Chapter 214 Master, Not Enough
The hangover soup that Feng Yuan had her maid prepare was also brought in.
But Jiang Zhi refused to drink it no matter what.
Helpless, Shen Ci'an had no choice but to dismiss everyone, then held Jiang Zhi on his lap and blew on the spoonful of water to cool it before feeding it to her lips.
"Young Miss, drink your medicine obediently, and you won't feel uncomfortable after you drink it."
He coaxed her gently, without the slightest impatience.
Jiang Zhi took two sips, then complained that it tasted awful and refused to open her mouth again.
Shen Ci'an had no other choice but to take a sip himself and then lower his head to slowly pass it to her, so that her whole body would be imbued with his scent.
After drinking a small half bowl, Jiang Zhi buried her head in Shen Ci'an's chest, hugged his waist, and said in a rare, coquettish voice, "Master, I want to go home."
Shen Ci'an was deeply moved by her words, feeling as if he had a soft, warm cloud in his heart, a bittersweet tenderness that melted into his skin at the slightest touch.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll take you home."
He bent down, picked her up horizontally, and carried her out the door.
Seeing Feng Yuan guarding the door, he nodded slightly, "Thank you so much, Miss Feng, for taking care of my wife these past few days. I am deeply grateful."
He glanced at the sky and said, "I'll bring her back before dark."
Her current identity is Ji Zhiya. Although Xuzhou is quite far from the capital, it is still possible that there are spies from Xiao Xuanyou.
We must be extremely careful not to expose her identity.
Shen Ci'an wrapped Jiang Zhi from head to toe in his cloak, not even revealing her eyes, and carried her to his carriage.
Feng Yuan, who had followed them out, stood there in a daze.
She was overwhelmed by all the news.
Cousin Ya Ya, who came from the countryside, turned out to be Cousin Jiang Zhi, who had passed away long ago in Kyoto.
Furthermore, she was involved with both Lu Yuan and Shen Ci'an.
A world of three is ultimately too crowded.
Feng Yuan couldn't help but sigh.
They returned to the mansion that Shen Ci'an had rented in Xuzhou.
The decorations and layout of the main house were almost identical to those in Kyoto.
Whether it was the hangover soup that worked or the fact that they were in a familiar place, Jiang Zhi calmed down and stopped insisting on going home.
Shen Ci'an had a servant bring warm water, lifted her veil, and carefully wiped away the disguise from her face.
I changed the water and used it to wipe her hands and body.
He did these things countless times after getting married, and his movements were incredibly skillful.
When he unbuttoned Jiang Zhi's clothes and saw the red mark pressed against her snow-white skin below her collarbone, his hand paused, and his pupils throbbed with pain.
He suppressed the bitter jealousy in his heart and pulled her collar open a little more.
The dense, intricate markings, no longer concealed, were as dazzling as red plum blossoms in the snow, completely exposed to Shen Ci'an.
His breathing was rapid, his knuckles white from gripping the handkerchief so tightly, his throat constricted, and his voice trembled with a broken quality, "You and Lu Yuan..."
Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't easily accept the reality when it was presented to him.
Jiang Zhi had been sitting obediently, letting him do as he pleased, but upon hearing Lu Yuan's name, she immediately snorted through her nose, "Don't mention him, I have nothing to do with him anymore."
“Hmm, let’s not mention him,” Shen Ci’an said hoarsely.
The marks on the young lady's body are still very fresh; they must have been there just yesterday.
He could almost imagine the infatuation and passion they felt at that moment.
Shen Ci'an stared intently at the mark, as if he wanted to burn it through.
Finally, he closed his eyes abruptly, lowered his head, and pressed his kiss onto her.
These marks were too glaring; he had to completely cover them up to calm the emptiness in his heart, as if it had been hollowed out.
"Ouch—it hurts!" Jiang Zhi cried out, still not fully sober.
Shen Ci'an came to his senses, gave her a soothing kiss, and then helped her put her clothes back on.
Jiang Zhi, however, felt somewhat unsatisfied.
The alcohol amplified her sensations; she felt as if a million ants were crawling on her chest, and her whole body was burning uncomfortably.
She hooked her knuckles around his palm and said in a sticky, affectionate voice, "Master, it's not enough."
"Hmm?" Shen Ci'an had barely managed to suppress the flutter in his heart when Jiang Zhi's fingertip touched him, and he almost lost his composure again.
Seeing the barely concealed desire in the corner of her eye, and having shared a bed with her for so many days, he naturally knew what it meant.
But Shen Ci'an shook his head and pulled her hand out of his palm.
“Miss, you are drunk. I don’t want to take advantage of you when you are not fully conscious.”
Even though my heart has long yearned for it.
Jiang Zhi frowned, and without saying a word, hugged his lean waist. "Don't you want me anymore either?"
"How could that be?" Shen Ci'an was startled. "I just didn't want you to regret it."
She changed her identity and avoided him the moment she saw him at the Feng residence.
Although he was unwilling to admit it, he knew that the young lady did not want to acknowledge him.
So what qualifications does he have now?
In any case, Lu Yuan found the young lady before him.
He was not a good enough husband.
But Jiang Zhi, who was drunk, had clearly forgotten everything.
At this moment, all she could feel was the pain and sorrow of being abandoned by the person in front of her.
"You bastard, I've waited so long... and you still call me your husband... I hate you so much..."
She sobbed and, in a fit of rage, bit Shen Ci'an hard on the waist.
Shen Ci'an's abdominal muscles tensed instantly, his once clear and cold eyes now darkened with an inscrutable expression, and he looked at her with his chest heaving.
Even through the clothes, her bite didn't hurt at all; only the warm, damp breath sprayed in through the blue shirt, making one's heart itch and throat tighten.
"It's my fault, it's all my fault. I should have come to Xuzhou sooner. Maybe I would have been the first one to find you." Shen Ci'an grabbed her hand and pulled her out of his arms.
Seeing that she couldn't hug him, Jiang Zhi stood on tiptoe, cupped his face, and forced him to bend down, offering her trembling lips to him, "Master, don't leave me."
Shen Ci'an had no idea what to do with his hands, so he just gripped the table beside him, his nails almost digging into them.
Her breathing had long been erratic and heavy, and the taut string in her mind was on the verge of snapping.
When he came to his senses, he realized that he had let Jiang Zhi push him down onto the bed.
"Master, you are so handsome." Jiang Zhi's mind was hazy with intoxication, filled with his reflection.
Her delicate fingertips traced the outline of his face.
"Young Miss...don't do this..." He gripped the bedding tightly, gritting his teeth, letting the boiling blood rush through his body.
His sanity was crumbling. "If you really want to, I can help you..."
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