Chapter 68: Not Starving to Death
After four years of marriage, Meng Mingshu never wanted him to hold her hand before, but only on this matter was she willing to let him get closer.
It was by relying on this method that Xiao Yan was able to stay with Meng Mingshu for four years.
Xiao Yan had already mastered the only way to please Meng Mingshu.
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"Ashu... do you like it?"
The dim curtains were filled with the special fragrance of Meng Mingshu.
"Husband...husband..."
Meng Mingshu's face was flushed, and her long hair was scattered and stuck to her face and chest.
She didn't hear clearly what Xiao Yan was saying. Although her eyes were looking at the pattern on the bed curtain, she was already dazed and confused.
"Why aren't you talking?"
Xiao Yan asked deliberately with dignity in his voice.
"If you don't speak, I'll leave..." Xiao Yan continued to threaten.
"Tell me! Do you like it?"
Meng Mingshu finally heard clearly.
The tip of her nose was covered with sweat, and her pink fingertips had already turned white: "I like it, I like it..."
Meng Mingshu's hair swayed, and her voice was filled with tears: "Husband..."
"good……"
Xiao Yan pressed his palms on her pink legs, and then his nose sank again.
Behind the quiet bed curtains, only Meng Mingshu's suppressed, pleading cries could be heard.
I don’t know how long it took, so long that Meng Mingshu’s ears were buzzing and she lost her mind.
Xiao Yan finally let her go.
Xiao Yan admired his masterpiece. The person on the bed had her slender snow-white neck raised up, her skin undulating. Her palms were still subconsciously clenching the sheets, her fingertips turning white from the force.
Meng Mingshu opened her eyes, the corners of her eyes were alarmingly red, and her face was covered in tears, but she still reached out to Xiao Yan: "Husband... hug me."
"good."
Xiao Yan held her in his arms again. Meng Mingshu lay in Xiao Yan's arms, panting. Her panting was very soft, but quite seductive.
Xiao Yan wiped it with his rough fingertips, his eyes deep and profound: "Don't cry anymore."
Xiao Yan reached out and tucked the sweaty hair on her face behind her ears, gently patting her back to help her breathe calmly: "It's okay, Ah Shu."
Meng Mingshu gradually came back to her senses, her long black hair on her chest rising and falling with her disordered breathing.
The tip of her nose was covered in sweat, and her voice was a little aggrieved and still trembling: "Xiao Yan, you are not allowed to be so fierce in the future."
"otherwise……"
The two faced each other, Meng Mingshu sat on Xiao Yan's legs and threatened him softly.
"How about this?"
Xiao Yan pinched her slender waist, lifted her up, and moved forward:
"Is this fierce?"
"There will be more vicious ones in a few days, what will you do?"
Feeling something strange, Meng Mingshu looked panicked for a moment.
She lay in Xiao Yan's arms, hugged his neck and pretended to cry.
"I'm afraid..."
"My chest feels uncomfortable, stuffy, and dizzy..."
Xiao Yan looked at her with a half-smile, and touched her sweaty hair with his big hands: "Little liar."
"You can't escape the first day, but you can escape the fifteenth."
Meng Mingshu bit her lips tightly, her fair face flushed red, and she said stubbornly, "It's just uncomfortable."
Xiao Yan smiled and placed the person on the soft bed: "Then I will go call the imperial physician."
Meng Mingshu quickly shook her head: "No need, I'll be fine after a good sleep."
Xiao Yan's smile deepened, and he rubbed Meng Mingshu's head with his big hand: "Go to sleep."
Meng Mingshu felt a little guilty about Xiao Yan being so easy to talk to.
She lowered her gaze:
"So what are you going to do?"
As Xiao Yan wiped her, he said, "You won't starve to death."
"I'm going to take a shower, you go to bed first."
Meng Mingshu nodded with lingering fear: "Okay."
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