The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

Jiang Nansheng was stunned for a moment, and felt the itch in the palm of his hand flowing along his meridians to his heart, and his emotions were aroused again.

Gu Jinchu turned his head away, just like before, and did not give him a chance to react.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the candlelight on the kang table began to crackle, mixed with a muffled groan.

It was a low, hoarse voice, so beautiful that it made one's heart beat wildly.

Gu Jinchu pursed her lips lightly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes moist and full of spring, and she asked Jiang Nansheng softly if he wanted some hot water.

Jiang Nansheng shook his head, closed her collar, cleared his throat and said, "Eat something before going to bed, otherwise you will feel hungry in the middle of the night."

As he spoke, he became that dignified, self-possessed, gentle person again.

Gu Jinchu couldn't help but look at his waist again.

Under his clothes, he has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, hiding endless power.

Under the candlelight, his fair skin seemed to be stained with a layer of honey, his chest muscles were like barriers, his abdominal muscles were like rocks, and every muscle line showed his masculine charm.

Just looking at it like this was unbearable for her.

In both of her lives, she had rarely seen such a thing, seeing his charming appearance with his clothes slightly opened in the light.

Mr. Jiang Wu, who was well-dressed during the day, was lying on the bed like this...

The scene just now flashed before my eyes again, and I thought of Jiang Nansheng, the dissolute man who was drowning in the sea of ​​desire.

Jiang Nansheng had long noticed Jin Chu's eyes wandering over his chest and waist.

He tied the belt around his waist loosely, and said in a hoarse voice with a hint of danger, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Gu Jinchu took a deep breath, "... Fifth Master, I'm sweating all over just now. You, ask someone to bring in some hot water."

Her face was rosy and she looked shy.

After saying this, Gu Jinchu felt a little regretful because she was pregnant.

But this was not something she could control. She knew there was a way to not harm the child, but also allow her...

Jiang Nansheng's eyes narrowed slightly, then became deep, and his voice was hoarse: "Madam, hold on tight." He carried her to the bathroom.

This was the first time she took the initiative to mention it, and for a moment, it made him even more nervous and excited than on their wedding night.

He liked her initiative and her wholehearted acceptance.

......

It was already late at night when Zheng Mudan came out from her mother's place. She would return to the Peony Garden the next day, so she greeted her father and mother in advance.

Although the Zheng family had her yard, they did not feel more comfortable than in their own peony garden.

Xiwen brought the cooked milk fish maw over and said, "Madam, it's still hot, please be careful."

Ever since the two senior maids serving the Madam got married, she was promoted from the second-class maid.

Zheng Mudan sat in front of the makeup mirror and took off her makeup. She waved her hand and said, "You can go down. There's no need to keep anyone in the room today."

Xiwen knew that his wife had not been sleeping well recently and did not like having people around her, so after hearing this, he agreed, picked up the tray, checked the windows in the inner room, and then walked out.

Zheng Mudan put down the comb in her hand and walked to the Luohan bed against the wall and sat down.

She took a sip of the milk and fish maw and saw the long and narrow shadow on the ground getting closer and closer, until the tall and strong man walked up to her and stood in front of her.

Her expression remained unchanged as she asked, "Didn't you say you were going to send the eldest prince to the temporary palace? Why are you back so soon?"

Qin Lang picked her up with one hand and held her in the position where she had just sat.

The two people's actions seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times. The milk and fish maw in Zheng Mudan's bowl shook slightly, and not a bit of it was wasted, lying intact in the bowl.

Qin Lang grabbed her hand, fed himself a mouthful, and after swallowing it with a pout, he said, "Zheng Mudan, what you said means that you don't miss your man at all!"

Zheng Mudan found the most comfortable, relatively safe distance on his legs that would not irritate him so much, and continued to put the unfinished tonic into her mouth.

"What do I miss you for? Every time you see me, you either make babies or want me to get pregnant. I'm not a machine to carry on the family line, so can't I have some time for myself?"

Qin Lang was not angry but laughed, thinking that Zheng Mudan was becoming more and more like the first time they met. She became more lively and popular.

"It's because you refused to give me a name..." He observed her expression and continued, "When I was young, my mother gave birth to me, which was an eyesore to others."

"But I was very lucky. I was not drowned or poisoned, and I survived chickenpox. My young heart longed for the warmth of family."

He pulled her hand through her collar, and let her touch one of the scars on her waist. "That's it. Fortunately, there is only one scar left."

Qin Lang was acting out of character today. He didn't take any further action, but just held her properly like this, even though his body was extremely tense.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Mudan gently rubbed the area with her index finger and felt a small uneven spot on the smooth skin.

Qin Lang looked rough, but he was tall and strong. Apart from the scars of varying sizes, his skin felt pretty good under his clothes.

She said softly, "I've known you for so many years, but this is the first time I've heard you talk about your childhood experiences."

Qin Lang tucked her other hand into his collar and used his body temperature to warm her hand. "No one can empathize with you. Whether you tell me or not, it won't help me much."

Zheng Mudan was forced to lean on his chest, his body steaming with heat, and a hideous scar running from the right chest to the lower abdomen right within her sight.

The familiar masculine scent hit her face, making her turn around uncomfortably and ask him, "Then why did you tell me that?"

Qin Lang said in a rather rough voice, "The one who wanted to kill us mother and son was the wife of Marquis Xuanping, Princess Changning. If you hadn't picked me up and brought me home that year, I'm afraid I would have been a little boy now."

Zheng Mudan said "Hmm?" "What do you mean by 'little boy'? You get younger and younger as you get older?" Her breath was pumping on his chest as she spoke.

The bronze skin tightened and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared instantly.

His voice was filled with lust, "If I die, I will be reborn as a child..."

Zheng Mudan raised her head, blocked his unfinished words with her mouth, and gently scolded him: "Why are you always so outspoken? If you die, I will not be a widow to you."

Qin Lang was stunned, grinning. He had a lot of words prepared, and was planning to pinch himself hard at the critical moment.

Unexpectedly, Mudan actually said this...

Is she finally willing to marry him?

Seeing his silly look, Zheng Mudan smiled and asked him, "Why? You are pretending to be pitiful, aren't you just trying to make me feel sorry for you?"