Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Daytime. Prostitution.

Before being pressed onto the couch, Jiang Hexue looked out the window.

It was almost evening, but the sky was still bright with clouds gathering. The red plum blossoms outside the window were not as lush as when she first entered the house. The orange sunlight filtered through the gaps between the petals, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

What they did here was nothing short of committing adultery in broad daylight.

This word really should have nothing to do with Shen Qingchen. Jiang Hexue pushed him nervously: "Don't..."

It's too early. She hasn't had dinner yet.

But this time, the refusal backfired.

The skirt belt loosened, the outer shirt fell off, and Shen Qingchen's grip on her waist became stronger, blocking her lips forcefully, swallowing all her words.

He had never been so ungentle and unyielding to her wishes before. All her breath was plundered by him, dense and rapid. It was difficult for Jiang Hexue to breathe, and pushing him was useless.

I had no choice but to bite his lower lip, hoping to make him leave in pain.

But Shen Qingchen seemed not to feel the pain.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and the air between his mouth and nose was too thin. Jiang Hexue put her hand on his chest and bit his lips hard.

The salty taste of blood spread between the teeth.

Shen Qingchen finally stopped and pulled away, her thin lips dyed dark red, her crow eyelashes half covering her dark, bloodshot pupils.

"Is it not possible?" he asked, his voice very hoarse.

Did she hate him so much?

It was obvious that she had been going home more frequently in the past few days, and would come over to hug him when she was resting, which meant she had not yet grown tired of him.

I should like him more than before.

Could it be another illusion, or was it just a sweet treat before the slap?

That slap really hurt. It hurt so much.

"No, it's not impossible..." Jiang Hexue replied, her breath rasping. "I just can't breathe..."

Shen Qingchen held her waist, pulled her close to him, and hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Qiong Qiong." He murmured to her. His reason was mostly out of his control at this moment, and any words he said were inappropriate.

He just wanted to ask her bluntly to restrain herself, not to go out, not to stay with Fu Wang, and not to look at any pornographic actresses.

He wanted to tell her that he couldn't bear it.

He wanted to admit to her that he was such a jealous person, despicable, selfish, and had no sympathy for others. He only wanted to have her all to himself.

But if that were the case, would she hate him even more?

The body of the girl in his palm was rising and falling slightly with her breathing, her black hair fell softly on his neck, and the fragrance of red plum blossoms in her hair penetrated into his nostrils.

That was the hair oil he had applied to her the day before.

Shen Qingchen tilted his head and kissed her hair, then through the thin material of her middle garment, he kissed her neck which was half-hidden by her hair.

Still not enough.

He bit open the buttons on her neck and intimately pressed against her smooth white skin, kissing along the graceful lines of her neck when she tilted her head, and finally landed on the small red mole in the crook of her neck.

She once said that beautiful moles are meant to be kissed by your partner.

I wonder if in her opinion, a partner is the same as a lover.

Shen Qingchen lowered his head, gently grasped the small piece of skin with the tip of his teeth, and kissed it so slowly that it was almost awkward and timid.

He knew very well that he was not qualified, but he was still obsessed and rude and wanted to leave a mark on her.

He stopped only when she whimpered uncontrollably. He gently rubbed the mark with his fingertips and whispered, "Qiong Qiong."

Jiang Hexue was kissed by him until she felt as soft as if she had no bones.

"Don't just kiss this spot..." She leaned against his chest, her eyes hazy. She didn't care about the time or dinner at this moment. "You don't have to be so patient."

Amidst the intimate and passionate kisses, the veil dragged on the ground.

The young man's fingertips were warm and cool, but wherever they touched, it was as if tiny sparks were ignited. Jiang Hexue's waist wanted to collapse inch by inch, but he held her tightly to prevent her from doing so.

She was still sitting on his lap, with nowhere to lean back on. She was so soft that he could only hold her in his arms, like white, tender, sweet tofu, or soft and glutinous red beans falling into the palm of the food official.

"What's the name this time..." He had no intention of letting her lie down, Jiang Hexue asked weakly. "I'm so tired."

Shen Qingchen set up a welcoming pillow for her and let her lean on it to rest.

"Why is it like this?" Jiang Hexue leaned back for a moment, exhausted. She raised her eyes, her hazy gaze finally focused when she saw his face clearly. "Why don't you take off your clothes..."

He was dressed neatly, his coat was not loose at all, the belt around his waist was tied tightly, his hair crown was still on, and his black hair was not a mess, which was in stark contrast to her demeanor.

Jiang Hexue stretched out her hand to hook it, but her wrist was firmly grasped by him. She was immediately surprised: "Chen Qingchen! You don't want to stop here, do you?"

"Is it okay?" he asked.

"Of course not!" Jiang Hexue was furious, and his other hand reached down to his waist without hesitation.

As expected, he was restrained by Shen Qingchen again.

"It's not like you didn't react!" Jiang Hexue was both angry and embarrassed by his provocation. "Don't give up halfway!"

She was already completely engrossed in his embrace and kisses, so how could he stop just like that? He was making her feel like she was in a state of turmoil.

Shen Qingchen changed his position and tied her two wrists with his right hand, preventing her from moving.

The left edge of his sleeve curled up slightly, and he shook it slightly, and the loose red jade bracelet fell onto the table with a crisp sound.

"No." Shen Qingchen held out his left hand to her and said in a hoarse voice. "Help me pick it off."

He was referring to the white jade ring on his left ring finger. Jiang Hexue took it off as he was told and put it on his own hand: "Alright...!"

Sudden, yet as surging as the tide.

Jiang Hexue trembled and looked at the base of his palm pressing against her lower abdomen. Before she could say a word, her red lips were covered by him again.

"You like me." Shen Qingchen rubbed her lips, his voice low and vague. "I can also serve you happily."

As their ears and temples rubbed against each other, Jiang Hexue felt a cool metallic touch on her ankle. She lowered her eyes hazily and made out that it was a thin gold chain adorned with a golden bell.

Shen Qingchen tied it gently, lowered her head to kiss the edge of the gold chain, and kissed her protruding ankle.

"Qingqing, shake it."

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The clouds and rain finally stopped, and Jiang Hexue was wrapped tightly in a thin quilt by Shen Qingchen, curled up and waiting for him.

He didn't reach the last step, but his fingers were so flexible that they made her muscles and bones sore, her body limp, and she had no strength left.

He touched the skin inside her thigh that had turned red from being rubbed, then Jiang Hexue lowered his eyes and stared at the anklet he had just tied on her.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was not a simple pure gold chain, but was interwoven with diamonds and stuck above the ankle.

She has fair skin, and wearing this kind of jewelry makes her look more delicate and exquisite. Jiang Hexue was narcissistic for a while, then turned the golden bell attached to her back to the front to admire it.

It was a small and exquisite one, about the size of her fingertip, but the carved white jade flower in the center was lifelike. When it moved slightly, it made a lively and crisp sound, which was not loud, and could only be heard if one was very close.

Jiang Hexue admired it contentedly for a while, then lowered her eyes to admire the nail polish on her toes.

This was the color that Shen Qingchen had just dyed for her a few days ago. It was a deep red water golden phoenix with tiny gold dots. She swayed her ankles left and right to admire it, and the golden bells rang softly.

It was another day that he dressed her up beautifully.

Jiang Hexue couldn't help but smile with her eyes curved. Her anger about the other party's reservations about him had also mostly dissipated. Seeing that he was not well yet, she took the bronze mirror beside the couch and looked at herself.

Her cheeks were rosy and her skin was as delicate as porcelain. She didn't get any acne even in the dry winter, and her lips were not chapped at all... They were just red and swollen from his kisses.

"Love is like a plant, it needs to be watered frequently." "1" He really took good care of her and nourished her. Jiang Hexue admired herself in the mirror without missing a single detail, and the last bit of her anger disappeared.

But the sound of water in the purification room has not stopped.

Although he had not been quick in his baths in the past, they had never been this long. Jiang Hexue thought about his previous demeanor and walked over with more energy: "Zhaohua?"

The door was bolted, and Shen Qingchen answered her hoarsely: "Soon."

"Is it uncomfortable?" Jiang Hexue leaned against the door frame and spoke softly to him, enduring her shyness. "Husband, I can help you too."

Shen Qingchen didn't respond, probably still unwilling.

"I'm willing to do that too..." Jiang Hexue added tentatively.

The door was opened, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the clean room, then slammed the door shut.

With his back pressed against the golden nanmu door panel and the white marble door frame stained with cold moisture, Jiang Hexue trembled slightly and looked up at Shen Qingchen.

The young man's pupils were dark, the corners of his peach blossom eyes were tinged with red, his black hair was damp and cool, and his eyelashes drooped wetly: "You did it voluntarily."

He changed the hot and cold water several times, but he still couldn't suppress or release his desire. The pain made him feel embarrassed and helpless.

Jiang Hexue nodded and looked down: "Don't do this next time..."

Her eyes were covered by one of his hands, and he used his other hand to hold her wrist and pull it down. The moment he covered her eyes, both of them became breathless.

"Qingqing," Shen Qingchen lowered his body and kissed the mark on her neck. His voice was hoarse at this moment. "Say something, please."

"Tell me, you still love me."

-

When I finally had time to relax, it was already midnight.

The chef from Zhiwei Temple had already arrived at the palace. At this moment, Jiang Hexue was curled up in a recliner, eating a bowl of pickled cabbage and shredded pork noodles she cooked, while looking at Shen Qingchen who was measuring herself with a tape measure in front of the bronze mirror.

"Are you going to make spring clothes?" she asked, pursing her lips. "Why do you have to measure yourself? Someone from the clothing department should do it."

Shen Qingchen said "hmm" softly: "What color do you like?"

"Spring clothes...green? Light pink? Aqua blue? Light yellow?" Jiang Hexue asked. "In spring, brighter colors look better."

Shen Qingchen took notes with his pen in hand, not knowing what he was sketching with his head down. She did not speak to disturb him, but thought about Zuileju while eating.

Zuileju is a newly opened restaurant, and Fu Wang looked like a regular customer today... But he had been preparing for the imperial examination these days, so how could he have the time to go there? And he had been there so many times?

Jiang Hexue was puzzled, and when she thought about it carefully, she was shocked to find that the friend she trusted so much because of their childhood friendship had also changed a lot and could no longer be trusted by her.

And why did Shen Qingchen suddenly appear in Zuileju today, with such abnormal emotions and behavior.

Jiang Hexue stared at his back and sighed softly.

If he could take the initiative to speak and act coquettishly with her, she wouldn't have to worry about it.

When she asked him, he would just say "It's okay" and try to control his emotions to make it look more perfect so that she couldn't find any flaws.

"A silly little fish who is always worried about everything." She muttered to herself, but she really couldn't figure out the reason why he lacked a sense of security. She gave up in fear and thought about Zuileju.

The Soul-Returning Incense is indeed an unexpected surprise today. It would be great if it could be useful to Jiang Heye.

I have to go to Zuileju again.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't even know when Shen Qingchen came to her side.

"What are you thinking about?" he leaned over and asked.

"Zui Le Ju..."

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The author has something to say: "1" adapted from "Teaching Children"