Chapter 40 Madam, help me, Madam, help me

The night is dark with thin clouds.

The incense fades away, the moon moves the shadows of the trees, swaying gracefully in front of the water tank on the stone path under the corridor, cutting the moonlight suspended on the water.

The low croaking of frogs and crickets suddenly stopped as the wind stopped, and the long night was pitch silent.

Ye Jindian was indeed ignorant of human affairs, but after reading many erotic pictures and storybooks, she had some understanding of the things in her hands.

Because she had some understanding but didn't quite understand it, she felt inexplicably embarrassed and couldn't help burying her head in Zhang Min's waist. She didn't want to see anyone.

Her fingers and arms were frozen, unable to move, but the object in her hand was unusually active, hitting her palm intermittently, becoming increasingly hot and boiling.

She was actually a little curious and wanted to take a look.

Take a look at everything on your husband's body to see if it is the same as described in the text and spring pictures, or if it looks different.

Thinking of this, she felt even more embarrassed, and the ears that showed through her hair turned red.

Things seemed to be getting worse and worse, sliding towards an uncontrollable direction.

It was obvious that she just wanted to get along with him in harmony, treat him with respect, and help him recover his weak body.

But now——

She seemed to have gone from simply admiring this face and this body that looked like a finely carved white jade statue to wanting to explore it in detail.

An idea in Ye Jindian's mind gradually became clear.

It is clear, so I am shocked.

——She wanted to see him emotional.

This idea seemed too beastly for her frail husband. Ye Jindian closed her eyes in shame, trying to suppress this absurd thought.

Zhang Min lowered his dark, moist eyes, taking in the rosy glow on her earlobe. He wanted to say something to smooth things over, but he swallowed it back.

The light in his eyes fluctuated several times as he struggled in the sea of ​​sin.

For him, the person who made his wife feel pity and even embarrassed was the "weak scholar", not him, Zhang Zimei.

But if it were him, his wife would probably be like she was today, afraid and retreating, even applying medicine for him would be like taking over a hot potato.

However--

He thought that maybe he really was a mad maniac.

In this situation, what he actually thought in his mind was to use his appearance to seduce his wife first, and then slowly reveal his true face, so that his wife could accept the real him step by step.

This was already planned, wasn't it?

Zhang Min suppressed the sourness in his heart, but he couldn't hold back his rapid breathing, which gushed out and fell into Ye Jindian's ears, like a vague knocking in the dense fog and dense forest.

It is impossible to wake up, but it makes people wander and sink.

She was not sober to begin with, but for some unknown reason she tightened her palms.

"Um...my lady..." Zhang Min bent down, rested his forehead on her elbow, and his bright red lips hung on her forearm.

The rapid breathing was all sprinkled on it.

Ye Jindian felt as if a water net woven by her hot breath was loosely holding her arms.

Under the mottled moonlight, the iron bow-like waist seemed to be pulled by a string, and an arrow could be shot out at any time to pierce through the clouds and mist.

The next moment, gentle and delicate kisses fell on her forearms and elbows, and then on her shoulders through her sleeves, brushing away the tightly covered black hair and stopping at her earlobe.

With a slightly hoarse voice, he whispered in my ear, "Madam, can I kiss your ears and neck?"

When the breath entered my ears, a wave of itchiness went straight in.

Ye Jindian tilted her ear, trying to use her shoulder to rub off the tingling sensation, shake it out, and regain her clarity of mind.

"My wife..."

The gentle whisper of her beautiful husband was like a winding vine, circling around her earlobe and drilling into her cochlea, as if trying to drill through all seven orifices.

Maybe it's been drilled through.

Otherwise, why did she feel as if her head was being tapped by something, feeling dazed and unable to gather any thoughts? Even her nasal cavity and throat seemed to be squeezed, and she couldn't breathe smoothly. The slightly sticky air of late spring and early summer.

She swallowed and smelled the rich aroma of apricot blossoms blooming at the tip of her nose, entwining with the vines.

"My wife..."

When she didn't respond, he called her in a sticky voice.

The tone is so pitiful.

"My lady, can you?"

Ye Jindian closed her eyes, her heart was made up, and her voice trembled as she spoke: "Kiss me."

Warm and wet, it impatiently wrapped around her earlobes, then visited her neck, lingered at the back of her neck, leaving a watery trail.

Zhang Min placed his palm on the back of her shoulder and slid his thumb slowly across her collar.

But it just slipped by.

He spoke behind her ear: "Madam, can you please sit up and lean somewhere else?"

You can also lean on his shoulder.

"Oh, okay..."

Ye Jindian responded in a daze and loosened her stiff fingers.

The next moment, the fingers were pressed down and held again.

Zhang Min raised his arm and circled her waist, picked her up with one hand, and propped up one of her legs for her to use as a backrest, so that she could lean more comfortably in his arms.

At the same time, he pulled the thin animal skin blanket over and covered her left shoulder, also covering the unusual bulge in his waist and abdomen.

He leaned back against the wall beside the door, letting the thin veil, carried by the sudden breeze and the moonlight, envelop them.

The snow-blue hairband fell off, and his smooth black hair spread out, gathered on his shoulders, and slid down to the sides of his hands, piling up on his fingers like fragrant cloud gauze.

Smooth and soft.

A faint pink flush appeared on his handsome, jade-white face, and his dark eyes were filled with tears, pushing the spring waves to overflow to the corners of his eyes.

The beauty was so beautiful that Ye Jindian was a little dazed.

She lowered her head and instinctively kissed the corner of his flushed eyes. She pecked him lightly and sighed, "Husband, you are so beautiful."

Zhang Min's eyes trembled and became misty.

Thick eyelashes brushed across her lips, slightly itchy and slightly smooth.

"Don't let go, my lady. It loves you."

After she finished speaking, the pink on her cheeks instantly turned crimson, and even her big eyes, like strawberry grapes, shrank back in embarrassment, becoming a watery mass.

The palms were kissed twice.

The blush spread to her cheeks.

A low, almost persuasive voice whispered in her ear: "Tiantian, my dear, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Ye Jindian lowered her eyes to look at his face which was covered with fine sweat, his ears and neck which were as red as a branding iron, and looking down, she could see the messy collar of his clothes which was open a little, making it impossible to tell what was underneath.

The collar was askew, revealing a beautiful collarbone with a very clear curve.

The flesh inside the collarbone was taut, a faint red tinge amidst the jade-white. If a strong wine were poured over it...

She closed her eyes, interrupting her increasingly outrageous thoughts.

"What's wrong, my husband?" Ye Jindian slowly opened her eyes and looked into those misty eyes. She lowered her head and restrainedly kissed the corner of his lips, but she couldn't help but add, "Do you need my help?"

Zhang Min opened his lips and looked at her face carefully: "I want..."

He felt like a poor gambler who had put all his eggs in one basket, with a bit of madness and was in a very awkward position.

"My lady, help me."

He took her hand and tightened his grip around her knuckles.

Ye Jindian's mind was dazed for a few moments, but soon she listened to what he said like a madman and helped him.

The young man's clothing was slightly disheveled, but still tightly wrapped. She wore a thin shirt, but covered with an animal-skin blanket. A cool night breeze blew, and a thin, green gauze fluttered from the inner room, wrapping around their sides, wrapping around them tightly and pulling them tight.

Their foreheads touched, but they could see each other vaguely and unclearly.

Zhang Min lowered his head, raised his head, bypassed the green veil covering his eyes, grabbed her lips and tongue, and plundered her breath.

Everything in the world was quiet and the only sound they could hear was each other's breathing.

At this moment, the sourness was finally overwhelmed by the sweetness, and he sank into the tide of love for the woman named "Ye Jindian", wading deeply into it and unable to extricate himself.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

"call--"

A strong wind blew past, and the taut string finally released, pointing straight into the vast night.

The stone lamp in the courtyard suddenly went out, and the surroundings became much darker.

Zhang Min reached out and brushed away the thin green gauze, then lowered his head and used his belt to wipe her sticky, slightly cool palms, bit by bit, carefully and thoughtfully.

Ye Jindian opened her mouth to speak, but found her voice was hoarse.

Zhang Min came back to his senses, tightened his belt, and picked her up, blushing as he walked her to the bedside. "I...I'll go get some hot water for you to wash." He hurried away, ran to the door, and then bravely returned to retrieve the animal skin blanket. "This, this too, go wash it."

He left in a hurry.

Ye Jindian wanted to say something, but seeing his stumbling gait and red face, she decided to give up and let him be quiet for a while.

My husband is thin-skinned, there's nothing I can do about it.

In the kitchen, the fire was already lit; outside the kitchen, Zhang Min rubbed the thin blanket vigorously, lowering his head to smell whether the somewhat unpleasant smell of heather had dissipated.

After washing it four or five times, he stopped and put the thin blanket on a bamboo pole to dry in the water.

After packing up the basin, Ye Jindian rubbed her stomach and walked down the corridor: "I'm a little hungry. I want to cook some noodles. Would you like some, my husband?"

Zhang Min's hands were red from being soaked in cold water. He wanted to reach out, but then he clenched his fists and just extended his elbows: "I'm not hungry, my lady, don't worry about me."

He wanted to eat, wait until she fell asleep, and then go next door to send his men.

He extended his elbow for her support, but he didn't expect her to take it directly and let her head fall on his shoulder.

As the soft hair touched her neck, the blush that had just subsided suddenly reappeared on her face, and the smile at the corner of her lips could not be suppressed at all.

——My wife seems to be getting more and more accustomed to being close to him recently.

Ye Jindian walked forward with her eyes closed, not paying much attention.

After entering the kitchen, she took out the lard and flour, and handed the handful of vegetables in the basket to Zhang Min, asking him to wash them, chop them up and stir-fry them with lard.

It’s late at night, so something light is fine.

Just as she was measuring the flour with a bowl and preparing to knead and cut the dough, she was thinking of persuading her husband to eat a bowl with her when she heard a "gulp" from behind her.

She looked back in surprise at the person who had just said that he was not hungry.

Zhang Min: “…”

Ye Jindian suppressed her smile and pretended not to hear: "Husband, would you please have a bowl with me?"

Zhang Min lowered his head, feeling annoyed, and stared fiercely at his own belly: "I will listen to my wife..."

Ye Jindian lowered her head to measure the flour and knead the dough.

There was a gentle breeze, and the hair that had been messed up by the green gauze brushed against her eyes, which was a bit dazzling. She raised her arm and tried to use her shoulder to brush it away.

"Don't move, my lady. Let me do it." Zhang Min reached out, carefully pinched away the hair, held it in his hand, and tied her hair again.

He does hair tying every day, so he's not inexperienced at it. He's just afraid of hurting his wife, so he moves slowly, appearing somewhat cautious and careful.

After tying up the black hair, he couldn't help but comb it smooth with his five fingers. After combing, he pinched the ends of the hair and played with them fascinatedly.

Ye Jindian cut the noodles, turned around, and met an addicted face.

She wondered, "...husband?"

Zhang Min blushed and let go of his hand, scratched the back of his hot ear, and sat back to light the fire as if nothing had happened.

Ye Jindian put the noodles into the pot, stirred them with a spatula, sat on the small stool next to him, and looked at him with her chin in her hand: "You like... me so much?"

It's not her fault for being overly proud and confident; it's just that his love for her is too obvious.

Si Niang was right. Anyone who was not blind could see the deep affection in his eyes.

Zhang Min used the fire tongs to stir the firewood in the stove and said "hmm" softly, but he didn't hide anything.

He looked at the firelight and whispered his feelings: "I just want to be with my wife year after year, morning after morning, and evening after evening. I hope that the person I see when I close my eyes before falling asleep is my wife, and the person I see when I open my eyes when I wake up is also my wife."

Ye Jindian has been wandering since childhood, and she and her mother have traveled across the country from north to south, from west to east, and from south to north. They often have to move after settling down for a few years to avoid war.

A'niang treated her very well, and she never felt that she lacked love. Throughout her short life, she only kept A'niang, her savior and brother Shitou in her heart.

When she suddenly heard that she had a husband, she was confused and at a loss.

But seeing that the other person was even more panicked than her, she couldn't harden her heart and say anything unpleasant, let alone say something like "Why don't we get divorced?"

Besides, it is undeniable that he is indeed good-looking.

Beauty always makes people more tender-hearted.

But being soft-hearted didn't mean she was going to blindly spend her life with someone. Initially, she wanted to be a sister, living in peace with him. She had selfish motives, hoping to maintain a good relationship in the future so she could say goodbye amicably.

now--

Ye Jindian felt that her mood had changed.

"Then..." She pondered for a moment and asked, "Will you move in and sleep with me?"