He put the cloak on her from behind and hugged her from behind.
Feeling his intimate gestures, Jiang Ling glanced around and saw that all the servants had gone out. Nowadays, whenever Zhou Jing'an was in Qiyun Pavilion, most of them would consciously hide.
She turned around, looked at his gentle eyes, and suddenly wanted to give him a good morning kiss.
As soon as they got close, Zhou Jing'an put his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply.
Jiang Ling was not released until the cold air of the early morning turned into the ambiguous breaths that lingered between the two of them.
She had just relaxed for a few breaths when Zhou Jing'an looked at her with burning eyes, "You still want to kiss me..."
Jiang Ling laughed as if she had provoked a little wolf cub, climbed onto his shoulders and accepted his kiss.
She was held tightly in his arms until her face turned red. Only then did Zhou Jing'an bury his head in her neck to calm his breathing, hiding the desire swirling in his eyes. He just leaned against her and whispered softly, "Ling'er..."
The kiss containing the cool morning dew ignited the long-standing desire. After sending Zhou Xian back to the east wing in the evening, Zhou Jing'an hugged her.
Holding her hand, kneading and kissing it, Zhou Jing'an's voice was hoarse and seemed to contain aggrieved feelings.
"Half a year..." he murmured.
He hadn't dared to touch Jiang Ling since she was eight months pregnant, and he didn't dare to do anything to her until now. Even during her pregnancy, he had done it before, but he was afraid of hurting her, so he didn't dare to do anything reckless.
She was held tightly in his arms. She had just finished washing up, and her temples were still wet. The light pink underdress reflected her cheeks, illuminating her beautiful face as pink and tender as a delicate flower. Zhou Jing'an stared at her closely, his eyes dark, which made Jiang Ling blush.
She kissed him on the side of his face and whispered, "Go and put down the curtains and extinguish the candles..."
Zhou Jing'an's eyes lit up with surprise for a moment. He carried her to the bed, turned around, put down the gauze curtain, extinguished the other candles, and left one on at the door.
When she reached the bed, she hesitated for a moment, leaving the candle at the foot of the bed burning, and got into the bed. The light pink curtains were lowered, blocking most of the light. Only a faint light came in, creating a halo. The narrow bed became ambiguous in an instant.
Before Jiang Ling could ask him why he didn't put out the candle at the foot of the bed, his tall figure loomed over them.
She saw his burning gaze and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
"Zhou Jingan, um..."
The gentle long kiss made her body soften, and she let him ruthlessly throw her soft light pink underwear to the end of the bed.
Jiang Ling has a very good figure. Since giving birth, she has been doing yoga behind people to restore her figure. For some reason, she seems to be more graceful than before.
It was softer and more plump, and the waist was thinner and softer, so he could hold it with his two big hands.
Zhou Jing'an's breathing was heavy and his eyes were red.
The lights in the main hall of Qiyun Pavilion were turned off early, and the servants left on their own accord. Even the bright moon in the sky hid in the clouds.
The noise in the house startled the birds on the branches, and they flapped their wings and flew away. A gust of evening breeze picked up, and the candlelight at the foot of the bed flickered, and the veil swayed slowly. The window had been forgotten to be closed. Zhou Jing'an hurriedly hugged her, kissed her forehead gently, and pulled the brocade quilt over her.
He gently brushed her sweat-soaked hair and placed a cherished kiss on her. His voice was as deep as the night when he opened it.
"I'll go close the window."
Jiang Ling's eyelashes were wet with tears. She watched him get out of bed to close the window and pour him a glass of warm water.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, he chuckled, "Let me feed Ling'er..."
Jiang Ling blushed and stood up. He took her clothes and wrapped her up in his arms, holding her in his arms, and took a sip from the cup.
Zhou Jing'an just looked at her quietly with a doting smile.
After drinking two cups in a row, Jiang Ling felt that her hoarse throat felt better.
He hugged her tightly, looked into her eyes, and coaxed her, "Please, Princess... give me a drink of water..."
Her peach blossom eyes were filled with tenderness and sweetness, yet contained a teasing chuckle.
Jiang Ling blushed, bit her lip and glared at him, then raised her hand and held the teacup to his lips. Zhou Jing'an chuckled and tilted his head back to let her feed him, his eyes fixed on her, staring at her so intently that Jiang Ling felt hot all over.
"You're getting more and more shameless..." she cursed softly.
Zhou Jing'an laughed out loud instead. He turned his head to glance at the sky, took the quilt, wrapped her up, and carried her horizontally. "It's almost midnight. I'll help Ling'er wash herself. If you're sleepy, go to sleep."
Jiang Ling let him do whatever he wanted, soaking comfortably in the tub. She closed her eyes and thought, he really is a little wolf cub, and he's starving. It's already twelve o'clock, and it seems like he's been lured to bed by him right after dinner...
The next day, Jiang Ling slept in for the first time ever.
In the past, she would get up early to pay her respects to the elders, but since Zhou Xian was born, she always had to get up early to take care of him. Today was the first time she woke up at noon.
She opened her eyes and was stunned for half a minute before she came to her senses. She felt pain in her waist and legs. She gritted her teeth and cursed him inwardly, and then the culprit came.
Holding a bowl of snow pear and white fungus porridge that had been kept warm, he looked at her with eyes as gentle as water, "Are you hungry? Come and have a couple of sips."
Jiang Ling glared at him, which earned a chuckle from him.
He fed her spoonful by spoonful, his eyes showing heartache, "My voice is hoarse from shouting yesterday, this is just right, ouch..."
Before he could finish, Jiang Ling punched him. She hit him in embarrassment, "You're still talking."
Zhou Jingan didn't get angry either. He smiled and coaxed her: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Have a few more sips."
After Jiang Ling drank a whole bowl of porridge, Zhou Jing'an rubbed her waist for a long time. When she felt better, he helped her put on her clothes. Looking at the dense marks on her skin, he felt a heat in his ears, and was glared at by Jiang Ling with a red face.
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