Chapter 7 Whose heart was beating faster...?
A beautiful young woman with flowing black hair unbuttoned her outer garment, revealing a light pink begonia-patterned dress underneath.
The crabapple blossoms are delicate and charming, with clusters of petals and a few pale blue leaves surrounding the central flower that has bloomed to its fullest extent.
It appears fuller, with patches of peach color almost leaping out.
Jiang Shuifu didn't take off her nightgown and went to bed fully clothed.
She threw off the covers and slid down to lean against the sleeping Shen Jizhao.
After doing this, she immediately took a deep breath and gasped for air.
Her ears were like the most brilliant fiery red clouds on the horizon, spreading from her ears all the way to her neck, expanding rapidly from scattered spots to clusters.
Jiang Shuifu looked up shyly at Shen Jizhao.
She felt an unspeakable shame in taking the initiative to pounce on him, and was even more afraid that he would suddenly wake up.
After all, Shen Jizhao was very abstinent and not at all interested in matters between men and women.
That's why she didn't take off her dress; otherwise, she would only be wearing a small undershirt underneath.
Although they weren't physically intimate, and his body was cold, a tingling, burning heat emanating from somewhere was almost scalding her.
This intense feeling is like being under the blazing sun, with layers of air unable to block its unrestrained rays.
At first, she just leaned on him, but it didn't work out, so later she started embracing him.
Jiang Shuifu tightly hugged Shen Jizhao's waist with both hands, and because of this position, her head had to rest on his hard and hot chest.
They were extremely close.
They were more intimate than ever before; even when they consummated their marriage, their hearts had never touched as deeply as they did now.
Shen Jizhao's breath fell on her head, and his heartbeat resounded in her ear.
Jiang Shuifu's heart was pounding just as hard, as if a grand fireworks display had been set off.
*Crack! Crack! Crack!* *Bang! Bang! Bang!*
I wonder whose heart was beating faster.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glistening with tears.
Shen Jizhao had deep and striking features, but his eyes were always cold and devoid of any lust, inspiring awe and making people afraid to approach him.
He closed his eyes, which had been radiating a warning, and his whole demeanor softened instantly.
They embraced each other, as if he were the most doting husband, his dreams filled with tenderness and affection.
Jiang Shuifu was completely absorbed in it.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye.
A very noisy "hiss".
It ended her lapse in concentration.
One sound wasn't enough; in the empty bedchamber at night, one after another, the sounds of silk being torn and ripped echoed, each louder than the last.
The explicit and ambiguous tone resounded throughout the entire palace without any attempt at concealment.
At this moment, Jiang Shuifu, who was lying in the man's arms, had already withdrawn her gaze and closed her eyes tightly as if she could not face it. Only her tender and fair skin exposed to the air trembled.
In his sleep, Chen Jizhao was initially very hot, but this discomfort later turned into cold.
The cold felt like being bound and stuffed into an ice cellar, with countless snowflakes and hailstones pelting him, yet he was unable to move.
Suddenly, a campfire appeared nearby.
The fire was hot and could ward off his cold.
So he desperately tried to get closer to the fire, using all his strength, but still to no avail.
At this moment, an unexpected event occurred: the fire suddenly burst open on its own, exploding into a shower of sparks.
It burned fiercely, and the sparks instantly melted the ice that was thrown at it.
He did receive significant relief, but this was only a temporary solution; his inner self remained like an ancient ice crystal on a snow-capped mountain.
So he tried again, straining to break through.
This time, he succeeded.
Accompanied by a "hissing sound".
That was the crackling sound of burning firewood!
Jiang Shuifu's dress was violently torn and then ruthlessly thrown outside the bed!
Like a green leaf suddenly swept up by a gust of wind, it twirls around a few times before finally falling to the ground!
Jiang Shuifu froze instantly. Now, she really only had her clothes on!
The small garment was extremely form-fitting, completely revealing her body, with the plains and hills clearly defined, forming two perfect, rounded curves.
The man held the curved line tightly in his hand.
Jiang Shuifu opened her eyes again in embarrassment.
He shifted his body slightly.
She rarely encountered this situation and didn't know how to react, so she could only squirm slightly in embarrassment.
The man became angry when he realized that the source of the fire he had been trying to extinguish was attempting to escape.
"Don't move!"
Jiang Shuifu let out a muffled groan, then clenched her teeth tightly, her face turning bright red.
The man's actions were rough, and she couldn't bear it.
"Husband, be gentle, I won't move."
Jiang Shuifu felt the man's rough fingertips constantly moving and rubbing.
The delicate areas instantly changed color, turning a large patch of crimson.
"Yes! I want more!"
Shen Jizhao did not stop. He held her tightly, acting recklessly and shamelessly.
An unusual tingling sensation made Jiang Shuifu's almond-shaped eyes bulge and well up with tears.
She was in great discomfort, and he held her tightly in his arms, drawing warmth from her.
Although Jiang Shuifu felt somewhat ashamed, she did not try to avoid it; they were husband and wife, it was only natural.
Moreover, her husband was not enthusiastic about this behavior and was not usually affectionate towards her.
Being able to lie in her husband's arms is already a rare privilege.
"Listen to me, listen to your husband."
Her hands wrapped around his waist again.
Only at this moment did they show some of the affection and tenderness that a married couple should have.
Shen Jizhao was completely different from his usual indifferent and cold demeanor, muttering to himself, "If you don't listen to me, I won't let you off the hook."
Domineering, powerful, and imposing.
A pair of hands fanned the flames everywhere, showing no regard for reason whatsoever.
Essentially, that's the kind of person he is: outwardly detached and indifferent, but in reality, he controls everything.
A night has passed, and the intertwined figures behind the curtains remain passionate.
Jiang Shuifu slept very restlessly, as if she were in a sea of fire in her dreams. She subconsciously tried to soothe him:
"Husband, I'm giving you everything, please be gentle."
As the surrounding flames raged and her throat was gradually choked, she suddenly opened her eyes.
That's when she realized that she was really being choked.
A large, veiny hand covered her delicate neck and easily coiled around her.
The hand was so strong that it severely restricted her breathing.
Shen Jizhao was completely deaf; what nonsense was she spouting?
Upon recognizing the owner of the hand so close to her, Jiang Shuifu immediately uttered a few soft sounds, her eyes filled with trust.
Shen Jizhao also saw her expressive eyes and gradually relaxed the pressure in his hands.
He scoffed, finding the thing she considered stupid rather odd.
Why aren't you afraid?
Jiang Shuifu clutched her neck to catch her breath, then took a few deep breaths before meeting his bloodshot eyes.
"My husband... is the closest person to me in the world, the person I want to stay with forever. I will only be with him. He is like an eagle, and after he spreads his wings, he needs to return to his nest. I will wait for him and help him. I will never be afraid of him."
Shen Jizhao flexed his wrists, looking at the disheveled woman who had been trying to seduce him all night, now attempting to justify her bold and unrestrained behavior. His expression was unreadable.
However, the darkening in his eyes betrayed his current mood.
He vaguely remembered that last night he seemed to be holding a ball of fire, but somehow the fire gradually softened, becoming like cotton or milk, enveloping him without any gap. Yet he only felt relaxed and slowly became immersed in it.
It wasn't until he opened his eyes and saw the chaotic scene that he realized how absurd it all was.
She even tried to frame him. She was naked and lying on top of him. Was it his doing?
Hmph! His Crown Princess's mind is full of narrow-minded bedroom matters; he truly despises her behavior.
Shen Jizhao moved to get up, but what he saw was a vast expanse of red.
Jiang Shuifu immediately explained:
"My lord, your robe was completely soiled last night, so I changed you into one of my nightgowns. The material is comfortable, so I thought I'd make this outfit myself. What do you think, my lord?"
Shen Jizhao looked down at his bright red nightgown. A black serpent coiled its tail and leaped, its fine, shimmering scales both dazzling and sharp. The whole serpent was both lazy and domineering, but he didn't notice any of that.
He frowned, his lips curving into a smile. Too flamboyant! He's not a woman!
Is she too idle? Why would she make pajamas for no reason?
Jiang Shuifu felt uneasy and didn't dare to look at him boldly. Her face showed a mixture of expectation and nervousness, and she would only look up from time to time to observe his expression.
After a long silence, she finally saw Shen Jizhao's lips part slightly, forming a noticeable curve, his expression as calm as a still lake.
"knew."
Shen Jizhao accepted it. He accepted her gift, this intimate item that only husband and wife could exchange.
A glimmer of light flickered in Jiang Shuifu's eyes. Although he treated her coldly, he still allowed her to stay by his side.
Shen Jizhao didn't say another word and got up on his own.
Upon hearing the commotion, Jiang Shuifu immediately went to check on him and stood in front of him, saying:
"My lord, your wound hasn't healed yet. You shouldn't move around too much, or it might reopen."
She knew that Shen Jizhao was going to handle official business; he never missed a day like this.
She also knew that her husband considered the world his responsibility, and that matters of state and people's livelihood were always the top priority of the entire Eastern Palace, and nothing could ever be overlooked.
Shen Jizhao ignored the woman blocking his way and walked past her.
Jiang Shuifu lowered her head, knowing she had no right to interfere with Shen Jizhao's decision.
She was just worried about his injuries.
All we could do was watch him walk out step by step. His injured arm did not hinder his speed at all, making it impossible to tell that he was injured.
He's always done it this way; he can't make a fuss about it.
His back looked lonely, and Jiang Shuifu knew that feeling all too well.
Unable to restrain herself, she temporarily abandoned the so-called rules and went to grab his arm.
Shen Jizhao was subconsciously a little impatient, but slowly relaxed his expression and slightly curled his lips.
Jiang Shuifu was about to ask him if she could stay, but he suddenly blurted out:
I will come to see you in a while.
Jiang Shuifu didn't react. She stared at him blankly until he left, her eyes fixed on his departing figure and the palace gate.
The tall, robust, and handsome man was no longer standing beside those two red-lacquered doors.
The remaining guards were two rows of uniformly armored men with cold, hard weapons strapped to their waists and their spines straight.
These guards were standard equipment for those under house arrest.
Even as the Crown Princess, she was no exception.
After a long while, Jiang Shuifu slowly broke into a big smile.
A note from the author:
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Look, I wonder if it will get locked.
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