Quick wear: Stunning witch lives a long life by giving birth to children

After Jiang Qingxue thanked him, she studied the ink carefully and occasionally added tea for him.

She knew very well that now was not the time, and Song Zhuochi only had a slight affection for her, and had not yet completely let down his guard. Therefore, she was especially good at controlling the situation. After doing all this, she quietly sat aside and read a book.

Song Zhuochi was relieved. Maybe Song Wu was right. Jiang Qingxue was not a serious lady in the palace after all. Even Aunt Chen dared to boss her around. She was just seeking asylum by approaching him and trying to please him.

Who wouldn’t want to flatter the powerful regent?

He leaned on the back of the chair a little tired, and pressed his brows with his knuckled fingers. For some reason, he seemed to be a little distracted today, and he couldn't concentrate.

Jiang Qingxue saw that his brows were gloomy and he looked tired, so she stood up with a smile.

"Brother, is your neck sore? I know a little bit about massaging, and I have massaged my father and mother before. How about I massage it for you?"

Just when Song Zhuochi was about to refuse, Jiang Qingxue had already put her hands on his shoulders. The seemingly weak and boneless hands were extremely strong, and his sore and stiff shoulders were relieved a lot.

"Brother, when you feel sleepy in the future, you can ask Song Wu to massage you more..."

Jiang Qingxue moved her hands from her shoulders to the back of her neck, pressing her cool fingertips on his skin, causing waves of shivers. The delicate fragrance of the woman also penetrated into his nose. Her voice was extremely soft, Because of the exertion, she panted slightly, mixed with her hot and moist breath, which tickled his ears.

Song Zhuochi raised his eyes and looked out the window, but what caught his eyes were the two overlapping figures on the wall, advancing and retreating, drifting, looking particularly ambiguous in such a quiet night.

Just like in a dream, entangled...

Although Song Zhuochi felt that it was helpful, he still stopped her rationally.

"That's enough, go and have a rest!"

Jiang Qingxue let go of her hand and took a few steps back.

"Okay, brother, go to bed early and don't stay up too late."

Jiang Qingxue went outside to call Song Wu. Song Wu soon came in with hot water. Jiang Qingxue entered the clean room next door. The sound of rushing water came from inside. The sound of water stopped. The silhouette is reflected on the screen.

Song Zhuochi looked away in panic, but the sound became clearer.

She seemed to be taking off her clothes. She was taking off her clothes so slowly, one piece at a time, falling to the floor until nothing was left. He could hear the sound of clothes falling to the floor, and the crisp sound of hairpin rings...

Song Zhuochi's mood was complicated. Jiang Qingxue, a stupid woman, really didn't treat him as a man.

It was late at night, and it was a long way from the outer study to Guanlan Pavilion. It took almost a quarter of an hour to walk, but he still insisted on going back to Guanlan Pavilion, leaving the outer study to Jiang Qingxue.

Jiang Qingxue looked out the dark window and sighed.

She admired such a pure and self-respecting man, but now she had to be a shameless person, seducing him again and again and pulling him into the abyss of desire.

She was guilty, and she was willing to use her children to make up for it.

Does that make it even?

……

On the third day, Song Zhuochi came back later than usual. Jiang Qingxue had dinner alone and sat bored by the window reading. It was very difficult to read the manuscript and it took a long time to turn a page.

Song Zhuochi walked in and put a few books in front of her.

"There are some extra books you want."

It's a good thing that a woman loves to read, but she can't just read books for free. She's getting married, and what she should learn is how to take charge of the middle-class husband and take care of the affairs of the family.

Jiang Qingxue took it over and saw that there were actually several account books. She couldn't help but laugh. Song Zhuochi had good intentions. But what does she want with these things? She only needs to take care of her own money and has never thought of taking care of other people's money.

She still thanked her honestly.

"Thank you for your trouble, brother."

As usual, Song Zhuochi was busy as soon as he came back. Jiang Qingxue was beside him, grinding ink and pouring tea for him, moving gently and trying not to disturb him.

……

The rain started to fall outside again, getting harder and harder. The candles were swaying in the wind. Jiang Qingxue hurriedly went over and closed the window, and the room became bright again.

Song Zhuochi spoke expressionlessly.

"Go to sleep!"

Jiang Qingxue obediently stepped aside.

"Okay, brother, let's take a rest early."

Song Zhuochi went to the door to have a look, and then turned back. The wind and rain outside were too strong, and there was lightning. Tonight, Song Zhuochi could only stay in the outer study for the night.

Jiang Qingxue smiled secretly, as if even God wanted to help her. She swore that she didn't want Song Zhuochi's heart, she only wanted Song Zhuochi's body.

Tonight is the best opportunity...

While she was staring at the roof in boredom, she was secretly going crazy, why wasn't Song Zhuochi still asleep?

She was so sleepy that her eyelids trembled, and she finally fell asleep. Song Zhuochi was still burning the midnight oil to fight. The pile of documents and memorials slowly disappeared, and Song Wu also came in to cut the heart of the candle several times.

Xiao Fuzi gradually lost patience and jumped up and down next to him, cursing.

"Man, if you keep staying up late like this, your life will be shortened."

When Jiang Qingxue woke up, it was already midnight. She was awakened by a strange sound. She walked towards Song Zhuochi's bed by the dim candlelight.

Song Zhuochi frowned, his body trembled, his breath was hot and disordered, he kept mumbling, his expression was painful and joyful, and the thin brocade quilt could no longer hide his desire.

It was obvious that he was dreaming, a dream about her.

Jiang Qingxue thought shamelessly, should she get into his bed now? She had planned a plan so hard, wasn't it just to take advantage of the situation? As long as you're pregnant with the child, it's enough, nothing else matters, right?

But she was afraid that Song Zhuochi would strangle her to death in a rage.

She struggled for a long time, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. When she wiped it on her neck, Song Zhuochi suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Qingxue cursed, you can't blame her! It was you who took the initiative!

She got into Song Zhuochi's arms and reached out to touch his waist and abdomen. Song Zhuochi looked elegant and elegant on the outside, but the muscles on his body were strong and powerful. Just like him, he was gentle with an edge that could not be ignored.

Song Zhuochi groaned and shouted her name vaguely.

"Qingxue..."

Jiang Qingxue stiffened, then seemed to be encouraged. She boldly took off her clothes, hooked her slender legs around his legs, and kissed his Adam's apple and thin lips with her red lips. This was her first time with a person. The sleeping man is lingering, but what can be done?

I don't know what Song Zhuochi was dreaming about. His expression became more and more intoxicated and his body became hotter and hotter. Jiang Qingxue wrapped herself around her slightly cold body in an attempt to relieve his discomfort.

Song Zhuochi really felt much better, and his eyebrows gradually relaxed.

Jiang Qingxue's slender waist is getting better and better...

Song Zhuochi suddenly woke up and looked at the woman in his arms with cold eyes.

"Jiang Qingxue, what are you doing?"