Chapter 37 Chapter 37 I'm just looking for you to vent my lust.
"Princess, don't be afraid." Jiang Heye didn't respond. Instead, he grabbed Shen Chuning's waist without hesitation and used his Qing Gong to pull her away. "I will kill the assassin for you, Princess."
Jiang Hexue was completely unprepared for his reaction. She paused and saw the silver needles stabbing towards her densely.
"Brother! Aye!"
She had to dodge, but Jiang Heye's attack became more and more fierce, without any hesitation on his face. Silver needles fell like rain, and the tips of the needles were bluish-black.
She had only learned some basic self-defense skills, how could she dodge it?
Before Jiang Hexue could feel sad, someone grabbed her waist. As her body left the ground, she saw a moon-white folding fan quickly unfolded, blocking all the poison needles as it flew.
At the same time, a large, dazzling silver light flashed, and she was so shocked that she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the two men had disappeared.
Chen Qingchen didn't chase after her. He hugged Jiang Hexue and retreated to a dark alley. Then he put away his folding fan and looked down at her.
The streets were dark, and the usually calm girl in his arms was trembling slightly. Her lower lip was bitten unconsciously until it turned white. Her pair of night purple phoenix eyes were filled with tears, but they stubbornly refused to fall.
Shen Qingchen picked up her own mask, then raised her hand and gently took off her mask.
Her face was so pale that it was completely bloodless. She followed his movements and barely raised her eyes to look at him.
"Thank you so much for that." Jiang Hexue blinked away the tears. "But I'm afraid I don't feel like shopping anymore today..."
"I just saved you, can I ask for a thank you gift?" Shen Qingchen asked.
"... Another day, okay?" Jiang Hexue pressed his brows wearily. "I really don't have the mood anymore..."
Before she finished speaking, Shen Qingchen leaned over and held her loosely in his arms.
"That's it." He lowered his voice. "A hug for you."
"If you want to cry, then cry." His voice was exceptionally gentle, like a feather gently landing on the center of a lake. "No one else will know."
"My husband coaxes you."
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Perhaps the cold evening wind of the Yin month cannot blow into this quiet alley.
Perhaps it was because Shen Qingchen's movements and voice were overly gentle and patient.
Perhaps it was the crisp cedar scent on him, mixed with the sweet aroma of pear cake and candied kumquats, that made him so reassuring.
In short, Jiang Hexue's emotions, which were already on the verge of collapse, completely lost control after he asked this question.
Her hands climbed up his waist, and she pressed herself tightly into his arms, choking with sobs.
"It's fine if he lost his memory, but why would he kill me..."
"Why is it like this..."
"I've been searching for him for so many years, why is this the result..."
Shen Qingchen said nothing, letting her complain, only one hand around her waist, the other hand covering her head, gently and softly stroking it, like a feather, but softer than a feather.
In the silent, long embrace, the only sound I could hear was his heartbeat, which was neither fast nor slow, hitting my eardrum forcefully.
His body temperature was higher than hers, and his fox fur was soft and warm. The fur collar rubbed against his shoulders, feeling soft and cozy.
Gradually calming her turbulent emotions.
Jiang Hexue sniffed and looked up at him.
The dark alley blocked out the lively lights of the lantern festival, and only the cold moon was reflected in his eyes, clear as glass.
The force on the waist tightened a little, and the handsome young man looked at her tenderly with his cold eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.
Then he leaned down and gently kissed her ear.
For the first time, Jiang Hexue discovered that there was no need to say any sweet words to coax someone.
Just being held so tightly by him, she felt so safe, so comfortable... so happy.
I was so happy that I didn't want to test whether he was sincere or not.
At least not now.
"Husband." Jiang Hexue pouted in mock dissatisfaction. "Is this how you coax me?"
"What do you want from me?" Shen Qingchen asked indulgently.
"Call me," she demanded. "Like just now."
"...My wife."
"Say you will unconditionally depend on me and always stand by my side." He did what she wanted, and Jiang Hexue was the best at pushing her further. "Say you love me the most, only me—"
Shen Qingchen didn't respond.
"Reluctant? Is it too against your will?" Jiang Hexue pouted.
"Is there a reward for saying these things you like to hear?" After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen asked back.
Jiang Hexue was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled happily: "The little angelfish is so well-behaved, of course I can have it."
"What do you want? You can say it willingly."
In fact, Shen Qingchen rarely made any requests to her, and she didn't even have a clue as to what to do.
He looked at her for a moment, as if thinking too.
"I'm on duty for the New Year holiday," Shen Qingchen said after a while. "I still have half a month's vacation."
"Tomorrow, I want to rest in the mansion."
"Your vacation is not my responsibility, so how can this be considered a reward?" Jiang Hexue was confused for a moment.
Shen Qingchen looked at her deeply, but looked away.
"Even though it's a break," he pursed his lips uncomfortably and said slowly, "I'm alone in the mansion, so it's bound to be boring."
Jiang Hexue was completely stunned, staring at his red earlobe, and finally laughed out loud: "Baby Zhaohua."
"Why are you so cute?" She rubbed the tip of his ear, her heart so soft that she couldn't hold it. "I know. I'll accompany you."
"I miss you, too." She then stood on tiptoe, kissing the tip of his ear and then gently kissing along his jaw. "I miss you so much."
"I want to do nothing but stick with you, even if it's just to be in a daze together..."
Her words of love became vague in the dense kisses, and her soft lips finally touched the small mole on his Adam's apple.
"Zhaohua," Jiang Hexue tapped the spot with the tip of her teeth. "I want to hear it."
She half-opened her eyes, the water color still lingering in her pupils, the upturned corners of her eyes were slightly red from crying, and her eyelashes and loose hair were still brushing his neck.
Shen Qingchen put one hand behind his back and unconsciously clenched it into a fist: “Don’t get so close.”
"Stop pretending." Jiang Hexue showed no mercy, biting the little mole with her teeth as punishment. "Speak."
"Zhao Hua will unconditionally rely on Qiong Qiong and will always stand by Qiong Qiong." After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen spoke, his voice soft and hoarse. "I love Qiong Qiong the most, and only Qiong Qiong."
The one who wanted to listen just now was Jiang Hexue, and the one who was so embarrassed after listening that she didn't dare to look at him and buried her head in his arms was also Jiang Hexue.
"I never asked you to add your name," she grumbled. "You're taking the initiative, you rascal."
"Isn't this good?" Shen Qingchen raised his hand and gently stroked the top of her head. "I'm only telling you this."
Tell her his true feelings.
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Jiang Hexue often likes to avoid problems.
To escape from Jiang Heye's affairs, he had to find something interesting to distract his mind.
"I want to drink." She curled up in the recliner and said to Shen Qingchen.
"Plum wine or pear wine." He didn't refuse.
"I don't want any of that." Jiang Hexue pouted. "I want something stronger. I usually drink shochu."
"This is the Xifeng wine that King Jing gave me during the winter hunt." Shen Qingchen ordered the servants to bring it over and personally poured her a glass. "Don't drink too much."
Jiang Hexue snorted in dissatisfaction: "I'm not like you. I can't drink that badly. I can get drunk even with a little wine at the wedding banquet."
Shen Qingchen remained silent, watching her drink the entire cup in one gulp, then push the empty cup in front of him, staring at him eagerly.
"How many do you want to drink?" he asked, but his hand unconsciously filled her glass again.
"I've drunk so much that I don't want to drink anymore." Jiang Hexue shook the wine cup, crossed his legs, and sat lazily.
She didn't wear stockings, and her slippers weren't worn properly either. She just hooked her toes, swaying them back and forth, revealing her small, delicate, white heels.
The middle garment she was wearing was the same one she had described as "ordinary" in the past. The collar was open to her heart, and she let down half of her long hair, half covering and half concealing her frosty skin.
Shen Qingchen shifted his gaze.
"Husband," she finished another cup, leaned over, and handed the empty cup to Shen Qingchen. "More."
"You're not drunk yet." Shen Qingchen poured her some wine and placed the wine pot on a small table where she couldn't reach it. "Don't drink anymore."
"Just three cups, how can you get drunk?" Jiang Hexue smiled and walked towards him with the cup in hand. "Even if you're drunk, so what?"
"Since you don't like the taste of ginger in the hangover soup, why do you want to get yourself drunk?" Shen Qingchen did not retreat, his voice was light and calm.
"I never drink," Jiang Hexue said stubbornly. "I'll just go to bed drunk."
Shen Qingchen pursed his lips disapprovingly: “It will give me a headache.”
Jiang Hexue ignored him and drank a few more sips, his face showing signs of irritation.
She looked at Shen Qingchen again.
When it was almost time to go to bed, he changed into a moon-white suit with a stand-up collar. The material was no whiter than his skin.
Her hair was buttoned up so tightly that not a single hair was exposed, but her black hair was still tied with a scarlet hairband and pinned with a red jade hairpin.
It was obvious that she was dressing up on purpose for her to see.
"Husband," Jiang Hexue called him again, revealing a charming smile. "People say that a short absence is better than a new marriage."
"It would be too boring if my husband stayed awake and restrained throughout the long night."
She didn't like the feeling of her slippers rubbing against the jade tiles on the ground, so she simply kicked them off and stepped barefoot on his feet.
She knew Shen Qingchen's temperament clearly, and sure enough, the next moment, his arm was resting on her waist.
"Going barefoot will make you cold." He did not respond to her almost explicit words, like an old-fashioned man, disciplining her.
Jiang Hexue laughed nonchalantly, took another big sip of wine, put down the wine cup, put one arm around his neck and the other around his jaw.
Their lips touched, and she forcefully passed the wine to him.
Although Xifeng Liquor is strong, it is not spicy. The refreshing and sweet aroma spreads between the lips and teeth.
Shen Qingchen tilted his head slightly and swallowed the wine completely.
He gets red in the face whenever he uses alcohol, even if it's just a sip of strong liquor.
The crimson color started to spread from his jade-white ears, and in an instant covered his entire face, and the corners of his eyes also turned red.
Jiang Hexue never drank alcohol on her face, but she held his hand up to him, her nose touching his: "Husband, you are so beautiful."
Being so close, she couldn't help but kiss him.
She exerted force with her arms and jumped up, letting him hold her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she wished and pressed him down for a kiss.
Her hand pressed tightly against the back of his neck, not allowing him to dodge an inch.
But Shen Qingchen would usually return the kiss and take back the initiative, but tonight she was particularly passive.
She pried open his teeth and he opened his mouth, completely submissive and without any temper.
She almost dragged him back to the couch.
Jiang Hexue was tired, so she lay down on her back, hooked her arms around his neck, and looked at him with half-closed eyes.
He supported himself on his arms, showing no intention of going any further.
"It's been so long since we last met, and you're still so cold..." Jiang Hexue kicked him unhappily. "I shouldn't have come back earlier."
The quilt was wrinkled.
"Then you came back just to find me..." Shen Qingchen's voice was too hoarse. "Release, desire?"
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