Chapter 38 [38] Licking and chewing, how can it not be swollen! ...

【38】/First release

Yun Ran once again felt like he was about to be eaten.

If I could still retreat yesterday, today Sima Jing held me on his legs, slapped my waist, and blocked my lips. There was no way to retreat.

She had no choice but to raise her face and close her eyes to endure this long and passionate kiss.

In the end, because he couldn't breathe, his face flushed red, and he quickly raised his hand to push Sima Jing: "Um... Um..."

No way.

I'm about to faint.

Seeing her pushing quickly, Sima Jing just left her lips and ended the deep kiss.

Looking down, the person in his arms lay limply on his chest, her hair slightly disheveled, her face flushed with shame, her dark eyes drooping, and her tightly closed long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings as she gasped for breath, looking docile and fragile.

He raised his hand and brushed the hair by her ear: "Is it so difficult to breathe?"

He had intended to give her two breaths, but he didn't expect her to be so suffocated.

"You still say that!"

Yun Ran recovered a little, raised her wet black eyes and glared at him: "Can't you be gentler? So hard! And, we're not in a hurry, why are you kissing so hastily..."

As she spoke, her voice gradually became softer and her ears almost melted.

Sima Jing heard her resentful complaints, and then looked at the crimson corners of her eyes, which made her look pitiful as if she was about to cry, and his eyes became darker.

Before coming, he had also thought about it, take it slow today and don't rush.

But I don't know why, the moment my tongue hooked with her wet and sweet tongue, I couldn't help but want more.

It's like a traveler who has been exposed to the sun for many days and is dying of thirst finally finding a clear spring. Her saliva is like sweet rain, enough to soothe all the dry and cracked wounds.

Seeing Yun Ran's breathing even out, Sima Jing lowered his thick eyelashes and said, "I'll be gentler this time."

Yun Ran was shocked: "Come again?"

Sima Jing: "Just kissed for a while."

Yun Ran: "How can it be just a moment? It's been a long time!"

It was so long that she felt like a lifetime had passed.

She didn't care, twisting her waist and trying to get out of the man's hot embrace: "Although I agreed to your request, I hugged you once a day before, step by step. You have to do the same as I did before, kissing me once a day, slowly letting me get used to it. It's fair."

Before she could stand up, a long arm came from behind and hooked her back.

Yun Ran was caught off guard and fell back into the man's legs, and it seemed as if something hit his lower back.

Sima Jing is wearing a silk ribbon today, not a leather belt?

She frowned and was about to push back, but Sima Jing took the initiative and turned her around to sit sideways.

"Your Highness?" She frowned and looked at him with some dissatisfaction: "Don't play tricks."

"I'm not cheating. It's you who doesn't know how to breathe that makes time seem too slow."

Sima Jing stared at her lips, which were kissed until they were red and moist, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Be gentler this time, you will get used to it."

Yun Ran felt frightened by the look in his eyes, and when she saw him holding her tightly and refusing to let go, she suddenly felt like she was in a difficult situation.

"All right……"

She bit her lip, her dark eyes like mist, bargaining with him: "But you promise not to be so hard, and not so deep! Otherwise... otherwise I will..."

She tried to think of the most intimidating warning, but before she could think of it, her jaw was grabbed and the man's lips blocked it again.

"Woo."

Yun Ran opened her eyes wide, she hadn't finished speaking yet!

Sima Jing opened his eyes and stared at her quietly, but his thin lips were already familiar with the place. He pried open her lips and teeth and inserted the tip of his tongue...

Yun Ran always thought that she was thick-skinned enough, but at this moment, under the man's calm gaze, she felt that Sima Jing was the most shameless!

Why didn't he close his eyes? He was staring at her...

It's so embarrassing.

Yun Ran closed her eyes in annoyance, refusing to look him in the eye.

In fact, Sima Jing kept his eyes open during these kisses.

He liked to watch his little princess's cheeks gradually flush, liked to see her frown when she moaned, and her eyelashes trembling when she gasped.

When I thought that all these embarrassing and touching changes were caused by him, the blood in my body seemed to surge and heat up.

There was even a desire deep in my heart to see her bigger and more intense reaction.

Although at this moment, he could only keep his promise and be gentler.

“Hmm…”

Yun Ran closed his eyes and felt that this time it seemed gentler, not as turbulent as at the beginning, but as soothing as the gurgling of a spring.

Even when sucking and kissing the tip of the tongue, he was gentle and restrained, cautiously, as if treating a treasure.

But gradually, for some unknown reason, her body seemed to become softer and softer.

The temperature in the bedroom seemed to have risen a lot. She was like a piece of ice, slowly melting in the man's warm embrace filled with fragrance.

This feeling is strange, but... not unpleasant.

Her hands unconsciously wrapped around Sima Jing's narrow waist, and her lips opened slightly.

Feeling her subconscious compliance, Sima Jing felt that the blood in his body was getting hotter and hotter, and the greedy desire for destruction in his bones was like a trapped beast, ready to move.

I want to use force, I want to bite, I want to go deeper.

While restraining his lips, he increased his strength in the hug. The soft waist in his palm was not even full, as if he could break it with a little force.

"pain……"

Yun Ran couldn't help but utter a sound. He paused with the big hand on his waist and relaxed his strength.

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the warmth covering my lips moved away.

it's over?

Her thin eyelids moved slightly, and the next moment the man's face was buried deep in her neck.

Although it was not the first time, this time she shuddered and almost moaned.

"Your Highness...Your Highness..."

Her voice was muffled, and if you listened carefully, it sounded soft and gentle, almost like she was crying.

Sima Jing's tall nose dug deep into the fragrant soft flesh of her neck, his voice lazy and hoarse: "Hmm?"

Yun Ran bit her rosy lips and said, "Can you let me go?"

Sima Jing: "Why?"

Yun Ran: "...a bit strange."

Sima Jing: "Strange?"

Yun Ran couldn't explain it, but he just felt extremely upset, and his body seemed strange, as if it wasn't his own.

"Just let go first." She pushed the man's chest.

She had asked him to kiss her twice today, and a hug was her first request. He asked for two things at once, which really made him a cunning businessman.

Sima Jing also felt strange. He seemed to be particularly prone to losing control today and felt very dry.

I wanted to hold her and relax, but smelling her scent made the fire in my heart burn even more fiercely.

Seeing that she was still pushing, his eyes darkened.

His thin lips opened slightly, and his teeth touched the soft flesh, but he stopped in time, extending only the tip of his tongue to lick the blood vessel where blood was flowing.

Yun Ran was stunned by the moist warmth that momentarily felt.

She pushed the man away suddenly: "You, you, you...you!"

Is he a dog? Why is he licking her again!

Sima Jing was not prepared for her strength and she actually broke free from his embrace.

Seeing the little girl's pretty face flushed, covering her neck, jumping far away, with a look of panic and embarrassment, he frowned slightly.

He didn't bite her, why is he reacting like this?

But looking at her alert look, I'm afraid this is all we can do today.

Sima Jing exhaled deeply and stood up from the couch. "Rest well, and come to Shenliu Hall at 3 p.m. tomorrow."

Yun Ran frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Sima Jing: "I'll teach you to play the qin."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out of the dormitory.

Yun Ran felt extremely complicated when he saw him leave like this.

Who is this!

He licked her and left without giving her any explanation or even an apology?

She is also required to go to Shenliutang at 3 p.m. tomorrow. Humph, if she doesn't go, what can he do to her!

She cursed in her heart for a while, and when Qingling walked in quickly, her chaotic heartbeat had returned to calm.

Qing Ling looked at her, covering her neck with her hands. Her cheeks and mouth were red, and she couldn't help but wonder, "Madam, what's wrong with your neck? And your mouth?"

Yun Ran was stunned for a moment, and quickly put down the hand covering his neck: "No, nothing..."

The trace of the licking has long disappeared, and the neck is still slender and white.

As for the mouth...

Yun Ran quickly walked to the dressing mirror and looked at herself. Even though the candlelight was dim at night, she could still see that her lips were red and swollen.

She said, he kissed her so hard, licked and nibbled her, how could it not be swollen!

Damn Sima Er, does he treat her like a piece of meat?

Yun Ran raised her hand and rubbed her lips, thinking fiercely that she would never let him kiss her again tomorrow.

But the next day, after calming down, the resentment from last night faded a lot after a good night's sleep.

At the time of Shen Liutang, someone came to invite her, saying that the prince was waiting for her in the private storehouse to choose a piano.

Yun Ran hesitated for a while, but finally put on a golden and red feather satin cloak, put the sunflower-patterned hand warmer in his pocket, and left in a depressed mood.

Unlike the palace's treasury, the row of private vaults behind Shenliu Hall belonged to Sima Jing's personal storehouses. Even though Yun Ran was his first wife and the mistress of this palace, she was not qualified to enter.

Led by the young eunuch, Yun Ran walked through the main room of Shenliu Hall for the first time and came to the row of back rooms.

"Princess, His Highness is in the second room on the right. Please go there by yourself. I will not escort you."

Yun Ran knew Sima Jing's aloof personality and nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The young eunuch bowed and said he dared not, then quietly retreated.

Yun Ran looked at the row of dark and gloomy warehouses and wondered, the location and orientation of Shenliu Hall was quite good, so why did it always exude a cold and chilling aura?

On second thought, things follow their owners. The owner of Shenliu Hall has a dull personality. Can we expect his residence to be full of red, green and flowers?

The afternoon wind was still cold. Yun Ran wrapped his cloak tightly around him and walked towards the second warehouse.

The boxwood door was ajar. Yun Ran raised his hand and knocked lightly: "Your Highness, I'm here. May I come in?"

The room was quiet for a while, and then a man's voice came: "Come in."

Yun Ran pushed the door open and walked in.

Unlike the main house, the warehouse did not have a floor heating system or a stove. It only had two charcoal basins burning, which barely provided some warmth.

She took off the fluffy hood of her cloak and walked in. When she saw the tall figure next to the antique display cabinet, she paused.

The light in the warehouse, which was filled with a lot of miscellaneous items, was dim and grey. The man in the dark green robe stood with his hands behind his back, glancing sideways at her.

The faint sunlight coming through the window shone on his face, making half of his dark face bright and the other half hidden in darkness.

But he had a cold expression and dim eyes, and at first glance he looked like a lonely soul between life and death.

Yun Ran's eyelids twitched slightly, and the resentment he had on the way here was instantly forgotten.

"It's so dark in the room, why don't you light a lamp, Your Highness?"

She walked to the lamp stand, picked up the tinder, and lit the lamps in the house one by one: "Don't tell me you're worried about the candle money."

Sima Jing watched as the warehouse, which had been dim just now, gradually became brighter.

The warm yellow light filled the entire house and quietly enveloped the two of them, like the warm winter sun, shining on the world.

"I'm not looking for anything, so I don't need to light a lamp."

Sima Jing looked at the golden and red feather satin cloak she was wearing. Her skin was fair, and the bright red color made her watery eyes look bright and her face as soft as a cherry.

"You said you would come at 3 p.m. yesterday, why are you late?" Sima Jing asked.

“…”

Yun Ran couldn't say that he was angry with him, so he coughed lightly and turned his face away: "The weather is too cold, I don't really feel like walking."

Sima Jing saw her evasive gaze and understood what was going on.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Today we need to choose a zither, so I asked you to come here. After you start learning zither, I will go to Zhanlu Hall to teach you, so you don't have to walk around anymore."

Yun Ran: "Are you coming to Zhanlu Hall?"

Sima Jing: "Well, after dinner tonight, I will teach you to play the qin for an hour."

Yun Ran: "One hour? That's so long!"

Seeing the man's indifferent glance, Yun Ran said awkwardly, "It's not that I'm lazy, but an hour is indeed a bit long. If it were a day when I have to shower and wash my hair, it would take me an hour just to twist my hair and wipe my face. Add in piano lessons, wouldn't I have to go to bed very late?"

"If I go to bed late, I'll wake up late, and if I wake up late, I'll miss my morning exercises and classes, which will disrupt my entire routine. No, no, this is bad for my health. I want to live to be a hundred."

Sima Jing: “…”

I didn't expect her to be so self-disciplined.

"In that case, I will arrive at Zhanlu Hall an hour earlier every day, and you can study for half an hour before meals and half an hour after meals."

"...Does it have to be a full hour?"

"Don't be lazy when learning a skill."

Sima Jing looked at her quietly: "I started learning the qin when I was five years old, and practiced for an hour every day."

"Five, five years old?"

Seeing that the man looked calm and was not joking, Yun Ran smacked his lips and said, "You royal children are too hardworking."

"Diligence is the root of success, while idleness leads to failure. Since you accepted me as your teacher yesterday, I will teach you well."

Sima Jing said calmly, then walked to the shelf on the other side and said, "Come here and choose a piano."

Yun Ran didn't expect that he would choose such a strict teacher——

It turns out that you can’t be greedy for cheap things!

She walked over angrily and found that in addition to the guqin, there were also many flutes, pipes, and zithers in the warehouse.

"Your Highness, do you know how to play these instruments?"

Yun Ran looked around curiously, his eyes landing on a long pipe that looked like a flute or a pipe. "This looks familiar. Can I pick it up and take a look?"

Sima Jing knew that she was very curious, so he let her go.

Yun Ran picked up the long pipe and looked at it carefully, and he also had an impression: "Is this a Qiang flute?"

Sima Jing: "Yeah."

"Really? Why did you look so familiar?"

Yun Ran played with the cold Qiang flute while muttering, "When I was in Yangzhou, I followed my senior sisters to the market in the city. I heard a Hu man playing this. It was so beautiful with its sobbing sound. I went to ask the Hu man what instrument he was playing and what song he was playing."

"That Hu man didn't speak Mandarin fluently, but the Hu girl who was with him spoke it quite well. She told me that he was playing a Qiang flute, and that he was playing the 'Xizhou Qu' from his hometown. Your Highness, have you heard of the 'Xizhou Qu'? Can you play it?"

Sima Jing was silent for two breaths, then said, "I've heard of it, and I know it."

"real?"

Yun Ran was pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but move closer to him: "Your Highness, could you please play a piece for me? Although I've never heard it before, it's always stuck in my mind."

She suddenly moved closer, and the warm fragrance seemed to come over her.

Sima Jing pursed his lips, and when he met her expectant eyes, he pondered for a moment and said, "You can play it for a while. But tonight, we must kiss for a full stick of incense."

Yun Ran: “……!”

What a profiteer!

I just played a piece of music, but I have to exchange it!

"Then I won't listen."

She immediately put the Qiang flute back to its place, cursing in her heart while wondering, didn't he have an incense stick last night? Why did it feel like half an hour?

Seeing her like this, Sima Jing didn't say anything, but just said, "Choose a zither."

Yun Ran also remembered his business, and his eyes swept over those ancient guqins that were obviously worth a lot of money.

"Your Highness, do you have Lu Jiuxuan's zither?"

"Do you know Lu Jiuxuan?"

"Well, I don't really know. It's just that when the Lu family attended the banquet that day, the moon-shaped sword that Jiu Niang was wearing was made by the famous craftsman Lu Jiuxuan. It is said that it was given to Master Lu by the late emperor. It is very precious."

When Sima Jing heard the word "late emperor", his eyes flickered slightly, and there was a moment of complexity.

He put his hands behind his back, exhaled deeply, and said, "The three swords on the right were all made by Lu Jiuxuan, namely Fusheng, Qingyao, and Songxinqi."

"The three swords in my left hand were also made by famous craftsmen from the previous dynasty. They are named Dieppo, Mukegui, and Nanliujing."

Yun Ran heard these names and said, "It's indeed an elegant event. Even the names are so elegant."

However, his gaze shifted between "Song Xin Qi" and "Die Po", unable to make a decision.

Sima Jing said, "You can try to play it and listen to the sound."

Yun Ran: "Me? What if I'm clumsy and can't control my strength well and break the strings?"

These guqins look so precious, and the strings are so fine...

As he hesitated, he heard a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other behind him.

Yun Ran was slightly startled. When she turned around, she saw Sima Jing standing behind her, holding her hand again.

"Your Highness?" she was surprised.

Sima Jing said nothing, just stood behind her and guided her hands to pluck the strings.

Along with the clear sound of "clang", Yun Ran felt that her heart seemed to tremble as well.

But soon, her thoughts were also attracted by the clear or deep piano sounds.

Although she knew that it was Sima Jing who was holding her and plucking the strings with her, she felt a surge of joy in her heart when she heard a short piece of elegant music flowing out from her fingertips.

"It sounds nice!"

She turned around happily, "Your Highness, what was that just now?"

Sima Jing lowered his head. At such a close distance, he could just lean over slightly and kiss her lips.

His throat rolled twice, and he said, "The prelude to 'The Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix'."

"Phoenix seeking phoenix?"

Yun Ran sighed and gave his approval: "This song title is also nice. Your Highness, can you teach me this song?"

"Can."

Sima Jing let go of her hand and took two steps back: "But before you learn the music, you must first learn the rhythm and fingering."

Seeing Yun Ran confused, he said, "I'll teach you all of these. Choose the piano."

After trying the tone, Yun Ran was no longer obsessed with having a piano made by Lu Jiuxuan.

"Although the Songxinqi is also very nice, the tone is a bit dull. I still prefer the Diepo, which has a clearer tone. I also like the name Diepo."

"Why?"

"It reminds me of the story of Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly... Your Highness is so learned, so you must have heard of this story, right?"

Sima Jing: “I’ve heard of it.”

In the years since he returned from Rongdi, apart from feeding snakes, he has spent most of his time reading books and history.

He had read the books of Laozi and Zhuangzi, of course, but he didn't really like Zhuangzi. He felt that he was irrelevant and dreamy all day long.

...No wonder she likes it.

Laozi and Zhuangzi are both the founders of Taoism, which just fits her temperament.

Sima Jing glanced at Yun Ran.

Yun Ran also understood something from this look, and snorted in his heart, thinking that men without taste did not understand the true meaning and wisdom of Taoism at all!

Anyway, the piano has been chosen.

Yun Ran brought Diepo and Sima Jing back to Zhanlu Hall. After a short rest, they started today's piano class.

Outside the west room, Nanny Lan Gui listened to the occasional piano music drifting from inside the room, smiling so much that wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes. "Great, that's great."

Qing Ling: “…”

Is this clanging tune, which sounds like cotton-flossing, really good?

Nanny Lan Gui admired the dish for a while with a smile, then moved forward and ordered the kitchen to send another tonic soup tonight: "His Highness is teaching the princess how to play the piano. One is teaching, the other is learning. Both of them have put in a lot of effort. They both need to be nourished."

The kitchen followed orders.

So there is another dish on the dinner table tonight, which is cordyceps flower, yam and black chicken soup to nourish yin and tonify yang.

Yun Ran: “……?”

Upon asking, I found out that this was love from my nanny.

Yun Ran, who always respected the elderly and loved the young, and was not picky about food and never wasted food, enjoyed the food with his heart's content. Not only did he drink two bowls of soup, he also ate half of a black-bone chicken.

After finishing her meal, she was so full that she touched her bulging belly and said worriedly, "Looks like I have to cut down on the dishes tomorrow. If I keep eating like this, I won't be able to wear any clothes when spring comes tomorrow!"

Nanny Lan Gui smiled and said, "It's okay to eat more in autumn and nourish in winter. Besides, you are in the growth stage, so eating more will help you grow taller."

When Yun Ran heard that he could grow taller, his eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Can this old slave still deceive you?"

Nanny Lan Gui said, "I grew an inch taller when I was nineteen, and you are only fifteen, so it won't be a problem for you to grow another two inches."

Yun Ran wants to grow taller.

She used to be the shortest in Shuiyue Temple.

When she returned to the Marquis of Changxin's Mansion, she was the shortest in the family except for the little brat A Zong.

Now that she is married to Sima Jing, she is even much shorter than him!

When Yun Ran thought about how he was picked up by him with one hand yesterday, he felt even more dissatisfied.

After Nanny Lan Gui and the maids had left, Yun Ran stood up from the couch and walked to the pillar to compare his height.

"Your Highness, do you think I can really grow taller?"

Sima Jing looked at her pink face with baby fat still on it, and her petite figure, and said, "You look just right now."

It feels very comfortable to hold in my arms.

Yun Ran said, "That won't work. I want to grow taller. If I could grow as tall as you, I would wake up laughing in my dreams!"

Sima Jing: “…”

As expected of a Taoist, he has a tradition of being unrealistic and dreaming.

"Stop comparing."

He placed the teacup on the table beside him and slowly raised his eyes: "Come here."

Yun Ran's face froze, and then, under the man's intense gaze, he resigned himself to his fate and walked over.

Why is kissing so difficult?

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The author has something to say: Currently the two of them are 187x159.

Although Ajing was abused, the Rongdi grasslands mainly relied on meat and milk, so he grew up quickly.

Ranran mostly eats vegetarian food and is relatively thin. Now that he has improved his nutrition and eats meat, he will grow to about 165 cm in the future.