Chapter 47 Punishment Erotic Pictures
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When people feel guilty, they always want to make amends. Lin Xihe pressed down on the red veil that was about to slip down and crouched down behind the door.
During the wedding preparations, she hadn't seen him for quite some time and missed him terribly. She opened her eyes wide and looked towards the end of the corridor.
The groom pushed open the door and entered, his eyes sparkling with a smile. The word "Madam" spilled from his lips as if he had called her that a thousand times.
The room is filled with festive cheer, but it's missing that most captivating touch of red.
Wen Zhixu slowly walked to the bedside. The brocade quilt was smooth, except for slight creases at the edges. Two peanuts with shells lay alone beside the pillow.
The scene seemed to appear before his eyes: his wife was tired from waiting and dared not take a nap on the bed; she was hungry but hesitated to eat the food.
He was inexplicably annoyed, all because of Xie Qi's meddling and disruptive behavior during the drinking. He would personally go to Xie's residence tomorrow and give Xie Qi a good beating to vent his anger.
“Madam?” Wen Zhixu looked around.
Suddenly, Lin Xihe, who was hiding in the corner, bumped into his back with a loud thud.
The groom was knocked so hard he swayed slightly, barely managing to grab the bed frame.
Two hands suddenly appeared around her waist, the candlelight flickering and illuminating her ten red nail polished fingers.
Lin Xihe's voice came from behind him: "Did I scare you?"
Preface to the article: "Why not take a break first?"
Their voices overlapped, and the two fell silent, each waiting for the other's reply.
“It’s my fault,” Wen Zhixu pulled her arms tighter. “Why don’t you sleep? Everything in this mansion is yours. You can take whatever you want. Why are you so reserved?”
Lin Xihe nudged him with her head: "Even you?"
"nature."
"I wanted to sleep, but the bed was covered in lucky fruit, which was uncomfortable."
"Why doesn't Madam take it?"
"There's too much. I'll wait for you to come back and tidy it up."
Wen Zhixu realized that his wife was not strictly bound by etiquette; she was simply lazy by nature.
"Then why not eat peanuts to stave off hunger?"
"I am allergic to peanuts."
"..." Well, all that heartache went to waste.
A red mushroom had inexplicably sprouted from her side. Beneath the bridal veil, her delicate nose lifted the silk ribbon into a sharp arc, rising and falling gently with her breath.
Fearing that people would get bored, he reached out and lifted the veil embroidered with mandarin ducks.
Light flooded her eyes, and Lin Xihe blinked hard: "You didn't use the 'cover-lifting magic tool'! I've been protecting the bridal veil all day, and you just peeled it off like that?"
According to etiquette and custom, the maid should bring out the ebony wedding scale, and the groom should pretend to weigh it and say "It is satisfactory".
She had mentally rehearsed these formulaic procedures eight hundred times.
Wen Zhixu didn't respond to this at all. He stretched out his arm, pulled the grumbling Lin Xihe from behind, and circled her in front of him.
Since she pecked his cheek last time, the two have not seen each other again.
The money previously given to the concubine of the Lin family was used to repair his residence. Now that the house is in good condition, Wen Hongyuan ordered Wen Zhixu to personally arrange the interior furnishings and even ordered him to move back from Yinquanxuan to his own residence, and to decorate all the items neatly.
Nominally, it was "to be arranged according to the wishes of the future granddaughter-in-law"; in reality, it was "to prevent the eldest grandson, who was already in love, from falling for a virgin."
Now, the two have gone from being next-door neighbors to being in a long-distance relationship.
Wen Zhixu attempted to request an audience under the pretext of discussing decoration details.
As a result, he was kicked out by his future father-in-law, Lin Zhaoheng, who brandished a stick: "You brat! Meeting before marriage is against etiquette! Get back to your mansion and count the days!"
Wen Zhixu counted the days, enduring and enduring, until finally he won his wife's heart.
He held the person in his arms for a long time, until the person in his arms shifted their stiff body and said, "Well, we haven't drunk the nuptial wine yet..."
She's half responsible for not lifting the veil. The most important part of the ceremony is drinking the auspicious wine.
“No rush.” Wen Zhixu bent his neck slightly and offered his right cheek to her. “Please settle the bill first, Madam Wen. You haven’t stamped this yet.”
Last time she kissed the left cheek, but the right cheek was missing.
Lin Xihe thought to herself: What's wrong with this man? Does he even have to ask for a kiss?
By the dim candlelight, her gaze fell on Wen Zhixu's upturned lips. She leaned in and kissed him: "Smack."
She took a half step back, trying to remain calm: "Look, it's covering my mouth, a permanent seal."
He paused for a moment, then extended his tongue to lick away the moisture from his lips, and said with restraint, "Madam has broken the rules."
Lin Xihe didn't care; she hadn't even started doing anything more illegal yet! She grabbed his hand and forcefully pressed him onto the chair.
Wen Zhixu obediently picked up the nuptial cup and drank the wine, just as she had asked.
The candlelight cast a soft glow on his face, revealing a hand holding the cup with slender, strong fingers. He couldn't bear to look at the scene.
"What?" Seeing Lin Xihe staring blankly at his hand, Wen Zhixu placed the wine glass in her palm. "Weren't you thinking about the Heqin wine?"
Lin Xihe, under the spell of the bewitching technique, looked away and used her imposing manner to cover up her embarrassment: "I'll drink it!"
His bold and unrestrained posture made him look like he was about to go up the mountain to fight a tiger.
In her past life, Lin Xihe was knocked out by half a glass of Long Island Iced Tea.
In this lifetime, she actually fell for a glass of Heqin wine!
She downed the cup in one gulp, the spiciness hitting her lungs and causing her to cough immediately.
Wen Zhixu patted her back to no avail. Seeing that she was coughing and breathing unevenly, he hurriedly went to pour tea. In the process, the wide sleeve of his wedding dress accidentally spilled the empty cup.
Outside, in the distance, the old woman on night duty heard the commotion but dared not approach rashly. This old woman was Lin Xihe's maidservant, and on her first day on duty at the Wen residence, she was naturally reserved. She hurriedly retreated outside the courtyard to find Wen Zhixu's personal servant.
Wen Qi hesitated, "The young master has ordered that no one is to disturb us tonight."
To put it bluntly, Wen Zhixu had already driven away the servants long ago.
The old woman grew anxious: "But my young lady is very particular about cleanliness. What if she calls for water in a little while?"
Wen Qi covered her mouth and whispered, "My young master said that he will personally serve the madam."
"..." The old woman had served two generations of masters in the Lin family. Even on their wedding night, she had never heard of any master personally bathing and dressing his wife.
In a hazy, drunken stupor, I don't know why, but the hard stool beneath me is gone, replaced by a more comfortable armchair.
The chair back had an exquisite curve, making it much more comfortable than the rosewood armchair she had swindled from Lin Zhaoheng.
She turned her head and touched Wen Zhixu's face. Her eyes were unfocused, but she pressed her face against his cheek affectionately: "Ha, husband."
Another new term has emerged. After pondering the text, the author asks: "Is this the husband's intention?"
Lin Xihe didn't answer, but instead placed his hands on the table and supported his forearms with a sense of ease: "Ergonomic chair, comfortable."
Seeing her drowsy appearance, Wen Zhixu hugged her tightly: "Tired? Do you want to rest?"
The drunkard parted the heavy robes, revealing a patch of white skin. After sniffing it, he muttered, "It stinks."
"Don't talk nonsense, it smells nice." He indulged her, responding softly.
"I want to take a shower."
"..."
Wen Zhixu picked the person up steadily, and after taking only a few steps, he felt a weight on his arm, so he lifted the person up a little.
The drunk girl was rather heavy.
He sent his own cook to the Lin residence. Although he couldn't see the person he longed for day and night, he ran into his brother-in-law, Lin Pinyan, a few days ago, and noticed that the man had visibly gained weight.
It's clear that his wife ate very well.
"Hurry up," the person with lingering consciousness urged.
Wen Zhixu tried to reason with the drunkard: "It can't be fast, the little pig is too heavy."
Lin Xihe tugged at his collar, glancing at him with a half-looking look: "...You're useless."
She forgot one thing: no matter the era, never say that your partner is "useless".
"I'm useless? Lin Xihe, you—" He had to punish her tonight.
The bathroom was filled with mist.
The drunkard, upon seeing the wooden barrel, insisted on getting down.
Just as Wen Zhixu steadied her legs, the girl in his arms slipped and fell to the ground like an eel.
She wrapped her arms around the wooden tub, slurring her words, "The swimming pool... is way too tiny..."
As a man, he really couldn't understand why a woman would have so many opinions about a wooden bucket.
When his wife bluntly criticized his "inadequate facilities," Wen Zhixu indulged her without any limits: "Tomorrow I will order someone to dig a pool."
With no one around to serve him, the pampered young master wanted to find a low stool for Lin Xihe to sit on, but he couldn't find one.
He had no choice but to squat down and pat his knees helplessly, "Sit here, okay?"
Lin Xihe didn't stand on ceremony at all, and sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was quite satisfied with this "exclusive seat".
"Are you still dizzy? If you don't wash soon, the water will get cold." He gently touched her cheek with the back of his hand, which was no longer as hot as before, indicating that the effects of the alcohol had dissipated somewhat.
Wen Zhixu was secretly on edge, expecting Lin Xihe to say something shocking like "You wash me."
Unexpectedly, she obediently nodded.
In fact, Wen Zhixu was also very nervous at this moment. He suppressed his racing heartbeat and said, "If you are shy, I will go behind the screen to avoid you for a while? But I can't leave. I'm afraid you'll fall headfirst into the water."
As they were talking, Lin Xihe looked up and, without the slightest hesitation, naturally unbuckled her belt.
Snap.
A booklet fell from her arms.
The booklet was small, and the handwriting on the cover was crooked and messy; it was the simplified Chinese characters that only Lin Xihe could write.
Since he didn't have time to open the preface, he simply put the booklet into his pocket.
Although the two had already bowed to heaven and earth, Wen Zhixu restrained himself and repeated the ceremony. Because of his deep affection for his wife, he deliberately turned his gaze away when undressing her.
A gentleman should not look at what is improper.
The air was thick with moisture, partially obscuring her graceful figure, making it difficult to see clearly.
In the end, Wen Zhixu couldn't resist and insisted that she take off her clothes herself.
Drunkards have no sense of order; they peel bamboo shoots like leaves, their underwear flying everywhere.
Wen Zhixu had no choice but to bend down and pick them up one by one. When he looked up again, Lin Xihe had obediently slumped into the bucket, her lotus-root-like arms softly resting on the rim.
As soon as he looked over, she grinned at him and said, "Do you want to shower together?"
"..."
Who could stand this?
Fortunately, he found a low stool, moved it behind the screen, and sat down to calm his mind.
The sound of splashing water came from behind the screen.
"Don't play around, the water will get cold soon."
"oh."
The sound of water behind the screen gradually subsided.
Wen Zhixu, still uneasy, called out again, "Linxi He."
"Yes, yes."
"Don't fall asleep. If you get sleepy, I'll carry you back to your room."
Fearing she might actually faint, Wen Zhixu insisted that she respond every now and then.
Lin Xihe would count off for a while, then sing a tune out of tune, then go silent for a while, and then suddenly burst into a silly laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Wen Zhixu smiled.
"My husband is so handsome!"
It probably means he's good-looking.
Wen Zhixu felt a little relieved. Then he thought that he would have to dry her off later, and he was afraid that the things in her arms would get wet, so he took out the booklet.
My gaze fell down to the cover, where five large characters were prominently displayed: Physiology and Hygiene Class.
"Madam, what is meant by physiology and hygiene class?" Wen Zhixu respected his partner's feelings; she shouldn't look at her things without permission.
Lin Xihe's voice came through the mist: "Hehe, good stuff."
Why does her laughter sound a bit sly?
Preface: "Can I see this?"
"You're peeking." She lowered her voice, adding a hint of sneakiness.
After receiving instructions, Wen Zhixu opened the booklet.
Page 1: A man and a woman are on a couch, their clothes disheveled, the bedding in disarray.
He went back and opened the cover. Sure enough, there was another cover hidden inside, with three words written on it: Erotic Pictures.
The cover was designed by Lin Xihe herself; it's just a way to mislead people.
Page 2: The scene moves from the bedroom to the desk in the study.
Page 3: In front of the rockery in the back garden.
The images are so outrageous that they make Wen Zhixu's ears burn.
Who corrupted his wife?!
Wen Zhixu walked around the screen and went straight to Lin Xihe, gently unfolding the booklet: "Where did this book come from?"
"Xie Lan."
"..."
This is the secret tale of the ladies of noble families.
Lin Xihe added with a smile, "Xie Lan bought me an even more powerful one, which will arrive in a few days."
Xie Lan recently found a merchant from the Western Regions who specializes in selling rare and unusual items that make people blush.
The book in Lin Xihe's hand was just an ordinary item from the Hu merchant. He also had specially made toys if customers were willing to spend a lot of money.
"Why did you buy it?" Wen Zhixu pinched her face as a form of punishment.
Lin Xihe, feeling smug, blurted out Xie Lan's exact words: "Xie Lan said that someone as perverted as you deserves the most perverted thing!"
"..."
Beneath the water's surface, undulating outlines could be seen. Wen Zhixu paused for a moment, then quickly pulled the person out of the water.
The ground was completely soaked by water.
Lin Xihe grabbed his soaking wet clothes: "What are you doing? I haven't dried myself yet!"
His eyes, deep and intense, locked onto her: "Since you say I'm a pervert, then tonight we'll see for ourselves."
"How do we implement this?" The person in his arms regained some of their senses.
He whispered in her ear, "Start from the first page."
"The Preface to the Text!"
“Madam, you must not call me by my name tonight,” Wen Zhixu said in a deep voice as their noses touched. “As punishment, you must complete the second page as well.”
She refused to accept the punishment and insisted on making a scene: "Then what should I call you?"
"Call me husband."
Lin Xihe wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.
The young man, now a husband, smiled broadly: "The first page can't be skipped, punish me now."
Lin Xihe: "Wen bastard!"
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End of main text.
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