Chapter 1579 Shared Wife 53
Song Jinhuan placed her hands on the table, and the creases in the tablecloth deepened as the blush on her cheeks deepened.
She turned her head slightly, her eyebrows furrowed, and occasionally caught a glimpse of the soft fabric undulating in her peripheral vision, but she only lowered her eyelids.
The teeth marks on the lower lip are slightly visible.
The sudden coolness of the jade made Song Jinhuan shiver.
Jiang Yuanqing paused slightly, moved his large hand away from his knee, and accurately grasped Song Jinhuan's hand.
He gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Song Jinhuan swallowed hard and stammered, "My hair... my hair ornament hit something, it's so... so cold."
The large hand supporting the lower back applied a slight pressure.
Song Jinhuan could feel the warm and damp atmosphere intertwined.
Fortunately, the other party noticed her discomfort and chose to treat her with consideration.
When Song Jinhuan faced Jiang Yuanqing again, the lipstick on the man's thin lips had melted, leaving only a light layer of water.
He sipped it into his mouth.
No longer conspicuous.
Song Jinhuan's face grew increasingly hot.
Jiang Yuanqing's gaze was now intense, no longer clear, and a few strands of hair hung from her temples, giving her a disheveled beauty that seemed to invite others' amusement.
I rubbed my fingertips against the cream, continuing what I hadn't finished.
Before she knew it, Song Jinhuan's hand was taken by him and placed on his shoulder, and she leaned most of her body against him.
Light streamed through the window frame, casting dappled shadows across the floor.
In the study, their breaths mingled.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
“Brother, open the door, I’ve come to see my wife.”
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
"My lady, are you there?"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The urgent knocking startled the two people inside.
Song Jinhuan pushed the other person's hand away and jumped off the table in a panic. Her weak legs couldn't support her weight, but luckily an arm came across to her.
She then hurriedly adjusted her skirt and fanned away the heat from her cheeks.
Jiang Yuanqing, standing to the side, appeared much calmer.
With a smile, she took out a handkerchief from her bosom, slowly and deliberately wiped her fingers, and then tidied her hair and clothes. Her movements were fluid and graceful, extremely pleasing to the eye.
Song Jinhuan coughed lightly, covered her mouth, pointed towards the door, and backed away from the desk.
Jiang Yuanqing raised an eyebrow slightly, and just as she was about to retreat to the desk, he stepped to the door.
With a creak, the door opened a crack, and the person outside eagerly pushed it open, squeezing past Jiang Yuanqing and quickly walking inside.
"My wife, I'm so glad to see you."
"What were you doing just now? Why didn't you respond?" Jiang Yuanxiu was inexperienced in such matters, and the atmosphere in the room gave him a clue.
So, he asked the question he already knew the answer to.
His gentle gaze swept over the woman grinding ink, then he turned and glared fiercely at his reckless brother.
Jiang Yuanqing smiled frankly, avoiding the other party's question, and replied, "Madam just mentioned you. If you don't come back soon, I will send someone to look for you."
Jiang Yuanxiu's eyes lit up, and he walked over to Song Jinhuan's side in three steps, taking the ink stick from her hand and muttering under his breath, "My brother is really something, how could he let you grind the ink!"
After he finished speaking, a big smile spread across his face. "I never expected that my wife and I would be so in sync. I was thinking of you just now too."
Faced with his cheerful enthusiasm, Song Jinhuan felt rather guilty and gave a couple of evasive "hmm"s.
Jiang Yuanxiu wasn't blind; he secretly thought that his wife's agreement with his brother must mean that his brother had played some trick.
Just then, Jiang Yuanqing walked over.
Jiang Yuanxiu, with his sharp eyes, noticed a small wet patch on his cuff. He sneered inwardly, but feigned surprise and asked, "Brother, what happened to your cuff?"
Song Jinhuan subconsciously looked over, just as Jiang Yuanqing raised his hand, and the mark was immediately visible.
Her heart jumped into her throat.
Jiang Yuanqing glanced at her subtly and said calmly, "I just accidentally spilled some tea on myself."
Just as Song Jinhuan's heart was about to settle back down, her gaze met Jiang Yuanxiu's.
"What kind of tea? Do you have any more?"
"Let me try some too."
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