Chapter 36 She loved seeing him lose his composure a little bit more. She...
The taste of the medicine is slightly different when you take it.
Apart from the taste of medicinal herbs, there is also some meaty smell from pork bones.
Zhang Min took two sips to make sure he wasn't mistaken, then asked his wife, "Did you change the medicine?"
This medicinal soup feels familiar, as if I have drunk it before.
"Hmm." Ye Jindian's eyelashes trembled in the misty heat, hiding her guilty conscience, afraid of being discovered. "I've finished the few doses of medicine. Thinking about how tired you've been for so many days, I made some medicinal soup to replenish your body." She forced herself to remain calm, took two sips, and looked up at his expression. "Is it... not tasty?"
Zhang Min blew away the steam, drank half a bowl, and shook his head repeatedly: "No, it's delicious."
Even if my wife is stewing bran, she can definitely make it more delicious than others!
Ye Jindian's eyebrows curved.
Zhang Min looked at her crescent-shaped, peach-like eyes, raised his head and drank half the bowl, then ran to fill another bowl and put it aside to cool off.
Ye Jindian was not in a hurry. She drank slowly and enjoyed the scenery while drinking the medicine.
April is approaching, the apricot blossoms in the courtyard have all fallen, but the peach blossoms are still there. The branches of the flowers are reaching out to entwine with the apricot branches, swaying in the wind, like a pair of young men and women running hand in hand in the moonlight, revealing some youthfulness and cuteness.
The soft moonlight seemed to favor this scene, rolling past like a veil blown by the wind, casting a hazy white light, and then sprinkling some onto the water tank covered with round-leaf moss, creating wrinkled green patterns, and the reflected light could even illuminate the peach and apricot branches.
Ye Jindian couldn't help but think of her previous dream.
In the dream, she and her handsome husband seemed to be transformed from peach and apricot trees. They were born as children, played in the mountain stream when they were young, and made love by the creek when they were young.
Thinking back to those scenes, I suddenly felt a bloated feeling in my stomach.
She felt strangely hot.
"Husband..." Ye Jindian put down the empty bowl, raised her hand to touch her face, and looked at the person beside her.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Min, who was holding an empty bowl, seemed to be hotter than her.
Beads of sweat appeared on his face, covering his fair and rosy face, like overripe apricots soaked in water, exuding a strong and strange fragrance.
She was a little dazed for a moment.
That kind of fragrance could perhaps be called a tide of passion.
Zhang Min couldn't suppress his emotions, so he could only pull at his clothes to cover them up: "My dear, something seems to be wrong with me. I'll go back first..."
He supported himself with his hands and tried to stand up and leave.
As soon as he lifted his foot and before he could exert any strength, Ye Jindian reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"Madam?" Zhang Min didn't dare to look up at her. He just stared stiffly at the two branches entangled in the wind, his mind vague.
The place where my wife's palm is wrapped around is so comfortable...
Ye Jindian looked at his red neck and ears, and couldn't help but lean closer, stretching out her fingers to gently touch them.
Zhang Min shuddered.
She couldn't help but pinch the earlobe and rub it gently.
What a delicate and soft feel! Even smoother than the finest warm jade, and warm and pleasant, with a translucent texture that is very attractive.
There is really nothing ugly about my husband.
Ye Jindian felt inexplicably proud and didn't notice the person trembling slightly. There was a struggle in his eyes.
The thoughts that weighed on her heart in the past grew secretly. She was driven by them at the moment, obeying her heart. Her fingertips slid down along her earlobe, gently touching his rosy neck, the throbbing warm veins, and the protruding point lurking under the high round-necked robe and thin skin.
The Adam's apple rolls with the rapid breathing, which is really eye-catching.
Ye Jindian's eyes turned away, and all the attention was completely drawn away.
She moved closer.
The scent of apricot blossoms mixed with the scent of medicine caused moisture to form in her eyes, obscuring her rationality, and her eyes were filled with this incredibly beautiful body.
"Husband—"
Her hair, which had been loose since she returned home, slid down her back and slowly poured out along a loose half-tied tie, piling up in his palms and thighs.
Messy and greasy.
The light hair slipped through the fingers, slid down the heels of his legs, and pressed him down firmly.
Zhang Min suddenly retracted his fingers and clasped them tightly on the wooden board. His finger bones and the crimson-stained green veins suddenly stood up, abruptly and eye-catching.
The fragrance of peach blossoms suddenly becomes strong in the nose, like a jar of aged wine, rich and mellow.
He couldn't help but close his eyes, not daring to look at the woman under his eyelids who had her eyes wide open and was curiously teasing her Adam's apple.
But when you can't see, what you hear, hear and feel becomes more acute.
The fragrance of peach blossoms penetrated directly into his lungs. The woman gently sniffed his breath deep in his collar, which echoed in her eardrums. The fingers with thin calluses sliding on his neck were like dense thorns with curved hooks, and their presence could not be ignored.
Wherever the fingertips passed, layers of shivers rose.
"My wife..." He opened his scarlet eyes, and the corners of his eyes were moist like spring water. His palms frantically grasped the fingers that were moving under his collar and held them tightly.
"Husband, you smell nice and are nice to touch."
“!!!!”
Do you know what you are talking about?!
"You, you are drunk." Zhang Min's face turned completely red. He didn't bother to hide it. He picked her up and rushed into the inner room with messy and hurried steps.
Ye Jindian was first surprised by his sudden strength. Seeing him stagger, she quickly put her arms around his shoulders and thought, oh, my husband is showing off again.
I don’t know if my arms and waist will be injured.
Therefore, just as Zhang Min put her down, before he could leave, he was pulled and fell onto the footstool in front of the bed.
Ye Jindian leaned closer to him, her hands roaming over his arms and waist: "Does your hand still hurt? Is your waist okay?"
The rationality that Zhang Min had accumulated with great difficulty suddenly collapsed and dissipated.
He grabbed the last bit of his sanity tightly. He looked up at his wife and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you are doing?"
There was no candlelight in the room, and the moonlight came in through the window, illuminating a piece of flowing light silk, which spread three or five inches on the couch, as bright as snow and as clear as glass.
The peach blossom eyes were lying across this floating light, with a strong desire in their eyes.
She said, "I know."
Zhang Min looked at those blurred eyes and remained silent.
The fingers that were leaning on the edge of the couch were deeply sunk into the soft quilt. The rapid breathing was suppressed, but the scent of peach blossoms was still hard to avoid.
Ye Jindian held up the jade-white and elegant face, lowered her head and kissed the red lips she had been thinking about: "You are my husband, I want to touch you, it's only natural!"
Zhang Min: “…”
It's simply the words of a tiger and a wolf!
The thin shred of rationality that was left was about to dissipate. Zhang Min's Adam's apple slipped, and his thoughts took a turn for some reason. The words that came out of his mouth were mixed with selfishness and were difficult to correct.
He asked, "How do you want to be touched, lady?"
Ye Jindian was stumped.
She had never done such a thing before. She had only skimmed through a few pages of the book "Ninety-nine Strategies to Conquer the Weak Scholar" which she had gritted her teeth and spent a lot of money to buy last time. She knew this sentence but had not had time to read it carefully.
Her eyes wandered, wanting to find a book in the bookcase and open it to take a look.
Seeing her dodge, Zhang Min's rationality suddenly vanished into nothingness and dissipated in the swaying water-like light.
He raised his head, almost bewitchingly, and asked in a low voice: "Where do you want to be touched, my lady?"
Ye Jindian couldn't see the bright black eyes clearly under the light, but she couldn't help but be attracted by them. She stared at those eyes and thought seriously.
The image of a woman sticking out her tongue in a spring painting flashed through my mind.
She couldn't help but reach out and touch those two soft lips, rubbing them greedily and kneading them into a mess of red.
The peach blossom eyes became more and more hazy in the floating light.
Zhang Min tilted his head and kissed her fingertips, his red lips slightly parted: "Madam, do you just want to touch it once? Don't you want to try something else?"
Something else?
Ye Jindian looked at her lips that were rubbed into a bright red, and thought of the soft and rotten apricots stained that red, and her mouth suddenly became salivating.
Then she lowered her head and covered her red lips.
Zhang Min's breathing became disordered, and the tiny veins on the back of his hand came to the surface, and the tangled and undulating muscles clung tightly.
There is a constant wind outside the window.
The branches of peach and apricot trees swept across the eaves, making a "swish" sound like rustling snow, and the fragrance of the flowers cast shadows into the wall.
He moved his tongue a few times, wandering behind his teeth, ready to move but not moving at all.
Her thin lips slowly became wet. Ye Jindian thought that the time was about right. In order not to scare her husband, she reached out her hand and threaded it through the loose hair on the back of his head, lightly touching it with the tip of her tongue, trying to knock open his teeth.
Soft and gentle, like a spark falling into dry wood.
Something deep in Zhang Min's pupils trembled, his throat rolled rapidly, and he let out a long and satisfied sigh.
Then, he tilted his head back and pressed his lips against hers, like a trapped beast that had been hungry for half a month, desperately plundering her lips and tongue.
He probably tried his best to suppress it, but the urgency with which he swallowed was still frightening.
If the first two times were tender and affectionate, then now it was insatiable invasion and plunder.
Ye Jindian's lips and tongue were numb and she could hardly feel their existence.
He was usually calm, composed, polite, and it was rare for him to be so anxious, which surprised her and made her feel a little more fresh and unexpected.
In fact, she preferred to see him looking a little out of control like this.
She wanted to respond, but due to the numbness, she made a mistake in judgment and bit the corner of his lip, causing blood to fill their mouths.
Zhang Min came back to his senses briefly.
Ye Jindian finally got the chance to take a breath and wanted to step back a little, but her lips were bitten and sucked gently.
He seemed to have been immersed in the passion, his eyes were not clear at all, only instinct was taking over. He let her take a breath, then raised his head domineeringly and pulled her down from the tide of passion.
Ye Jindian's hands and feet felt weak.
Her reason also completely flew away, and she only wanted to absorb his breath from him with all her strength.
Any scent is fine, it's just an instinctive desire to possess something on him.
The wind is blowing even harder outside the window.
The strong wind fanned the flames, and the desires in the two people's bones were burned with crackling sounds, one after another.
Seeing the desire spread like wildfire.
Suddenly.
The sound of gongs and drums rang out, shaking up the fragments of reason scattered all over the ground. They barely attracted each other and pieced themselves back together.
Ye Jindian glanced at Zhang Min's lips that were rubbed red, and saw the tiny bite marks, and was a little afraid to meet his eyes.
What a beast!
She raised her hands to cover her face.
Zhang Min's heart went blank for a moment, and he thought, it's over. He just got carried away and accidentally exposed his true nature. He wondered if his wife would dislike him or even suspect him...
He reached out and grabbed Ye Jindian's fingers, feeling his restless blood gradually soaking into the coolness of the night, becoming a little cold.
The warmth on his hand became his reliance for survival. He barely gathered his sanity and let calmness cover his skin: "It's late, my lady, are you tired?"
He reached out and pulled the quilt over her, tucking it in tightly.
Ye Jindian was still feeling ashamed and self-condemned. She was too embarrassed to meet his eyes, so she just lowered her eyes to look at her fingers and kissed him on the cheek.
"Husband, please rest early."
Zhang Min's eyelashes twitched, and a pleasure more subtle and huge than the deep kiss just now climbed up from his tailbone and reached his heart and scalp.
But what follows is the anxiety of not getting the warmth in a legitimate way.
He developed an even more greedy and shameless thought than before, and this thought had taken deep root and was difficult to eradicate.
He kissed her forehead with shame: "Sleep well, my lady."
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