Chapter 73 Chapter 73 But you shouldn't be like this, abandoning me like a worn-out shoe...

Jiang Hexue was surprised and at a loss.

Her feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and she couldn't take a single step towards him. Her eyes seemed to be glued to him, unable to move an inch away.

The visual impact of this scene is too strong.

The finest wine was a dark red and translucent agate. It fell on the deep clavicle of Shen Qingchen. The drops gathered until they could no longer bear the weight, then fell onto his rosy chest and abdomen, slowly dripping along the grooves that he had just guided her hand to caress.

The young man had a clear and extraordinary appearance, with wet black hair, thick black eyelashes, and brow bones that seemed even more handsome and superior due to his thinness. The corners of his peach blossom eyes were tinged with a faint and alluring blush, and his eyes were deep, making it difficult to understand the emotions within them.

The fingers holding the gilded wine cup were cold, white and slender, and the crimson was deeper and more transparent than his chest, and had become the same color as the bracelet on his wrist, as red as his ear holes that had been allergic to it before.

His thin lips were stained with wine, turning a moist and attractive red. He raised the corners of his lips slightly, drawing a faint smile.

The funny shadow only stayed on his lips and could not fall into those deep eyes.

"You're not even taking a single step towards me?" Shen Qingchen opened his lips, his voice soft and hoarse, with a vague smile. "Isn't it fresh enough?"

Jiang Hexue was speechless for some reason and could only shake his head.

She only felt a difficulty in her throat, and a complex mix of emotions, and for a moment she didn't know where to start to tell him.

But Shen Qingchen hooked the wooden box.

"Which one do you like?" he asked her. "Give it to me."

Jiang Hexue was forced to lower his eyes to look.

She saw many things that people would not even dare to write about in obscene lyrics and songs.

There is a semi-transparent hollow gauze.

There was a small whip and a bundle of ropes.

There were many more, but she couldn't tell what they were used for. Or maybe she could tell, but she didn't dare to think about it. She could only raise her eyes again, look him in the eye, and whisper, "Zhaohua, don't..."

Shen Qingchen pulled Jiang Hexue towards him and raised his body to kiss her.

The wine in the gilded wine cup had been poured out. He put the cup aside casually, pressed his long fingers on the back of her neck, moved close to her, and kissed her.

My mind is in turmoil, twisted into a knot that cannot be untied.

He was clearly the one who was most reluctant to have excessive physical contact with her. He always felt that if he did so, affection and lust would be mixed together and she would not be able to tell the difference.

But now he wished she could take the initiative to kiss and touch him, to let him know that she was not tired of his body yet.

After all, apart from his appearance, there was nothing else about him that could make her like him.

But Jiang Hexue didn't. He just tilted his neck back and accepted it silently, his fingertips touching his wet collarbone and keeping some distance.

It seemed as if she was afraid of getting close to him and dirtying her.

"I'm not dirty." Shen Qingchen stepped back, his voice trembling slightly. "I only learned it for you. I only have you, very clean."

"Have you seen my toad blood?" He couldn't let her see it now, so he just pointed at her stubbornly. "I'm different from Fu Wang."

Jiang Hexue shook her head repeatedly, panting slightly as she replied, "That's absolutely not my intention... Wait for me, I want to take a bath."

Bathing was just an excuse. She just desperately needed to be alone for a while to sort out her confused thoughts.

Shen Qingchen was so abnormal that she didn't know where to start to comfort him.

She didn't know what he was thinking. She only now realized that Fu Wang had put a bigger obstacle in their relationship than she had imagined.

And she must have done something that caused him to misunderstand.

"I'll accompany you." But Shen Qingchen stood up and picked her up by the waist. "I'll serve you."

Jiang Hexue struggled in vain, but to no avail. Her waist belt was pulled open, and the clothes underneath her skirt dragged on the ground, leaving a winding and messy path from the bed to the bathroom.

Shen Qingchen locked the back door through which the maids delivered water, and carried her into the bath, but did not immerse her in the water. His gaze fell on her as if it had substance.

It's like thin clothes can't provide any barrier.

Embarrassed. Angry. Panicked and desperate to appease him.

Jiang Hexue struggled again, and withdrew his arms from around his neck, covering himself in front of his body: "Let me go!"

But Shen Qingchen still held her tightly, holding her slender butterfly bones with his palms, stroking them gently, which was even more teasing than the previous one.

Jiang Hexue's body was shaking and weak, and she was afraid that she would really fall into the bathtub, so she had to put her hand back on his neck.

Shen Qingchen smiled softly: "Good boy."

Jiang Hexue's ears felt numb and hot: "You..."

Shen Qingchen held her and sat down by the pool, then raised his arm and let her sit astride him.

"It's a little hot." He whispered, as if explaining to her why she couldn't take a shower yet, but his fingertips rubbed her spine inch by inch, as if he was saying something else.

"Stop touching me." Jiang Hexue protested.

If she continued to be seduced by him like this, and they made love to her, she might not even remember what he had just said.

And he would whitewash his emotions, and no matter how she asked, he would just say lightly "It's okay".

"Why." Shen Qingchen stopped his hand on her back and stroked her cheek with his other hand, saying vaguely, "I don't like it."

"No," Jiang Hexue denied, but before she could finish the second half of the sentence, her lips were sealed by him again.

The kiss was fierce and urgent, full of plundering and attacking desire. Shen Qingchen held her whole body in his arms, not allowing her to retreat even a little.

Jiang Hexue felt like she was about to melt in his arms. She sobbed and pushed him away, biting his lips hard to force him to stop.

But this time, even after biting her skin, he didn't stop. He just raised his eyes and looked at her expression.

Jiang Hexue saw herself reflected in his dark eyes, her cheeks flushed and her eyes blurred.

Shen Qingchen retreated a little, and turned to light kisses, with the hand on her back hooked in the gold thread, and the other hand pointing downwards.

Jiang Hexue felt wronged by his bullying: "The water is cold..."

There was still a hazy mist in the clean room, many things were unclear, and many emotions slipped through her hands.

Shen Qingchen kissed away her tears, hugged her and sank in: “Just right.”

The warm pool water overflowed.

The bathing pool was originally very large, but he insisted on pressing her against the wall, holding her tightly with his arms, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Zhaohua." Jiang Hexue's breath was disordered, and she called him with the last bit of clarity in her mind. "Qingqing, don't be like this."

But now no matter how she acted coquettishly, it didn't work, and those sweet and lingering names couldn't coax him. Shen Qingchen pushed her knees apart and approached her.

He held her cheek with his fingers and patiently took off her hairpin, necklace, earrings one by one and loosened her tied hair.

"Why not?" He lowered his eyes, his cold lips lingering on her eyelashes, nose tip, and earlobes, repeating the question. "Don't you like it?"

The girl in his arms had skin as white as a spring peach, her eyes full of spring, and she leaned against the pool wall as soft as a boneless body. The arm on his shoulder was also very soft, and it was wet from what he had touched just now.

Every detail told him that she was clearly intoxicated.

But she still refused and told him "no".

The emotions and desires that had been suppressed for so long were unbearable, and the skin was red and itchy because of not taking anti-allergic medicine in time, but nothing could suppress the aching and surging emotions in the chest.

She still didn't want him.

Even though her current demeanor was similar to Zhong Qingxiang's at the previous New Year's Eve banquet, she still didn't want him.

It was clear that she would have taken the initiative to ask for his help at that time, but now all she could do was cry and refuse.

"Why don't you want me?" Shen Qingchen's voice was hoarse and almost lost. He held her face and asked stubbornly. "I only like him."

He couldn't do it without her consent.

But it was so painful that he could hardly stand: "You hate me so much, Qiong Qiong."

Jiang Hexue finally understood his current thinking.

Simple but stubborn.

If you want him, then continue. If you don’t want him, then that means you don’t like him, you don’t want him, and you hate him.

"I don't hate you." She hugged his neck tightly and said softly, "I don't want you, I don't dislike you."

"I love you."

Shen Qingchen didn't respond, but his tense jaw seemed to relax a bit. He gently lifted her legs and let her sit on the edge of the white jade pool.

Jiang Hexue lowered his neck, coaxing him softly while kissing him gently, from the tip of his ear, along his jaw, to the hidden little mole next to his Adam's apple.

But as soon as he got close, Shen Qingchen dodged him.

"You're doing this again," his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he closed his eyes uncontrollably. "You've lied to me again."

"I didn't..." Jiang Hexue was stunned by what he said.

"You have!" He suddenly raised his voice and stared at her like a cat whose tail was stepped on and its fur stood up.

But it was just that sound. Seeing her face turned pale with fear, Shen Qingchen lowered his voice again, unable to hide his grievance: "You just lied to me."

He rested his forehead against her shoulder, and Jiang Hexue stretched her fingers up into his hair, playing with it softly: "Husband——"

"You still remember that we are husband and wife." Shen Qingchen hugged her tightly, choking with sobs. "Then where are you going with Fu Wang on your back?"

"You can run away with him, or you can ask me to divorce you, but Jiang Hexue, how can you just leave like this without caring about anything?"

"You've taken care of Xiao Qionghua and Xiao Hehe, but what about me?" He straightened up, looking into her eyes, the corners of his eyes red. "The person you spend every day with, the one you sleep with, is clearly me, Jiang Hexue. What about me?"

Her rationality was finally shattered, and she couldn't suppress her aggressive questioning. Shen Qingchen held her shoulders, her peach blossom eyes sparkling with water: "What do you think of me?"

"Should I be a slut serving you, or a tool for you to exploit?" His voice was hoarse, the words almost forced out. "Or a plaything for your pleasure."

Jiang Hexue's mind went blank after being shocked by this series of words.

"It's not like that..." She hesitated, never expecting his misunderstanding to be so profound. "I'm not going to be with Fu Wang..."

"I admit it all, Qiong Qiong." Shen Qingchen interrupted her and choked out a sob. "But you shouldn't be like this, abandoning me like a worn-out shoe."

Tears fell, creating tiny ripples on the water surface.

Jiang Hexue felt a dull pain in her chest from being hit. She wanted to speak, wanted to say a lot of words, but her throat was so hoarse that she couldn't utter a word. She urgently needed to moisten her throat.

Between the bath water and the remaining wine in Shen Qingchen's collarbone, she decisively chose the latter, lowered her head, and eagerly sucked it clean.

"Zhaohua, listen to me," she said anxiously, her dry, hoarse throat finally able to utter a sound after being moistened. "This is such a huge misunderstanding..."

But Shen Qingchen blocked her lips with her fingertips, curved a shallow smile, and asked her: "Is it delicious?"

"Nod, or shake your head." He practically put his fingers in her mouth and let her bite them.

Unable to utter a word, Jiang Hexue could only nod.

"Do you still want me?" he asked again.

Jiang Hexue nodded anxiously.

The fragile knot was untied, and Shen Qingchen pulled her into the bath water, holding her lower back.

The calm water suddenly surged.

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The author has something to say: Coconut: It’s just that the noise is so fierce [burst into tears]

Friend A: It's just flirting [shy]

Friend B: My dear husband [shy]

Friend C: I want to see them () () () [shy]

Coconut: [melted]