Chapter 6 Chapter 6 His reaction
The dragon and phoenix candles burned brighter and brighter, and the candle wicks occasionally made subtle "crackling" sounds that were clearly audible.
Shen Qingchen looked at Jiang Hexue from bottom to top.
She half-knelt on his knees, and from this angle he could see her beautiful jawline, slender and straight collarbone, and the small reddish mole on the back of her neck.
On the cold, snow-white skin, it was almost dazzling.
Shen Qingchen thought he would be annoyed, annoyed at her frivolousness and casualness, annoyed that she only admired his appearance and had only a shallow lust for him, so he kissed him wantonly and claimed that he wanted to perform the ritual of intimacy with him.
Obviously, only couples in love can do this.
She doesn't love him.
But what filled his heart was a sour and swollen emotion, like cotton soaked in water, which made his heart ache.
He couldn't tell what this out-of-control emotion was, he just felt pain and soreness. He wanted to ask her if she knew that these words made him extremely uncomfortable.
But he couldn't ask.
He didn't want to hear the answer "I don't know", and he couldn't stand the answer "I know, but I don't care".
But Jiang Hexue had no idea what he was thinking. She didn't move her hand that was on the belt around his waist, but put her other hand on his shoulder. She bent her legs and lowered her body to look him in the eye.
Even after wiping off her makeup, her face was not plain at all. Her eyebrows were as dark as distant mountains, and her skin was whiter than sheep fat.
The lips are red without any lipstick, and the shape is full and beautiful, like the most delicate petals of a pomegranate flower in spring.
The still curly long hair looked like golden brown stars in the candlelight. The fragrance of her hair was light and gentle, but it penetrated into his nostrils domineeringly.
It was clearly a similar scent as his, but the cedar scent was replaced with red rose, making it so rich and attractive.
She must have known that she was very beautiful. She slowly raised the corners of her lips towards him, her eyes slightly curved: "Zhao Hua."
The voice is hoarse and sweet, and the name is affectionate.
Ning Ye Zi's pupils were as bright as glass, and the corners of her eyes were raised like hooks, trying to disrupt his restrained rationality.
Shen Qingchen didn't dare to touch her, and her fingers gradually tightened around the edge of the chair.
Jiang Hexue's hand climbed up his neck.
She leaned over and gently bit the small mole on his earlobe.
The tips of the teeth rubbed slowly.
An electric-like numbness spread from that place downwards, and in an instant it followed the meridians and burned all over the body.
His body's reaction was so fast that he had no time to restrain himself.
Shen Qingchen pushed her away suddenly, exerted force with his heels, moved away from the round chair, stood up suddenly, and turned his back to her.
This swift change made Jiang Hexue unable to react in time. Her lower back hit the table, and the pain made her cry: "Chen Qingchen! You are crazy!"
"It hurts so much! Do you know how much strength you used? Do you know that your table is very hard and my waist is very soft?"
Shen Qingchen's breathing was so chaotic that he couldn't speak.
He calmed down several times before speaking in a hoarse voice: "Sorry."
Jiang Hexue was still recovering, and finally felt better. He walked towards the couch angrily.
Shen Qingchen turned around again, still with his back to her.
"There's no point in hiding. I just felt it!" She became angrier and angrier as she looked, and rolled over onto the bed.
But she was bumped by the longans scattered on the couch, and the pain in her waist became even worse. She was so angry that she threw her hands and swept all the annoying fruits to the ground with a "crackling" sound.
"Who told you to have a baby soon?! On our wedding night, my husband pretended to be a chaste man with me, and we couldn't even sleep together!"
"I'm sorry." Shen Qingchen repeated.
He wanted to, and knew he should comfort her, but his body was in such a state that it wouldn't allow him to get any closer to her.
He had no choice but to hide in the clean room in a hurry.
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When he came out of the clean room, the girl on the couch was already lying on the brocade pillow, motionless, as if she was asleep.
Shen Qingchen took the blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing ointment, stepped onto the bed quietly, and wanted to check on her injuries.
When his hand was about to touch the hem of her clothes, she twisted it mercilessly.
"No!" Jiang Hexue said in a low voice.
Shen Qingchen withdrew his hand, feeling that it was neither right nor wrong to agree.
His silence caught Jiang Hexue's eye, and she sat up with a jerk, "How can you just do it if you say so, and then not do it if you say not? This is clearly a matter between two people!"
"Either one or two of them makes me uncomfortable. No man is good!"
Her face was streaked with tears.
Shen Qingchen was completely stunned.
"Lie outside and don't come in." Jiang Hexue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand and shrank back into the couch.
"Apply the medicine." Shen Qingchen pulled her sleeve and then let go, revealing the ointment in her palm. "Doesn't it hurt?"
Jiang Hexue slowly turned her head and stared at the celadon medicine jar in his palm without blinking.
"Don't cry anymore." Shen Qingchen handed her the embroidered handkerchief with his other hand.
"I'll do it, okay?"
What she saw tonight, Shen Qingchen's escape and Jiang Heye's unwillingness to recognize him, seemed to ferment into a huge bubble in her heart, swelling and filling her heart with depression.
The tone of his current two sentences was exceptionally gentle, with the ending tone deliberately kept low and soft, carrying a hint of coaxing, youthful and pure.
Jiang Hexue sniffed, and the bubble in her heart was suddenly burst.
But she would never let him find out that she was someone who could be easily coaxed. She raised her chin proudly and said, "If there is no bronze mirror, you wipe my tears."
Shen Qingchen responded good-temperedly, leaned over, twisted the embroidered handkerchief and wiped her tears.
He preferred moon-white, and the embroidered handkerchief in front of him was also moon-white, so clean that it was not stained by a speck of dust, with only a vigorous black bamboo embroidered in the corner.
Jiang Hexue deliberately turned her face away to avoid his movements.
After dodging for a few times, Shen Qingchen realized her intention and reached out helplessly to hold half of her cheek.
The force was very light, and the action of wiping her tears was more careful and meticulous. The smooth cloth gently rubbed across the corners of her wet eyes, wiping every spot clean.
"Don't cry." He folded the embroidered handkerchief and spoke softly.
"You still need to apply medicine to me."
Shen Qingchen said "hmm", opened the medicine jar, took some ointment and rubbed it on his fingertips, then leaned forward.
The moment his eyes met hers, he felt as if he had been burned by a fire poker. He suddenly looked away: "You..."
She had taken off her undergarment at some point and was lying on the brocade pillow, revealing a large area of frosty white skin on her back. Only the bright red belt of her undergarment was tied in a knot at the back.
A knot that looks extremely fragile and can be easily untied.
"How can I apply the ointment without taking off my clothes?" Jiang Hexue asked matter-of-factly. "If I just fold my shirt, what will I do if the ointment gets on me if I move?"
She did it on purpose, and Shen Qingchen had no reason to speak, so she just whispered uncomfortably: "Then tonight...are you going to rest like this?"
"If you dare to sleep in the side hall, don't come back." Jiang Hexue raised her body alertly and glanced at him. "Not consummating the marriage on your wedding night is already embarrassing enough for me. If you move out to sleep, how am I going to control you in the future?"
If the relationship between husband and wife is not harmonious, even the wife will be suppressed in the mansion.
Her mother, the wife of the Marquis of Zhenbei, is a living example.
The Marquis of Zhenbei favors his concubine over his wife. His concubine acts arrogantly in front of my mother, and the servants dare to turn their backs on her.
Her mother was sick and weak and unable to fight back. Later, when she grew up, she was able to help her mother get rid of those annoying servants.
Therefore, even if it is a marriage of convenience, even if she is ruthless to Shen Qingchen, she must hold his heart firmly in her hands.
Anyway, she also likes his appearance, so she doesn't suffer any loss at all.
Jiang Hexue had made up her mind long ago and was currently thinking deeply about it. She raised her shoulders a few inches but was suddenly pressed down by him.
"Lie down." Shen Qingchen's voice was slightly hoarse. "I'm not going."
She was only wearing a small piece of clothing, so why did she show her face to him?
But with just a quick glance, her slender, straight collarbone and her plump, undulating curves came into view. If she dared to show them, he wouldn't dare to look at her again.
Jiang Hexue snorted and hugged the brocade pillow with both hands: "Hurry up."
Shen Qingchen closed his eyes, dipped some more ointment, and leaned over.
Her skin was delicate, and the impact was quite severe. There was a small dark bruise on her lower back with purple edges, which looked extremely scary.
The moment the cold ointment touched her, Jiang Hexue was so excited that she moaned.
It was cold again, and when he pressed on the bruise it hurt. She twisted her body unbearably: "It hurts——"
Shen Qingchen pressed against her shoulder, preventing her from moving: “Bear with it.”
He moved his hands faster, pressing his fingertips against the bruises on her waist and rubbing them with the ointment.
Jiang Hexue was in so much pain that she burst into tears.
As soon as he withdrew his hand, she immediately turned sideways, preventing him from touching the bruises on her waist: "You are really cold."
"Other gentlemen would apply the medicine while calling you 'sweetheart' and 'darling' and kissing you, but you're so good!"
Shen Qingchen calmly pulled the quilt over her and avoided the topic: "Did you have a bad chat with Rongchang?"
"It's not smooth or smooth." Jiang Hexue echoed his words. "It's true that Zhuqiu is my younger brother, but... he doesn't want to acknowledge me."
"He told Rongchang that he didn't have a sister."
Jiang Hexue drooped his eyelashes and spoke in a muffled voice.
"I will go to the palace to offer tea tomorrow. After that, you can go to Rongchang Palace to ask for clarification in person."
"Yes, maybe it's a misunderstanding..." Jiang Hexue shook her head, her face brightening. "At least he's alive, so I'm lucky."
Seeing that her mood had improved, Shen Qingchen lay down beside her with her clothes on: "Go to sleep."
Jiang Hexue glanced at the brocade pillow that was at least three inches away from them and muttered, "What kind of couple sleeps so clearly apart?"
Shen Qingchen moved towards her almost imperceptibly.
Jiang Hexue immediately moved towards him, holding the brocade pillow, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her body against his.
Shen Qingchen's body froze instantly.
"It's almost midnight," he whispered. "You must go to the palace to serve tea by noon tomorrow at the latest."
"Then when do we start?" Jiang Hexue also pressed her legs on his waist and abdomen.
"The carriage goes to the palace, and then we change to a sedan chair to go to Kunning Palace. It takes about half an hour."
Jiang Hexue withdrew one hand and counted on his fingers.
The bride must be dressed up neatly for the tea ceremony, which will take at least an hour...
That is, at the latest, noon!
Jiang Hexue closed his eyes in despair: "It's so early. Go to sleep, go to sleep."
“…like this?”
"I need to hug a hidden sac when I sleep, but I don't have one right now, so I'll have to hug you." Jiang Hexue withdrew her arm and put it around his neck again, wrapping herself around him like an octopus. "Zhaohua, you're easier to hug than a hidden sac."
Not only does he have a perfect face, he also has a perfect body shape, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, making him very huggable.
"How can I sleep?" Shen Qingchen asked helplessly.
"If you want to hug me, then hug me. If you don't want to hug me..." Jiang Hexue glanced at his hand hanging by his side, and for a moment, raised her lower lip in revenge. "Just bear with it?"
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「1」Hidden sac: similar to the current pillow [lop-eared rabbit head]
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