The wind swept through like remnants of clouds, and she seed to beco the food in his mouth.
Perhaps the timing was just right; Qu Fulan felt a sense of yearning erging within her body.
As if particularly empty, needing sothing to fill it.
His kisses fell like raindrops, densely and continuously landing on her face, her eyes, her nose...
Everything happened so suddenly, yet so naturally.
Qu Fulan finally understood how a man can bring such pain, yet also provide such extre pleasure.
The servants had long tactfully stepped aside, but didn’t dare go too far, in case there was a need for sothing, like water or anything, so they could respond promptly.
This night was a bit too long.
Water was called for five or six tis during the period; originally, the maids whispered among themselves, but eventually, after running back and forth to the kitchen to fetch water, they were exhausted.
They were tired just running to the kitchen, how must the people involved feel?
By the last ti, Qu Fulan couldn’t even lift a finger.
Her entire body felt sticky and unbearably uncomfortable.
Even though there were ice blocks in the room, they ultimately couldn’t resist much of the heat.
Not to ntion, the two of them indulged in heat-inducing activities.
She couldn’t even utter the words "bath," only feeling as if her eyelids were battling each other, struggling to stay open.
The man, however, was still vibrant and lively, and without needing her to say, he called soone to bring water.
What to say about this kind of thing—once it starts, it won’t easily end after just once or twice.
Unfortunately, she was too delicate; a slight touch left marks on her body.
Just look at the person on the bed now, the beautifully curved jade back covered with various purple marks.
It wasn’t that Heir Pei wasn’t compassionate, but in these matters, who could control themselves?
No wonder those n enjoy such things tirelessly, visiting various pleasure houses all day long.
It turns out, it really is wonderfully exquisite.
This was also Young Master Pei’s first ti experiencing this; he felt as if encountering sweet dew after a long drought, making it hard to stop.
Also, on the bedding, a conspicuous stain of crimson caught Pei Ji’an’s eye. He raised an eyebrow, folded it up, and locked it in the cabinet.
Qu Fulan only felt that this sleep was particularly deep and long. Upon waking, she had a sense of not knowing what day or year it was.
Just a slight movent made her feel pain all over.
It was even more severe than military training.
She seed a bit dazed, staring blankly at the scene in front of her, as if trying to recognize where she was.
"Awake?"
A deep voice sounded by her ear. She turned to look and saw a handso face before her. Instinctively, she said, "Han Che?"
Pei Ji’an’s face imdiately darkened.
"Who is Han Che?"
Seeing this, Qu Fulan instantly snapped back to her senses.
After consummating the marriage, hearing one’s wife call out another man’s na—is there any way for soone to feel happy about that?
This is like a man calling out another woman’s na after sleeping with a woman—a total player behavior.
She hurriedly sat up to explain; as soon as she moved, she felt a certain place being pulled tight, making her frown directly.
The man’s expression remained sowhat sour, but he still ca to press her down, "I just applied dicine for you, you should keep lying down, moving around for what?"
Qu Fulan faintly perceived a cool sensation below, so she didn’t move randomly. Otherwise, sitting up was also easy to bump into.
She lay there looking at him, and he stared back at her. Before she could say anything, he asked again, "Who is Han Che?"
Qu Fulan hesitated to speak.
How should she put it?
Han Che is the boyfriend in her second dream, who was incredibly wealthy.
Because last night she had a stormy night with him in reality, but after falling asleep, that dream reappeared; she spent a long ti with "him" in that dream, resulting in her mistaking him at first glance upon waking.
But that was in modern tis; this is ancient tis. How would she explain a modern dream to him?
Of course, she couldn’t tell the truth, so Qu Fulan slightly altered the dream, saying, "I had a dream last night, where I dread of you, only in the dream your na was Han Che... so I montarily misspoke."
One cannot be too honest in life; sotis, so white lies are needed for life to proceed happily.
This explanation didn’t soften Pei Ji’an’s expression much, but at least it didn’t leave him as perturbed, although he still minded hearing another na from her mouth, even if it was his own, it felt sowhat strange.
Qu Fulan naturally sensed his emotions, but she pretended not to know, taking his hand and placing it on her cheek, "I always feel that dream is our past life, because we loved each other so much, thus we have this life again."
Look, when a woman uses her mouth to cajole, it’s quite sothing—whether true or false, in any case, Pei Ji’an’s heart was completely cleared of any gloom after hearing this explanation.
"Hungry? Want to eat sothing?" He pinched her little cheek.
Qu Fulan only then noticed her stomach growling, asking what ti it was now.
"It’s already 1:45 PM," he said.
Qu Fulan was utterly stunned, no wonder she was so hungry; she had slept straight into the afternoon!
Yesterday, they had ssed around since before dawn, not resting until late into the night.
"Hungry, I’m very hungry." She slightly pouted, expressing her discontent.
A beautiful person pouting is always adorable, Pei Ji’an couldn’t hold back and leaned in for a kiss, then called soone to bring food.
More precisely, he called for porridge. He had nourishing porridge prepared to supplent her nutrition well.
Qu Fulan wanted to sit up to eat porridge, so she needed to get dressed. However, not only was her whole body sore now, but a particular spot also hurt terribly; every move had to be cautious, and he was attending to her throughout.
Initially, he picked up that little garnt like an eye mask; he rembered clearly how he took it off last night, having to admit that it’s a good thing, causing one’s blood to boil just looking at it.
No wonder she turned red like that when he initially took it to use as an eye mask, Young Master Pei remarkably no longer felt embarrassed by his earlier actions, but instead marveled at the garnt’s useful purposes.
"Not this one, change to a bandeau," Qu Fulan imdiately felt a rush of blood to her head as she saw him holding the sexy little garnt, "it’s good to wear this when going out, but at ho, a bandeau works fine."
Pei Ji’an’s expression appeared sowhat regrettable, yet he obediently fetched a bandeau.
Then, the dignified Young Master Pei at Pei Mansion was helping a woman put on a bandeau, and then an outer garnt.
Taking it off last night was extrely easy with no difficulty; putting it on now wasn’t as simple, with rather clumsy movents, achieving a barely satisfactory result.
Luckily there was no one else in the room, no need to worry about others seeing her disheveled appearance.
She was so hungry she couldn’t bother about much else.
Leaning half against the bedhead, after only a few sips of porridge, the lightweight outer garnt slipped from her shoulder, revealing half a snow-white, fragrant shoulder and hints of white, rising and falling.
One must say, Qu Fulan looked slim, but due to her fine bones, her body had flesh where it’s needed; there wasn’t an ounce of extra flesh where it should be slender, and the curvy places were unapologetically full, forward and arched. Normally clad in layers of clothes concealing her figure beautifully invisible, once stripped of clothes, it naturally provided quite the visual treat.
Even Heir Pei marveled at his good fortune.
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