Chapter 87 Chapter 87 The last birthday gift is her
A soft, yet hot voice fell into my ears.
It was like a spark falling on a grassy field, instantly setting the whole field ablaze and burning away all sanity.
It seemed that they had not been close for a long time.
Since arriving in Liangzhou, they first provided disaster relief and then mobilized troops. Most of the time, they were busy with their own things and didn't see each other for several days.
Only occasionally, when work was not urgent, would he hold her in his arms and sleep at night. But when the war with Liang broke out, he would not take off his black armor to sleep at night, and he never slept with her in the same bed again.
It has been a long, long time indeed.
With Jiang Hexue's indulgence, Shen Qingchen grabbed her neck and kissed her hard.
Their lips are touching, entangled with each other.
When she gasped slightly and her teeth opened slightly, he pushed further into her teeth and demanded more.
The hand that was loosely around her waist just now finally landed firmly. Without the obstruction of clothing, Jiang Hexue couldn't help but tremble the moment the palm covered with thin calluses touched the smooth skin of her waist.
"You've lost weight." Shen Qingchen stepped back slightly, his fingertips touching the soft flesh on her waist that had almost disappeared, and said softly.
He managed to feed out a little bit with great difficulty.
"It's all your fault!" Jiang Hexue reacted and glared at him in embarrassment. "Do you know how much I've been controlling my diet these past few days just to look good in this dance costume?"
The green grapes in Liangzhou have begun to ripen one after another. She suppressed her craving and did not even drink a sip of grape water. She also strictly controlled her favorite snacks and rarely touched chili oil.
She panted and complained incessantly.
Shen Qingchen couldn't help but raise the corner of his lips when he heard it.
"Woodenhead," Jiang Hexue complained for a long time. Seeing the culprit still smiling, she glared at him angrily. "Shouldn't you say something nice right now?"
"What?" Shen Qingchen asked.
Jiang Hexue was choked by his words, and then said: "For example, Qingqing looks good in whatever she wears, and you like it..."
"Qingqing looks good in whatever she wears, I like it." Shen Qingchen followed her wishes and answered in a serious manner.
These words indeed had some slick and flattering connotations, but his demeanor was exceptionally upright, his eyelashes drooped, and his peach blossom eyes held a serious yet gentle smile, which made Jiang Hexue's cheeks flush for a moment.
She looked away in shame, but hid in his arms.
"Are you done yet?" Shen Qingchen hugged her, wanting to press his chin against her hair, but was hampered by the complicated Feixian bun and could not do so. He only asked in a low voice. "Continue?"
"Go to the inner room." Jiang Hexue muttered in his arms.
Shen Qingchen responded softly, placing one hand under her thigh and moving the other hand clasped at the back of her neck down to lift her up from the table.
After moving only two inches downward, his hand froze.
"Your clothes..." Shen Qingchen's eyelashes trembled.
The fingertips on her back were still unobstructed by the clothes, pressing against her slightly concave spine. He raised his eyelashes and met her eyes with a sly smile.
"Husband, why didn't you take a closer look just now?" Jiang Hexue climbed her legs up his waist and laughed softly. "It's a waste of Qiong Qiong's kindness."
Shen Qingchen had indeed not looked closely at her clothes just now.
Her dance moves were graceful and agile, but he always stared at her steps when she spun, fearing that she would fall due to unfamiliarity or carelessness.
Therefore, he ignored her clothes that were facing away from him when she spun around.
Jiang Hexue couldn't help laughing as he listened to his slow explanation.
"I led the dance at the Liangzhou Autumn Festival when I was young, so I won't fall." She clung to him and smiled. "My husband didn't look closely just now. It's such a pity."
Shen Qingchen hugged her and pursed her lips slightly.
"But today is my husband's birthday. How can I let him have any regrets?" Jiang Hexue sighed faintly and whispered in his ear, "Qiong Qiong, dance for me again."
"Husband, you must see clearly this time."
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It’s the same dance, but definitely different from last time.
The lights in the outer room were bright, but in the inner room where Jiang Hexue had rested before, there were only two lanterns placed in the corner. The warm yellow light was dim, dimly illuminating half of the room.
The dance music at the beginning also turned into the tune she hummed.
The girl began to dance again in front of him.
The top of her dance costume was sleeveless and collarless, and as she bent her waist, the graceful lines of her shoulders and neck were fully displayed.
Her skin was as white as porcelain, gleaming with pearly luster in the light.
Shen Qingchen stared at her without blinking, his Adam's apple moving slightly.
Jiang Hexue looked at him without retreating, taking in his restrained movements, and suddenly curled her lips.
She turned her back to him and completed the final dance.
The moment he saw it clearly, Shen Qingchen's breath was choked.
The material on her back wasn't just too little, it was almost non-existent, with only a few gold-sprinkled laces interlaced and tied into a knot similar to the shape of the embroidered handkerchief she was wrapping.
As she finished her dance, her shoulders shrugged slightly, her delicate and slender butterfly bones became more prominent, and her spine curved softly. The waistline of her dance skirt was neither too high nor too low, half covering her two beautiful dimples.
Her slender white arms were slightly bent, her white hands were lightly raised, and the wedding ring on her ring finger reflected tiny, dancing spots of light.
She bent down and raised her neck, looking at him with a smile. Her earrings fell on her temples, swaying gently, causing large ripples in her heart.
Shen Qingchen's back was as stiff as a piece of wood. He could move freely, but he couldn't move at all. He just stared at her blankly.
"Husband." Jiang Hexue remained motionless, calling him with a smile. "Pull me up."
Shen Qingchen then stood up and tried to hold her hand, but before he could touch her, she dodged him.
"Don't hold my hand, I can't get up." Jiang Hexue said clearly. "Hold my waist."
His fingertips touched her waist, the temperature was scorching.
As soon as they touched, Jiang Hexue fell into his arms like a boneless person. He had to use force to hold her tightly.
"Qiong Qiong, you..." Shen Qingchen closed his eyes and spoke with difficulty. "It was intentional."
He still couldn't utter those two words.
But he couldn't say it out loud. Jiang Hexue, however, didn't care and laughed sweetly when she heard it: "Yes."
When she smiled, the corners of her eyes became more and more slanted, like a cat scratching at the heartstrings: "I'm seducing Zhaohua."
Shen Qingchen’s strength in his hands suddenly tightened, his eyes burning.
"Husband," Jiang Hexue guided his hand to the knot on her back, chuckling softly. "This is the last birthday gift. Do you want to open it?"
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This gift was too delicate, and Shen Qingchen opened it carefully.
Holding her shoulders with his hands, he leaned over and kissed her beautiful butterfly bones, then moved down along her spine and finally landed on her two small dimples on her waist.
His breathing was disordered, his whole body was hot, his lips lingered repeatedly, and he leaned over to kiss her shoulder, saying hoarsely: "Qingqing."
Jiang Hexue held onto the edge of the couch with her fingers intertwined with his. Her demeanor was clearly no better than his, but she still had the energy to tease him: "Isn't it beautiful?"
Shen Qingchen didn't respond and began to kiss her again. The light and fragmented kisses moved along her spine to the waist again. He began to be dissatisfied with this and kissed the skin on her side along her waistline.
Jiang Hexue was left powerless by his kiss, and her waist wanted to bend down, but his palm pressed on her lower abdomen, restraining her.
This feeling was too strange. She couldn't see Shen Qingchen, so she could only lower her eyes and look at his palm covering most of her waist.
The white jade wedding ring was stuck in her navel. He pressed against her shoulders from behind, kissing her in a delicate and lingering manner.
Fragmented sobs escaped from her throat. Jiang Hexue clenched his hand and begged for mercy, "Qingqing, I can't stand this anymore."
But Shen Qingchen did not let her go, she just paused for a moment, straightened up, and narrowed her eyes.
The girl's skin, as soft as snow, was tinged with a light pink, and he inevitably lost control and left traces, like rose petals painted by a painter on white glaze, bright red and eye-catching.
When the pinkness fades, it will be more pleasing to the eye.
"Beautiful." Shen Qingchen finally answered her previous question, her voice hoarse. "So beautiful."
This novel feeling is good everywhere, except——
He couldn't see her face or her reaction.
After a moment of silence, Shen Qingchen exerted force on his hands, picked her up from behind, and walked towards the clean room.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Hexue was shocked.
Her body felt weightless, and she subconsciously wanted to hug him back, but this posture was too strange. She couldn't hug his neck as usual, so she had to hold his arm tightly and hook her legs around his waist.
Shen Qingchen noticed her discomfort, lifted her into his arms, and with faster steps, put her down in front of the mirror.
Holding her wrists with one hand, he finally saw her flushed cheeks through the round mirror on the inner wall.
Her eyelashes fluttered, her eyes were hazy. The pearl flower on her temples was about to fall, so he reached out to remove it and then loosened her bun.
This time the flying fairy bun was not easy to take off, so I had to let go of her hand and let her teach me how to take it off.
The waterfall-like black hair finally fell, covering most of her shoulders. Shen Qingchen reached out to lift it away, then leaned over to kiss her.
Jiang Hexue couldn't bear it anymore and lowered her head. He then gently grasped her chin and turned sideways to kiss her.
The other hand was still holding her wrist, forcing her to lie limply in his arms.
"No..." Jiang Hexue said weakly. "I can't stand."
Shen Qingchen hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of her hand, asking her to support herself on the wall with both hands to maintain her balance.
"Is that it?" Jiang Hexue asked with difficulty. "Right here?"
"Uncomfortable?" Shen Qingchen's fingertips brushed her shoulders.
Jiang Hexue looked up again and looked at him through the bronze mirror.
He was leaning over and kissing her shoulder. His cold, pale face was now flushed, and his usually cold, peach-shaped eyes were now a little confused and dazed. His thin lips were cold and moist, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"How novel." She finally whispered.
Shen Qingchen chuckled softly. He also liked this gesture.
The bronze mirror allowed them to look into each other's eyes, but it also prevented her from seeing his body clearly.
Not being able to see the numerous new scars on his body would not make her feel distressed.
His hands kept moving, his fingertips rubbing the edge of her skirt, and he leaned over to her ear and asked her where her things were.
Jiang Hexue was stunned.
It wasn't until his fingertips touched the center of his thigh that she came back to her senses and whispered in his ear, "No. Just come directly."
This was the private room where she rested alone when she was young. How could it be here if she hadn't prepared it deliberately?
Shen Qingchen was stunned by her indifferent words. After a moment, she refused in a dumb voice: "No."
"I haven't used contraceptive soup in a long time," he explained, his voice hoarse as if it had been repeatedly rubbed with sandpaper. "If I act impulsively without any preparation, if I get pregnant..."
Jiang Hexue listened while calming her disordered breathing, until she felt his hand withdrawn from under her skirt, then she came to her senses and held his hand tightly.
"Don't give up halfway." She separated his fingers and held theirs together, emphasizing.
Shen Qingchen closed his eyes with difficulty and explained: "There are risks along the way."
"It's okay," Jiang Hexue squeezed his hand, barely straightened up, and tilted her head to nip the tip of his ear. "Very little."
"Besides—" She feigned ignorance, but in reality, she was clearly challenging him. "Husband, are you really that powerful?"
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