Chapter 18 Chapter 18 What is the serious matter between husband and wife?
The hand on the waist is soft and boneless.
The night wind slipped in through the tiny gap in the window, the purple gauze curtain swayed gently in the wind, and the golden bells of the white jade rang softly.
Shen Qingchen moved his hand around her waist, supported his body with his arms, and kept a distance of an inch from her.
"What are you doing here?" He took a few breaths, his voice still hoarse. "What's the real business?"
He'd better ask clearly.
After all, once something started, he didn't know if he could still be patient and restrained as usual and do what she wanted.
Jiang Hexue did not retreat at all. His fingers found the cold white jade belt buckle, pressed the buckle pin, lifted the end of the pin, and pulled his belt out.
But she didn't let go, her hands were still clenched, and she laughed softly: "It's already like this, if I tell you to stop, will you stop?"
His reaction was so obvious that she could feel it clearly even at such a distance, and her ears felt hot.
"Yes." Shen Qingchen answered her.
Jiang Hexue loosened his grip and the jade belt fell to the ground.
"Then what should I do so that he won't stop?" She kept talking to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and took off his coat.
Shen Qingchen cooperated by raising his hands one by one, but did not answer.
Jiang Hexue didn't urge him, but reached into his clothes again to hook the laces of his shirt.
Shen Qingchen still cooperated and let her do it.
This was the first time Jiang Hexue saw his chest in its entirety.
It was as cold and white as jade, but with a hint of pink due to the owner's uncontrollable affection and shyness. The muscles were distinct and the lines were neat and beautiful. When he exerted force, it would sink deeper, becoming tighter and more delicate.
The arm supporting her was also cold, white and pink, strong and attractive like a lotus root just out of water.
Jiang Hexue swallowed and felt like biting something.
And she would do it whenever she wanted to. She would slightly turn her body and raise her head, then bite a small piece of muscle on his upper arm with the tip of her teeth and grind it gently.
Of course it is different from lotus root.
The newly-ripened lotus root is tender and juicy, and is best eaten cold with a sauce of soy sauce, vinegar, salt, and sugar. Of course, coriander and pepper should be avoided. The old lotus root powder is glutinous and fragrant, and is best stewed with pork ribs. Adding some sweet corn kernels would make it even better.
As for the lotus root in front of her, Jiang Hexue could not savor its texture as carefully as she did the lotus root. As soon as she loosened her lips, she saw a very faint red mark on it.
Looking again at the hand supporting her cheek, the fingers were slightly curled, and the blue veins on the back of the hand were slightly raised, as if she was enduring great pain.
"Will it stop at this point?" Jiang Hexue turned back, feeling a little soft-hearted, yet still unwilling to let him go.
"What's the real business?" Shen Qingchen didn't answer and asked again.
There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his cold, pale face was now flushed.
Jiang Hexue knew very well that he was a man of few words.
Therefore, once he repeats himself, it usually means that his tolerance has reached its limit and his patience is about to run out.
It also usually means that this matter will not be easily turned over.
Of course, Jiang Hexue didn't want to let this matter go easily.
She also wanted to see what the man who was rumored to be cold and aloof, who had pushed her away on their wedding night, looked like when he was immersed in love affairs.
She wanted to see his dark eyes when he was moved, and whether the reflection of her would be more charming.
"It's come to this, and you're still asking me questions knowing the answer..." She drew a half-arc with her fingertips on his chest, but suddenly stopped.
Her gaze dropped from his bare chest to her own silk dress, which was in perfect condition and almost neat, to her silk stockings and embroidered shoes that had not faded at all, and finally back to his hands that were clutching the quilt.
Jiang Hexue was surprised to find that at this point, he was so polite that he just hugged her and kissed her.
He didn't touch any part of her body that shouldn't be touched, and he always used his arms to surround her.
Shen Qingchen still gave her a chance to refuse.
A surge of warm affection suddenly surged in my heart.
For the first time, Jiang Hexue noticed the unspoken respect in his restrained actions.
He seemed to love her very much.
She recalled his low, somewhat lost words, "You don't love me" on their wedding night.
Is that why... I pushed her away?
Her eyes felt sore at this moment. She turned her head away and blinked her eyelashes desperately to hold back the tears.
Can't cry.
She didn't want him to suppress his impulse and coax her at this time.
"Zhaohua," Jiang Hexue said to him what she wanted to say. "On our wedding day, I'll tell you that love or not is not important to me."
Shen Qingchen said “hmm”: “I remember.”
"It's important." She put her arms around his neck, pulled him down, and pecked his lips. "I like you. I love you."
My rationality completely collapsed because of her words.
She looked for the light wine she had drunk to give herself courage, and only now did she want to get him drunk.
And he seemed to be really intoxicated by these sweet words.
Shen Qingchen reached out and grasped her waist, rubbing it unbearably.
Jiang Hexue trembled, then she guided his hand and put it on the belt of her skirt.
"Things never happen more than three times." Shen Qingchen managed to pull back the last bit of rationality and said in a hoarse voice. "What is the real matter?"
"Don't answer. If you don't refuse, I will do as I understand."
"If I tell you to stop, will you still stop?" Jiang Hexue laughed.
"Never stop."
Shen Qingchen thought, he gave her a chance.
But the words seemed a bit cold, and she was so delicate that she needed coaxing even to take the medicine, so he added: "If you don't feel well, don't endure it."
"If you don't want to stop, then don't stop." Jiang Hexue hooked her hand around his, and with a flick of her finger, the ties of her skirt came undone. "Then listen, do we understand the same thing?"
The intricate hem of her skirt draped at his feet.
She smiled softly under his dark gaze, "The real thing is the thing we didn't do on our wedding night."
"If we wish, it can make the palace more lively."
"It's as lively as the little kids calling you father and me mother."
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The vision darkened.
The veil and silk curtains were lowered to block out everything.
Only the night pearl on the top of the curtain still emitted a soft halo, and only each other's appearance was clearly imprinted in their eyes.
It was very different from the lingering and gentle kiss on Tianling Mountain.
The lips were crushed hard, the teeth were pried open, the cold aroma of camphor and the bitter taste of herbs were poured into the mouth, and the tongue was entangled by him.
His back was a soft pillow, and he was so strong that Jiang Hexue had no way to retreat or hide. She could only raise her neck to accept their affection.
Her waist softened during the kiss, and she slid down lazily, then was picked up by Shen Qingchen with one hand, completely clinging to his arms.
"Zhaohua..." Jiang Hexue tilted her head, getting some fresh air, and begged for mercy. "I'm tired, I want to lie down."
Shen Qingchen hugged her tightly, neither responding nor letting her lie down, her suppressed breathing falling into her ears.
The tips of his ears were burning red and hot, and the heat from his body was transmitted to her through the clothes, making her feel dizzy and confused.
After a long pause, Shen Qingchen reached out and gently took off the golden hairpin that tied her hair.
The waterfall of black hair was no longer restrained and cascaded down, and a small piece of it fell smoothly into his palm.
He hooked a strand of hair and played with it on his fingertips, suddenly remembering the love knot that was untied on their wedding night, and her word "waste".
With her, nothing is wasted in the best sense of the word.
He wanted to wrap a new one, cut it off, and be together with her forever, growing old together.
But of course not now.
Shen Qingchen loosened her hair, put his hand around her neck, and carefully took off the eight-treasure necklace from her neck, and put it together with the gold hairpin into the wooden box beside her.
He raised his hand again and touched the round gold buckle of her earring, but did not move his hand, asking her to take it herself.
Jiang Hexue lazily took off her earrings and placed them in the small wooden box. She snuggled into his arms again and said, "Lie down."
Shen Qingchen put down the big welcoming pillow, hugged her, and lay down face to face with her. After thinking for a while, he moved the hidden bag in front of the two of them and looked at her silently.
Her skirt was a little disheveled, the lip balm on her lips had been sucked clean, her hairpins and rings had all been removed, and she nestled in his arms like a kitten that had just had its nails manicured.
The little bit of rationality that Fang Huilong had told him that he was too impulsive tonight, but he was really attracted by her beauty and was really licentious, so he couldn't control himself.
It started when he sensed that she had feelings for him.
The love that had been floating in the air for many years began to fall from the moment they met again, but today, when he heard her confession with his own ears, it finally came to fruition.
He was no longer able to tell whether her feelings were a momentary feeling of being touched and fresh, or liking her, or even love.
So he gave her the answer, along with the last chance to refuse: "Love me?"
He believed whatever she answered. If she didn't give a direct answer, he could stop.
"Yeah." Jiang Hexue pushed aside the hidden bag between them, moved closer without any fear, and gently bit his earlobe.
"Love you."
"The kind of love that I want to be with you forever and grow old together."
"Husband, I love you."
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The wide bed suddenly became narrow, and the air between the mouth and nose became thinner. Jiang Hexue could not resist this plunder and could only cater to it, and only wanted to cater to it.
The gorgeous silk skirt drags on the ground, and the hem is like a blooming flower.
The blocked lips were released at this moment. Jiang Hexue's tongue felt numb, her waist felt weak, and she looked at Shen Qingchen in confusion.
"Your clothes..." He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice trembled as well.
He only dared to ask this much, then he raised his eyes to look at her, then lowered his eyelashes again, and then raised his eyes again as if they were on fire, not daring to meet her gaze, his eyes dodging, not knowing where to look.
The shame spread from the neck downwards.
Jiang Hexue said with a triumphant smile, "There are many types of middle-length coats with stand-up collars. This is just a common one."
Is it normal?
His thoughts were extremely slow, and Shen Qingchen could only follow her words and look down again.
The collar was open to the heart, and there was a piece of semi-transparent gauze around the waist. The waist of the trousers was very low, and the middle of the thigh was cut open, revealing a small piece of frosty white skin. The lower half of the trouser legs were only tied with a few thin silk ribbons, which were so thin that they seemed easy to pull off without any force.
His eyes drifted upwards and stopped at her slender waist.
There was a red mark there where his hand had clenched tightly.
It went up again and paused for a moment.
Her figure was far from thin. At first glance, the plump curve of her chest, the straight and delicate collarbone, and the small red mole on the back of her neck were all lingering in my mind.
He really didn't know what was ordinary.
"If you don't like it..." Jiang Hexue put her arms around his neck and whispered provocatively in his ear. "Take it off."
Shen Qingchen felt the back of his neck tighten, and he slowly raised his hand.
His hand was about to fall on her shoulder, but the girl in front of him suddenly frowned.
"stop--"
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