Chapter 66 Chapter 66 "There is endless snow on earth, may you be as fresh as new..."
"Endless snow on earth."
"May you be like the new moon."
"Years go by."
"Happy birthday."
"Whiteheaded..."
The curtains were drawn low, the candlelight was dim, and the residual heat from the charcoal fire made the inner room warm.
Sheng Puzhu lay in Xie Zhiyan's arms, her ears buzzing, his voice seemed to come from far away.
He was smiling, speaking softly and slowly, clearly saying happy birthday words, but she couldn't hear them clearly. She only felt that the sound was up and down, sometimes far away and sometimes near, following the rhythm of his palm caressing her slender waist.
The sky seemed to be still dark, or perhaps it was getting dark again.
He has been here for too long.
It was so long that she could no longer tell the difference between day and night.
As far as the eye can see, there is only the dim candlelight, like ink that has been soaked in water and gradually spreads, randomly staining the window sill.
Her black hair was disheveled, her snow-white back was half exposed, and the blush on her waist was still lingering.
Sheng Puzhu felt that every inch of her body was numb and her mind was scattered. The thin lips pressed against her earlobe, and the breath was so hot that it made her shiver. She wanted to escape, but it was extremely difficult to even move her fingertips.
"Pearl, are you tired?"
Xie Zhiyan called out softly, his voice full of tenderness and a hoarseness that seemed never to be satisfied, and the half-drawn ending tone concealed greed.
"Yeah, I'm tired." Sheng Puzhu responded vaguely, his consciousness still not returning.
The night was chaotic, she seemed to be floating in the clouds, up and down, and in a trance he seemed to hold her tighter.
"How can you sleep?" Xie Zhiyan chuckled, emphasizing each word. His fingertips pinched the small red mole under her earlobe, pressing gently. "The night is long, Madam, you can't be so lazy."
How can it be called slackness?
He was so low and so close that every detail of her face was visible.
Sheng Puzhu didn't dare to blink, staring into his dark eyes, which were filled with blatant desire, like an inverted lake, ready to crash down and soak her at any moment.
I've clearly had a great time, isn't that enough?
"If you don't go to sleep now, I won't be able to get up." Sheng Puzhu couldn't stand that kind of look and retorted in a soft voice.
She was sweating a lot, and the drowsiness from the alcohol was almost gone. While her thoughts were hazy, her consciousness was slowly becoming clearer.
"It's your birthday, my dear. It doesn't matter if you can't get up." Xie Zhiyan coaxed her, deliberately lowering his voice.
Sheng Puzhu scratched the soft quilt with trembling fingertips. A sound escaped her throat, the sleepy nasal sound still lingering. "No, we can't break the rules. The elders will laugh at us."
Xie Zhiyan didn't say anything, but the strength in his hands suddenly became stronger.
In a blur, she seemed to be held in his arms.
Even so, he did not separate, and they were closer than ever before.
The window was pushed open from the inside to the outside, and the cool wind mixed with thick, wet dew brushed across his cheeks. Sheng Puzhu's sleepiness, which was on the verge of collapse, seemed to be crushed in his broad arms.
"The sound will get out."
Her red lips were slightly parted, and her sparkling black eyes were filled with shame and anger. She shrank back, her body instinctively tensed because of uneasiness.
Xie Zhiyan groaned, and his fingertips touched her lips, tapping them: "Madam, you bit too hard."
Sheng Puzhu clearly didn't "bite" him, and he was just making up stories, so he looked up and glared at him innocently.
"What I'm saying is..."
The two looked at each other, and Xie Zhiyan seemed to want to hold her up. He lowered his head and touched her thick black eyelashes with the tip of his nose, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to melt the distinct four seasons of Chang'an into the hot whisper.
"Here."
His palm, covered with thin calluses, suddenly patted the soft spot.
It wasn't heavy, but Sheng Puzhu almost cried out.
Tears flowed out like pearls, not like crying, but more like unexpressible joy, and both the top and the bottom were completely wet.
The man had been celibate for a long time and hadn't had a full stomach for a long time. He certainly didn't intend to let her go just like that. After suppressing his hunger for a long time, he would definitely overeat and get it back a thousandfold.
No longer just a taste, but a complete swallow.
Sweat was like rain on his cold white forehead, and the wind was shaking the slender branches, making them slippery with dew.
"I'm going to die." Sheng Puzhu bit her lip, her fingertips dug deep into his arm, and she barely made a sound.
"Shh." Xie Zhiyan chuckled and leaned forward, almost pushing her against the window frame.
His eyes were serious, but his strength remained undiminished: "May the new year bring you more years, and may my wife be healthy and peaceful."
"Don't say anything unlucky."
It was as if he was punishing her for her nonsense. He was not soft-hearted at all and even felt relieved because he didn't have to restrain himself.
Xie Zhiyan looked down at her from above. It was a windless and snowless winter night, the moonlight was bright and the shadows were as still as a mirror.
Sheng Puzhu's body stiffened, and he suddenly lowered his head and bit his shoulder.
The sweet and fishy taste of rust spread between her lips and teeth. She was afraid of making a sound and had lost control of herself. She seemed to want to vent all that she could not bear in this fierce battle.
Xie Zhiyan's breathing didn't even become disordered, instead he crashed into the depths of her soul even more forcefully.
"boom."
Sheng Puzhu was in a white light and a huge roar.
She saw fireworks all over the sky, dazzling and colorful.
Countless prayer lanterns rose from outside the Yunyu Hall, like a pouring river of stars, filling the entire sky.
The light flickered, but Xie Zhiyan remained motionless. His voice suddenly dropped. "Do you like it?"
At the end of dawn, amid the interweaving of fireworks and prayer lanterns, and the incomparable noise, Sheng Puzhu could no longer control himself.
The word "like" is difficult to say, but the neck tilted back high and the soft cat-like sobbing voice are always more honest than she herself.
"My dear..." Sheng Puzhu was crying, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears. Even she herself didn't understand why she called him over and over again.
"I'm here." Xie Zhiyan held his breath and pressed the person into his arms.
Sheng Puzhu was filled, both her body and her empty heart. She closed her eyes tightly and let herself sink into his control. Birthdays and rules were not important at this moment.
She knew that her body and soul no longer belonged to her at this moment.
Everything he left in her body was a shackle and a brand.
It is silent, but it reminds her all the time that she will eventually belong to someone completely.
As day breaks, the night recedes like the tide.
Sheng Puzhu squinted her eyes sleepily. She heard the noise of Nanny Du quietly cleaning the bathroom outside. She didn't dare to recall that she was in front of the clothes rack in the bathroom an hour ago.
He was holding me down, and I couldn't support myself against the wall with my hands.
I fell again and again, but he held me steady again and again.
She had changed into clean clothes, and her hair was damp with moisture from a recent shower.
Every time it ended, he would use all his tricks on her and make her fall into another romantic affair.
Xie Zhiyan didn't know whether it was because he had been hungry for a long time, or for some other reason, but he liked to see her cry, to see her unable to dodge, with the little pearls in her eyes falling one by one.
Each time, he brought a bit of force, but at the most critical moment, he would suddenly reduce his strength, or even stop on purpose.
Sheng Puzhu was not an easy girl to serve. She was not only afraid of cold, but also heat.
She makes a fuss whether it's cold or hot.
She will be equally dissatisfied if it is too light or too heavy.
But Xie Zhiyan seemed to have endless patience and perseverance in this regard.
Sheng Puzhu lifted the curtain, thinking that it was already daybreak. She might as well stay awake and go pay her respects to the elders in each room. It wouldn't be too late to take a break after noon.
But Xie Zhiyan didn't want her to worry, and he also knew that he had gone too far last night. If he pushed her back onto the couch forcefully, she might not be able to sleep peacefully. So he simply took a sip of cold wine and passed it to her rosy lips.
The man's kiss came so suddenly that Sheng Puzhu had no reaction at all. She was teased by his tongue and her lips were bitten open. How could she withstand his unscrupulous teasing? In the blink of an eye, she swallowed it obediently.
The wine melted between her lips and teeth, mixed with their breath, and burned the corners of her eyes red.
My heart was pounding and I was feeling drunk.
Sheng Puzhu stared at his slightly pursed lips, her wet eyes like spring water: "I swallowed it, why did you kiss me again?"
Xie Zhiyan nodded, showing no intention of stopping. He lowered his head again, but this time he was more gentle, and cautiously probed deeper.
This was not the first time he kissed her, but he did so by passing wine over her lips and extending his tongue.
He had never thought that kissing was more than just touching lips as described in the book. It turned out that it could be like this. Could the other things mentioned in the book provide deeper insights?
What if it could be more extreme?
Xie Zhiyan's throat rolled. He hugged her from behind, not rejecting her, and could even be said to be looking forward to it.
Sheng Puzhu gradually couldn't hold on any longer, her crimson eyelids trembled, her vision became blurred, and finally, in the extremely long kiss, she completely lost consciousness and fell asleep.
Xie Zhiyan stood up and gently tucked the corner of the quilt.
Before leaving, he casually touched Sheng Puzhu's earlobe with his fingertips, then slid down along her neckline, and rubbed his fingertips over the teeth marks of varying depths on her collarbone. Today, he finally got the satisfaction he had been waiting for for so long.
When it was bright, everyone had dinner with the old lady in Yishou Hall.
"Where is Puzhu?" asked Princess Shoukang.
Xie Zhiyan took the handkerchief and wiped his hands. His eyes narrowed slightly, unable to see clearly: "I was very drunk last night and was still sleeping."
Xie Huaiqian bit off a meat bun in two bites and said bluntly: "You need to practice more with your drinking capacity."
Princess Shoukang hit her husband hard and said speechlessly: "You think everyone is your soldier. If you can't do it, just practice more."
"Sanlang, don't listen to what your father says. Puzhu is not good at drinking. You need to be more careful."
Madam Xie took a bite of the bird's nest and had the red envelopes that Madam had prepared in advance distributed to everyone. She put away the portion containing the bodhi beads and glanced at Xie Zhiyan, as if to warn him: "Next time, don't coax her into drinking too much."
"At the reunion dinner yesterday, you secretly changed her tea. Don't think I didn't see it because I'm old and blurry."
"Only that Puzhu girl is kindhearted, thinking she's picked up the wrong cup. You're trying to trick a young lady who's skilled at playing with beads with the same tactics you use on the battlefield. I won't tolerate your foolish behavior."
Xie Zhiyan was pointed out by his elders, but he remained calm and just smiled silently: "Grandma, I will remember this next time."
The old lady was startled to see her eldest grandson, who was as cool as winter snow, sitting upright with his lips slightly raised and his handsome eyes and eyebrows showing no trace of his former coldness. He rarely showed his emotions.
"Are you in a good mood today?"
Xie Zhiyan hummed and nodded: "It's okay."
It's more than just okay, he looks like a tiger taking a nap after a full meal, with a satisfied red at the corners of his eyes, and even his fingertips resting on the table are in a rare relaxed posture.
Princess Shoukang's beautiful eyes swept over her son, pausing at the obvious scratch on the back of his neck. She waved her hand towards Xie Zhiyan meaningfully, saying, "If you're tired, go back to sleep. You don't have to stay with me."
"My son is not tired."
If a couple has a good relationship, the elders will naturally be happy to see it. Not only will they not point it out, they may even help cover it up.
After breakfast, Xie Zhiyan and Xie Huaiqian were going to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors. The old lady directly stuffed a thick red envelope into his hand and said, "This is Puzhu's New Year's money. Today is her birthday and your mother wanted to have a lively party tonight."
"You are so good, you don't know how to keep it at all."
Xie Zhiyan curled the corners of his lips, but said nothing, as if he agreed.
The old lady couldn't figure out her eldest grandson's thoughts, and she was also afraid that he wouldn't restrain himself and might hurt someone, so she slowed down her voice and warned, "Don't overdo anything, and don't push things too hard."
"Puzhu has a good temper, is smarter than most people, and has big ideas in her mind. You should remember to go along with her when things happen. Don't be too forceful, and don't make her angry."
Xie Zhiyan didn't know whether he had taken the words in or not. His expression didn't change. He just nodded faintly: "Grandson knows."
After the people walked away, the old lady sighed deeply, then smiled and shook her head.
Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so she shouldn't worry too much. It's just that the Xie family has been around for a hundred years, and every generation has produced lunatics. The more normal the man is, the more uncontrollable he will be when he goes crazy. If she feels sorry for him, she actually loves her granddaughter-in-law more.
After the sacrifice, Xie Zhiyan returned to Yunyu Hall.
He didn't sleep either. He just pulled out an armchair and sat in front of the couch, half of his face hidden in the shadow. His eyes were like gentle water, carefully tracing the contours of Sheng Bozhu's face.
She was sleeping soundly, her breathing even, with an occasional mumble or two escaping her lips.
He stared at her and wanted to reach out to touch her, but his fingertips stopped in mid-air. Instead, he gently picked up a strand of loose hair and played with it casually.
Her birthday should belong entirely to him.
If he hadn't worried about her body not being able to handle it, he would probably have started from her birthday and continued until twelve hours. If that were the case, she would have belonged to him completely and alone.
But it doesn't matter, they still have a long time to live.
Xie Zhiyan's gaze was blazing, and his deep eyes were like a victorious general inspecting the territory.
He didn't think he had to be soft-hearted, nor did he agree with his grandmother's words, "Don't overdo anything." Since they were husband and wife, he wanted more than just her pleasure; possession was only the beginning.
He couldn't quite understand these differences, which often made him lose control of his emotions, but he knew that since they were husband and wife, they should be one.
Sheng Puzhu woke up.
She opened her eyes, but didn't look fully awake.
In the dim light, she met Xie Zhiyan's gaze, which seemed to have substance, weighing heavily on her, forcibly pulling her out of her sleep.
I’m so tired. My body is clearly full, but I feel drowsy.
Sheng Puzhu turned her face to the side, rubbed the soft brocade quilt, and was about to fall asleep again.
Xie Zhiyan helped her sit up and asked, "Eat something first?"
"good."
It’s not that I’m hungry, but I simply don’t have the energy to refuse.
As for when he was full and fell asleep again, Sheng Puzhu just thought he was dreaming.
When I woke up completely, it was already the next morning.
The helplessness at night, the sobbing and begging for mercy, the chaotic birthday, all seemed like a long, long time ago.
Sheng Puzhu slowly poked her head out from under the brocade quilt, her cheeks rosy. She slowly turned over, and unexpectedly bumped directly into the man's strong arms.
"Madam is awake?"
Along with the greeting came Xie Zhiyan's deep and heavy kiss.
Sheng Puzhu gradually became out of breath. At first she wanted to push him away, but ended up hugging his neck from behind, more like begging for mercy.
"My dear, I'm going back to my parents' home today."
Xie Zhiyan asked knowingly, "So?"
"If it leaves a mark, it won't be good for my younger sister at home to see it." Sheng Puzhu explained with a red face.
Xie Zhiyan reached out and placed the back of his hand against her fair neck. He asked with false consideration, "Didn't Madam also say that leaving a mark is a sign of affection between husband and wife?"
A sign of affection between husband and wife?
What the hell is this performance?
Sheng Puzhu felt his entire lower back numb. He didn't know where he heard those words from when he was playing with his sisters at home.
"My dear, don't talk nonsense." She retorted stubbornly. She didn't want to admit her previous nonsense.
Xie Zhiyan was obviously very tolerant of everything today. He let her get up and personally picked up the clothes, shoes and socks that had been prepared on the spring stool.
When Madam Du heard the noise of getting up, she was about to go into the room to serve, but she didn't expect that when she walked around the screen, she saw Xie's most handsome and handsome husband squatting on the ground, putting shoes on his wife himself.
God.
Nanny Du didn't even dare to breathe and floated away like a ghost.
Sheng Puju didn't dare to look at him, and her gaze quietly fell on his long fingers that could completely wrap her.
She knew better than anyone that those were a pair of slender, powerful hands that could control all her emotions in certain situations.
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