Chapter 65 He kissed the girl with his ink-stained fingertips.
Song Jin rested his face on his arms and was looking out the window when he suddenly heard Xie Qiao's low voice asking in his ear.
The girl sighed.
She knew that Xie Qiao came to her at this time, definitely to pay off a debt.
She never thought that Xie Qiao took advantage of her loneliness.
The girl didn't turn around, she just said softly: "Yes, it's okay."
Then she felt her back resting against a broad chest.
The girl sighed with comfort.
The carriage stopped outside the shop in Lingjiaofang. Xie Qiao was wearing a wide cloak. He picked up the girl and held her horizontally in his arms, hiding her in the cloak, leaving only a pair of beautiful embroidered shoes outside the cloak.
Song Jin was held safely. When she felt Xie Qiao stop walking, she reached into her pocket to take out the key, then she nestled in Xie Qiao's arms and opened the door.
Then she continued to be carried safely into the house.
The girl did not show any direction, but Xie Qiao walked to Song Jin's room with ease, opened the door and put her on the bed.
After two days, the furnishings in the house were still the same as they were that day.
What’s different from before is that the sweet smell in the air in the house seems to be stronger today.
Xie Qiao untied his cloak, casually placed it on the chair next to him, and asked in a low voice: "What pastries did you make today?"
Song Jin was still a little dazed. She answered obediently, "It's a birthday cake made for the young master of the Lin family. Because he likes sweet food, I added a lot of sugar."
"It smells good." Xie Qiao said as he turned around and lay on the bed, wearing only a plain white shirt.
Song Jin was stunned.
The last time Xie Qiao came, they didn't finish, they just used their fingers to satisfy themselves, Xie Qiao even finished taking off his clothes.
Xie Qiao's speed was quite fast tonight.
As Song Jin was thinking, Xie Qiao's fingertips moved to Song Jin's belt and he asked politely, "Do you want me to help you?"
Song Jin thought about it and shook his head.
She rolled back into the bed, took off her dress, and stepped out from under the bed.
Needless to say, Xie Qiao tacitly took the girl's dress and placed it safely on the hanger.
When he came back, Xie Qiao had taken off his undershirt, leaving only a pair of shorts.
Song Jin grabbed the corner of the quilt and observed Xie Qiao's chest.
After not seeing him for a year, there were no scars on his body, but he was a little thinner than when he was in Chongzhou.
But he still seemed to be very strong.
He didn't even breathe heavily when he carried her back.
Song Jin bit her lip and waited.
He returned to the bed and reached out to lower the bed curtains. The candlelight outside was mostly blocked, and only the breathing of two people could be heard in the bed curtains.
He did not lie on his side next to Song Jin, but stretched out the quilt that Song Jin was wrapped in and lay down in it himself.
The girl's body temperature had already warmed up the quilt. Xie Qiao's slightly cool body felt the temperature and he sighed deeply in comfort.
This is the temperature of Song Brocade, this is the taste of Song Brocade.
This is everything about Song Jin.
He never thought that he would have the chance to share the same quilt with Song Jin.
Even in Chongzhou, after their love affair ended, the two of them did not show too much affection.
He always stepped away, and the two of them lay on separate quilts.
Song Jin was also a little nervous.
【Uh-huh? How did Xie Qiao come in like this? 】
[He never got into my bed when we were in Chongzhou before. Oh, yes, there is only one quilt on this bed, he can't be naked. 】
[It seems that I should prepare an extra quilt in the future. 】
Before Song Jin could finish his thought, Xie Qiao leaned over.
He hovered above Song Jin, his cool hands gently grasped the girl's slender white arms, and whispered, "Can I kiss you?"
The girl swallowed her saliva, not as unfamiliar and awkward as she had been in the past two days: "Sure."
Xie Qiao nodded and began to kiss the girl gently on the face.
The girl's breathing began to quicken, and her arms involuntarily wrapped around Xie Qiao's neck. Xie Qiao asked again, "Do you want a longer relaxation?"
The girl felt a pain in her body, knowing that Xie Qiao would definitely come tonight.
She nodded: "I want a longer one."
Xie Qiao understood, his hand moved down inside the quilt and finally stopped at one place.
The girl's body slowly turned red and softened until she groaned in pain. Xie Qiao leaned forward and asked again, "Can we start?"
The girl's mind was a little dizzy from the heat, and she nodded: "Yeah."
Some memories from a year ago slowly returned.
In the end, Song Jin completely remembered the few sexual experiences he had in Chongzhou.
She really, really remembered it.
That Xie Qiao, the Xie Qiao who became a different person when he was on the bed.
She really does!
I remember everything!
It was not until late at night that the girl ended up in a piece of cotton.
Her body was so limp that she couldn't even lift her eyelids, but at this moment, Xie Qiao took the timebook that was placed next to her.
He handed the pen to the girl.
The girl's fingers were soft and without strength, so he held her hand himself and drew a flower on the date of their intercourse in the time book.
When he finished writing, he leaned over and kissed the girl's ink-stained fingertips.
He whispered, "Good girl."
Song Jin was half asleep and half awake, and felt that Xie Qiao was taking the repayment of his debt too seriously.
But he is different from before.
He didn't insist on his own way. She said to go slower, so she went slower. She said to go gentler, so she went gentler. She said she didn't want it anymore, so he left her after two times.
Song Jin felt that Xie Qiao had really changed a bit.
Song Jin felt a little sticky and should have taken a shower, but she was too tired to move.
Xie Qiao said nothing, but stood up and put on his trousers and shirt.
He took a cotton towel from a basin, wrung it out with hot water, and wiped Song Jin from underneath the quilt without lifting the quilt.
Song Jin bit his lip.
Although they had had sex just now, he did not see his own body, as they were doing it under the quilt.
It seemed that if she didn't let him see it, he would respect her.
Song Jin's body gradually became dry. While Xie Qiao was washing the cotton towel, Song Jin felt that he was about to fall asleep.
Before going to sleep, Song Jin whispered, "Xie Qiao, remember to close the door when you leave later."
Xie Qiao paused.
When he came back with the cotton towel, he found the girl already asleep.
He shook his head helplessly.
There was still a blush on the girl's face, but at this moment she didn't want to be affectionate with him, but wanted him to leave.
He looked at the girl's innocent sleeping face and found her really hateful.
He's just like a dandy who doesn't recognize anyone except when he pulls up his trousers.
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At noon the next day, Song Jin woke up and saw that it was already bright outside.
Song Jin got up, hugging the quilt, and looked at the sky outside in a daze.
She actually slept until this time!
Her shop isn't open yet!
It’s all Xie Qiao’s fault!
Song Jin didn't know when Xie Qiao left, but when he woke up now, there was no trace of Xie Qiao.
It looked like he had been gone for a long time.
Song Jin held the quilt and relaxed for a while, then slowly got up, boiled water for himself and took a comfortable bath, then made cakes and opened the shop.
Not long after the door opened, a customer came.
He is a man with a stern face.
Song Jin looked at the man, she was a little nervous, and whispered: "Brother, do you want to buy some cakes for your wife and children at home? There are some cakes that are very suitable for children."
Ah Zhong looked at the girl and said, "I will buy all the snacks for today. My master likes your pastries very much and wants to meet you."
"Your master?" Song Jin looked at the man in front of him.
I felt that he looked a little strange, yet also somewhat familiar.
Song Jin asked: "Who is your master?"
Ah Zhong said: "My master is the uncle of the present emperor, the King of Qi."
Song Jin's heart tightened for a moment.
She always felt that something was not right, something was dangerous, and she didn't want to go.
But the other party is the King of Qi, how can she refuse?
Ah Zhong seemed to see that Song Jin didn't want to go. She packed the cakes slowly. He walked directly to Song Jin and urged her coldly: "Please hurry up, madam. Don't keep my prince waiting for a long time."
"Yeah, I understand." Song Jin felt that he couldn't escape, so he had to pack up the pastries, followed A Zhong out, and got on the sedan chair.
As the sedan chair moved forward, Song Jin recalled when he had allowed his pastries to be eaten by these royal relatives.
But when she arrived at the gate of Prince Qi's mansion, she still didn't remember it.
Even at the birthday party for the young master of the Lin family yesterday, she didn't remember King Qi coming?
The sedan stopped and Song Jin was asked to get off.
A Zhong personally took Song Jin into the palace. Song Jin kept his head down and didn't look around until they entered a huge main hall, then he stopped.
All I heard was Ah Zhong saying, "My Lord, Madam Song is here."
"Let her in." King Qi whispered.
Song Jin, who was standing outside, felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
Ah Zhong brought Song Jin to the main hall, and Song Jin bowed politely: "This commoner greets His Majesty."
"Get up." The King of Qi said lazily. He leaned on a chair in the main hall, looking very leisurely.
Looking at the girl in front of me, I feel that she is becoming more and more like A Yuan.
He said, "Madam Song's pastries are excellent, why don't you stay in my palace?"
Song Jin was shocked, and she quickly said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am lucky to have your favor for my cooking skills, but I still have a shop to take care of, so I can't be a cook in your house."
"Oh? After not seeing you for a year, Madam Song actually opened a shop in Kyoto. That's amazing."
Song Jin felt that this was wrong.
She subconsciously raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.
Then he was shocked.
This, this, this!
Isn’t this the noble man she met in Xiucui Tower at that time!
He originally said that he looked like his Lady Kite.
How could he be the King of Qi!
Song Jin suddenly realized that even if she refused, the King of Qi would definitely keep her in his palace.
Maybe because of her face, she was forced to become a concubine!
Help, she doesn't want this!
But she was just a commoner. If the King of Qi forced her, how could she refuse?
Help!
what to do? !
Song Jin's mind worked quickly. First of all, she couldn't panic. She had to leave the palace today.
The King of Qi looked at the girl's surprised eyes and said with a smile, "Why? Madam Song, did you remember me?"
Song Jin quickly bowed her head and said with great fear, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn't know your identity at that time! Since Your Majesty likes the cakes I made, please give me a few days to think about it and then go to the shop to clean up."
The King of Qi looked at the little girl and saw that she was well-behaved. He said, "Okay, go back and think about it. I will wait for you here."
"Yeah." Song Jin bowed again, put down the pastry, turned around and left quickly.
Fortunately, A Zhong only sent the person to the door and did not send anyone to escort him, so Song Jin breathed a sigh of relief.
As she walked back, her little head spun rapidly.
Then she stopped, walked in another direction, and finally stopped in front of a tall door.
Song Jin frowned slightly. She paced in front of the tall door for a few times, and finally walked forward and knocked on the door.
She asked politely, "Excuse me, is Xie Qiao at home? Please tell him, my name is Song Jin, and I want to meet the head of the Xie family."
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