Chapter 55 Chapter 55 Senior Sister, I’m afraid I don’t understand as much as…
Shen Qian kissed her without hesitation.
A slender hand untied the bed curtain, and the gauze fell, covering the beautiful spring scenery.
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"Chen Qian..."
"Be good and call me husband."
“…”
"Baby, call me husband."
"...Husband...Sir, please don't kiss there."
The man's movements didn't stop, but instead became heavier. He seemed to be genuinely wondering, "Why?"
“How strange…”
"What's strange about that?"
“…”
"Hmm? What's strange about that?"
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"Stop, stop!" Yao Ning pushed him, but his hands were too weak to exert any strength, and he pulled his hair with trembling hands.
Chen Qian came back to his senses from his confusion, and saw that the corners of the woman's eyes were red and wet, and her hands were shaking. She seemed to be very angry and slapped him lightly.
Shen Qian grabbed her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed and licked it.
Yao Ning finally broke free, her eyes shining with tears, a blush spreading down her slender, jade-like neck. She trembled and asked him, "What are you doing?"
Chen Qian was confused: "What?"
Yao Ning was about to cry: "Stop!"
Chen Qian looked at her dazed, his head spinning. He felt like an arrow on a string, unable to be released. He was suddenly grabbed by someone who was about to climb up the Yunxiao Mountain. His Adam's apple moved, and he took a deep breath. He barely suppressed his burning anxiety and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Why did you stop?"
"You hurt me!"
Chen Qian was about to laugh when he heard Yao Ning sound really angry, with a mixture of panic and grievance in his anger: "We, can't we just kiss and then hold each other to sleep?"
Shen Qian was stunned and blurted out: "Impossible!"
He was confused and didn't understand what went wrong. He thought he was too eager to hurt Yao Ning. He could only kiss her cheeks, eyes, and nose randomly while mumbling, "It's always like this the first time. Be good and bear with it."
"What do you mean by first time? We've obviously slept together many times." Yao Ning sobbed, "You weren't like this before."
Chen Qian paused and looked at Yao Ning from a distance for a while.
The woman's eyebrows and eyes were rippling like the shimmering light of a lake, and there were traces of tears in the corners of her eyes, and her annoyance did not seem fake.
Chen Qian was stunned, and an incredible guess came to his mind.
He kissed Yao Ning's sweaty forehead: "Baby, do you know what we are doing?"
Yao Ning looked back at him with clear eyes and hesitated, "No, aren't you going to sleep?"
Shen Qian's eyes suddenly darkened.
He forgot that Yao Ning left his parents at the age of six.
No one has ever taken care of her. Even her nominal master, Gu Wuchen, only taught her how to cultivate and never told her about matters between men and women.
The only close friend, the senior sister, probably doesn't know more than her.
Yao Ning was almost completely clueless when it came to matters of the sexes.
She thought that lovemaking was probably just kissing and sleeping in each other's arms.
At the beginning of their marriage, when they were still sleeping in the same bed, Chen Qian would not take the initiative to kiss Yao Ning, let alone hug her.
She would wait until he fell asleep, give him a secret kiss, then pull his arms away and curl her small body into his arms, as if he were holding her.
Chen Qian never really fell asleep each time, and was conscious enough to feel his wife's furtive movements.
Perhaps he felt that since they were husband and wife, even a hug was normal, so he let her go and pretended not to know.
But when I woke up the next morning, I always found a warm body tightly in my arms, with light breath falling on my shoulder and half of a red face rubbing against my neck.
Every time he looked at the big hands around her slender waist, he couldn't help but wonder, could it be that after he really fell asleep, Yao Ning could still make him unconsciously hug her tightly.
After some days passed, he moved to the study and no longer slept with her.
What was Yao Ning thinking at that time? And how did she view their relationship afterwards?
She thought they were married, and in her opinion they were already "real husband and wife", but her husband became cold and inexplicably cold, leaving her alone in her empty room.
Chen Qian felt a sudden pain in his heart, like being pricked by a needle.
After a while, he slowly bent down: "Aning, this is not sleep."
He kissed her lips: "This is called Yunyu Wushan."
Yao Ning's eyes were blank. He took her hand and intertwined their fingers.
Shen Qian kissed the corner of her mouth: "Don't be afraid, Aning."
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The man whispered in her ear in a low, sexy voice, which was completely different from the past, and asked her.
Yao Ning's face was completely mature, his hair was disheveled and his eyes were blurred.
The man's brows were knitted, with a layer of sweat on his face. He kissed her over and over again, tirelessly.
When he got no answer, he repeated it again, and then he was filled with pity for her and kissed her passionately and madly.
"Is this okay?" He pursued her relentlessly, as if he would not stop until he got the answer from her mouth, without any trace of his former restraint, courtesy, coldness and abstinence.
As he was completely captivated, Yao Ning felt that this male with a handsome face but a dangerous aura like a predator was not the same person as the Chen Qian he knew in the past.
She began to feel frightened and shook her head violently.
The man sighed and grabbed her hand gently and domineeringly.
Yao Ning had nowhere to escape and no way to avoid it, so he was forced to surrender.
In a frenzy, his voice was wet and hoarse as he asked question after question: "Do you still miss that Hehuan demon man?"
"Will you let other men touch you?"
"Do you know you are wrong?"
Being forced to the point of being unable to bear it, Yao Ning could only shake his head and nod randomly, begging him in a tearful voice: "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
Yao Ning was in a daze and didn't know where Chen Qian had determined her fault, so she faced a new round of punishment.
In the end, she was so weak that she had no strength left. She couldn't even slap him, so she had to surrender and beg for mercy. Her little hands climbed up his neck and rubbed it flatteringly, imitating his behavior: "I know I was wrong, Brother Shen."
The pulling movement stopped.
Yao Ning panted weakly, opened his eyelids, and met a pair of deep eyes that seemed to be about to storm.
She shuddered suddenly and subconsciously wanted to step back.
Shen Qian grabbed her shoulders and coaxed her: "Scream again."
Yao Ning was extremely tired, his mind became confused, and he subconsciously obeyed his orders.
“Brother Shen.”
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The sky was turning pale, a ray of morning light crept into the house, and footsteps could be heard from far away outside the door.
"Uncle Master! Master! Uncle Master!" The little girl's clear and lively voice came flying like an oriole, "Uncle Master, you're back!"
Yao Ning's throat was dry and sore, and he felt very weak. He saw that the tent top embroidered with double-petaled cherry blossoms was still shaking.
She blinked.
Her senses returned and she almost cried out.
A sweaty hand covered her mouth, and Shen Qian laughed softly: "Don't make a sound, Xianxian will hear it."
The tent roof began to shake again, but the amplitude became slower and longer.
Yao Ning opened his eyes wide and stared at him.
Chen Qian then kissed her eyelids, his breath hot, and whispered, "You don't know how seductive you are."
The footsteps were getting closer, accompanied by Xianxian's puzzled muttering to herself: "Huh, haven't you woken up yet? Master usually gets up quite early."
Yao Ning's eyes turned red with anxiety: "Stop."
There was sweat steaming on Chen Qian's face, and a slight blush on his snow-white skin.
He didn't say anything, his forehead against Yao Ning's, their eyes met, and the spine-chilling fear of the night came back again.
Yao Ning thought, maybe Chen Qian's soul had been replaced, and the man in front of her was not her husband of three years.
But Chen Qian was indeed Chen Qian. His every move and every bowed head were the same look she had seen thousands of times.
Looking at her like this, Chen Qian couldn't help but smile. That smile was like ice cracking and snow melting, and the dark clouds dispersed. Her handsome face made Yao Ning stare at her infatuated.
Shen Qian kissed her lips, hugged her tightly, and sighed: "Baby, I don't want to stop."
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Xianxian came to Yao Ning's door carrying a pot of pink and white flowers.
"Uncle Master, are you awake?" the girl asked softly.
There was no answer. The open door knocked against each other in the morning breeze. I pushed the door open and walked in leisurely, and was stunned.
There's no one inside.
The pillows and quilts on the bed were a little messy, and the tea on the stove had long since gone cold. I casually opened the lid of the purple clay teapot and found that the tea had not been moved at all.
She looked around and put the flowerpot by the window in disappointment.
The cherry blossoms bloomed brilliantly in the morning light. They were planted and cultivated with spiritual power and were taken care of by the master every day.
When the master came down the mountain, he solemnly handed it to her.
Knowing that the flowers were given to his uncle, he did not dare to slack off for a moment. He watered and fertilized the flowers on time every day, nourished the roots with spiritual power, and caught insects one by one.
The flowers were in full bloom now, and his uncle happened to be back, so Xianxian took the initiative to move into Yao Ning's room.
The little girl tilted her head to look at the flowers: "Master will definitely be happy to see this."
"If Master-Uncle is happy, he won't leave Master, and our family of three won't have to be separated."
Thinking about the groundless rumors within the sect, Xianxian became worried again: "But what's the point of just sending flowers?"
The little girl rolled her eyes around, looking around, and then openly expressed her disdain: "Master is so stupid when it comes to pleasing Master Uncle! It's been so long and there's been no progress!"
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Yao Ning bit his lips so hard that they almost drew blood.
Chen Qian gasped and kissed her, pushing her teeth apart with his tongue and swallowing her voice.
The bedpost shook slightly, but that was a new kind of torture. Yao Ning endured the increasing pleasure while being alert to the movements of the young disciple outside the door.
No one knew how long this chaos lasted, until she could no longer hear any sound. All she could see were flashes of white light, and her flesh and blood seemed to have turned to mud.
Chen Qiancai seemed satisfied and lay on her shoulder without moving.
"Do you like it?"
For the first time in his life, Yao Ning felt that life was meaningless and replied woodenly, "I like it."
"You're not sincere." Shen Qian rubbed her neck.
Yao Ning trembled and subconsciously held his shoulders, trying to push the man away.
Chen Qianxiao's shoulders shook, and the low laughter reached Yao Ning's ears, deep and plucked at his heartstrings.
He was being made fun of, but Yao Ning didn't feel angry at all when he heard his laughter.
She reached down with her hands, wanting to hold him.
The palm of my hand brushed against a rugged protrusion, cold, hard, and standing sharply.
Like the scales of some reptile.
Yao Ning paused, a strange feeling rising in his heart: "What is this?"
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