??607: Chapter 605: Tonic dicine
607: Chapter 605: Tonic dicine
After Wang Yongzhu practiced the Physical Enhancent Technique, she was indeed able to kiss without needing to breathe, as if she had activated a cheat code.
She kissed Song Chongjin’s mouth swollen with complete satisfaction, even daringly trying a French kiss, kissing him until he felt dizzy, almost ready to float up to the sky.
Her heart was filled with contentnt, almost moaning, but her body felt terribly empty, clamoring to ld Yongzhu into herself.
Several tis she wanted to reach out, to embrace Yongzhu, but Yongzhu firmly pinned her down.
In the end, she had to give up and let Yongzhu have her way atop her.
The waves of drunkenness surged up, and he struggled to stay sober, but at last, after softly calling out Yongzhu’s na, he drifted off into a deep sleep.
Wang Yongzhu felt triumphant, humph!
She always said she learned quickly.
It was just a kiss, and it was the first ti for both of them.
Why should Song Chongjin be the dominant one while she could only be passive?
This ti, she finally regained her pride and even kissed Song Chongjin to sleep!
After her self-satisfaction waned, reason returned, and Wang Yongzhu finally beca aware of another person’s presence in the room.
Turning her head, she t Old Granny Zhang’s indescribable gaze.
She looked at her current position with Song Chongjin and was imdiately startled, quickly rolling off him and squeezing out an awkward smile, “Mother, I—”
Old Granny Zhang, recalling the scene from before, felt her old face burning and managed to cough, “Well, Yongzhu, even though Chongjin is here as our son-in-law, you shouldn’t bully him too much!”
Wang Yongzhu thought, how have I bullied him?
“Look at you, bullying the child in broad daylight like this!
Be mindful!
Chongjin is shy, at least leave him so face, you hear?
You can’t just do as you please with your strength!
You aren’t married yet, be restrained!
After you’re married, you can create havoc all you want…”
Old Granny Zhang advised ticulously.
The more Wang Yongzhu listened, the more she felt sothing was off.
This was backwards, wasn’t it?
Dear mother, whose side were you on?
After giving her advice, Old Granny Zhang thought it over and felt that Chongjin seed to be in good health.
Yet he couldn’t withstand her own daughter.
No, this won’t do.
She needed to find so dicinal redies to strengthen Chongjin, or else once they were married, would that not an her daughter would suffer?
With this thought, Old Granny Zhang had no mind for the New Year’s Eve vigil or greeting the new year the next day.
She took the keys and went to the storage room to rummage for dicinal redies.
Wang Yongzhu…
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By the ti Song Chongjin woke up, it was already the next morning.
Before even opening his eyes, he slled a faint, familiar fragrance, the scent of Yongzhu.
He also faintly heard the voice of Old Granny Zhang.
Song Chongjin suddenly opened his eyes and instantly realized he was lying in the room where Yongzhu usually lived.
The sky was already bright; Song Chongjin never knew he could sleep so soundly.
Although he had drunk the previous night, he was well aware, and he rembered being led back to the room by Yongzhu.
He rembered how reluctant he was to let go of Yongzhu’s hand.
He rembered…
Song Chongjin’s ears ward up instantly; he rembered pulling Yongzhu into his arms, the sweet taste that was intoxicating and made him unwilling to wake up.
After that, what happened?
He vaguely rembered Yongzhu in his arms, their lips and tongues intertwining, whispering affections, half-asleep and half-awake, he even saw Yongzhu taking the initiative to kiss his lips, passionately as if she wanted to lt him.
Between their lips and teeth, it seed there was still the lingering presence of Yongzhu’s tender tongue tip, the quivering sensation as it lightly swept across, causing his heart to race now, as if plunged into a dream.
Song Chongjin sat up, touching his lips, and revealed a dazed smile.
Looking at Old Granny Zhang, who was carrying the tonic into the room, it seed to her that Song Chongjin, the child, might truly have been bullied fiercely by his daughter yesterday.
Half the day had gone by and he still had not the strength to leave his kang.
Hurrying forward with quick steps, she approached the bedside, “You child, what are you doing up so early?
Are you still feeling unwell?
Lie back down and rest!”
With that, she pressed Song Chongjin back down again.
Regaining his senses, Song Chongjin covered his mouth and coughed, feeling sowhat embarrassed, “Mother, I’m fine.
Today is the New Year’s Day; I still have to wish you a happy new year!”
Old Granny Zhang waved her hand, “Why bother with such formalities among family?
Drink your dicine first!
Your little body needs a good nourishing—otherwise—”
She stopped herself mid-sentence and simply handed the dicine to Song Chongjin.
Song Chongjin looked at the black-as-ink bowl of dicinal soup, emitting an indescribable scent, sowhat fishy and mixed with the sll of herbs.
“This is?” Song Chongjin looked suspiciously at the soup.
Could this be a hangover redy?
“It’s good for your health, drink up!” Old Granny Zhang said with a smile as she watched Song Chongjin.
Without hesitation, Song Chongjin gulped down the dicine in one go, his mouth filled with an indescribably uncomfortable taste.
He had never tasted such a horrible hangover soup before.
Seeing that Song Chongjin had finished the dicine to the last drop, Old Granny Zhang took the bowl from him, “Lie down for a bit longer, I’ll have Yongzhu bring you breakfast.”
Saying so, she left the room.
Song Chongjin felt that Old Granny Zhang was acting a bit odd today, but he couldn’t just lie down any longer, so he quickly got up.
No sooner had he stepped off the kang than he saw Wang Yongzhu co in with an indescribable expression on her face, carrying breakfast.
“Let’s eat!”
Song Chongjin entered the room next door, which Wang Yongzhu used for washing up, and without any reservations, took Wang Yongzhu’s washcloth, rinsed it in cold water, wiped his face, and felt instantly refreshed.
After rinsing his mouth with a willow twig dipped in green salt, he sat at the table feeling fresh and energized.
While eating, he cautiously asked, “Last night, when did I fall asleep?”
Wang Yongzhu, who was holding a cup of water, choked on it upon hearing the question and erupted into a fit of coughing.
Song Chongjin didn’t care about eating anymore, and quickly started patting Wang Yongzhu’s back to help her catch her breath.
After a while, Wang Yongzhu finally stopped coughing, and with a strange look in her eyes, she asked Song Chongjin, “You don’t rember?”
Song Chongjin was taken aback, “Rember what?”
Wang Yongzhu’s eyes shifted mischievously as she asked, “Then do you know what dicine my mother gave you?”
Song Chongjin was startled, “Wasn’t it a hangover soup?”
Wang Yongzhu whispered into Song Chongjin’s ear, “No, that was tonic!
My mother thinks that I bullied you yesterday and feels that you are too weak.
She believes you need nourishing, or else—”
She shook her head with exaggerated sympathy.
Song Chongjin’s face turned dark as he glared at Wang Yongzhu, who was taking delight in his misfortune.
He grabbed her into his arms and said resentfully, “I am weak?”
Wang Yongzhu blinked, “Well, it’s hard to say.
After all, the person I kissed to sleep isn’t entitled to an opinion!”
Song Chongjin’s mind exploded with a mix of joy and annoyance as he stared blankly at Wang Yongzhu, “Last night, you…
you weren’t dreaming?”
Wang Yongzhu patted Song Chongjin’s shoulder solemnly, “My mother is worried about you, so she added a tiger’s pizzle to that dicine.
You’ll just have to fend for yourself!”
With that, she wriggled free from Song Chongjin’s grasp, holding back her laughter as she ran out.
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