Chapter 27 Kiss Kiss
Ye Jindian swallowed and shook her head.
No, no, her husband is still too weak. How can she have such a ridiculous idea?
"My lady..." Seeing her shaking her head, Zhang Min couldn't help but reach out to support it, fearing that she would get hurt. "Your head has just healed, don't do this."
Who knows whether the dispersed blood clots will flow to other places and get blocked again, causing poor blood flow and causing symptoms such as dizziness and nausea.
It’s better to be careful.
The hand gently placed on the side of my head was warm, even a little hot, but on the slightly cool night of early spring, it was just the right warmth.
The hand was raised, and the wide sleeves slipped down, revealing a white and bony wrist.
——It is called rugged because the bones, tendons and bulging skin and flesh are hard and look very powerful.
But Ye Jindian didn't notice any of this. More striking than his jagged features was the delicate whiteness of his skin. That whiteness had an unusual delicacy, like the finest white porcelain, without a single flaw.
The faint fragrance of apricot blossoms wafts through the sleeves, bringing warmth to the nose.
It smells especially good.
She twitched her nose slightly, leaned forward, and sniffed at her sleeve. "Husband, what kind of fragrance are you using? Why is it so special?"
Zhang Min couldn't help but look down at the sachet he was using to cover up the smell of blood.
"The smell is very light, but also..." Ye Jindian couldn't explain the feeling, she just felt that she wanted to smell it all the way down, like a cat encountering intoxicating mint.
But she is not a raccoon slave.
The movement of her fingers slowed down, becoming more and more like a caress.
Zhang Min only felt a slight tingling sensation at his fingertips, which flowed along the veins to his scalp and spine, causing him to shudder.
He pressed his legs tighter.
"No, there is no special fragrance." Zhang Min withdrew his hand reluctantly and lowered his head to smell it.
The medicine bag is worn on the body to remove odors. Perhaps the cuffs are too far away and the smell of laundry soap cannot be removed.
"Really?" Ye Jindian poured the medicated oil again, rubbed it to warm it up, wrapped the finger completely in the palm of her hand, and rubbed the bruise with the tip of her thumb.
But she felt that the faint fragrance of apricot blossoms could not be covered even by the pungent medicinal wine.
Zhang Min fidgeted: "Yeah."
He was getting hotter and hotter, and he always wanted to lean over and smell the peach blossom scent coming from his wife's body. He wanted to get closer to her and be closer to her.
He swallowed quietly. His throat felt inexplicably dry, as if a handful of yellow sand from the border town had been stuffed into it. Something was grinding against it, urging him to quench his thirst.
The fingers being rubbed felt like red-hot iron, expanding with heat, and the veins wrapped around them were throbbing.
I wish I could break through that layer of skin and stick directly to her fingertips.
Zhang Min's throat rolled.
A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Ye Jindian's forehead. Her mind seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and her reason was blinded. However, her desire broke free from the shackles and was clamoring wildly and making a lot of noise.
At some point, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice appeared beside my ear, saying to me, "What are you afraid of? This is your husband. Whatever you do to him is not excessive."
Ye Jindian lowered her head and blew on his burning fingers: "Does it hurt?"
Zhang Min didn't feel any pain at first, but the cool breeze was like pouring water on a fire, and with a "sizzling" sound, smoke began to billow from his whole body.
A low, sticky groan escaped from his throat.
Some inappropriate erotic images flashed through Ye Jindian's mind.
Even though she was thick-skinned, her face accidentally turned red and stained a pink color. Even her eyes became uncomfortable and shifted away.
"It hurts?" She lowered her head and blew again, "Then I'll be gentler."
The strength of her palm holding him was also much lighter, just a loose circle.
Zhang Min pursed his lips tightly, staring at the red lips that were almost touching his fingertips, and clenched his hands tightly on his knees, as if he wanted to take his knees off.
Ye Jindian watched the bruise on her fingertip fade slightly, then she let go of her hand and ran to wash it: "Okay, I'll apply the medicine on you tomorrow."
Zhang Min's eyes flashed: "Oh, okay."
The atmosphere was too sticky, as if something was trying to stick them together.
Both of them were trying their best to resist the inexplicable feeling.
Zhang Min put his fingers away: "I'll go put away the nails."
Ye Jindian wiped the water stains off her hands and said, "I'll go get the copper kettle."
Both of them ran out in a hurry and bumped into each other at the door.
Zhang Min held her head nervously: "My lady, be careful."
Ye Jindian nervously protected his elbow: "Husband, be careful."
The two forces pulling towards the middle made them stick together, their breaths intertwined.
The scent of apricot and peach blossoms blend into a new fragrance.
Somewhat intoxicating.
Their eyes were hazy for a moment, then clear again. They both slowly let go of each other's hands and took a step back.
Ye Jindian laughed, stepped out of the door first, and went to the kitchen to bring back the copper kettle; Zhang Min followed closely behind, hammered the nails into the wooden board, and then put away the tools.
The two men bumped into each other head-on on the □□ trail, one on the left and the other on the right, just blocking each other's way.
Ye Jindian simply stopped and said, "Husband, go put the things away. I'll wait for you in the corridor to take out the copper kettle."
"Okay." Zhang Min's ears turned red and he lowered his head and ran to the woodshed next to the kitchen.
Afraid that his wife would have to wait for a long time, he walked out quickly and came back quickly. After filling the water, he ran back to the kitchen to fetch water for his wife to take a bath.
He wanted to take a cold shower, but Ye Jindian watched him scoop water, so he had to fetch two more buckets of cold water and mix them together.
Warm water has no effect in reducing fever.
Zhang Min was glad that he had changed into a long robe with wide sleeves, which was enough to cover it up.
Inner room.
Ye Jindian still felt hot and even drinking three bowls of cold boiled water did not quench her thirst.
She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her neck, pushed open the window and opened the door, and inhaled the fragrance of apricot blossoms.
That chaotic and hazy feeling is back again.
She maintained the movement of opening the door, lowered her eyes and thought about how obsessed she was with lust that she was facing the situation of losing control and being on the verge of collapse.
hiss--
Why does she feel that the "lust" she had before and the "lust" she has now... are somewhat different?
Something is wrong.
"Madam?" Zhang Min looked at the person who was blocking the door tightly and whispered, "You... move to the side?"
Ye Jindian let go of her hand, stood against the door, and stared at him busying in and out with burning eyes.
Zhang Min was so shocked by her stare that he broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but bend his waist slightly.
Why is the lady looking at him like that, with such strange eyes? Has she discovered something?
He quickly wiped the floor clean, picked up the wooden basin and ran to wash his hands.
Just when he was about to sneak back to the inner room to hide and calm down, he saw Ye Jindian, who had been staring at him silently, beckoning her finger: "Husband, come here."
Zhang Min was embarrassed: "My wife, is there something wrong?"
Ye Jindian turned around and went into the inner room. After thinking it over for a while, Zhang Min gritted his teeth and followed her in.
"Close the door."
Zhang Min tugged at the hem of his clothes: "Isn't this bad?"
Ye Jindian sat down on the edge of the bed, looked up at him, but before she could say anything, Zhang Min closed the door.
"What do you want from me, madam?" He moved closer reluctantly.
Ye Jindian moved the embroidery stool in front of her and patted it: "Husband, please sit down."
Zhang Min crossed his left arm in front of him, covering his front with his wide sleeves. He pulled up the hem of his clothes with one hand and sat down: "Madam, I..."
As soon as she sat down, Ye Jindian clamped her legs around the sides of the embroidery stool. Zhang Min was frightened and closed his legs, and the tall and thin man curled up into a small ball.
"Madam?" He was puzzled, and his shoulders couldn't help shrinking, for fear of touching her knees through the thin trouser legs. "What are you doing?"
Ye Jindian rested her elbow on her left leg and stared at his moist red lips as they opened and closed: "I'm trying to clarify a question."
A very serious question.
Zhang Min's Adam's apple rolled as he asked, "What's the problem?"
He had to be squeezed together to ask.
"I was wondering what influenced my many complicated and impulsive thoughts tonight." Ye Jindian didn't dare to say that he was noble, but he didn't think he was despicable.
No matter how much she wanted to be close to someone, she wouldn't let her imagination run wild just by looking at their wounds.
Perhaps it was the tonic soup that stimulated her desire.
But then she thought, to stimulate growth, there must be signs of growth first. Otherwise, no matter how fertile the land is, new sprouts will not appear for no reason.
Zhang Min was a little nervous for no reason: "What's the idea?"
He pressed his cuffs tighter with his fingertips.
Ye Jindian suddenly moved closer to him, lowered her eyes, looked at his lips, and did not answer him, but continued: "I understand now."
She did want to kiss him.
Zhang Min: “!!”
What is the lady saying?
"What about you?" Ye Jindian slowly raised her eyes and looked into his. Her peach blossom eyes curved and showed a hint of smile. "Have you figured it out?"
Was the emotion I felt just now due to lust or the tonic?
Zhang Min's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a sense of panic as if his true thoughts had been guessed. His breathing grew heavier, and the corners of his eyes turned red. "They say 'spring is in full bloom on the branches of red apricots.' Now that the apricot blossoms are in bloom, is spring here?"
Ye Jindian: "Not coming."
Zhang Min's eyelashes trembled slightly, and an indescribable sense of loss filled his heart.
"Spring doesn't need to come." Ye Jindian leaned over and pressed her lips against his. "If the apricot blossoms bloom, spring will come naturally."
Zhang Min: “!!”
Ye Jindian had never seen anyone kissing before, and books didn't talk about such things. She kissed him a little, but it didn't feel enough, so she tried a wet peck.
After pecking, he still felt it was not enough, so he frowned in distress.
At first, Zhang Min didn't dare to move. He just kept his eyes open and watched his wife's actions. When he saw her frown, he thought she disliked his stupidity and wanted to get closer to him.
Just as her mouth pouted upwards, she asked cautiously, "Can I move?"
Ye Jindian didn't understand what he was saying: "Of course."
Zhang Min then tilted his head back and leaned forward gently, supporting himself with his hands on the bed, tightening his grip and controlling his strength, biting his wife's lips and slowly wetting them.
Afraid of disgusting her, he didn't dare to go too far.
The tongue hidden under the red lips is dormant in the mouth.
Ye Jindian quickly learned how to give a gentle and intimate kiss and kissed him in return.
She thought to herself, how could scholars be so polite even when kissing?
But hearing how heavily he was breathing, she didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of kissing her handsome husband to the point of fainting.
She could only pinch her calves tightly and bear it.
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