Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Jiang Hexue, Shen Qingchen loves you...
The night-shining pearl on the top of the curtain swayed, casting a blurry shadow.
The girl's back trembled as she bent backward, and the arch of her foot was as tight as a crescent moon. The movement just now had caused the smooth brocade quilt to become wrinkled and messy.
Amidst the heavy and disordered breathing, the shoulders were gently embraced.
"Qingqing," Shen Qingchen called her, his voice hoarse and completely different from his usual cold and aloof self. "Does it hurt?"
The fragments of the Night Pearl finally pieced together, and blood began to flow back to the brain. Jiang Hexue reluctantly held his fingers again, unable to make a sound, nodding and shaking her head.
His cool fingertips, covered with thin calluses, gently stroked her shoulders.
Shen Qingchen didn't dare to act rashly. He took her hand and kissed it, starting from the fingertips, along the fingers to the back of the hand, then turned it over and kissed her palm, and then kissed her wrist bone.
Being treated so gently by him, Jiang Hexue finally felt better and wanted to hug him.
But the slightest movement caused her to let out an uncontrollable timid whimper. She had no choice but to slowly cling to his neck, her voice so trembling that she was embarrassed to hear it herself: "Husband..."
Shen Qingchen kissed away the tears from her eyes, her voice trembling slightly, and asked again: "Does it hurt?"
The crimson at the corners of his eyes seemed even darker than hers. A thin layer of sweat covered his handsome face, dripping slowly and unbearably.
"You can't be reckless..." Jiang Hexue said softly.
Shen Qingchen took a moment to react before he understood what she meant, and replied with a hoarse voice, "Okay."
The brocade curtains sway, and the quilt is filled with spring breeze.
The crescent moon sets in the west, and a pair of mandarin ducks, outlined by golden threads on the tent, create ripples on the water as they play.
A wet, sticky, warm fragrance rises.
Jiang Hexue stared at her usually flat belly with a dazed look, her red lips opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out.
Shen Qingchen leaned over to kiss her, holding her feet with both hands and rubbing the soles of her feet.
The golden bells on his ankles made crisp and clear sounds as he moved, adding to his beauty.
They had already turned upside down. Jiang Hexue's view was blocked by the brocade curtain, and he couldn't see the clepsydra. He asked him, "What time is it?" "Are you tired?"
Jiang Hexue wanted to say "I'm not tired", but that was too much of a stretch, so she could only grumble quietly, "A little bit."
"It's almost there." Shen Qingchen brushed away the wet and sticky hair on her temples and tucked it behind her ears.
"How long will it take?" Jiang Hexue asked softly again.
Shen Qingchen couldn't give a definite answer. Being looked at by her watery eyes, her fingers curled slightly.
"Say a few sweet words and it will go faster." His voice was hoarse, knowing that she would not speak loudly, so he leaned down and put his ear to her lips.
Just call him "Qingqing", "Baby", "Husband". Her voice is so sweet when she is acting coquettishly, and no matter how she calls him, it sounds so beautiful that it makes people's heart numb.
Or tell him that she likes him, that she loves him. In fact, she has already said it many times to coax her, but he can never get enough of such sweet words.
But as he was thinking this, she bit his earlobe gently.
Jiang Hexue said something so blunt and absurd in his ear.
Shen Qingchen was stunned, and as she said, his eyes moved down and stopped at the slightly bulging outline of her belly.
When he met her gaze again, his face was as red as a cooked shrimp. Those bold words echoed in his ears again.
Jiang Hexue was very proud of himself as he had the upper hand in talking again.
"You really should buy a bond for your mouth. You say such nonsense." Shen Qingchen kissed her lips that were talking nonsense, and her voice was hoarse.
"That's nothing." Jiang Hexue was trying to get back at the bargaining chip. "Do you know what else to say?"
She slowly opened her lips and uttered three light words.
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It’s coming soon. It’s not coming soon either.
Shen Qingchen, who was usually gentle and restrained and obeyed her in everything, could no longer be found. No matter what she did, there was no end to it.
After years of suppressing her emotions and desires, Bi Tao became increasingly fragile as she drifted with the tide, but Qing Lian was the only one she could rely on.
Jiang Hexue began to regret having such a momentary verbal pleasure with Chen Qingchen, and started to act like a spoiled child again, or sob to gain his sympathy.
But it was too late.
Shen Qingchen would only wait a little reluctantly, wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and kiss the tip of her ear soothingly.
Or he would release her lips that were bitten white and put his fingers between her teeth again.
But no matter what, she will not be spared.
The sound of the night clock struck, and Jiang Hexue's tears dried up. She couldn't even tickle him anymore.
Shen Qingchen could still grab the teacup from the table and feed her water.
The warm yellow light was blurry. Jiang Hexue tried her best to focus her sight and looked up at him.
She probably understood why Shen Qingchen always looked at her.
He is also very charming now, and his appearance is very different from usual.
The eyebrows and eyes were still as clear and cold as frost and snow, but the seductive red at the corners of her peach blossom eyes was gradually deepening, her amber pupils were soaked with strong passion and desire, her lips were a rich crimson, and the corners of her lips showed the scars from the initial quarrel, revealing a passionate sexiness under the dim light.
The staring was both embarrassing and fascinating.
Shen Qingchen was also looking at her intently, not knowing whether he felt the same way as her. He separated her fingers and interlocked theirs.
He hadn't used his hands today, so he didn't take off the cool white jade ring on his ring finger. Jiang Hexue felt it and remembered the New Year gift.
"Zhaohua," she asked him softly, "Was the New Year gift you gave me really just... ordinary jewelry?"
Shen Qingchen moved a little slower.
After a moment, he lowered his head, held her earlobe in his mouth, and asked vaguely while kissing her, "Why do you ask this so suddenly?"
Jiang Hexue already knew the answer.
"Is this the wedding ring for me?" She just wanted to confirm with him.
Shen Qingchen kissed her empty ring finger for a while, then hummed softly.
Jiang Hexue said with difficulty: "But you at that time..." I never mentioned it to me.
He even calmly told her, if you don't like it, just throw it away... It was as if he was using the ring to describe how much he meant to her.
How uncomfortable and painful he felt at that time.
Jiang Hexue didn't know. She just thought that if she were in his shoes, she would definitely leave in anger and never have anything to do with the unfaithful person again.
But her unspoken question was interrupted by his action, and her tone suddenly rose.
"Concentrate." Shen Qingchen didn't want her to think too much, so he tapped her waist lightly with his fingers, letting her lean more against the brocade pillow.
He took her hand again, placed it on her belly, and guided her to caress it little by little.
Jiang Hexue was so excited that her toes curled up. She no longer cared about anything else and just stared blankly with her eyes lowered.
Her voice was a mess of broken tones, and her scalp was tingling.
The unprecedented new feeling made her tremble. She wanted to pull her hand away, but he held her down. She wanted to speak, but her lips parted slightly, and she had no idea what to say.
While she was thinking chaotically, Shen Qingchen had already skillfully pushed the tip of his tongue between her teeth and entangled with her again.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingchen had fed her all the water in the pot, and Jiang Hexue could no longer cry.
She climbed onto his shoulders and begged for mercy pitifully with her eyes that could speak.
The silent cold pond finally boils amid the surging waves.
Jiang Hexue curled up due to the heat, his arms hanging down weakly, and was tightly hugged by Shen Qingchen, who hugged and kissed him again.
It was like a peach tree that had accidentally fallen into the water and drifted with the current for too long. The flower stems were broken by the wind and waves, and the delicate petals were scattered and wilted.
"What time is it?" she asked weakly, unable to make out the clepsydra.
Shen Qingchen twisted the brocade curtains of the window for her.
"It's the second time we've stayed up all night." She glanced at the slightly white sky, glared at him unhappily but without any murderous intent, her voice hoarse.
Shen Qingchen smiled silently, tested the water temperature for her, immersed her in the bathtub, and went to the outside room to get tea for her.
Jiang Hexue drank half a pot of wine from his hand, and finally felt better again. She complained to him, "I also made an appointment with Xiao Rongchang to watch the parade of the top scholar today."
“Shen Zhengcai has just left the palace and can catch up.” Shen Qingchen estimated the time she would sleep today and said.
Jiang Hexue snuggled in his arms like a boneless person, her yukata made of shark silk floating in the air, touching the edge of his yukata sleeves.
This was the first time they bathed together in the same bath.
Shen Qingchen kneaded her sore lower back, rubbed her earlobe with the tip of her nose, and asked her if it still hurt.
Jiang Hexue shook her head and asked him again. She saw that the sensitivity had mostly subsided, but she was still worried about the possibility of another attack.
Shen Qingchen also shook his head: "No problem."
"How's things going, little He He?" Jiang Hexue asked. "Your allergies are so severe, even if you don't touch it, the flying dog hair is unbearable."
"Raise it as usual." Shen Qingchen said, meeting her puzzled gaze, and explained uncomfortably. "It has already called me 'Daddy'."
Jiang Hexue was amused by his adorable serious look and softened her heart. She cupped his face and leaned close to him and asked, "So you really don't want to have someone at home who will actually call you 'Daddy'?"
Shen Qingchen answered her with the side.
"Again..." Jiang Hexue let go of her hand. "You're jealous."
"If someone ever tells me how celibate you are, I will secretly sneer at them." She quietly opened her clothes and glanced at the marks of varying depths all over her body.
Shen Qingchen hugged her again, leaned against her to calm her down, and said to her: "Even if you want to, it's too early now. You are in pain too, it's too dangerous, we can't do it."
"But I don't want you to take the medicine anymore." Jiang Hexue didn't dare to hug him and rub against him, and muttered.
Shen Qingchen touched her hair and kissed her gently: "I can't ask you to drink. It's okay."
After hugging and chatting for a while, Jiang Hexue let him wash her hair and dry it. She yawned in his arms and said, "I'm hungry."
Shen Qingchen went outside to get the cakes and hot milk that had been ordered long ago, broke them into pieces and fed them to her.
"It seems like as long as you are here, my hand only needs to hold yours." Jiang Hexue can take care of herself, but she is just lazy and wants to stick to him.
“Is this still necessary?” After she had eaten and drunk her fill, Shen Qingchen used the lotus seed paste cake that she didn’t like, and put down the bowl and said.
He opened his arms to her, and Jiang Hexue immediately came in and hugged him tightly.
Listening to each other's heartbeats, they hugged each other quietly for a long time. Jiang Hexue still couldn't help but complain to him: "I'm so tired."
"Thank you for your hard work," Shen Qingchen lowered his head, gently kissed her hair, and rubbed her belly with his hand. "Good baby."
The rising sunlight was white, passing through the gap in the brocade curtain and falling on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. The young man's voice was cold, but his affection was tender and affectionate.
"I want to see the wedding ring." Jiang Hexue looked at him.
Shen Qingchen stood up, skillfully opened her dressing box, took it out for her, and handed it to her.
But Jiang Hexue placed her left hand on his palm, her tone as soft as falling white flowers: "Husband, I want to hear it too."
After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen raised her hand and gently put the wedding ring on her ring finger, fitting it tightly.
In the dim morning light, his tone was pious.
“Jiang Hexue, Shen Qingchen loves you.”
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