Chapter 158 My wife likes it not only as a cushion, but also for something much more...
A light drizzle fell during the night, and Zhu Liushuang got up to close the window.
She walked barefoot onto the balcony, and the night wind, carrying a dampness, blew in gusts, lifting the hem of her skirt high.
Before the window was fully closed, the door behind me opened first.
The lights were dim and half-lit. He Ming stood at the door, staring blankly at her back as it was swayed by the wind.
Hearing the noise, Zhu Liushuang subconsciously turned around.
As the body turned, the already loose bun at the back of the head swayed playfully, and a few strands of hair fell out.
"Honey, why did you bring that over too?" she asked, glancing at the "cushion" in his hand.
A breeze slipped in through the gaps, ruffling the stray hairs at her temples and causing the hem of her silk nightgown to flutter. He Ming lowered his gaze, remaining silent for a long time. His eyes traveled down her unadorned face, lingering at the base of her thighs.
The gaze was intense; the woman's porcelain-white, soft skin made one's throat tighten.
He turned his head away, trying to suppress his gaze, but the corner of his eye fell squarely on her naked feet.
"Honey, what are you thinking about? You won't say a word when I ask..."
Suddenly snapping out of his daydreams, He Ming quickly stepped forward and said with concern, "It's windy at night; walking barefoot can easily make you catch a cold."
Zhu Liushuang covered the hem of her skirt, completely unconcerned about the slight chill: "Qingming Festival is over, how cold can it get? It's fine."
He Ming frowned in disapproval, threw the "pillow" onto the bed, and walked straight toward her.
Before Zhu Liushuang could react, he had already bent down in front of her.
The man's large, warm hands climbed up to hers, one going under her knees and the other encircling her back. His palms were so hot that they made her shiver.
"Have you forgotten what the doctor told you?" He gave a serious "hmm" and picked her up in his arms.
"Oh—" Zhu Liushuang knew she was in the wrong, so she lowered her head and pretended to be aggrieved. "Just this once, why did you look at me so fiercely? It was really creepy..."
"Is he very fierce?" He Ming thought to himself that he was just a little serious, so how did she see him as a "fierce and evil spirit"?
Zhu Liushuang tightened her grip on the back of his neck and said seriously, "Yeah, super fierce... Every time you put on a stern face, I feel like I've done something terribly wrong."
"Is it really that scary?" He Ming began to reflect.
"Ugh, it's really scary...like a stern, old-fashioned little old man." She teased him, as if she had a bellyful of grievances.
This sight broke the heart of the man holding her. He Ming kissed the top of her head apologetically and said as gently as possible, "Then I'll be more careful in the future... wife."
The person nestled against his chest suppressed a laugh, and when they looked up again, their face was still pitiful: "Don't frown all the time, smile more! A smile makes you ten years younger."
“Okay—” He Ming gazed at her, the curve of his lips slowly widening until it turned into a genuine smile.
In that instant, Zhu Liushuang forgot to breathe.
She gazed intently at him, feeling as if his smiling eyes were a lamp lit in the dark night, illuminating only her. His eyes shimmered, clearly reflecting her image.
He smiled at her, and her figure moved in response.
Reason and restraint were thrown to the winds; the only thought in her mind was: I really want to kiss him.
Zhu Liushuang honestly followed her heart, pulled down his neck, and kissed him deeply.
First she caressed him, then gently bit him, and then used the tip of her tongue to pry open his teeth... Compared to before, her kissing skills had greatly improved, and she was able to kiss him back and forth for a long time.
After a passionate kiss, both of them were panting heavily.
Zhu Liushuang clung to his lips, refusing to leave, and whispered, "Husband...you...you look so handsome when you smile. So handsome..."
"What?" He Ming pressed, a hint of smugness inadvertently slipping from his eyes.
"Mmm... You're so beautiful I want to kiss you forever!" As soon as the words left her mouth, Zhu Liushuang seemed to suddenly come back to her senses and covered her mouth shyly. But her composure only lasted a few seconds before she was defeated by the smile that someone else had revealed again.
With such beauty before you, not touching her would be a waste...
With that thought in mind, she simply tilted her head, closed her eyes, and sealed his lips with hers.
...
Her hot breaths gushed between his lips and teeth; her kiss was a gentle plunder, each suck and entwine a silent declaration of her unique possession of him.
The man holding her lived up to expectations, responding to her with even greater passion.
He steadily supported her, kissing her as he walked towards the bed.
His body jolted, and Zhu Liu's smooth legs swung back and forth with his movements. (Can't I even just hug him and kiss him on the lips?)
...
Their lips heated up as they rubbed together, until they were burning painfully hot, before they reluctantly let go.
"Husband—" Zhu Liushuang raised her hand and cupped He Ming's face, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness, "From now on, you have to smile at me like you did tonight, okay?"
It wasn't a request; it sounded more like an order.
But He Ming readily agreed: "Okay—"
"Mmm—" Zhu Liushuang playfully rubbed his face, then added, "But you're not allowed to smile like that at other women!"
"good--"
Zhu Liushuang felt an overwhelming surge of possessiveness at that moment, so she narrowed her eyes and shouted, "Men won't do either!"
"Okay, I'll do whatever my wife says."
She was extremely satisfied with his answer, and wrapped her arms around his neck sweetly, laughing out loud.
After hanging on He Ming for a while, Zhu Liushuang finally begged him to put her down.
The man's deep voice muffled in his chest: "Wife, want to give it a try?"
"Try what?" She turned around, her gaze lingering on the direction he was pointing. "A cushion, you slept on it this afternoon. I was just asking you why you brought this bulky thing in..."
"Try lying down again..." the man coaxed her, a strange glint in his eyes.
Zhu Liushuang asked, puzzled, "Are you going to give me a massage?"
"Um--"
"Perfect timing, my back aches from mopping the floor today." As she spoke, she rolled over and climbed onto the cushion. "Honey, be gentle, my shoulders hurt even more after the last massage."
"Hmm—" He Ming's voice was even deeper, his gaze fixed on her graceful figure.
At this moment, Zhu Liushuang had her back to him, completely unaware of the scorching and dark gaze on her back, and even less aware that a "thorough and exhilarating" storm was about to arrive.
When did the situation start to spiral out of control? Zhu Liushuang couldn't figure it out.
She only vaguely remembered that at first, He Ming was indeed giving her a proper massage.
He used just the right amount of force; his hands, pressing and kneading her waist, relieved the aches and fatigue of the day.
But gradually, the orderly rhythm was disrupted, and the warmth slowly spread out along the curve of her waist, surging in all directions.
Soon, a thick, dark cloud drifted in from the horizon, carrying a sense of tenderness, and enveloped everyone.
As the rain pattered outside the window, a similar drizzle fell on her heart.
She tilted her face up to receive the rain. Together with the clouds, she hummed a melodious tune and danced gracefully.
...
It wasn't until weariness crept in that Zhu Liushuang belatedly realized that the "pillow" she was holding so tightly seemed to be more than just a pillow.
It was a small boat leading to a dream, guiding her to knock on the door of magnificent scenery.
That night, she was like a maltose pancake being slowly baked in the hot sun, gently turning over and gradually melting on this "small boat".
...
Her thoughts stretched out like long, thin threads, tangling into knots in her mind.
In the dim light, Zhu Liushuang heard He Ming asking her, panting heavily, "Wife, do you like this pillow?"
She was completely exhausted, her eyelids were practically glued shut, and she had no time to pay attention to him. She unconsciously hummed in agreement and then drifted off to sleep.
And so he missed the softest whisper from his partner: "Honey, it's not a backrest pillow, it's called a bedroom mat..."
It was late at night, and those who had been tormented half the night were already fast asleep, while someone who had done the hard work was still full of energy.
He picked up his phone from the bedside table, opened the shopping app, clicked on the latest order that showed as delivered, and left an anonymous five-star review: "[Recommended, my wife loves it.]"
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After several spring rains, the temperature in Gucheng gradually rose. With only half of April gone, there was already a hint of early summer in the air.
Zhu Liushuang didn't have high expectations for the May Day holiday in two weeks. He Ming had been so busy with work in the first half of the year that she had already made plans to stay at home.
Little did I know that the surprise would come so quickly.
When she got home from work that day, she heard a clattering sound coming from the kitchen. Turning to the door, she saw her husband wearing an apron and chopping vegetables on the cutting board.
It's like the sun has risen in the west! Zhu Liushuang was both surprised and delighted. She asked around and found out that the annual report audit that had been keeping someone extremely busy was finally over, and there would be about half a month of free time ahead.
"Honey, where do you want to go for the May Day holiday? How about we go on a trip?"
"Are you sure you're free?" Zhu Liushuang asked hesitantly. Many times, when the two of them were eating out, He Ming would take out his laptop and start working halfway through the meal. "I don't want to go out and have to watch you work."
“Confirmed—the minor tasks can be handled by Gu Xufeng and the others,” He Ming affirmed. “We’ll depart at the end of April, take five days of annual leave, and with May Day and the weekend included, we’ll have more than ten days…”
"Ten days!" Zhu Liushuang exclaimed excitedly, "How extravagant..."
Having never properly traveled before, this was her first long trip with He Ming, so she was naturally excited.
"Okay, you pick out a place first, I'll take care of the planning and everything else," the man said calmly.
Hearing him say that, Zhu Liushuang felt even happier: "Great... then, can I just follow you around without even using my brain?"
“Okay…” The man stopped what he was doing and looked at her with a smile. “Don’t worry, we’re going on a road trip, so I’m not afraid you’ll get lost.”
Upon hearing that it was a "self-driving trip," Zhu Liushuang's eagerness to travel grew even stronger. She opened her phone's search engine and quickly typed in: Where is a good place to travel at the end of April?
The first thing that catches the eye is an advertisement from a travel agency, followed by a list of popular tourist cities compiled by many netizens.
She clicked through the pages one by one, browsing carefully, muttering to herself, "Hanzhong, Yili, Zhangjiajie, Kunming, Qingdao... Ugh, it's so hard to choose!" She had never been to any of these places, and just looking at other people's recommendations online made it impossible for her to make a decision.
"Honey, why don't you decide..." she muttered, passing the buck to He Ming.
The man, who was meticulously chopping vegetables, paused for a moment, then looked up and asked her, "Wife, how's Spring City? In April, the jacaranda flowers are in bloom there; you should like them. We can stay in Spring City for a few days, then head south to Licheng..."
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Author's Note: [Milk Tea] This man is really deep-thinking...
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