As night fell, after washing up, Jiang Ling leaned on the couch wearing a light pink underdress.
Since she became pregnant, her previous underwear can no longer fit her, and she has to make new ones almost every two weeks. What she is wearing today was just made today.
The fabric was soft and close to the skin, very loose, just enough to cover her pregnant belly.
Her long hair was tied up with a crabapple leaf butterfly hairpin, and the remaining half fell on her shoulders.
Zhou Jing'an took a light green gauze coat and put it on her.
He said softly, "It's cold at night, don't catch a cold."
Then he took a cloth, soaked it in hot water, placed her calves on his legs, and applied heat little by little.
While applying the compress, he turned around and asked her, "Will it be hot? Will it be uncomfortable?"
Jiang Ling shook her head, feeling very comfortable.
The two chatted, and Zhou Jing'an lowered his head and patiently applied hot compress to her swollen area.
After the hot compress was finished, the towel casually slid into the wooden basin and someone cleaned it up. Zhou Jing'an then raised his hand and carried her horizontally and walked into the inner room.
Zhou Jing'an's hair was casually tied with a green hairband. Jiang Ling let him hold her and leaned on his shoulder. Seeing his smooth long hair, she raised her hand to lift a strand and twisted it around her fingertips.
The gauze curtains had been lowered and the servants had all left.
The flickering candlelight colored the night.
Jiang Ling flicked the hairband with her fingertips and it fell off and landed in her palm. Zhou Jing'an turned his head to look at her, and his black hair suddenly fell apart.
Jiang Ling stroked the hairband in her hand and stared at Zhou Jing'an.
She always thought Zhou Jingan looked good with his hair.
There is a kind of beauty that is cool and charming.
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes curved with a smile, and said bluntly: "You are so beautiful."
Little did she know that her round eyes were curved at this moment, reflecting stars, her lips were red, her teeth were white, and her eyebrows were picturesque.
Zhou Jingan lowered his eyes to look at her and chuckled, "Ling'er is prettier."
Jiang Ling took off her coat and lay down safely, watching Zhou Jing'an's long and well-proportioned hands lower the innermost gauze curtain of the bed. The dazzling candlelight was weakened and the surroundings immediately became hazy.
Jiang Ling grabbed his clothes. Zhou Jing'an turned to look at her, thinking that she had something to say, so he leaned over.
His eyes were gentle as he looked at her.
Jiang Ling pursed her lips, raised the hairband in her hand, wrapped it around his neck and then fell down, and she also grabbed the other end.
She slowly pulled down, and Zhou Jingan was trapped by her obediently.
With his hands on both sides of her body, Zhou Jingan followed her strength and moved down, their noses touching and their breaths entwined.
Jiang Ling wrinkled her nose playfully and said with a smile, "Let me kiss you twice."
The corners of his mouth rose, "Okay."
The extremely gentle kiss made both of their cheeks blush.
Zhou Jing'an lowered his eyes, the dark night in them.
"Ling'er, can you..." His voice was hoarse.
Jiang Ling raised her eyes, raised her eyebrows and asked him: "Aren't you unwilling?"
Zhou Jingan was slightly embarrassed, a hint of discomfort flashed across his face, and he said softly: "Doctor Lin said that the fetus is stable now. If you pay more attention, it won't be..."
The tip of his ear was stained red, which was caught by Jiang Ling.
She smiled, her tone teasing, "So when you sent Doctor Lin out today, you specifically asked these questions, right?"
Zhou Jingan was embarrassed and looked up at her, "I can't bear it anymore."
After all, I saw Jiang Ling in front of me all day long, but I could only watch her.
He said softly, "Your acting like a spoiled child today is the biggest test of my willpower. I accept defeat."
Jiang Ling chuckled and raised his chin, "So you admit defeat then?"
A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she touched her fingertips to his chest.
It wasn't winter yet, and Zhou Jing'an had always been in good health, so the inner garment he wore was still a summer style, very thin.
She looked at him with a hooked gaze and said in an ambiguous tone, "What about me?"
The jade-like fingertips slid along his solid skin, like a dragonfly skimming the water, or a breeze passing over the wheat tips, but it made Zhou Jing'an's breathing become heavy in an instant.
Jiang Ling's glance made Zhou Jing'an's heart tremble slightly. He grabbed her hand and kneaded it gently, saying in a low and deep voice: "I admit defeat."
He held her fingertips and placed them on his lips, kissing them softly. His dark eyes stared at her closely, "Is it okay, Ling'er..."
Jiang Ling's fingertips felt numb, and just as she nodded, an eager kiss fell like heavy rain.
The wind suddenly blew at night, rustling the leaves.
The red gauze tent is warm, and the flickering lights illuminate the embracing figures.
As Jiang Ling was being kissed, her heart was beating so fast that she could no longer tell whether it was her breathing or his.
She felt someone sucking her fingertips while she was drowsy. She opened her eyes and saw Zhou Jing'an wrapping the hairband around her fingertips.
Her fingertips were pink, her hairband was light blue, and he kissed her again and again. She murmured incoherently, "Ling'er's hands are very beautiful."
Their clothes were completely removed, as if the white moonlight was reflected on the two of them, and when flickered by the candlelight, the ambiguous silhouettes of the gauze curtains were revealed.
There was a soft pillow behind her waist. Even though she was pregnant, Jiang Ling's waist seemed naturally slender. Even though it was not slender enough to be held in one hand, it still fit easily in Zhou Jing'an's strong arms.
The hair was shaking, and Jiang Ling felt dizzy. Zhou Jing'an's hair fell beside her ear, brushing against the tip of her ear and causing a tickling sensation.
The crabapple leaf butterfly hairpin was about to fall off, so Zhou Jing'an picked it up. He casually tied up his hair with one hand, and inserted the snatched crabapple leaf butterfly hairpin into his hair with the other hand. The loose hair on his forehead hung down, covering his eyes that were as black as ink and as deep as a pool.
Zhou Jing'an reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes and whispered softly, "With your hairpin, I tie up my black hair, year after year, until it is dyed with snow..."
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