Chapter 1583 Shared Wife 57
"Could it be a fever?"
Her small hand was enveloped by Jiang Yuanqing's large palm.
As she spoke, she reached out to touch his face.
Even though their palms were only slightly apart, the other person's fingertips would entwine and follow, continuing to hold on.
"you…"
Before she could even utter the word "let go," Jiang Yuanqing guided her hand to his cheek.
The scorching temperature seemed to sting Song Jinhuan, causing her to shiver slightly involuntarily.
This body temperature is really not normal.
"I'll go get the doctor!"
Jiang Yuanqing sensed the other party's intention to withdraw again, and secretly exerted more force, saying in a hoarse voice, "Even if the doctor comes, he can't help."
"It's alright, I'll just bear with it."
Song Jinhuan sensed the restraint in his words and subconsciously swallowed.
At the same time, they also understood what it meant to have come here.
He sighed inwardly at how slow his reaction was.
She silently pulled her foot back under the covers, lay down quietly, and covered herself with the covers with one hand.
The two hands clasped together have a very strong presence.
An awkward silence filled the air.
Jiang Yuanqing, dressed in dark colors, turned his head to face her.
Song Jinhuan clearly noticed the other person's gaze, and with a determined heart, whispered, "Actually, there's no need to hold back."
"Um?"
Jiang Yuanqing leaned closer, "What...did you just say?"
Song Jinhuan didn't say anything, but answered with her actions.
A hand slipped under the hem of the other person's inner garment, the cool fingertips touching the burning skin.
No further explanation is needed; it's clear what she's planning to do.
Jiang Yuanqing's throat tightened, and he quickly grabbed her unruly wrist, saying with restraint and bewilderment, "Madam, the agitation came suddenly, and I can't tell where it comes from."
Song Jinhuan asked, puzzled, "...Is it that important?"
If both parties are willing to accept him as her husband and share the same feelings about this matter, what difference does it make?
Jiang Yuanqing solemnly nodded, "I hope that everything between me and my wife is pure."
It belongs solely to him.
Instead of including Jiang Yuanxiu's share.
Song Jinhuan understood!
She squeezed his large hand back and promised, "Don't worry, when I'm with you, you'll be the only one in my heart."
Desire to destroy the world: Jiang Yuanqing 30.
It was the dead of night, and the moonlight was cold and clear.
Jiang Yuanxiu hid in the big tree in the courtyard, sitting cross-legged on a branch, leaning against the trunk.
Three days turned into seven. How could I endure the days without seeing my wife?
It would be better to stay hidden in the shadows; that way, I can not only protect my wife but also keep track of the progress between her and my brother.
As time passed, the crescent moon sank below the branches.
Jiang Yuanxiu stared at the dwelling below, where the candlelight had already been blown out, and waited for a long time, but the restlessness that did not belong to him rose in his heart did not come.
Brother... is it not possible?
There was no movement for a long time.
He didn't believe that the other person's ability to empathize was so strong that he couldn't feel it at all!
Honestly, Jiang Yuanxiu didn't think much of it at first.
But the words "on the bed" flashed into his mind, along with images of a night of passion and his repeated calls of "sister-in-law."
He jumped down from the tree and hurriedly left the yard.
During these days when I can't see my wife, I might as well finish up all the official business that's piled up.
The next day, Song Jinhuan woke up in Jiang Yuanqing's arms, and his body temperature had returned to normal.
Even through the thin layer of inner clothing, you can feel the other person's great figure.
Song Jinhuan was very satisfied with this.
After breakfast, the leaders of each region were already waiting in the council chamber.
Song Jinhuan and Jiang Yuanqing walked hand in hand, comparing the accounts one by one. After spending the whole morning, they were finally able to match them up.
After lunch, the leaders all left.
Jiang Yuanqing led Song Jinhuan into the artificial hill, his ears turning red as he hinted, "My wife, my belt is easy to untie today."
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