As the sun rose, Song Yanran slowly awoke from her sleep.
When I touched the bedside, there was no one there.
She woke up instantly.
In an instant, fear, tension, and disappointment welled up in my heart.
Song Yanran felt as if yesterday was a dream, and now that she was awake, everything felt so empty.
"woke up?"
Just then, Shen Zhao's voice rang in her ears.
Song Yanran looked up with teary eyes and saw Shen Zhao carrying a plate of fragrant dishes, smiling as he walked up to her.
He was still dressed in loose casual clothes, his well-defined muscles faintly visible.
"I saw that you were not fully awake, so I went to prepare some breakfast and see if it suited your taste."
Before Shen Zhao could finish speaking, Song Yanran hugged him from behind.
“I thought you had suddenly left, Shen Zhao, my husband. You promised that you would stay here with me during this time and not go anywhere else.”
"Okay, don't worry, I keep my word. Be obedient, eat something first."
Hearing Shen Zhao say this, Song Yanran's anxiety gradually subsided.
Looking at the steaming bowl of white fungus soup handed to her, Song Yanran blushed and asked, "Husband, may you feed me?"
Shen Zhao smiled, scooped up a spoonful of white fungus soup, blew on it, and then offered it to Song Yanran.
Song Yanran opened her mouth and gently took the soup spoon into her mouth, thoroughly enjoying the thoughtful service her lover was providing for her.
"Did you do this?"
"Is it to your liking?"
"Mmm, it smells delicious. Actually, you didn't have to do it yourself."
"You said I'm your husband, isn't this what I should do?"
After feeding Song Yanran the entire bowl of white fungus soup, Shen Zhao thoughtfully handed her a towel and wiped the residue from the corners of her mouth.
After finishing all this, Shen Zhao picked up the plate and prepared to clean up.
No sooner had he stood up than Song Yanran hugged him from behind.
"Don't go, put me down, please hurt me a little more, okay?"
Shen Zhao frowned: "Yanran, last night..."
"Not enough, not enough."
Song Yanran's body was burning hot, radiating an alluring heat, and she pressed tightly against Shen Zhao's back, as if she wanted to merge herself into his body.
Her delicate body was soft and full of vitality, like a burning flame, enveloping Shen Zhao's mind and body.
Her jade-like hands trembled slightly as they began to wander restlessly over Shen Zhao's body, as if exploring something.
The gentle touch carried a slight electric current, penetrating Shen Zhao's clothes and reaching his skin.
Every movement felt like an exploration, an expression of longing.
Her fingers gently traced the muscles of Shen Zhao's chest, feeling his strength and warmth, as if searching for some kind of comfort.
Shen Zhao could feel Song Yanran's enthusiasm, and her breathing began to quicken.
He could feel her heartbeat quickening, as if it were one with his.
This intimate contact caused Shen Zhao's body to react violently once again, and his breathing became heavy.
At that moment, they seemed to be in a world that belonged only to them, where time stood still.
A deep longing was revealed in Song Yanran's eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she was stopped by her inner shyness.
"Yanran..."
The floodgates of desire were opened once more, and Shen Zhao turned around to embrace Song Yanran, giving her the most passionate kiss.
Feeling the man's passionate, wet kiss, Song Yanran's mind went blank again. She closed her beautiful eyes and quietly enjoyed the man's aggressive possessiveness.
The next second, her body was suspended in mid-air, held in Shen Zhao's arms around the waist, and they walked step by step towards the bath...
For seven consecutive days, Shen Zhao and Song Yanran did not leave Wushang Peak.
During the day, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery on Wushang Peak together and strolled along the narrow, winding paths.
At noon, we sit in the courtyard, sipping fragrant tea, exchanging sweet nothings or reminiscing about our past.
In the afternoon, we painted and drew together, wielding brushes and ink, creating romantic poems, songs, and paintings.
In the evening, after bathing and changing clothes, they entwined themselves in each other's arms.
The same steps are repeated almost every day.
The two were completely inseparable, giving themselves entirely to each other.
This is the kind of life a married couple should have.
Its tranquility and peace bring an unprecedented sense of serenity to the soul.
On the morning of the eighth day, Shen Zhao and Song Yanran, who had fallen into a state of blissful infatuation, finally had to part ways.
Song Yanran clutched her stomach and gave Chen Zhao a sweet smile.
"My husband, I have a feeling that we will soon have our own child."
"Yanran, you really..."
"Don't overthink it. This is my lifelong wish, my husband. After our child is born and settled, I will drop everything to come to you and never be separated again."
"Yanran".
He held Song Yanran's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
After each night of intense labor, Shen Zhao was now almost completely exhausted.
He finally understood a saying: There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is overcultivated.
Song Yanran's enthusiastic response was even greater than Su Yunying's, and she kept demanding more and more, almost draining herself dry.
After personally tidying up Shen Zhao's clothes, Song Yanran smiled brightly and pressed her hot lips to his face, giving him a firm kiss.
"Alright, I won't torture you anymore."
"My husband, remember this: you are the only man in my life, Song Yanran. You must never abandon me. I am a woman too, and I have emotions too."
"Ha, you're overthinking it. How could I possibly abandon you?"
"Then you must wait for me. I will come to find you after I have finished dealing with matters in the court. At that time, we will never be separated again."
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