After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

After dinner, it was dark.

Song Huiling put the dirty dishes into the lunch box, took it to the kitchen and put it away, then returned to the main room, lit the oil lamp, put the storybook on the bedside, and climbed onto the bed.

She took a pillow and laid her upper body on it. She spread the storybook in front of her, pressed a corner of the book with her left elbow, and began to slowly flip through it.

After reading three books in a row, they all told different stories of young men and women falling in love. The content was rather clichéd and there were not many fascinating points. Song Huiling fell sleepy as she read.

When I was reading the fourth book, I had only flipped through a few pages when my eyelids felt heavy and I fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she slept. In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of someone turning pages of a book beside her ear.

After a while, someone else came with a hot towel to clean her.

After struggling in the nightmare for a while, Song Huiling finally slowly opened her eyes.

He Zhan was squatting in front of the bed, washing her feet.

At this moment, she suddenly woke up, propped herself up and sat up, and opened her mouth with a sticky nasal sound: "Why didn't you call me when you came back?"

He Zhan looked up at her, his eyes moved slightly, and he said meaningfully: "I saw that my wife was too tired to read and fell asleep, so I couldn't bear to disturb her."

"I'm not too tired." Song Huiling covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, "It's just that the story was too boring and I felt sleepy."

"Oh, really?" He Zhan raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips, without explaining too much.

After helping Song Huiling wash up, He Zhan carried the basin and left the house.

Not long after, Song Huiling heard the sound of water splashing outside. It should be He Zhan washing with well water. He always used cold water to wash, which was impossible for someone with a fragile skin like her.

Song Huiling felt that the storybook was too boring and decided not to read it any further. He stood up and put it away, intending to return it to Mrs. Li together with the food box tomorrow.

However, when wrapping the brown paper, it was inconvenient to operate with one hand and I accidentally dropped one of the storybooks on the ground.

The script broke into two pieces and fell down. Song Huiling picked it up and prepared to brush off the dust.

But when I turned the book over and saw its contents, all the blood in my body rushed to my head and face, and my whole face immediately became very red and hot.

It turned out that Mrs. Li had something contraband!

Worried that He Zhan would come in and see it, Song Huiling quickly put the script away, wrapped it crookedly in brown paper, and threw it in a corner of the room.

As soon as he was done, He Zhan pushed the door open and walked in.

He was shirtless, with a piece of cloth casually wrapped around his lower body. There were still traces of water on his body. A drop of water rolled down his chest, along his abdominal muscles, and finally extended to under his mermaid line and disappeared.

Song Huiling's gaze followed the drop of water all the way down, and finally stopped at the place where the drop of water disappeared, and her cheeks became hotter and hotter.

He Zhan took a step with his long legs and walked slowly towards him.

He held up Song Huiling's face, gently pinched it a few times, and chuckled softly: "Madam, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Song Huiling met He Zhan's eyes, and was bewitched by the smile in his eyes so that she nodded honestly.

The low laughter in her ear became louder, and a big hot hand suddenly fell on her waist. In the blink of an eye, He Zhan held her waist and she was sitting on his lap.

He Zhan opened her collar, revealing a delicate white complexion. His big palm landed on her collarbone, then slowly moved down, gradually increasing the strength of his palm.

Until Song Huiling couldn't bear it anymore, she leaned softly on his shoulder and moaned: "Husband, please don't do this to me."

The palm of the hand is not restrained, teasing back and forth at a certain place.

He Zhan's deep voice sounded beside his ear: "My dear, I heard you call me husband in broad daylight. What does that mean?"

Song Huiling's breathing was unstable, and her nails couldn't help but dig into He Zhan's broad back: "Old...husband means husband, I am worried that the relationship between you and me will be exposed in the arena and affect your competition, so I changed the name to something that others can't understand."

He Zhan did not investigate how this name came about. He continued to play tricks on Song Huiling with one hand, and with the other hand he held the back of her neck, resting his forehead against hers. He suddenly whispered, "My lady, I want to hear more. Can you call me again?"

He Zhan patiently coaxed her with a voice that was so alluring that Song Huiling had no power to resist. She followed his wishes and called out softly, "Husband."

The sweet voice is like the singing of a jade oriole, and the tenderness is like the spring breeze.

He Zhan's heart moved when he heard this, and he pressed his lips against hers and gave her a deep kiss.

Song Huiling was held in front of He Zhan, her soft body pressed tightly against his strong chest.

He pinched her waist with one hand and the back of her neck with the other, not allowing her to move at all, and his domineering aura completely enveloped her.

At the back, He Zhan suddenly pinched her waist hard.

Song Huiling screamed, and with dissatisfaction, she put her right hand against his chest, trying to push him away.

He Zhan's big, reckless hand reached into her clothes, becoming even more unscrupulous.

"My lady, don't you like this position?" He Zhan lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe, his words revealing a strong desire.

Song Huiling's head buzzed, and the remaining trace of rationality made her recall the scenes in the storybook, just like what was happening between her and He Zhan now.

However, both people in the painting are naked.

Song Huiling put her hand on his chest to stop him from doing anything bad: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't like it. That's the storybook that Li Pozi gave me. I don't know why there is such a thing."

"Don't you like this? Then I'll go see if there are any other positions that you like." He Zhan said as he laid her down on the bed, then stood up and walked towards the corner where Song Huiling had placed the storybook.

Song Huiling was afraid of him and quickly grabbed his hand: "Husband, don't go."

She moved too hastily and only grabbed one finger of He Zhan.

He Zhan looked back and saw an overly delicate and white hand barely holding his thumb.

In contrast, the hand appears more slender, delicate and boneless.

He Zhan's eyes darkened as he watched her. He stopped teasing her and moved closer to her.

The air temperature suddenly rose, and Song Huiling felt her clothes being stripped off piece by piece, until she finally spoke frankly to He Zhan.

The rational resistance in my heart had already been swallowed up by the arousing desire.

He Zhan did not go to the last step, but he did take advantage of her completely. In the end, he was still somewhat sober and pulled away from Song Huiling.

Song Huiling was so upset by him that she forgot her past solemn words and called him with a dazed look in her eyes: "Husband, please take me."

The lust in He Zhan's eyes completely disappeared. He leaned over and placed a restrained kiss on her forehead: "My lady, now is not the time."

The situation in Qianzhong was turbulent, and he also had a lot of things to do. If he really had a child, he would not be able to spare the time to take care of Song Huiling.

What's more, the string in his wife's heart has always been very tight, but it's just loosened a little at this moment because of the infatuation. She will definitely regret it when she wakes up.

He didn't want to have her when she wasn't completely ready.

Having said that, he couldn't bear it when he saw Song Huiling biting her lower lip, tears in her eyes, and a pitiful look on her face, showing her endurance and pain.

He held Song Huiling in his arms, and said in a deep voice filled with lust: "My wife, I have other ways to make you feel comfortable."

Song Huiling felt very uncomfortable and accepted whatever He Zhan said.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck and gently bit her collarbone, then covered her eyes with one hand and slowly moved his other hand down her fair skin.

Song Huiling's body suddenly became restless, her eyes widened, and she said in a hoarse and unstable voice: "Husband, don't~"

But He Zhan ignored her moans, bent his head and kissed her, swallowing all her sweet sounds into his stomach.