Chapter 59: Fanyun and the others will eventually become enemies. ...
"Hmm." Wen Zheliu's whole body trembled violently.
His body was itchy beyond measure. Wen Zheliu was losing ground. He gently exerted force with the base of his palm, trying to push away He Jiuyue who was vaguely attacking him.
He Jiuyue bent down, leaned on his shoulder, and pecked the corner of his mouth several times like a bird.
"Do you like this?" She looked down at him, her voice low and hoarse with emotion.
Wen Zheliu's cheeks turned slightly red.
...Of course I like it.
Before she became pregnant, he longed for He Jiuyue's caress because of his admiration for her. After she became pregnant, this feeling only increased.
He needed her, but he didn't dare to ask for her.
It can only act like a country cat, rolling around at the owner's feet. If it pleases the owner, it will have fresh food to eat. If it angers the owner, it is another matter whether it will be beaten or not, and all it can eat are leftovers.
But no matter what it is, he is willing to endure it.
"I like it." Wen Zheliu's breathing became more rapid.
He was breathing too hard, and his lungs were overwhelmed, making hoarse, gurgling sounds.
A warm breath rushed towards him, and he was like a candle with a lit fuse, which continuously turned the hard wax into flowing wax liquid. The string in his heart, which had been taut all the time, gradually relaxed.
"Are you okay?" He Jiuyue had sharp ears and was close to him, so she could clearly hear his breathing getting heavier.
She tried to retreat and get away, but was pulled back by Wen Zheliu.
"No problem, I can handle it."
Wen Zheliu groped around, wrapping his arms around He Jiuyue's back like a cat scratching at its beloved item with its claws.
"Jiyue, I think..."
He stopped talking halfway through.
He Jiuyue originally thought that he was feeling unwell and unable to speak, until she saw the sly smile on Wen Zheliu's lips, and realized that he was playing hard to get and letting her play the long game to catch a big fish.
...What on earth did he experience in Changle Palace? How did he become so bad?
She swallowed and asked knowingly, "What are you thinking about?"
The two of them were deeply in love, having grown up together and having a tacit understanding, yet he even touched her with red eyes. At this point, what else could it be? He Jiyue was so smart, how could she not know?
Just see through it but don't say it out loud.
"He Wuhuan," Wen Zheliu drew circles on her chest with his fingertips, his breath as fragrant as orchid, "I want you."
His eyes moved slightly, with a bit of youthful willfulness, like the most devout believer who was about to desecrate the Buddha statue he had worshipped for more than ten years.
...It's not like this hasn't been done before, is there any need to put it so elegantly?
However, compared to his previous ignorant appearance, he was much bolder now. In the Zen room where people spoke in a low voice, he could even say such explicit words.
He Jiuyue reached out and gently pinched Wen Zheliu's well-proportioned waist.
"Don't want to get up tomorrow?"
There was another tingling sensation in his waist, and his lower abdomen, which hadn't moved for a long time, also began to ache slightly. Wen Zheliu frowned slightly: "If you are gentler, it will be better, right?"
He Jiyue kissed the peak between his eyebrows and said, "Even if I am light, you must be able to bear it."
"If I can't walk, won't you still carry me?"
Wen Zheliu fumbled around, his hands clinging to He Jiuyue's strong arms, a faint smile on his face: "The main thing is, I missed you."
He Jiuyue kissed the corner of his eye, her speech a little unclear.
"Don't we meet every day? Still want to?"
"Hmm." The wind rose, the waves surged, and Wen Zheliu's heart moved too. He slowly closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the vast ocean, swayed by the waves. "I see you every day, but I still want to possess you. Am I... too selfish?"
"It's not selfish, and I don't mind."
He Jiyue was still lingering in the flowers a moment ago, lost in passion, and the next moment he suddenly pulled away, with no lingering feelings in his eyes: "But this is a Zen room, we shouldn't do these things."
How can I stop now?
He has entered the game and cannot get out without her help.
Wen Zheliu was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He carefully leaned close to He Jiuyue's ear and whispered softly to her.
"Be quiet, so no one else will notice, my wife, please."
He Jiyue put her hands around Wen Zheliu's back and gently hugged his slightly bulging belly: "But you still have a child in your belly."
Wen Zheliu shook his head and told the story.
"She's very tenacious. Even with her father in such poor health and struggling everywhere, she still managed to take root and sprout, and even had the energy to bother me. What a mere... thing is that?"
As he spoke, his face turned red again.
"Besides, what you give her is comfort, and she likes it very much."
"In that case, I will respectfully obey your command."
He Jiuyue gently unbuttoned Wen Zheliu's collar.
Wen Zheliu longed for her, so why didn't she want him too? She never believed in ghosts and gods.
She naturally knew how illusory it was to pray for Wen Zheliu's health... It was nothing more than the blessing of gods and Buddhas, plus her personal care, a two-pronged approach.
As for whether it would disturb the monks nearby, she had already told the abbot not to disturb them tonight.
A faint fragrance floats in the air, and the sound of willow branches breathing softly can be heard.
"Ji Yue...my dear wife, can I call you by that name?" His cheeks turned a bright red like flowers.
"Well, you can call me by my given name if you want."
He Jiuyue gently turned around, facing Wen Zheliu, put her hand on his collarbone, and slowly moved down.
Before I could reach the crystal clear pearl, the person in front of me suddenly groaned, and the tune made the mountain road turn eighteen bends.
"Does it hurt?" He Jiuyue stopped immediately.
…It’s not entirely pain, it’s indescribable.
An inexplicable tingling sensation like ants and insects biting him came over him, and Wen Zheliu endured it until the corners of his eyes turned red. "A little."
It was rare to see him react so strongly. He Jiuyue looked at the place where she had just brushed past, wondering if she had pressed some acupoint where several meridians converged.
If the blood is flowing smoothly, there will be no pain. If there is pain, the blood is blocked. His qi and blood are not flowing smoothly, and he is in pain and tears are in his eyes.
"Did you cough so hard just now that it hurt your lungs?"
Wen Zheliu groped and buried his head in her shoulder.
"It's not a pain inside." His voice was sticky, like brown sugar cooked over a slow fire, with a lingering feeling.
He Jiyue was confused: "Where does it hurt?"
"...My flesh hurts." It still hurts.
"I don't see any broken skin or bleeding. Did you accidentally bump into something?" Puzzled, He Jiyue poked it twice more, "Did it hurt before?"
"It's hurt several times before."
This place is secretive, and this matter is difficult to explain. Wen Zheliu hesitated, "I don't know the reason."
"Let Wu Yang take a look at you when we get back. Let's see what's going on." He Jiuyue felt there was something strange about this matter. He rubbed his jaw with his fingertips, still pondering, "Does it hurt when you touch it, or does it hurt even if you don't touch it?"
"It hurts even if I don't touch it, but it's just a dull pain, not that bad."
Wen Zheliu wrapped his arms around He Jiyue's neck, exerted force on his joints, and nibbled her lips. "A night of love flies by like a fleeting moment. Jiyue, let's not talk about this for now. Let's talk about something else, okay?"
What else is there to talk about? Time to get down to business.
After all, this was not Miss Mao's first time having sex, so He Jiyue was polite at first and then took force, her movements calmly and gently. She kissed Wen Zheliu on the face first, and then... proceeded step by step.
Wen Zheliu was familiar with this, but still couldn't resist. He tried his best to be patient, but still couldn't help asking out loud.
"Is it almost done?"
If the water is gone, it must be destroyed.
"Yeah." He Jiuyue jumped off the couch and rummaged through her luggage, but couldn't find it, so she ran back in a few steps.
"I didn't bring that."
"It's okay," Wen Zheliu touched her wrist, confirmed the position of the base of her palm, and licked her fingertips with his tongue, "Having you is enough."
His lungs were weak and his tongue was pale in color, which was the same as his flushed face due to his deep love.
He Jiuyue suddenly understood.
She always relies on tools, and if she forgets, her hands will do.
After all, she has a baby in her belly, so she has to be careful and it is not safe to use that.
But she has been practicing martial arts for many years and has calluses on her hands.
Wen Zheliu's skin is delicate, and her hands will bleed if they are tied with a hairband for a while. If she acts rashly and doesn't know how hard to use, will it hurt him too much?
"It might be a little uncomfortable, please bear with me."
Wen Zheliu said with certainty: "What my wife gives me, even if it is pain, is a gift."
He Jiuyue said nothing, but just kept attacking.
Wen Zheliu's breathing was much louder than usual.
"She said she missed you."
"Then do you want it?" Hot sweat ran down his back, and He Jiuyue's eyes were full of the blushing and excited Wen Zheliu.
"Hmm! I do, I do."
The doors and windows of the Zen room were closed, and the heat was rising.
The wooden bed swayed gently, and only the flames on the candlesticks remained dutifully still.
Under the warm yellow candlelight, a slightly red mark was faintly visible on Wen Zheliu's head. At first, He Jiuyue was only concerned with bullying him and his awareness of other things decreased. Now that his lust had faded, he vaguely felt that this thing looked familiar.
She seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but she couldn't tell where exactly.
"What's on your head..." He Jiuyue reached out to wipe it away.
"Hiss!" Wen Zheliu covered his hand subconsciously.
He first covered his hair with his hands, and his lazy mind, which was full of satisfaction, slowly told him the reason: this was where his lotus mark was.
And this mark belongs exclusively to the Xiyue royal family, whom He Jiuyue hates the most.
Yes, he was a mixed-race of Western Yue and Central Plains, and was the crown prince designated by the Western Yue Emperor Situ Yun. He was the only male of the Situ clan to be included in the ancestral hall, but he grew up in Central Plains since he was a child, and his heart was entangled by He Jiuyue.
He was so absorbed in his pleasure that he forgot everything else.
He is the prince of Xiyue and she is a general from the Central Plains. The two countries have had a long-standing grudge. The recent lull in hostilities does not mean that the past grudges have been wiped out.
The two of them will eventually become enemies.
How would He Jiuyue feel if she knew that her childhood sweetheart was the Xiyue person she hated the most?
Wen Zheliu was filled with surprise and fear, and broke out in a cold sweat.
Ever since he felt that the mark looked familiar, the heat in He Jiuyue's body subsided, and his rationality, which had been temporarily put aside, returned to its original place.
"You know you have a mark here? How did you get it?"
"...Yes, I understand." Wen Zheliu's mind was working rapidly.
"Before, in Changle Palace, I couldn't see, so walking around the palace was very inconvenient. The servants couldn't take care of me, so I walked alone and accidentally bumped into the table. Now that the wound has scabbed over, it's not that painful anymore, but it hurts when I touch it."
He was injured during the incident in Changle Palace. How could he be injured at that time... It's a pity that she was not by his side.
He silently endured the suffering caused by the unscrupulous spy of Emperor Jingming, and now that they had reconciled, he never mentioned it, so that she would not bother to expose his scars.
It's not right.
But the injured area must be bandaged. Since she has no intention of uncovering it, she should take the responsibility of bandaging it for him.
Feeling sad, He Jiuyue stretched out his hand and slowly touched Wen Zheliu's black hair.
"Let me see."
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