Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Can't Eat
Jiang Hexue had no idea what he was talking about with this incoherent sentence.
Even though she was blindfolded, she could vaguely sense that something was unusual about him tonight.
"I want to take it off." She nodded at the embroidered handkerchief covering her eyes.
Shen Qingchen refused to listen to her. He tied her wrists with one hand, pressed her over the top of her head, and pressed his lips against hers again.
He was comforting her with his lips and fingers, his movements were controlled to be slow and gentle, but the part he couldn't control was always heavy, always fast, and always made her cry.
Jiang Hexue had no choice but to use force to distract him, cutting his shoulder with the blade, scratching and biting.
But it's useless.
She also knew how sharp her nails were now, and she was afraid of hurting him, so she hugged his neck properly.
After all, she wasn't in unbearable pain, it was just that the feeling was too embarrassing and too unfamiliar.
But she could only cry with him: "Zhaohua, it hurts."
Shen Qingchen hugged her fair shoulders and repeated for the nth time tonight: "Relax."
Jiang Hexue felt uncomfortable with his behavior.
She was no longer embarrassed, but felt that he was being unreasonable: "Are you blaming me for not relaxing?"
"It's obviously because of you..." She leaned against his neck, paused, and added in a lower voice, "I still can't control myself."
"It's no exaggeration to say that you want to drill through me..."
The words were cut off by his kiss.
"Qiong Qiong." Shen Qingchen kissed her for a long time before saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
He was so embarrassed that he wanted to run away.
"You're so unreasonable!" Jiang Hexue complained. "You're blinding me again, and you won't let me tell you the truth. I hate you—"
"Speak." Shen Qingchen let her tickle him, her voice becoming softer. "Don't hate me."
All the humble pleading in his heart was finally expressed to her with endless gentle kisses.
Please love me, Qiong Qiong.
Fu Wang is not that good and does not love you that much.
If it's just about feelings——
I love you too, for many, many years.
I am still your legitimate husband.
Please give me a place in your eyes and heart.
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The embroidered handkerchief was wet with tears and became transparent.
Jiang Hexue really felt that Shen Qingchen was cunning and had bullied her beyond recognition.
He clearly allowed her to speak, but he kept kissing her lips tightly, leaving her no chance to speak.
She finally had a chance to take a breath, but when she opened her mouth, he used force, making the words on the tip of her tongue become embarrassing.
After several repetitions, she was sure that he did it on purpose.
Jiang Hexue was tormented by him to the point of tears, so she scratched his waist and abdomen to show her dissatisfaction.
However, he seemed not to feel the pain and let her move without stopping. He would only deliberately slow down and make his movements more gentle.
But after all, there was a huge disparity in strength between him and her, and no matter how slow or light he was, she had a hard time adapting, which made both of them feel uncomfortable.
Jiang Hexue didn't bother to think about Shen Qingchen. When he heard him comfort her to "relax" again, he scratched his back in grievance.
"Why are you so cold even now..." she whimpered reluctantly. "You don't even say a sweet word, you won't even try to coax me."
Shen Qingchen closed his eyes and hugged her tightly.
"Relax a little." He softened his voice. "A little bit, or even half a bit, is fine."
Jiang Hexue pouted unhappily: "Is that it?"
He didn't answer, and she didn't expect much. She raised her body and kissed him on the lips.
"Baby." Shen Qingchen suddenly called in her ear.
His voice was always cold, and even when he was gentle to her, it couldn't hide the texture of cold gold and jade. It always made people think of iceberg snow lotus, feeling distant and out of reach.
Now, immersed in love affairs, his voice is soft and hoarse, soaked with lingering, tender and affectionate feelings, and he calls her so intimately.
A warm and cool breath hit his ears, and the sound was so sudden that Jiang Hexue's ears went numb.
Everything felt soft and numb, and the hands pinching his back lost their strength.
Shen Qingchen moved her hand from her shoulder and placed it on her waist. After thinking for a moment, he grabbed her wrist again and pressed it against the muscles on his chest and waist.
He knew she liked it.
Jiang Hexue really used her fingertips to follow the lines, gently tracing the outlines and counting.
One, two, three, four, five, six...
Shen Qingchen didn't let her finish counting. He lifted one of her ankles, put it on his shoulder, and pressed it down heavily.
He kissed her raised ankle, gently and slowly.
He kissed the soles of her feet again, causing her to curl up and shrink back in fear. His fingers continued to scratch his waist.
This time it's not because it's difficult.
Her chaotic humming scratched his heart like a kitten's claws.
"Cat." Shen Qingchen coaxed again in a low voice. "Baby cat."
"You are... a little angelfish... little fish." Jiang Hexue had to break up her words several times before she could finish them. "Little fish... baby..."
"Yeah." Shen Qingchen was touched by her cuteness and responded, laughing very softly. "The kitten ate the fish."
But he was a big fish, and Xiao Jiang Maomao couldn't eat him, so he was dragged into the boundless ocean.
The water was so powerful that Jiang Hexue thought of Yangzhou.
Yangzhou is the southernmost state of Longlin, along the coast. She went all the way south and the first place she went to was Yangzhou.
There is a folk game in Yangzhou called rafting. As soon as she settled down, she couldn't wait to try it out.
They drifted on the waves on a simple raft with two oars to control the direction, but most of the time, she liked to lie lazily on the raft and drift with the current.
But the wind started to blow and the waves began to rise. She was shaken and had to hold on to the oars tightly in order to control the direction.
Her long hair, like a waterfall, was wet and spread out on the deck. Her hair on her forehead was also wet and stuck into clumps on her smooth forehead.
The wind was strong and the waves were high, so she gripped the oar harder and harder, leaving marks on it.
Don't relax until you have jumped over the highest wave.
As if boneless, she lay limply in the young man's arms.
Shen Qingchen gently stroked her slender and beautiful butterfly bones with his hand and looked at her with lowered eyelashes.
Her cheeks were flushed, her plump lips were red and swollen from the kisses, and her waist was left with a faint red mark from his pinching.
He closed his eyes and sighed softly.
He had to admit that just now...
The more she cried, the harder it was for him to control himself. He knew that what he was doing was against etiquette, but he still wanted to hold her earlobe in his mouth and tease her until she could no longer bear it and begged for mercy.
Debauched, licentious, and unbearable. He hated himself for being like this.
"Are you relieved?" Shen Qingchen stepped back and asked.
Jiang Hexue nodded weakly.
"Wait a moment." Shen Qingchen covered her tightly, moved the charcoal basin closer, and finally took out her sweaty long hair, tied it casually with his own hairband, and then entered the clean room.
The round mirror on the wall clearly reflected the mottled scars on his waist and abdomen.
Shen Qingchen didn't take a picture of his back, he knew it should be worse.
He just couldn't help thinking that Qiong Qiong was really like a difficult cat.
I want him to be gentle and slow, but I am so delicate and so quick.
He sighed softly and lowered his hand.
She was relieved and he didn't touch her.
I can't bear it, and I don't deserve it.
-
Jiang Hexue didn't wait for him long.
Shen Qingchen was only wearing shorts, and he carried her into the clean room with the blanket, removed the blanket, and immersed her in the bath water of just the right temperature.
"When was the hot spring pool carved?" Jiang Hexue asked in surprise, leaning against the jade pool wall.
"During the winter hunting days." Shen Qingchen replied, scattering her favorite red plum petals into the bath water.
They had just returned from the hot spring inn.
Jiang Hexue's heart softened. She looked up at the scars on his chest and abdomen, then lowered her eyes to look at her own body.
There was only a few red marks on her waist left by his tight grip, but they had almost disappeared by now.
No trace of anything else was left.
But she remembered that Shen Qingchen liked to leave marks on her.
After the birthday, they became closer. At night, he no longer always went to bed alone, but would bite and rub her.
The first time he bit her earlobe, she was so embarrassed that she found the biggest earring to cover it and wore it all day, which made her so upset that she got angry with him.
Later, when he bit her on the side of the neck during winter hunting, she slapped him with her velvet collar on, telling him never to let it bite her neck in the summer.
But she had to wear a velvet collar in winter, so during the winter hunting days, her neck was simply unbearable to look at.
"Zhaohua." Jiang Hexue touched the teeth marks on his shoulder and felt that his eyelashes were abnormally moist. She blinked, not knowing how to ask.
The wound on her forearm couldn't get wet, so Shen Qingchen washed her hair with her own hands. Her hands were covered with fragrant soap foam, but she didn't grab her hand like she did every day: "Yeah."
"Did you have it just now..." Jiang Hexue thought of the important matter, but was too embarrassed to speak up. She turned away from him and measured with her fingers. "That one."
"I wear it." Shen Qingchen understood.
He was so straightforward that Jiang Hexue somehow accepted it. She said "Oh" and added dryly, "That's good."
"I'm using contraceptive soup." After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen whispered. "Don't worry about being pregnant."
He didn't want her to suffer and give birth to a child.
But this is different from her rejection.
He knew that she was not averse to children. When she held Yunli in her arms at the banquet, she was clearly smiling so happily.
She just...rejected him.
Jiang Hexue was stunned: "Contraceptive soup? When?"
"Starting on the 23rd, the next day." Shen Qingchen blinked vigorously and said, "It's prescribed by the imperial physician, so there's no need to worry about it being ineffective."
Jiang Hexue looked at his drooping eyelashes again and was hesitant to respond.
"I'm a little tired and a little hungry." After a long silence, she changed the subject.
"I ordered hot milk and rose cakes." Shen Qingchen followed her words and replied. "The rest will have to wait."
"I just want to eat these two." Jiang Hexue said cheerfully. "No need for anything else."
Shen Qingchen hummed again, washed the foam off her hair, combed it with a comb, and wiped her hair with a towel.
His fingertips rubbed her scalp, making the already tired Jiang Hexue's eyelids even heavier. She wanted to sleep, but also wanted to stick with him for a while longer.
She chose the middle one, her eyes half closed, leaving only a small slit to look at him: "I still want to listen."
"Baby. Kitty baby."
He spoke obediently, his voice clear and still slightly hoarse this time. He deliberately spoke in a low and gentle voice, which added a bit of tenderness and affection to his words, and it sounded very pleasant.
Jiang Hexue's heart softened when she heard this, and she gently rubbed his forearm with her cheek: "Baby. Baby Xiaoyu. Baby Zhaohua."
"Do you want to hear some sweet words? I'll tell you."
"Any words are fine?" After a moment, Shen Qingchen asked in a low voice.
Jiang Hexue hesitated for a moment.
Could he possibly ask her to say anything erotic or ambiguous?
She nodded: "It's all right."
But Shen Qingchen didn't respond for a long time, wiping her hair in silence.
His body was never satisfied, but his empty heart longed for her comfort even more urgently - even a light deception could slightly ease the bitterness that made him lose control.
After the last drop of water on her hair was wiped dry, he finally mustered up the courage to speak, his voice soft and hoarse: "Can you tell me..."
“Chen Qingchen, Jiang Hexue loves you.”
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