Chapter 117 Husband (Second Update)

Zhan Lintian flipped over and pinned Jiang Xia down, deliberately covering the two of them with the blanket.

A small space can give people a sense of security.

At this moment, the two of them were wrapped together, their breaths mingling and condensing into moisture, and Jiang Xia felt his face becoming damp.

After Jiang Xia realized what was happening, he instinctively kicked his feet, but he didn't manage to kick the blanket off.

Simply because the blanket was pressed down firmly on all sides.

Seeing this, Zhan Lintian chuckled and kissed the back of his ear, a kiss that was both ticklish and intimate.

Jiang Xia was amused by him and shook her head, trying to get away, saying gently, "You... stop teasing me."

Zhan Lintian gave a soft "hmm" and kissed Jiang Xia's neck down, saying, "I know, I wasn't teasing you."

They said they understood, but their actions didn't stop.

Finally, he stopped and straightened up. Jiang Xia looked directly at the man in front of him, using the light coming in from outside the blanket.

The two paused for a moment, and the next moment, Jiang Xia saw Zhan Lintian grin and then lower his head to kiss him forcefully.

Just as Jiang Xia was about to speak, the other person's lips and tongue slid into his mouth, and the sound of sucking was particularly clear in the quilt.

Inside the room, the blankets were being tossed and turned.

Zhan Lintian lifted the blanket, looked down at Jiang Xia who was panting in front of him, and then bent down to "serve" him.

Before kissing, he deliberately held Jiang Xia's waist with his hand to prevent him from jumping up due to the stimulation.

The man's hot hand lifted the hem of Jiang Xia's clothes. His hand did not reach up or down, but instead rested on her abdomen, feeling Jiang Xia's continuous inhalation and the trembling of her waist and abdomen.

Jiang Xia was trembling and tried to pull away from Zhan Lintian's hand.

But Zhan Lintian moved his hand away first, lifted Jiang Xia's right leg, and said, "It's not comfortable lying flat. You can put your leg on my shoulder."

After saying that, he did it.

Jiang Xia couldn't kick him away. She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, buried her face in the pillow, and tried to control her breathing.

Finally, Jiang Xia pressed his hair down with both hands, trying to push him off, but his body instinctively made him clench his legs together.

Jiang Xia's eyes were almost filled with tears.

The last time Zhan Lintian licked me was when I was drunk.

After sobering up, although faint memories remained, the physical sensations were completely forgotten.

But he was perfectly lucid at the moment and could clearly feel the every move of the man beneath him.

More than physical comfort, I felt a sense of shame.

Jiang Xia's memories of many things are more about the feeling than the exact details of the event itself.

Then, emotions from different times and spaces collided violently at this moment.

The man she had casually helped on the streets of Fog City was now the man she was lying in bed with, doing things that only lovers do.

Both of them, both physically and emotionally, had been thoroughly explored by the other.

Jiang Xia couldn't push the other away. Her slightly raised waist didn't seem like she was trying to distance herself, but rather like she was actively offering herself to the man in front of her.

“Not clean…” Jiang Xia tried to interrupt Zhan Lintian with these three words.

Zhan Lintian didn't let go, but looked up at him.

At this moment, Jiang Xia was teased and embarrassed, her exposed skin was snow-white, with a hint of pink.

Her figure was well-proportioned, with long, straight legs. The flesh of her thighs was slightly squeezed out and swayed gently with her movements.

Jiang Xia curled his toes, his feet dangling gently in the air.

After the aftershocks subsided, he lay on the bed with his eyes half-closed, the corners of his eyes clearly red and watery.

Jiang Xia placed her right hand beside her cheek, as if she wanted to do something, but she had no strength left in her body, and her pink fingertips trembled slightly.

He looked as if he couldn't come to his senses for a long time.

Jiang Xia had lived for almost thirty years, and this was the first time he had ever encountered something like this.

His ideal of intimacy between lovers might be that after they both get home from get off work, have dinner, sit together and chat, and then lie in bed together after washing up.

After exchanging a glance and obtaining the other person's consent, slowly kiss them.

He couldn't think of any fancy tricks; the only thing he could think about was... whether he should turn off the lights.

However, Zhan Lintian and Wu Zhou went much further than he had imagined.

Zhan Lintian always liked to lick himself... Sometimes Jiang Xia felt like he was a kitten, holding him in his arms, kissing and sucking him frantically, and he couldn't push him away.

Wu Zhou always liked to hold me tightly, not letting my legs touch the ground... that... was too deep.

Jiang Xia's thoughts wandered aimlessly, going about whatever came to mind. She blinked, her eyelashes trembling slightly, the moisture in her eyes dampening them into strands.

He turned his eyes, looking up blankly at the man's figure.

He opened his mouth, but his vocal cords seemed to relax along with his heart, unable to tense up and produce a sound.

Zhan Lintian swallowed hard as he looked at Jiang Xia's radiant face.

This morning he only wanted to help Jiang Xia improve his condition and not do anything else.

Now, he has changed his mind.

While Jiang Xia was still recovering, he turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and knelt down.

Behind him, Zhan Lintian probed slightly, slowly approached him, and then suddenly hugged him tightly.

The pillow was decorated with small grass and flowers. At that moment, the grass in front of Jiang Xia was swaying incessantly. Jiang Xia let out a sob, clutched the fabric tightly, and called out to someone helplessly.

But after calling out several names, Zhan Lintian didn't seem quite satisfied.

Jiang Xia changed his words: "Lin...Lin Tian, ​​slow down..."

Zhan Lintian was fairly satisfied with the change of address, but he still wanted to hear Jiang Xia say something else.

Finally, Jiang Xia buried his face in the pillow, but when he tried to speak, Zhan Lintian pulled him away again.

There wasn't a single bit of cover left. Zhan Lintian had gone a bit too far. Jiang Xia murmured with a sob in her voice, "Husband..."

Zhan Lintian bent down and kissed Jiang Xia's wet back, his voice hoarse: "I know, your husband loves you..."

*

Jiang Xia only came to his senses around noon, and only remembered that Zhan Lintian fed him water a few times and gave him some food.

Zhan Lintian held him on the sofa, whispering sweet nothings in Jiang Xia's ear, roughly meaning: this is just fun, there's nothing shameful about it.

We can talk about other things later.

After all the physical labor, Jiang Xia was too tired and lethargic to even elbow him away.

Zhan Lintian then felt perfectly justified in whispering sweet nothings to him, and occasionally rubbing Jiang Xia's waist and stomach.

The three puppies were just as hungry as Jiang Xia. While Jiang Xia was still eating tofu pudding from Boss Zhan's hand, they had already devoured their dog food and started running around and playing in the house.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xia didn't have time to take them downstairs for a walk today.

Puppies are at that mischievous stage.

Originally, we only planned to keep one puppy, and it might have taken some time for it to adapt to the new environment. But now, Jiangxia has brought over three puppies, and they've already made this place their new home.

Jiang Xia then realized that he hadn't named the puppy yet.

Zhan Lintian seemed to want to apologize, so he brought paper and pen and even had two large dictionaries delivered.

He wanted to record inspiration for the Yangtze River Gorges.

The three dogs had different coat colors, and three names popped into Jiang Xia's head, who was always a literary type.

Rhubarb, black pepper, and sesame seeds.

But after he read it aloud, Zhan Lintian also tried to read it aloud. Da Huang and Er Hei were alright, but Xiao Ma's name sounded... like it had a bit of an accent.

Er Ma... a little bit too.

Well... never mind, this really won't do.

Jiangxia picked up the puppies one by one and carefully examined their features.

The little yellow dog has some different shades of yellow-brown fur mixed with a little black hair. He said, "It's tentatively named Wax Plum."

A small, grizzly dog... with a tiny bit of white on its nose.

"Let's call this one Muyun for now."

Zhan Lintian looked at the third black puppy, which had four white socks on its feet, and thought to himself, "Is this one called 'Treading Snow'?"

Jiang Xia thought for a moment and said, "Snowfall?"

It was pretty much exactly what Zhan Lintian had guessed.

The three tentative names are not bad, but when Wenwen came in the afternoon, it was tough on little Zhan Nongwen who can't read many characters.

She repeated a few lines after her aunt, Jiang Xia.

Jiang Xia pointed at the yellow dog: "This is winter plum blossom."

Wenwen raised her little face: "Winter plum blossom."

Jiang Xia nodded: "This is Mu Yun."

Wenwen said in her childish voice, "Muyun."

"This one will be named Snowfall."

"Snow falls."

The little boy mimicked Jiang Xia, then looked at him expectantly, opened his mouth, but couldn't repeat it clearly and completely. Finally, he said sadly, "Uncle Jiang, it's so hard..."

Jiang Xia squatted down, supporting his back, and rubbed her head, saying, "It's okay. Dogs have nicknames, just like Wenwen. They're called Dahuang, Dahui, and Dahei."

Jiang Xia categorized the items by color, and Wenwen wanted to snuggle into Jiang Xia's arms: "Uncle Jiang is the best."

As a result, her uncle picked up the dog in one hand and her in the other, saying, "Come on, the puppies haven't gone downstairs for a walk yet. Auntie will take you. You take the three puppies downstairs for a walk."

Wenwen asked, "Isn't Uncle Jiang going?"

Zhan Lintian raised an eyebrow: "He needs to rest. Can Wenwen do that?"

Wenwen shouted, "Yes, you can!"

So, Wenwen led her three little mongrel dogs downstairs with big strides, looking proud and confident.

An aunt and an uncle followed her.

Jiang Xia was worried, but luckily, standing in front of the French windows on the balcony, she could see Wenwen jumping and playing with the dog downstairs.

The little kids and stray dogs downstairs are like four small stones, occasionally moving from one spot to another.

Jiang Xia leaned against the window, watching, and couldn't help but smile. So cute...

Zhan Lintian stood to the side, watching him quietly. After a while, he made hot tea for the two of them.

Zhan Lintian handed Jiang Xia a cup: "Try it."

The room was warm and cozy, and Jiang Xia, holding a cup of hot tea, felt a warmth that made his heart swell.

When Wu Zhou comes back tonight, we can ask for his opinion on naming the dog...

At this moment, Wu Zhou sat on the sofa on the first floor of the old house, holding a teacup in his hand, blowing on it to cool it down, causing ripples to spread across the tea.

When Grandpa Wu heard that Wu Ming had agreed to marry Xie Xingzhang, he was clapping and cheering.

The old man hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Manman, will you agree?"

Upon hearing Wu Ming's nickname, Wu Zhou scoffed and said, "If he doesn't agree, I'll cut off his card."

Old Master Wu sighed, "You know he's stubborn. Why keep arguing with him about this? There's no deep-seated hatred between brothers."

Wu Zhou didn't care that Wu Ming was more favored by his elders.

Just like how a mother used to love Wu Ming, but as Wu Ming grew up and became more and more like her husband, and their behavior became more and more similar, her love became tinged with a hint of unpleasantness.

Wu Ming's existence is a true reflection of her unbearable marriage.

Now, she stays in Duliang, and doesn't want to see any of her sons.

The endurance of love does not depend on how long the lover can maintain the relationship, but on whether the person being loved changes.

Wu Zhou was too lazy to talk to his grandfather any longer.

Wu Zhou organized his thoughts: "Grandpa, he's taken a liking to my wife. Do you think I should force him to marry Xie Xingzhang and settle down?"

Grandpa hesitated for a moment, then said, "What a terrible thing to do."

A note from the author:

Grandpa: Let me see if I can persuade him.

After Wu Zhou finished speaking.

Grandpa: He's getting married tomorrow, what a mess! He's just like his father.

A little while later.

Grandpa: Wait, you got married?

Wu Zhou (silently raised his head and nodded proudly): Hmm.

*

It's normal for Jiang Xia to be soft-hearted, so sometimes when Wu Zhou and Zhan Lintian have business to attend to, they take turns going on business trips and only return home a few days later.

They can usually get their food by simply wandering around the river gorge a little.

Speaking of side stories, Rabbit is brainstorming an "what if" scenario. Jiang Xia would definitely be young back then (* /ω＼*), her face probably so tender it would be almost dripping with moisture. Wouldn't it be a bit too much for two men to devour such a young Jiang Xia? [Sprinkling flowers]