Chapter 81: I can’t look at her with a calm gaze. I can’t look at her with a calm gaze…
Zhang Min's heart was beating extremely fast.
Ye Jindian could feel a violent, rapid beating when her fingers pressed on his upper arm.
No one spoke.
However, the heat from the two of them kept expelling the breathable air, making the air flowing around them gradually become sticky and hot.
Their breathing became heavier.
The two equally hot breaths collided with each other, making the black eyes blurry and dark little by little.
Not getting a response, Ye Jindian tilted her head.
The wet hair curled up as she moved, dragging it upwards.
The movement of his skin almost made Zhang Min lose control.
He raised his hand to hold Ye Jindian's cheek and said in a hoarse voice, "My lady, do you know what you are saying?"
"I know." Ye Jindian relaxed, resting her cheek on his palm and looking at him. "I say, let's consummate our marriage."
She reiterated it again.
Zhang Min's throat rolled and he laughed.
There was a mixture of sweet and sour in the smile, and a hint of obscurity.
"But you've lost your memory for three years. If one day you suddenly recall the past and find that you don't love me as much as you do now..."
"I'm clear-headed." Ye Jindian interrupted him, her hand burrowing into his collar and pressing against his heart. "I know who I like."
The wet hair was caught between the chest and palm, with water droplets squeezed out and flowing to the sides along Zhang Min's skin texture.
Slightly itchy.
He felt as if the water penetrated his heart.
Zhang Min looked at her in silence.
Ye Jindian lowered her head and looked into his eyes: "What about you?"
Zhang Min pursed his thin lips slightly.
"Who do you like now, my husband?"
"Of course..." He was eager to clear his name, but paused as he was about to reveal his heart. He tightened his grip on her waist and whispered, "...From the beginning to the end, in my heart and eyes, there has only been one woman."
"Since you two are in love, what are you worried about?"
They are in love with each other.
What a beautiful word.
Zhang Min's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
One breath, two breaths.
Not getting a response, Ye Jindian withdrew her hand, placed her palm on his arm, and exerted a little force, trying to get up.
Suddenly.
The body becomes lighter, the field of vision is elevated, and the eyes are level with the screen.
She subconsciously supported the shoulder she touched and lowered her eyes to look at the face immersed in the firelight and candlelight.
Zhang Min walked slowly, light and shadow overlapped on his face, flickering and not very clear.
He placed her firmly on the edge of the bed.
Ye Jindian lowered her eyes and looked at him half-kneeling in front of the couch, looking up at her.
The round black eyes were full of struggle.
She supported herself on the couch and leaned back slightly.
The soft robe was spread out at the end, revealing the knees covered with warm steam.
Zhang Min paused, then pulled up the loose corner of his robe to cover it.
Even summer nights are very cool.
The breeze sneaks in through the window and picks up the body temperature.
Ye Jindian raised her bare foot and stepped lightly on his groin.
The robe slipped down again, revealing the knees and calves.
She asked, "What are you worried about?"
"My wife..."
Zhang Min reached out and held her ankle, his palms burning hot.
Ye Jindian responded: "Hmm?"
Zhang Min lowered his head and placed a kiss on her knee: "Actually, I'm not that good at controlling myself."
She had misjudged him.
He's just a vile apostle.
As long as there is any sign of trouble, they will remain inactive; but if there is a slight opportunity, they will take advantage of it and take advantage of it.
He stood up, supported himself with his hands, and forced the man to lie on his back on the soft quilt.
Bullying forward.
…
At the hour of Mao, the sun rises with sparse dew.
The sky is dark blue with a hint of orange and yellow, spreading from the distant mountains to a long waist belt.
Outside the window, birds are chirping and roosters are crowing. I can also vaguely hear the sounds of people opening doors, footsteps, and water pouring into basins as they get up early. Each sound outlines the fireworks of thousands of homes.
A thin ray of light slipped into the inner room through the window, fell on Ye Jindian's hand, and illuminated her smooth arm that stretched out from the quilt.
There are red spots on the arms.
The smooth white arm pressed tightly against her side was like red plum blossoms on the snow, like pomegranate seeds.
Ye Jindian opened her eyes hazily, feeling her abdomen bloated, and struggled to get up to go to the toilet.
The long arm that was pressed against her arm bent and embraced her through the quilt.
"My wife..."
Zhang Min shouted in a daze, and moved forward, sticking close to her.
A familiar feeling awakens.
Ye Jindian also woke up.
The shattered memories of last night came back to me, and the scenes of indulgence and deep depression ran past my eyes quickly, but still clear.
His fiery body clung to hers, like a spider's web, even her ankles entwined tightly. He pressed his five fingers against her forearm and slowly crawled forward, spreading her palm open and squeezing it between his fingers. He held it tightly, pressing it against the pillow. He buried himself in her sweaty neck, his scorching breath, now light and now heavy, now appearing and disappearing, clinging to her neck tightly...
besides--
When I was moved, I heard the hoarse and broken voice of "wife" in my ears.
But it’s not just that.
She also recalled the time when her passion was at its peak, when she pressed herself against his neck, smelling the faint scent of apricot blossoms, and her teeth itching, unable to help but bite...
The flesh on his waist, abdomen, and limbs was firm, but his cheeks and neck were soft.
When you take a bite, it feels like the apricots hanging on the branches, plump and soft.
Thinking of this, the ease she had felt before left her again, and shame returned and attacked her.
Ye Jindian pulled up the quilt to cover her face.
The quilt had been changed and had an incense smelling like peach and apricot pulp.
He was hanging above her last night, his hot sweat emitting the scent of apricots, looking at her with blurred eyes, and then running from his mind into his eyes.
She closed her eyes in frustration.
"My lady, why aren't you sleeping?" Zhang Min placed a wet kiss on her shoulder, then moved his kisses down to her neck. "You still have half a day to rest today, so there's no need to rush."
He took her hand, tucked it back into the quilt, and moved it towards her waist.
"No." Ye Jindian grabbed his fingers and woke up completely. "I need to go to the toilet."
Zhang Min buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath, then put his arms around her waist and pressed her towards him, moving closer.
The pressure came so suddenly that she almost couldn't hold it back.
Ye Jindian: "...Zhang, Bai, Shi!"
Zhang Min chuckled and kissed her earlobe: "If the bedding is dirty, I will wash it. The same goes for clothes."
Ye Jindian: “…………”
Where did they get the third quilt?
The person who fanned the flames should quickly put out the fire before it spreads.
In the blink of an eye, he became obedient, reaching out to pick up the robe that had been thrown at the foot of the bed and covering his wife with it, letting her deal with the big problems in life first. Then, he got up, made the bed, fetched some water and dried it in the sun, and prepared it for her to wash.
After you have finished your work, you can then clean yourself up.
After combing his hair and dressing, he still didn't see his wife come out, so he walked to the screen and asked, "My wife, are you okay?"
Ye Jindian: "...Shang'an."
There are mottled red marks all over his body, and looking at them makes me unable to help but recall the past.
"Why haven't you come out for so long?" Zhang Min was very confused. "Those things in your body..."
Ye Jindian's mind exploded, and she rushed out and covered his mouth.
Zhang Min smiled, pulled her hand away, pouted and kissed her palm: "...I have washed everything for you, my lady, and I will not let you worry about other things."
Ye Jindian retracted her hand and glared at him: "Don't kiss everything, I haven't washed my hands yet."
Zhang Min blinked his round, dark eyes innocently: "It's not like I haven't kissed him before, why are you blushing like this?"
Ye Jindian: “…”
What a great background.
Where has her gentle, weak and shy husband gone?
She pushed him out angrily: "Shut up and go wash up."
Zhang Min was pushed so hard that he smiled.
He stumbled out, and when he looked back his face was almost broken with laughter.
Treating his wife like this...
It’s true. Long time no see.
Ye Jindian had a fierce look on his face and slammed the door shut.
Someone's smiling face was blocked outside the door.
Her back was pressed against the door, and her thumb gently swept across her palm, and the stern expression on her face was torn away by a smile.
Tear it cleanly.
The corners of the eyes and eyebrows are changed into hooked shapes.
*
People who have just started eating meat cannot have a calm look in their eyes.
I thought my emotions were flowing secretly, but in fact, they were clearly written in my eyes. I wished my eyes could be hooks, so that I could pull the other person to my side and hold them tightly.
Zhang Min's eyes were curved, and he was beating eggs in his hands, but there were no eggs in his eyes.
The little red clay stove was burning in his eyes.
A little white smoke came out of the copper kettle, turning the kitchen into a fairyland.
Ye Jindian sat on a small stool, gently fanning the fire with a fan woven from cattails, making it glow red.
The flickering red light illuminated her plump cheeks.
Her cheeks are like a small peach with light fuzz, which looks particularly delicious.
Zhang Min swallowed.
“Gurgle—”
The water is boiling.
The white steam hit the copper kettle lid, making a clanging sound.
The sound of the water was not calm either, it was churning restlessly due to the fire, so it had to push upwards with greater and greater force, trying to break open the lid of the pot.
The lid of the pot was shaking constantly due to the impact of water vapor, rising and falling unsteadily. I tried to hold on tightly to the body of the pot to stop it from swaying, but I couldn't get a firm grip.
Ye Jindian moved back, raised the palm-leaf fan and pressed it against the lid of the pot.
The water vapor was blocked and after a few strong collisions, it turned to the mouth of the pot and spurted out boiling hot water, making the small red clay stove "puff" and "puff" and emit white smoke.
The charcoal fire also went out.
Ye Jindian let go of her hand.
Soon.
The dim red light suddenly brightened again and the fire started again.
Seizing the opportunity, the white steam rushed forward, knocking open the lid of the kettle, gurgling and surging, leaving the lid hanging in the air and spilling moisture all over the ground.
Zhang Min quickly put down the bowl in his hand and came over to clean up the mess on the floor.
Seeing the wet ground, Ye Jindian couldn't help but slap Zhang Min, who was bending over to clean up, with the palm-leaf fan in her hand.
After being hit on the waist, Zhang Min raised his eyes and looked at her innocently.
"What's wrong, my lady?"
Ye Jindian puffed up her cheeks and gave him a glare, snorted softly, picked up the basket and ran out to pick vegetables.
Zhang Min scratched his earlobe.
I wonder if cooking more meat can help my wife calm down.
He peeked out the door and said, "Madam, why don't you sit over there and rest? I'll finish beating the eggs and then I'll go pick the vegetables and wash them."
Ye Jindian's waist and legs were sore, and she really didn't want to squat.
Thinking about his relentless "evil deeds" last night, she felt at ease. She threw the dishes away, waved to Xiao Huang, held it on her knees, and sat against the porch pillar with her eyes closed.
The wind blew, and the thin apricot branches above my head broke with a "snap".
*
The branches fell down and hit Ye Jindian on the head unexpectedly.
She reached out and took off the fiery red maple leaf above her head.
In autumn, the capital city is covered with red maple leaves and is bustling with tourists.
Amidst the noisy voices, she vaguely heard words like "God of Killing", "Northwest", and "Return to Beijing", but she did not pay attention to them.
She twisted the red maple leaf in her hand and passed by the long crowd without blinking.
“Here it comes, here it comes!”
"That's him, the one in the front wearing the golden mask."
…
The words "golden mask" sounded extravagant, and they successfully made Ye Jindian, who was not interested at first, stand on tiptoe and look over the crowd to the general sitting high on his horse.
The general on horseback had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with long legs hanging down. He was wearing golden armor and a golden mask, and had a ring knife at his waist. He looked very majestic.
She only took a glance and wanted to look away.
When she looked back, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the snow wolf head embossed on the jade pendant on his waist.
In the palm-sized white jade, the two gold-threaded emeralds inlaid in the snow wolf's eyes are extremely eye-catching.
Two flashes of green brought back a past event in her memory, causing her to instantly fall into a whirlpool and fall forward.
In the haze, she saw another self in the whirlpool, dressed in tattered clothes, like a little beggar, holding the firewood tightly in his arms, and falling forward.
Two hands reached out and supported her shoulders.
Ye Jindian opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Min who was looking at her worriedly, and the past memories flashed through her eyes.
"My wife?"
She was about to speak, but she suddenly felt pain on both sides of her forehead, as if iron needles as thick as fingers were piercing her.
Under the severe pain, the world is spinning, making it difficult to distinguish between dreams and reality.
"Brother..."
She squeezed his arm and murmured.
Then, her head tilted and she fell softly into Zhang Min's arms, unconscious.
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