Chapter 23 Just kiss, nothing else!
The burning candle was blocked off from the bed curtains.
Xie Qiao's expression froze, and his brows furrowed slightly.
What is this little peach thinking about?
He was not an impatient person, and he only wanted to give her the antidote last night. How could she see that his mind was full of thoughts about the bed?
What he wanted to say was suppressed. Xie Qiao was about to teach the girl not to think about lust.
But when he turned his head, he noticed Song Jin's expression.
The girl looked serious, her almond-shaped eyes looking at him directly with a solemn expression.
It seemed as if he wasn't thinking about those dirty things at all, but was seriously rejecting them.
It's not that I hate it, nor am I having wild thoughts, but I'm really afraid.
Xie Qiao thought about what she had just said.
Do……
Broken?
Last night he admitted that he had done a little too much.
It was Song Jin's first time, he should have been sympathetic and restrained. But he, who was always self-controlled, couldn't control himself.
It was like a ferocious beast in my heart was suddenly released.
The girl's expression was too innocent, and Xie Qiao reflected in silence.
She still exuded a sweet fragrance, and her hair was spread out on the pillow, smooth and soft. He had kissed her many times last night.
He reached out his hand, finally stopping at the top of the girl's hair, and pressed it soothingly: "Don't worry, we won't do it tonight."
Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
She smiled and shrank her neck, obviously enjoying his head pressing.
[Wow, my husband is so considerate, I love him the most! 】
The sweetness in the girl's heart was about to seep into Xie Qiao's heart.
He curled his lips slightly and withdrew his hand.
It was just a slight touch, but the abnormality under him became more and more obvious.
His frown deepened.
The hands lying flat at the sides of the body were clenched into fists, trying their best to restrain themselves.
He didn't take any drugs tonight, but he felt stronger than any night before.
This won't work.
"Ajin." Xie Qiao called in a low voice.
"Hmm?" Song Jin raised her head from the quilt, blinking her almond-shaped eyes: "Husband, what's wrong?"
"I've thought about this, and we should be restrained. From now on, we will sleep together once every ten days. After returning to Kyoto, if I'm busy, you can come and remind me."
Xie Qiao's voice was cold, with an unquestionable tone.
"Ah?" Song Jin was a little confused, "Why?"
"This is the rule in the capital."
Xie Qiao explained while restraining himself.
The more he restrained himself, the colder his tone became.
He didn't lie to her, nor did he think there was anything wrong with it.
Most of the marriages in the clan are intermarriages, without any emotional connection.
Couples have sex more often before having children after marriage. After having children, except for a few loving couples who sleep and eat together, most of the others do so.
Song Jin wanted to ask more, but when she saw Xie Qiao's cold face, she could only look gloomy and give up.
She was like a wilted flower: "Oh."
Xie Qiao did not see Song Jin's expression. He needed something else to divert his attention.
"One more thing."
Song Jin was a little nervous.
The tone of my husband's voice...you don't have anything bad to say, do you?
Can’t do it?
Can’t we kiss and hug too?
Song Jin was a little unhappy.
Her husband didn't ask her why she took Chinese medicine last night. She was relieved. She even put on some perfume powder.
She didn't want to do it, but she wanted kisses and hugs.
She had thought that she and her husband had consummated their marriage last night, and her husband would at least be a little more enthusiastic, after all, they were very harmonious last night.
But now my husband says this.
She is unhappy.
"Yeah." Song Jin responded with a pout in the quilt.
Xie Qiao stood up and looked at Song Jin seriously: "Ah Jin, where did the scar on your chest come from?"
That scar?
Song Jin was a little nervous. She subconsciously asked, "Doesn't my husband like it?"
Xie Qiao didn't know that the girl's mind was so sensitive.
He was stunned, then shook his head: "No, it's just that this scar is on the chest, it looks dangerous. Are you feeling unwell?"
Only then did Song Jin relax.
The unhappiness in my heart was slightly relieved.
It turns out that my husband cares about me!
"It's okay, it's been many years, and I don't have any problems with my body now!"
...Besides a little pain in my hips and sore legs.
But she didn't say these words, she just thought about them in her heart.
Xie Qiao looked at her legs.
Coughed lightly.
He looked away: "When did you get this scar?"
"When I was very young." Song Jin thought for a moment, "It should be when I was a baby. My grandfather said that this scar was caused by my accidentally falling to the ground. This is also the reason why I was always in poor health when I was a child. At that time, it was difficult for me to even walk. I would pant heavily after taking two steps, and I had to take medicine every day."
Song Jin's dimples were shallow: "But it's fine now, I can walk very fast now!"
Xie Qiao lowered his eyes and said "hmm".
He looked at it carefully last night.
The wounds on Song Jin's body were not caused by falling. The scars were smooth and sharp, and were caused by a dagger.
Song Jin said that he was injured when he was a baby.
Xie Qiao closed his eyes slightly.
A dagger that big could pierce a baby's tiny body, and the wound would be near the heart and lungs.
Someone wanted her life.
Xie Qiao suddenly opened his eyes. The abnormality in his lower body had been suppressed by him. His eyes were full of clarity and shock.
There is also a hint of cruelty.
He had never seen Song Jin when he was a child, but no matter how much he thought about it, he could tell what a cute little baby he was.
No noise, no trouble, just smile at you.
Who on earth would do such a cruel thing to her?
He lowered his eyes and looked at the sleepy girl, anger surging in his heart.
This happened more than ten years ago, and the possibility of finding out the truth is very slim.
What's more, Song Jin didn't know that the scars on her body were knife wounds, which meant that her family was hiding it from her.
Xie Qiao sighed deeply and said to the well-behaved girl, "Go to sleep."
Song Jin nodded, turned over and fell asleep.
She was so tired last night, and she made a lot of cakes today. She was almost dead exhausted!
--
The steamed bun shop is doing a booming business, but Song Jin’s cakes and pastries are selling even better!
The maid at Xiucui Tower told her to make a few samples first and take them over for review, and then continue making more.
Song Jin arrived at the stall very early in the morning. In the cold morning, the two girls were busy in front of the stall.
Que'er became more and more skilled at her work. After steaming the buns, she came to help Song Jin steam the cakes and pastries.
Que'er was no longer hungry these days, his face gained some weight, and he didn't look so pale and thin anymore.
It was not until noon that Song Jin put the kneaded cakes into the steamer.
In order to satisfy the nanny, she put a lot of effort into knitting it. She must get this order!
The steam was rising and there were fewer people in front of the stall.
Song Jin took a piece of soft glutinous rice cake and handed it to Que'er, and the two girls just stood at the stall.
We ate glutinous rice cakes and chatted happily.
Until a young man in white clothes walked up to the stall, the two men stopped moving at the same time.
I forgot to chew the glutinous rice cake in my mouth.
"Excuse me, I need a steamed bun."
Que'er was stunned at first, then she hurried over and took out a steamed bun from the steamer.
He wrapped the buns, handed them to the boy, and collected the money.
The movements that were usually very skillful now seemed a little chaotic.
When the boy turned around, Que'er returned to Song Jin and whispered, "Sister Xiaojin, that person is really good-looking."
Song Jin didn't move her eyes away, she agreed: "Yeah, it's very beautiful."
The boy did not go far, and the two girls kept following him with their eyes.
He was wearing a long white gown and carrying a zither wrapped in brocade on his back.
The boy is gentle and polite, and he would say thank you even when buying a steamed bun.
Not to mention that he is so handsome and has a good figure, and he exudes a calm temperament from the inside out, like a chrysanthemum.
It was not until the young man turned the corner and could no longer be seen that Song Jin and Que'er reluctantly withdrew their gazes.
Que'er asked in a low voice: "Sister Xiaojin, those aunts said that my brother-in-law is good-looking. Is that true? Is my brother-in-law better looking than that guy just now?"
Song Jin felt a little embarrassed when he heard Que'er calling him brother-in-law.
She thought about Xie Qiao's face, compared the difference between the two people in her mind, and answered seriously: "Well... your brother-in-law has a somewhat cold temperament, not as gentle as the young man just now, but he is slightly better in appearance."
Que'er couldn't believe it: "Really?"
"Yeah." Song Jin compared them again and gave an objective evaluation: "But this boy looks younger."
Que'er then remembered: "I heard Aunt Xiao say before that my brother-in-law is a bit old."
Song Jin nodded: "But you can't tell."
and……
Sister Ju Lan said that being bigger has its advantages.
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The decoration of Xiucui Tower has always been gorgeous, and this time it seems to be a little more gorgeous than before.
But the style has changed, becoming elegant and luxurious.
As soon as Song Jin entered the room, she was amazed to see the newly renovated decoration of Xiucui Tower. She was very surprised.
It cost so much money to redecorate Xiucui Tower. Who on earth wants to come here?
Song Jin took the cake box to find the nanny, but was taken to Ju Lan's room.
Song Jin stood outside and listened to the nanny say to Ju Lan: "You should take the trouble to teach these few well during this period. This is what the county magistrate has instructed. Ju Lan, you know the importance of this."
"Yes, don't worry, Ma'am. I will teach them well."
"Okay, I'll leave that person to you."
After the nanny finished speaking, she turned around and pushed the door open, and saw Song Jin standing at the door.
"Mammy, I'm here to deliver some cakes." Song Jin smiled with eyes curved: "Where should I deliver the cakes to you?"
Mammy nodded: "Just give it to me. If possible, I will give you information and tell you when and how much to do."
Song Jin nodded obediently: "Yes, okay, thank you, Mammy!"
Hearing Song Jin at the door, Ju Lan called from inside the house: "Hey, Xiao Jin'er is here? Come in quickly!"
The nanny had something to do, so she walked away with the cakes.
Song Jin heard the voice and went in: "Sister Ju Lan."
As soon as Song Jin entered the room, he found five sisters standing in the room. They looked different and had different personalities, but they were all very beautiful.
Song Jin was stunned for a moment.
"Come quickly!" Ju Lan came over, "These few are new here, but they will have great fortunes in the future, Xiao Jin'er, you don't need to know."
Ju Lan said, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Jin'er, that day..."
Song Jin blushed suddenly, and she lowered her head: "It's done."
Ju Lan listened and looked Song Jin up and down. "Not bad, not bad! I was wondering why you looked different today! Did your husband do what your sister asked you to do with that little dress?"
Song Jin nodded: "Yeah, my husband seems to like it very much."
"I said, all men are the same, no matter if they are old-fashioned or not, they are all the same!" Ju Lan smiled happily, "Xiao Jin'er, you have eaten it, I am happy for you! Just wait, I will bring you another good thing!"
After saying this, Ju Lan turned around and took out a booklet from the cabinet.
It was obviously more exquisite than the last one, even the cover was wrapped in brocade.
She stuffed the booklet into Song Jin's hand and said, "Here, this is an upgraded version of the last book. It's a secret that can't be passed on to anyone else. Go back and take a good look at it!"
Song Jin felt the booklet was hot.
Compare……
Is it better than the last one? !
"Sister Ju Lan, this..." Song Jin hesitated.
Ju Lan held her hand and said, "Take it. This is a token of my love!"
As Ju Lan said this, she turned to the five girls who were watching the fun and said, "Don't be curious, I will teach you step by step in a moment!"
After that, she pushed Song Jin out: "Let's go, let's go, sister is busy here, I don't have time to entertain you little girl!"
"Oh." Song Jin walked a few steps holding the booklet. She stopped and looked back hesitantly.
She looked at him with a look of difficulty in speaking: "Sister Julan, I went to see Sister Qinghong that day, and she..."
"She's dead." Ju Lan paused and said, "I guessed it since I heard about that poor scholar."
Song Jin: "Sister Ju Lan..."
She wanted to tell Sister Ju Lan and Sister Qing Hong where they were now, so that they could go and see them when they had time.
She also wanted to tell Sister Julan not to follow Sister Qinghong's path in the future, not to be someone else's concubine, and not to trust poor scholars.
But Ju Lan raised her hand to stop Song Jin from saying anything.
She said casually, "This is the fate of our industry. No one can escape it."
After saying this, Ju Lan turned around and went back, closing the door with her bare hands. A door separated her and Song Jin, as if they were two worlds apart.
Not long after, the sound of Ju Lan singing could be heard from inside.
Song Jin stood outside the door listening, and his heart suddenly felt sour.
Song Jin had heard Ju Lan's singing before, and it was as beautiful as Huang Ying's singing, but today's voice was a little different from usual.
After just two sentences, a melody matching the singing came from downstairs.
Song Jin looked in the direction of the piano sound and found that it came from the main hall downstairs.
The person sitting on the chair in the main hall was none other than the young man with the zither on his back who bought steamed buns from her at noon!
Song Jin blinked and stood on the second floor to listen to the whole song.
The young man on the stage was still dressed in white, with a long ponytail tied with a hairband.
His fingers flew, plucking the strings.
A gust of wind blew, and his hair fluttered along with his fingers, but his expression remained the same, as if he had become one with his piano.
good……
It sounds so good!
Song Jin had a look of admiration on her face. She leaned on the railing and listened to the whole song in a trance. Then, she was caught off guard and looked into the eyes of the boy who looked up.
Song Jin pursed her lips, nodded a little embarrassedly, and her cheeks turned red.
The young man nodded slightly.
He picked up the piano, slowly stood up and walked away.
Song Jin's eyes continued to follow him until he walked to the backyard, then he went back with the booklet given by Sister Ju Lan.
Song Jin didn't know what tune the boy was playing. She hummed the song she had just heard all the way home, and she was obviously in a good mood.
So good...
As soon as Xie Qiao saw Song Jin, he noticed that her cheeks were still red.
Xie Qiao stopped writing: "Are you happy today?"
Uh-huh? Did my husband see through it?
Before entering the room, she was still reminiscing about the young pianist.
Help, fortunately my husband doesn’t know what he is so happy about!
Song Jin put on the old coat she wore at home and smiled, "The business at the stall is very good today. I made a lot of money."
She smiled and placed the heavy purse on the table, not intending to hide it from Xie Qiao: "Look, my husband! There is so much money here! Do you think I can open a bakery in Kyoto in the future?"
Xie Qiao glanced at his purse.
It is a lot, but it is far from enough to open a shop in Kyoto.
Moreover, the mistress of the Xie family should be in charge of the household affairs in the Xie Mansion, and she would not run a small pastry shop personally.
But the girl was in high spirits, and he was reluctant to break her fantasy about the future.
He nodded: "It should be possible if we save more."
If it’s not enough, he can add more.
"Really!" Song Jin's eyes lit up. She held the clothes she had just changed into in her arms: "Husband, I'm going to the kitchen."
Xie Qiao was about to nod, but suddenly thought: "Is there anything you don't understand about the house rules I gave you yesterday?"
House rules?
She didn't read a single page last night.
Song Jin blinked and looked down with a guilty look in his eyes: "There's nothing I don't understand. It's just that I don't read much, so I read slowly..."
Xie Qiao knew that Song Jin could only read and write, and those old family rules were indeed difficult to read and memorize.
He thought Song Jin felt that he didn't read enough books and felt a little guilty.
He slowed down his tone, as if to comfort an ambitious but late-enlightened student: "It's okay, just take your time to read it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."
Song Jinru was pardoned: "Thank you, husband!"
Song Jin walked to the kitchen holding her clothes. She sat at the small table and took out the booklet hidden inside her jacket.
The booklet was wrapped in a layer of bright red brocade. Song Jin put the cloth away and placed the booklet on the table.
Song Jin pinched a piece of dessert and opened it to read with reverence.
On the table were the snacks and cakes she had placed there in the past, and the book of family rules was also casually thrown on the table.
She got a headache just by looking at that unlucky thing.
But this one...
hey-hey.
This booklet is different from the previous one. The previous one only drew some postures, but this one writes out the operating methods and psychological feelings. It seems as if many people have practiced it.
Wow, what a thoughtful booklet.
Song Jin watched unconsciously and forgot to eat the cake in his mouth, leaving only his face flushed red.
no!
So exciting!
She closed the booklet with a snap.
no!
Can’t watch too much in one day!
This might cause a nosebleed!
Song Jin felt that Xie Qiao was right. People should be moderate.
She will read the rest slowly, bit by bit.
It's late at night.
Song Jin was young, and although he had sex all night the night before, he rested for two days and recovered as usual.
She rubbed her burning face and went back to the bedroom.
Xie Qiao still sat at the square table without changing his posture, but his orientation was different from before.
Before, Xie Qiao always sat with his back to Song Jin, but after the wedding consummation, whenever Song Jin was in the room, he would sit facing Song Jin.
Song Jin lay down obediently in the quilt.
She did not lower the bed curtains, but leaned sideways to look at Xie Qiao.
Under the light, Xie Qiao's coldness and indifference were somewhat melted away.
Is it gentle?
Nor does it count.
The young zither player she met today was much gentler than her husband. Even if he didn't say anything, just sitting there playing the piano, one could feel his warmth.
But my husband is different.
When my husband is silent, he has an aura that makes people stay away from him, and it is even more so when he opens his mouth.
She was very cold and would not tolerate any questioning or rejection once she spoke.
It seems to be able to decide life and death without making any noise.
Although her husband had never rejected her, Song Jin still felt scared and there were some things she didn't dare tell him.
For example, she didn't even read that broken family rule.
For example, today she saw a young pianist who played beautiful music.
For example, the way my husband is sitting now is very suitable for an action...
Cough cough.
Song Jin thought about it and her face turned red.
The face that was about to burn just now became even more excessive.
The first posture in the new booklet she had just read was on a chair, with her husband sitting on the chair like he was doing now, and she straddling him, with the two of them facing each other, and her husband holding her waist so she wouldn't slip.
She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have sat on her husband's lap when she went to see him that night.
Her husband was tall and strong, something she had seen before.
But that posture is so bold, my husband will definitely not agree.
He even had to pull the bed curtains tightly, without even the slightest gap. That night, when she secretly reached out her hand, he pulled it back.
A bit tough.
She's not allowed to close her eyes!
She could only sob and stare at the swaying top of the bed curtains.
Hmm...
I miss my husband a little.
Just looking at him makes me want him a little bit.
Song Jin pursed her lips. She looked at Xie Qiao who was the same as usual. Under the light, he was still somewhat inviolable.
what to do.
I really want to kiss, hug and do it.
She really felt that it wasn't working last night, and she really wanted to try again today.
She was drugged that night and her mind was a little unclear afterwards. She wanted to feel it clearly this time.
But……
My husband just said last night that we should have sex once every ten days. It’s only the third day now, so there are still seven days left.
Song Jin blinked.
Even kissing and hugging are not allowed?
If my husband was that young musician, he wouldn't be so old-fashioned, right? If she cries a little, maybe she will succeed.
But her husband is a teacher, and there are so many students crying to him. She knows without thinking that those children will eventually be beaten with a slap on the hand and forced to recite the lessons obediently.
She must be the same.
Why……
Can't watch it anymore, the more I watch, the more I crave it.
Song Jin withdrew his gaze, sighed softly, turned around and lay flat on the quilt, covering his head with the quilt.
The smooth feet rubbed against the bed.
Don't look, don't look, don't look!
It’s unbearable, unbearable, unbearable!
I will kiss you again after two days if I can’t bear it anymore!
It’s just that the posture my husband was sitting in just now really suited the movements in the booklet…
If possible, she would like to try it.
It would be nice if her husband could look at that booklet with her.
Alas, what a pity.
Hey, the music is nice.
Well, the boy is good-looking.
Song Jin lay in bed, feeling sorry for herself, unconsciously humming the tune she had heard from the musician.
But I don’t know when Xie Qiao, who was originally sitting in front of the table, returned to the bed.
He sat next to Song Jin, his hand reaching out to close the bed curtains but stopped in mid-air.
Song Jin, who was half covered in the quilt, was humming more and more hot. She suddenly pulled back the quilt and saw Xie Qiao beside the bed.
Song Jin was stunned for a moment, the blush on her face had not yet faded, and her toes were twisted together nervously.
The person in front of her was so beautiful that she wanted to just throw the jar away.
It’s okay if you don’t do it, but kissing can satisfy your craving.
She stood up holding the quilt and rushed in front of Xie Qiao.
She raised her head, a small, pleading smile on her face.
"Husband, can I kiss you?"
"Don't worry, if you don't do it, I'll just kiss you."
"I really just kissed you!"
As Song Jin spoke, she leaned forward and pressed her moist red lips forward.
Chirp chirp.
But just when she was about to kiss her husband, her chin was suddenly pinched by a cold hand.
Song Jin pursed her lips and said, "Hmm?"
Xie Qiao said in a cold tone: "You just..."
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