..." Jiang Hexue stumbled, unable to finish the sentence. "This medicine is so bitter, it's bound to hurt your body. It's better not to use it again."

"No problem." Shen Qingchen refused, his voice cold and flat.

Jiang Hexue didn't like his cold and hard attitude. She snorted softly and wanted to move away, but he held her so tightly.

"Be gentler." She poked his cheek. "Smile."

Shen Qingchen smiled obediently, with a slight curve at the corner of her lips, but her eyes were calm.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Jiang Hexue pushed him down and asked, lying on top of him. "Are you still worried about something?"

Shen Qingchen pursed the corners of his lips.

"How many days will you stay at home?" he asked softly, his clear eyes inevitably revealing a hint of cautious longing.

Only then did Jiang Hexue realize that she seemed to have neglected him.

"Stay a few more days," she mumbled. "But I brought you a New Year's gift, my dear Zhaohua."

Shen Qingchen opened the brocade box at her urging.

It is a bracelet, strung with a vermilion silk rope, with round incense beads and red jade rabbit beads strung together alternately, totaling ninety-eight beads.

The incense beads were also engraved with patterns using fine needles, including lotus flowers with two stems, lovebirds with two wings, and intertwined branches...

The owner's intentions are evident everywhere.

But this string of beads was exactly the same as the one he saw on Fu Wang's wrist during the New Year.

But Fu Wang got it earlier than him.

Shen Qingchen stared at the bracelet and thought about the reason for a long time.

Is it because of this that when he puts it on and smiles, he looks somewhat like Fu Wang?

A flood of mixed feelings flooded over me at this moment.

Reluctance. Anger. Wronged—humiliated.

Shen Qingchen wanted to ask her, but just as she was about to open her mouth, she heard Jiang Hexue in her arms speak in confusion.

"Zhaohua, you... don't like it?"