Chapter 64 I like you very much, I can't live without you I like you very much,...
"Little Stone is much more honest than you."
Ye Jindian whispered this into Zhang Min's ear.
The greenery above my head is too dense.
Only a few leaves sparsely scattered among the slanting branches were stained by the frosty moonlight, giving them a somewhat cold and green color.
The dark green fell on the pair of black eyes, and the shadows turned into green, swaying like the surface of a mirror lake with ripples.
Zhang Min's eyes lost focus, leaving only the clear green shadow and her.
He murmured hoarsely: "Madam..."
If she really noticed something and got angry, she would just endure the beatings and scolding without any complaints.
Can--
Seeing her like this now, he was a little unsure of what she was feeling.
"Um?"
Ye Jindian lowered her head and kissed his eyes.
The word "cheat" was like a drumstick, striking out a dull "dong" sound. The word "honest" struck out with even greater force, causing the drum skin to tremble violently and a loud bang to echo.
It seemed as if his heart suddenly became empty, filled with echoes.
Even the surging passion could not compare to it, could not be soothed, could not be covered up.
Zhang Min wanted to speak up to explain, but she suddenly tightened her grip.
"My wife!"
He uttered a low cry, his body trembling, and shrank back.
“Bang—”
The wooden lid of the jar fell to the ground with a dull thud, swallowing up her "hmm".
“Gudong——”
The water surface was rippling, reflecting the overlapping figures of the two people.
A strand of black hair slid down and dipped into the water, floating up like algae.
Moonlight from fireflies poured into the jar through the gaps in the trees under the eaves, and was swallowed up by the swaying waves, emitting a unique silver mist.
The black hair and moonlight were entangled and swirled, disturbing the surface of the water as its owner twisted it, and sparkling silver light erupted instantly.
The white light floats on the surface, reflecting the thin moonlight.
The coolness filled my palms and quietly penetrated my clothes.
Zhang Min's pupils became increasingly dilated, and his thin lips opened slightly.
Ye Jindian lowered her head and kissed her rosy lips, gently rolling around.
She seemed to be immersed in the lips and teeth of each other, not caring about the world.
Zhang Min spoke again: "Madam..."
The rest of the words were swallowed up in one gulp.
Ye Jindian raised her head and blocked him in front of the tank, bringing their lips closer together.
The drooping eyelids cover my thoughts, making it impossible to discern clearly.
Zhang Min suspected that he was about to be pushed into the tank and kissed while diving with her.
The feeling of suffocation came uninvited, sucking all the air out of his lungs, and he could only get it from his wife's mouth.
He exerted force on his waist, put his arm around his wife's waist and stood up, pushing her against the windowsill. He raised his hand to support the back of her head, almost forgetting his feelings and becoming ruthless, wishing he could suck her breath dry.
In a panic, his kiss was a little hasty, as if he wanted to swallow her tongue.
The aroma of peach blossom tea salt rolls down the throat, leaving a heat in the chest and abdomen.
Zhang Min's tailbone trembled.
Ye Jindian reached out and put her arm around him, rubbing his lower back through a thin layer of clothing.
Zhang Min tensed instantly.
The black hair emerged from the water and swung out in a smooth arc, sticking to his waist, leaving a trace of water and outlining his thin and tight waistline.
"My wife..." Zhang Min leaned against her lips and murmured vaguely, "Sweet..."
Say something.
Or just let him talk.
Ye Jindian hummed in response: "Hmm."
Her palms were slippery and hot, and her arms were trembling slightly.
Zhang Min held her face with his hands, rubbing them back and forth on her temples, and his palms gripped her cold earlobe.
"My wife—"
"My wife—"
He shouted again and again.
Ye Jindian just took the time to say "hmm" twice and didn't say much.
Zhang Min felt a chill in his heart, even colder than the water tank beside his legs.
The passionate kiss stopped.
His lips trembled.
"Tiantian, are you..." there was an unclear pause in his voice, "angry."
The last three words are so light that they seem to float.
Scattered in the night sky.
He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly remembered the doctor's instructions. He didn't dare to act rashly and could only look at her with sourness.
Ye Jindian didn't look up to see his expression, but just bit his lips lightly.
Zhang Min rested his forehead against hers.
His thick eyelashes drooped, and his breathing was unstable and heavy, hitting her lips.
A gust of wind blew by.
The slanting branches and leaves overhead overlapped each other, completely blocking the moonlight, and the surroundings suddenly became dim.
Ye Jindian raised her eyes and looked at the uneasy and trembling pupils.
"Sweet..."
Zhang Min kissed her forehead, nose, chin, earlobes, and neck, his lips pressed against her collarbone through her clothes. The scorching heat penetrated the thin clothes, leaving a deep impression of love.
The authenticity of love can be easily seen through the skin.
Ye Jindian reached out and touched his earlobe and rubbed it.
It's also piping hot.
She slowly rubbed his earlobe until the soft jade in her hand became hard jade, and then she said "hmm" nonchalantly.
After a moment, she increased the strength in her hands.
He couldn't help but let out a low groan.
Ye Jindian seemed to have just come back to her senses. She blinked her distracted eyes and focused: "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts..." Zhang Min's eyes were squeezed into a round shape, and she looked at her with a watery look. "But if my lady can calm down, it can be a little more painful. My lady, you can punish me, but you must not... not talk to me, and don't ignore me."
He was scared.
Afraid that she was done with it, he turned and left without any regrets.
Don't want him anymore.
Human greed is truly endless.
After she indulged him once, he kept asking for more favor and love.
But--
There is no way.
He had become increasingly addicted to it, and had no choice but to continue struggling in love until he drowned.
His fingers were tightly wrapped around the soft sleeve of his wife's dress that hung beside his hand.
As long as he can hold on to something, he will never let it go no matter what.
no way.
"I'm not not talking to you, nor am I ignoring you." Ye Jindian sighed secretly, reaching out and gently touching those beautiful eyes that could bewitch people, "I just want to taste, are you hard-mouthed or soft-hearted."
Zhang Min paused as he was wrapping his hand around her sleeve. "Did the lady taste it?"
Ye Jindian: “Not yet.”
Zhang Min tightened his fingers: "Then..."
"Then let's try it tomorrow." Ye Jindian held his fingers in her palm. "Will you go home tomorrow?"
Home.
It's such an eye-watering word.
He was so beaten that he didn't know what was going on and what was not.
"Come back!" Zhang Min, as if afraid that she would regret it, quickly used his other fingers to grab the back of her hand, "I will definitely come back, no matter what, no matter how late it is."
He stared at her face and tentatively raised his hands to hug her tightly.
"My lady..." He rubbed her thin belly, spraying her with the scent of heather.
Ye Jindian closed her eyes and felt a slight chill on her chin.
She thought that someone was just like that, changing his mind and acting weird again once he felt at ease.
"I'm sleepy." She pinched his cheek unhappily, "You'll be punished by washing clothes by yourself and picking up the things on the floor."
Zhang Min lowered his eyebrows and said, "Let me clean your hands for you before you go to sleep."
He raised his eyes and glanced at her.
Seeing the turbidity condensed on her chin, her ears turned red and she quickly raised her hand to wipe it.
He apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry..."
Ye Jindian: “…”
When he rubbed her, he didn't seem to feel guilty.
She fell on his shoulder: "I'm tired."
Zhang Min squatted down, moved her onto his back, and carried her back.
Ye Jindian leaned over to his ear and asked, "Husband, why did we get married in the first place?"
She had asked this question before, but she felt that the words that came out of her mouth were a bit hurtful, so she interrupted herself.
"What have we experienced in the past six months?"
Zhang Min followed her words and fell into the tide of memories.
"jingle--"
The copper bells on the eaves of the mountain temple rang in my ears.
That was their second meeting in the capital. He was full of the blood of a bandit, while she knelt before the Buddha and prayed devoutly. No one knew what she wished for, but there was always a faint smile on her face.
The sunlight outside the window filtered through the lattices and gauze, gently wrapping her.
He stood in the dark, cleaning up the filthy corpses.
Later, someone with sharp eyes spotted him, causing a burst of exclamations and commotion.
She ran out to see, and happened to see his golden mask. She was stunned for a moment, and then smiled at him.
"My dear, we are truly destined to meet." She said, holding a lucky stick. "I was just walking around somewhere in my free time, and I bumped into you again."
The word "fate" made him savor it for more than a month.
However, Shengjing at that time had not been cleaned up yet and was far less stable than it is now. Bandits and thieves were not uncommon in remote areas outside the capital.
Especially in the Dongshan area.
He was busy recruiting and cleaning up, and had little time to relax.
When we met for the third time, it was early winter and snow was falling.
That time, he was the first to see her enter the spice shop with an umbrella.
Just as he was hesitating whether to go forward to meet her, she had already walked out of the shop, playing with a snow-blue sachet in her hand.
With obvious excitement in his steps, he hopped twice on the snow and turned into the alley opposite.
She ran into him head on.
He did not avoid and watched helplessly as the edges of their umbrellas collided.
"I'm sorry, I—"
She raised her umbrella, and a golden mask appeared in her pupils.
"It's you again!" He saw a hint of joy in her eyes, "My dear, don't you have to hunt criminals today? Are you free?"
He was a little surprised.
But he quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice, "How do you know I'm going to arrest criminals, not to kill people?"
"Hey..." She tilted her head to look at him, "Aren't you the Right Prime Minister of the God of War? Since you are the God of War of Dayan, covered in blood, you should go and kill the bandits and protect the people of Kyoto."
Mars.
The gossip became more and more intense, and he even forgot that he was also known as the "God of War", not just nicknames like "God of Killing" and "Ghost Face".
When I was distracted for a moment, a sachet appeared in front of me.
"I don't know if you're injured, and I don't have any medicine on me, so I'll give our Dayan War God a sachet as a token of my gratitude to you generals for bringing peace and tranquility to ordinary people like us."
Seeing that he didn't answer, she shook the phone as if urging him to do so.
"Mars?"
His face turned red when he was called, and he really wanted her gift, so he stretched out his hand.
The sachet fell into his palm.
Her warmth still remains.
Very warm.
If we meet again, it will be Your Majesty who will grant us marriage.
However, it was not to arrange a marriage between him and Tiantian, but to match him with a princess.
This princess, whose rank he had forgotten, was not as heroic as the eldest princess, who had fought alongside him on the battlefield.
The other party grew up in seclusion and was brought up as the mistress of a noble family.
The princess, who strictly adhered to etiquette, was quite dissatisfied with the rumors of his cruelty and made a big fuss about not wanting to marry him.
He immediately went to the palace and asked His Majesty to revoke his order.
His Majesty even scolded him at the time, saying that if he didn't get married, he would become an old cucumber grown in the fields during the festival, and no one would want it even if he gave it to him.
Never thought.
When he returned home from leaving the palace that day, he saw Tiantian squatting outside waiting for him from afar.
He would occasionally forget what he had said or done, but he still remembered her words—
"Who said there aren't any girls in the capital willing to marry you? Am I not considered a girl?"
He remembered clearly the ecstasy that surged in his flesh and blood, the trembling in his spine, the numbness in his fingertips, and the slight trembling in his heart.
And in every dark night when I miss her, in the painful moments when desire is rolling around and I can't stop, just by thinking of these words, I can calm down.
Even if...
She was later held in the arms of someone else, who held her wrist and thrust the knife into his stomach.
The pain seemed to be completely dispelled by these words.
The picture in my mind is upside down.
He seemed to see Ye Jindian again with blood on the back of her head, lying in the thin snow that had not yet melted in the spring.
“Sweet!”
Zhang Min rushed forward nervously and lifted her up by the back of her neck.
"Husband?" Ye Jindian grabbed his hand, calling back the man who seemed to be in a state of terror. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so pale?"
Zhang Min turned over his palm with trembling hands.
No blood.
He closed his eyes, took two breaths, and opened them again.
Tiantian was sitting upright on the bed, her outer clothes had been thrown into the basin, and she was only wearing a small shirt, looking at him with concern.
Near the head of the bed, a little hot mist was still coming out of the cleaning water.
"I……"
As soon as he opened his mouth, he wanted to explain.
When Zhang Min came to his senses, he felt that there seemed to be something strange at his feet.
When he looked down, he saw that the furry ball that usually always howled at him was now lying at his feet and licking him.
"My wife..." Zhang Min hugged Ye Jindian, "Let it out! Let it out quickly! Don't come near me!"
Ye Jindian looked at him strangely: "...Did you just realize it was following you?"
Zhang Min froze.
What does "才" mean?
Ye Jindian: "It was there when we were washing up next to the water tank. Later, you pressed me against the windowsill, and it kept biting your trouser legs. Didn't you know?"
The little guy later found out that she was not dangerous and gave up biting him after she scolded him.
As for getting close to him, it all started when he was washing her.
Zhang Min: “…”
I really didn't notice its existence.
He took a deep breath, pinched the little yellow dog's front legs with both hands, held it stiffly, and carried it out to the ground.
The little yellow dog landed on its hind legs, and he hooked his feet and stretched out his hands, and with a "clang" he closed the door and pulled the brake.
The movements are done in one go, smoothly and effortlessly.
“Ahhh!”
The little guy banged on the door angrily.
Ye Jindian couldn't help laughing when she saw this.
Zhang Min breathed a sigh of relief, moved the basin behind the screen, and planned to deal with it tomorrow.
When I turned back to the couch, Ye Jindian had already fallen asleep.
He climbed onto the bed and moved closer.
Facing the person whose consciousness was hazy, he dared to whisper: "My wife, I haven't told you——"
Ye Jindian uttered an extremely vague sound: "Hmm?"
"I like you very much and can't live without you."
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