Chapter 75 Chapter 75 He turns pink when he is shy

Jiang Hexue almost melted in such a passionate gaze.

The young man's eyes were moist and translucent from crying, his eyelashes were still wet, but his eyes were so clear and bright, like amber washed by the sun, his smile and affection were intertwined in a clever way.

"I, I wouldn't." She was already feeling a bit nervous. She feigned a toughness, but stumbled. "You clearly also..."

Shen Qingchen was impatient and didn't listen to her finish her words. He hooked his arm around her waist and leaned over to kiss her.

Fiercely and urgently, he pried open her teeth, entwined his tongue with hers, and could not wait to demand it from her.

Jiang Hexue was in a daze, and in a trance, she seemed to feel like she was back to her birthday last year.

Generally strong, fierce... out of control.

She thought vaguely, perhaps, for Shen Qingchen, that was the moment when their love was the strongest.

After that, they became husband and wife, but he seemed to be more worried and anxious, yet he restrained himself so that she wouldn't notice.

While her thoughts were in chaos, Jiang Hexue caught a glimpse of the silver studs in his ear bones, and suddenly remembered the New Year gift he had given her.

That unique and exquisite white jade ring, the white jade ring, had the exact same hollow shape as the white jade ring he always wore on his ring finger...

Is it really just an ordinary piece of jewelry?

Suddenly, her lips were bitten lightly, and she withdrew her gaze from his ear and let out a confused "ah".

"You're distracted." Shen Qingchen retreated a few inches, hooked her chin, and stared at her, his breath slightly disordered. "Look at me."

His possessiveness was blatantly clamoring, his fingertips occasionally tugged at the loose belt around her waist, but he never pulled it off. The urgent kiss just now became gentle and tender again.

"Look at me," he repeated, pecking her lips stickily, his nose rubbing and arching against her cheek.

Starting to act like a spoiled brat again.

Jiang Hexue couldn't resist at all, nor did she want to resist. Her heart was as soft as a cloud dried by the sun.

She raised her face and looked him in the eye seriously: "I'm looking at you."

It was him who wanted her to look at him, and it was also him who was blushing because of her stare.

Jiang Hexue was aroused by his appearance and suddenly had evil thoughts. She reached out, put her fingertips under his collarbone and pushed him.

It falls down with a push.

She lay on top of him, took the initiative, and kissed his lips lightly and gently.

Shen Qingchen's lips are very beautiful, thin and pale, but not bloodless and pale, with a light red.

It is also very kissable, warm, cool and soft, like almond butter.

She traced the shape of his lips bit by bit, occasionally probing with the tip of her tongue. He always cooperated by opening his lips, but she never went deeper.

She had deceived him three times, and the hand that had been gently resting on her lower back suddenly gained strength. The scene in front of her eyes suddenly became dizzying, and when Jiang Hexue could see clearly again, the two of them had already switched positions.

The tip of Shen Qingchen's nose was slightly red, and his hands were on her cheeks. His clear eyes were stained with lust, burning hot.

But Jiang Hexue was very bold. She raised her body and gently bit his earlobe.

His breathing, which had just calmed down, suddenly became disordered again.

"Zhaohua," she gnashed softly with her teeth, her fingertips poking at his lower abdomen mischievously. "You're teasing me again."

Shen Qingchen held her wrist and lowered herself.

"Who's making trouble for whom?" He drank enough water, but his voice became hoarse again. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at her.

The belt of her pajamas was originally loose, and after being pulled several times, it just hung around her waist.

She didn't even put her hand up to hold her collar, revealing a large area of ​​frosty white and delicate skin that was dazzlingly white. Her muscles and bones were softer than spring water, and her fair shoulders were half covered and half exposed. With her breathing, her plump breasts rose and fell gently, swaying.

Shen Qingchen’s throat was extremely tight.

Perhaps because there were no longer any bitter or painful emotions, the youthful and pure love that had remained for many years spread, and he felt even more embarrassed than the first time.

He hooked two fingers on the tie that would fall off if pulled, but didn't dare to move.

He closed his eyes lightly, then moved his gaze upwards, stopping at the glaring little red mole on her neck, and leaned over to bite it lightly.

The moaning sound in my ears was delicate and fragmented.

Jiang Hexue bent her waist slightly, and then felt that he was dawdling, so she reached out to untie his belt quickly and efficiently.

"I want to see." He grasped the hand that had been resting on his waist, and she raised her eyes, her tone soft. "I'm curious."

Shen Qingchen had already given up on maintaining steady breathing or a restrained demeanor, and only raised his eyelashes when he heard the words.

Neither good nor bad.

He held her hand tightly, not loosening it, nor moving her away.

Jiang Hexue raised her body, kissed the corners of his eyes that were flushed with passion, and said coquettishly, "Husband——"

When he guided her hand and the brocade rope around her waist was wrapped around her fingertips, she felt a little shy and hesitated whether to continue.

But she hesitated for only a fraction of a second.

Anyway, we've already touched it, now we just take a look...

Memories of the past rushed back into my mind.

That was the first time she put what was described in the atlas into practice. She felt that she was extremely awkward and was far from being as good at learning as Shen Qingchen.

Even though he held her hand, she still didn't learn it in the end. But it seemed like he just needed her to be there, to make him feel that she was by his side.

Until now, she only remembered the excessively hot temperature and the weight of her hand that was completely unable to close...

Never mind, she just took a look and he agreed.

Jiang Hexue's heart hardened, he pulled his hand and looked over.

...?

Her first reaction was that she shouldn't have complained about his delay. If she hadn't, she might have fainted.

Then comes the question.

That's how it is, but how can it be possible?

That's an exaggeration.

It was like planting an ancient pine tree from Dingkong Temple in the small bamboo tube where she arranged flowers at Qianxiangfang, and she had to ensure that it wouldn't break apart...

"Have you seen enough?" Just as I was thinking in panic and confusion, I heard the young man's voice, which was so suppressed that it trembled slightly.

Jiang Hexue then realized that her eyelashes had not yet lifted. Although she did not look again, but...

His patience was running out, so should he hurry up?

She took another quick glance, and this time she burned herself thoroughly.

Oh my god.

Why do some people turn pink all over when they get shy?

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The brocade curtains hang down heavily.

Shen Qingchen was still worried about her sensitive condition and was unwilling to use her hands. When she was about to lower herself, Jiang Hexue hugged her neck.

"Zhaohua," she said softly. "Just come directly."

"...I'm afraid you'll feel pain." Shen Qingchen looked at her reaction carefully. In fact, he felt that it was almost the same, but he still said.

"I'll do it." Jiang Hexue looked up at him, hooked his wrist, and whispered, "Come up."

Shen Qingchen's eyes were burning, as if he wanted to turn her into a cloud dried by the sun.

Jiang Hexue swallowed her saliva, grabbed his wrist, and called out with difficulty: "Qingqing, husband."

He finally agreed.

But Jiang Hexue is not good at taking the initiative.

Time seemed to go back to her birthday. Shen Qingchen refused to carry her down Tianling Mountain, so she had to fend for herself.

But I was unfamiliar with Tianling Mountain and it took me several attempts to find the way down.

I was full of energy when I first came down the mountain, but I felt tired as soon as I reached the top of the mountain.

"Zhao Hua." She held Shen Qingchen's arm tightly, as if she should let him help, but she was stubborn and wanted to prove something.

Maybe it was because her nails were too long and too sharp, and she grasped them too hard. Shen Qingchen looked uncomfortable, with red eyes at the corners. He glanced down and leaned forward to kiss her.

With encouragement, he kissed her lips, then her jaw, neck, collarbone and heart.

"A little lower." He coaxed in a hoarse voice. "Good Qiong Qiong."

Jiang Hexue followed his words strictly, and just said a little bit at a time.

Shen Qingchen was tortured to the point of sighing, as if she also felt that this long journey was difficult and torturous.

"Two or three more times." He had no choice but to kiss her encouragingly. "My dear."

Jiang Hexue walked down for a long time and tried hard. When he reached halfway up the mountain, he was so exhausted that tears welled up in his eyes.

She looked up at him, looking pitiful.

He quickly glanced down again and saw that the road was still long. He couldn't help but call him in a mosquito-like voice: "Zhao Hua..."

"What's wrong?" Shen Qingchen took another look at her, and felt that she had tried her best, so he held her arm back, letting her relax a little bit, and kissed her gently.

Jiang Hexue couldn't stand it anymore and snuggled closer to him, unable to resist asking, "Zhaohua, why..."

Shen Qingchen stopped moving and said "hmm" softly: "What do you want to ask?"

"Why..." Jiang Hexue was too embarrassed to speak. She rested her hands on his chest and repeated it several times before awkwardly changing the subject. "Am I not trying hard enough?"

Shen Qingchen didn't react and looked at her blankly.

"Or...or maybe it's because this is the first time." Jiang Hexue's eyelashes trembled, and her voice trembled. "Why, it's still so far..."

She had never felt that Tianling Mountain was so high and dangerous. She walked so hard that she was exhausted, but still didn't reach the foot of the mountain.

Shen Qingchen was amused by her and almost laughed out loud. He kissed the tip of her nose, her lips, and her neck as if coaxing her.

His kiss was hot and her body was itchy. Jiang Hexue couldn't hold on any longer and her arms were weak. She had to be supported by him to prevent herself from falling.

"Zhaohua—" She called him almost pleadingly. "Why…"

"Not much." Shen Qingchen comforted her softly. "It's always like this."

Jiang Hexue almost couldn't hold on and slid down.

Shen Qingchen helped her in time, so that she didn't fall to the bottom, but she also walked down a few steps further than before.

He had some sweat on his forehead. He looked at the tearful Jiang Hexue and said in a hoarse voice, "Does it hurt?"

She was so beaten that she couldn't answer, so Shen Qingchen pulled her up, returned her to the appropriate position, and kissed her: "Don't move, I'll do it."

He carried her up again, but saw Jiang Hexue shaking her head while holding back tears.

"Still feeling uncomfortable?" Shen Qingchen stopped moving and let her move up another inch. "Like this?"

Jiang Hexue rested her hands on his chest and still shook her head.

"Try again." She still couldn't hold on any longer, so she put her arms around his neck and spoke timidly.

When going down the mountain, you have to go all the way down in one go and not give up halfway, especially with the one you love.

"I can do it." Jiang Hexue closed his eyes slightly.

"Don't move, I'll try it myself." She was timid and stubborn. "If you talk to me, I won't be nervous and won't be tired."

Shen Qingchen couldn’t do anything with her, so he kissed her coaxingly and let go: “What do you want to say.”

"Xiao He He," Jiang Hexue asked. "If you're allergic, why do you still want it? Is it just because of me? I want the truth."

Shen Qingchen hummed softly, “It likes me too.”

"I thought then that you liked it, and it liked me." He didn't dare meet her eyes, his voice soft. "You'll stay longer."

Jiang Hexue's eyes were sore. She held his face and wanted to kiss him.

But she forgot she was still on the mountain. As she leaned over, her foot slipped and she slid down the mountainside to the foot.

Amidst the surging pleasure, Jiang Hexue's eyes lost focus.