Chapter 17 Chapter 17 Husband, stay with me
The moonlight is shining like frost, and lovers are gazing at each other.
Jiang Hexue almost lost herself in Shen Qingchen's eyes.
His eyes are sentimental peach blossom eyes, with slightly upturned corners, narrow and deep double eyelid folds, and amber pupils that are light and transparent, reflecting the soft moonlight, as beautiful as glass.
Her gentle eyes reflected her smile clearly.
She is alone.
The sound of fireworks is still in my ears, and the warm charcoal basin has made my mind blurry.
He seemed to agree to the exchange she didn't say.
"Where do you like?" In a moment, Shen Qingchen followed her movements, holding her hand and pressing it against his cheek. "Here?"
"Or, here?" He held her hand, moved it down, and placed it on his heart.
His heartbeat was faster than hers.
Jiang Hexue suddenly felt embarrassed. She felt that the young man's body was very hot. He was clearly a cold person, but his affection was more intense than she had imagined.
"Who said I like you?" She pulled away from his hand, moving an inch closer, and said awkwardly, "Maybe it's because I haven't seen you for so long, and you've made me sick."
Shen Qingchen laughed dumbly.
"Sorry." He apologized again. "I've prepared a birthday gift. Would you like to see it?"
In his hand was a small rosewood box, the lock of which was a gold-carved magnolia.
"There's more?" Jiang Hexue happily picked up the small wooden box, but didn't rush to open it. She looked at him with a smile. "Zhaohua, you don't treat everyone this well, do you?"
Asking despite knowing the answer, Shen Qingchen thought.
He didn't respond, waiting for her to take it as her consent.
"I want to hear you say it." Jiang Hexue refused to comply and pinched his knuckles. "You know what I want to hear."
Shen Qingchen tilted his head towards her.
Jiang Hexue understood and kissed him on the jaw: "Speak."
"It's only for your own good." Shen Qingchen finally did what she wanted.
The blush spread from the edge of his ear to the side of his cheek. He was too embarrassed to look at her and could not help but urge her: "Open it and take a look."
Jiang Hexue finally let go and opened the wooden box as he was told.
The base is made of moon-white brocade, with a pair of unique earrings lying quietly in the middle.
The main body is a pair of kittens carved from purple jade. The cat on the left is stretched out as if stretching, with a silver fish in its mouth, while the cat on the right is curled up, with a silver fish also wrapped around its tail.
The cat's body is inlaid with gold, which makes the earrings more gorgeous and exquisite.
Jiang Hexue's breathing subconsciously lightened, and he looked up again: "You did it?"
"I drew a pattern." Shen Qingchen lowered his eyelashes slightly, still speaking softly. "Do you like it?"
Jiang Hexue nodded vigorously: "I like it very much."
"There's me," she said, taking out her earrings, pointing to the purple jade kitten and the silver fish. "And you."
"Little Jiang the cat wants to eat up the little angelfish."
"Where's the little angelfish?" she asked sweetly, smiling brightly. "Are you willing to surrender?"
Shen Qingchen said "hmm" without hesitation.
"Willingly."
He thought, she doesn't know.
This relationship with her was the only thing in his life that he did not predict, the only thing he was willing to risk everything on, regardless of the consequences.
Just bet that they were meant to be. Bet that she would fall in love with him, just as he loved her.
But if they are not the right match, he will go against the hexagram.
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"Then you're welcome, little Jiang Maomao." Jiang Hexue leaned forward impatiently and kissed the corner of his lips.
She was about to pull away when Shen Qingchen suddenly grabbed her neck.
His movements were clearly gentle, but the force made it impossible for her to break free. She could only stare at him without even kissing him.
Their breaths were lingering, the tip of his nose pressed against the side of her nose, their eyelashes touched, and lightly rubbed against her cheek.
A slight itchy feeling spread across her heart. Perhaps it was because he had never taken the initiative in this matter before. Jiang Hexue felt her heartbeat was disordered, and she felt a little nervous besides anticipation.
"Qiong Qiong," Shen Qingchen called her. "Qingqing."
The voice is more gentle than the moonlight at this moment.
Jiang Hexue's ears felt itchy, and she felt shy looking at him. She wanted to urge him on but couldn't open her mouth. She wanted to withdraw her hand but couldn't for some reason. She simply closed her eyes and stopped looking at him.
However, the cold and moist touch only landed on the corner of her lips and left immediately.
The hand that was clasping the back of her neck also withdrew.
Jiang Hexue raised her eyes and looked at him blankly: "That's it?"
Shen Qingchen coughed uncomfortably and turned his head away, leaving only one of her red ears exposed.
"...You can't?" Jiang Hexue stared at him for a few seconds, and when he spoke again, there was a bit more disbelief in his voice.
Shen Qingchen was speechless, as if agreeing.
"Zhaohua, even if you haven't eaten pork, have you seen pigs run?" Jiang Hexue was no longer embarrassed and pinched his earlobe with a mixture of anger and amusement. "We've kissed you several times, haven't you learned how to just aim and touch?"
While she was pinching it, Shen Qingchen took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve pocket and unfolded it, revealing two round fragrant pills inside.
"Sweet-mouth pills? When did you get them?" Jiang Hexue paused, asking doubtfully. "I fried them with melon seeds a few days ago. Did you finish your meal and not clean your mouth yet?"
"Just now. It's cleared." Shen Qingchen replied. "I drank some wine before coming to find you, but my worries can't be completely dispelled."
"You have such a low alcohol tolerance, yet you still drink. Are you greedy for wine?" Jiang Hexue saw him put one in his mouth and bite the other, and asked while chewing.
Shen Qingchen shook his head.
"So, why did you think of bringing me to see the fireworks today?" Jiang Hexue asked in a different tone.
Shen Qingchen tilted his head and looked at her for a while.
After swallowing the pill, he asked, "Do you still remember?"
He clenched his fists and raised them to his cheeks, facing her, spreading the five fingers of both hands.
"Hmm?" Jiang Hexue had no impression of it. He just felt that this action was extremely incompatible with him, and it seemed inexplicably funny and ridiculous when he did it.
"Fireworks?" She thought about it and laughed. "Such perfunctory fireworks?"
Shen Qingchen also laughed: "Not perfunctory."
Jiang Hexue suddenly had a strong premonition in his heart: "Could it be me... I really can't remember."
"No problem." Shen Qingchen was not surprised. "I'll tell you about it later."
"In the future? Then now you want... Zhaohua!"
He held her wrist and her vision shook for a moment. Before Jiang Hexue could react, her back was already pressed against the white jade pillar of the pavilion.
The rolled-up curtain was lowered again, Shen Qingchen protected the back of her neck with his hand, and their noses were pressed against each other again, eyelashes against eyelashes.
"Now, try and see if I can do it." His voice was filled with a faint smile. "Master Jiang."
Jiang Hexue opened his eyes wide in disbelief.
What did he call her? Master Xiao Jiang?
Before he could utter any words of blame, he felt a cool, soft touch on the corner of his lips again.
He touched it lightly, then moved slowly from the corner of the lips to the bead of the lips.
The force is always gentle, twisting and rubbing, lingering and sad.
It's like a feather falling on the lake of my heart, and ripples spread out in circles, neither still nor stopping.
Jiang Hexue's arm on his shoulder froze, and she forgot to close her eyes, just staring at him.
Looking at his eyelashes that appear even thicker when he closes them, and the corners of his eyes that turn a faint red when he is moved.
His kisses continued to peck her lips again and again, which felt a bit like the feeling of a small lily pecking at cornmeal in the palm of her hand, but softer and more itchy.
She leaned against the white jade pillar unconsciously, feeling weak, and the coldness made her tremble slightly.
Shen Qingchen moved away a little, forehead against forehead with her, and his breathing was a little unstable.
He held her cloak tighter with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled the thin blanket he had brought, folded it several times and placed it behind her shoulders, then lowered his arm and wrapped it around her waist.
"Qiong Qiong." His voice was slightly hoarse.
"Hmm...?" Jiang Hexue opened her lips subconsciously, but before the last word was finished, she was completely swallowed up by him.
His tongue pressed against his teeth, and their breaths blended together again.
The cold fragrance approaches, and the sweetness of melon spreads between lips and teeth.
A string in Jiang Hexue's brain suddenly broke.
Sweet-smelling pills...Did he take the sweet-smelling pills for this moment?
Besides, she had tried to get closer to him a few times before, but he refused. She had already decided to give him the cold shoulder a few times, but she didn't expect that he would play tricks on her and just coax her into saying a few words, and that would get her what she wanted.
Jiang Hexue bit his tongue angrily.
Shen Qingchen paused for a moment, stepped back, and raised his eyes in confusion.
"So cunning!" Jiang Hexue scolded him, feeling one part angry and nine parts ashamed.
Shen Qingchen blinked slowly, came to his senses, and suddenly bent his lower lip.
He didn't continue, but just grabbed her soft waist and asked again: "What do you like?"
Jiang Hexue didn't continue to be awkward with him.
"Here." She tapped his earlobe, then his crimson lips. "And here."
Her fingers gently touched his eyebrows, nose, and finally landed on his heart: "I like this place the most."
"Zhaohua, I like you so much."
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The broken stars gradually dimmed, and the moon-white veil was finally opened again.
The marvelous sight of hundreds of flowers blooming on Tianling Mountain was also revealed. In front of the bronze mirror, Jiang Hexue looked at the newly acquired earrings and tilted her head with satisfaction.
It tilted to the left and then to the right, shaking like a rattle.
"Look, this is a gift from your father. Isn't it beautiful?" She caught the pacing little Qionghua in her palm.
Xiao Qionghua glanced at Shen Qingchen beside her, her neck shrank, and she said nothing.
"You don't know how to appreciate it." Jiang Hexue tilted her neck to show it to someone who knew how to appreciate it. "Say it's beautiful."
"It looks good." Shen Qingchen said softly.
"It looks good!" Xiao Qionghua exclaimed.
Jiang Hexue laughed so hard that her stomach ached: "Little Qionghua, you——"
"You only listen to Daddy and not Mommy." She tapped its head, put it in a cage, and handed it to the maid to take it out. "Mom and Daddy are doing serious business, you just be good."
The noisy dormitory became quiet.
The ambiguity expands and ferments in this silence.
Jiang Hexue approached Shen Qingchen and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.
She was picked up again, and her whole body climbed on Shen Qingchen, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms around his neck.
The breaths lingered, blended, and stuck together, both gentle and hot, and it was impossible to tell whose was whose.
When her red lips slightly opened, Shen Qingchen paused for a moment, looked at her for two seconds, loosened one hand, and went to pick up the fragrant pills in the wooden box on her table.
"No." Jiang Hexue also withdrew her hand to press his hand.
Shen Qingchen had to pull his hand back to steady her, kissed her cheek lightly, and carried her back to the couch.
"I don't want the fragrant pills." Jiang Hexue suppressed his movement to withdraw, his ears slightly red, and his voice became softer. "I'm not asking you to stop."
"That one is sweet." Shen Qingchen explained softly. "Tooth powder is bitter, you don't like it."
"Whether it's bitter or not, whether I like it or not—" Jiang Hexue leaned forward and pressed against his teeth. "It only counts if I try."
Shen Qingchen didn’t refuse again.
The herbs are bitter and the camphor is cool.
My breathing became messy and broken unconsciously.
Shen Qingchen raised her body slightly, with a blush at the corners of her eyes.
"Zhaohua." Jiang Hexue didn't let him retreat. She grabbed the jade belt around his waist and forced him to bend over again. "Husband."
"Stay with me."
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