The Unruly Eighth Sister Was Finally Tamed

Relationships are built up little by little.

When we ate together, we initially sat opposite each other.

Later, I don't know when, they started to stick together, and the chopsticks would occasionally bump into each other, which was quite annoying.

Sharing an umbrella in the rain, shoulder to shoulder, the old umbrella, which cost fifty coins, was clearly not small, yet the two walked closer and closer together.

Then, after the lamps were lit.

She adjusted the lamp wick for him, and he straightened her slipped outer garment; their movements were practiced and natural, allowing no one a chance to gossip.

The turning point came at dusk that day.

Qin Zhaoer was tiptoeing to hang the newly cured meats on the roof beam when her foot slipped and she fell backward.

Qin Wangchuan reached out and caught her.

When they lowered their heads, their faces were so close that they could count each other's eyelashes.

The soup on the stove was still bubbling away, and the sky outside the window was ablaze with the colors of sunset.

I don't know who started it.

In short, their lips met.

It was very light and short, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

When they parted, Qin Zhaoer's face turned so red it looked like it could bleed, and she turned and ran away, forgetting even to hang up the preserved meat.

Qin Wangchuan watched the hastily fleeing figure, but didn't pay it any mind.

Just consider it an accident, a trivial little incident.

It's over now, so be it.

But he didn't know.

But some things, once started, are hard to take back.

At first, it was just some accidental contact.

Their hands were clasped together, and they lingered there for a long time; their foreheads pressed together, and they remained so for an extended period.

Once they were close enough, she couldn't resist and tentatively leaned in for a gentle kiss. Once she got it, she ran away contentedly.

It was from this moment that Qin Zhaoer seemed to finally understand—

Why are those who are deeply in love always so obsessed with kissing?

That gentle touch held more than a thousand words could express.

Later, as she begged more and more, she became bolder and simply started begging openly.

If she wanted it, she would simply move close to him, tilt her head back, close her eyes, and wait for him to kiss her with a sense of entitlement.

If he deliberately teases her and hesitates, she will hum in dissatisfaction and reach out to tug at his collar.

Those kisses became something she asked him for every day.

She wasn't the only one whose life changed.

Qin Wangchuan originally had no such intentions.

At first, I let her act recklessly, thinking that I should just let her be and consider it a way of coaxing her.

But as time went on like this, he realized that his bottom line, which he had been holding onto, was being worn down by her day by day.

Not to mention.

Eighth Sister was indeed a stunning beauty.

That face was strikingly beautiful; if she stood in a crowd, no one could take their eyes off her.

Especially on her wedding night, the image of her in her red makeup, phoenix coronet, and embroidered robe is still vivid in my mind.

Such a beauty, coming right up to me every day, looking up at me, asking for it with such self-righteousness.

No human being can remain unmoved.

Then.

They teased each other day after day, and when the time was right, that thin layer of paper finally broke.

For those few days, the Qin Clan Courtyard was quiet and peaceful, with the gate tightly closed for three whole days.

The blacksmith's shop was not lit, the medicine furnace was not smoking, and even the usual punctual aroma of food had ceased.

The neighbors were initially puzzled, but after discussing it,

Most likely, it's a newlywed couple who's gone on a long trip.

Mr. and Mrs. Wen thought the same way.

Although they hadn't been given any advance notice, they quickly realized that with Qin Wangchuan around, nothing would go wrong even if the sky fell, so they didn't take it to heart.

Only they themselves know.

From the moment the door was locked, the young couple never got out of bed.

The house and even the courtyard were set up with formations.

Outside, it was day and night, with roosters crowing and dogs barking; inside, there was only panting, sweat, and the creaking of the bed.

Qin Zhaoer knelt on the bed, her sobs muffled by her head buried in the pillow, her breathy voice broken into incoherent sentences, the faint sound of her nails digging into her flesh—all were swallowed up by the formation, not a single trace escaping.

From the initial pain and convulsions to the later sweet enjoyment and active clinging to it, it only took three short days.

The door, which had been closed for three days, was not reopened until dusk on the fourth day.

Qin Zhaoer managed to stand still in the porch by holding onto the door frame.

Her legs were still trembling slightly, completely drained of strength, so weak that they could barely support her body.

The setting sun cast its rays upon her flushed profile.

At first glance, it's still the same face, but upon closer inspection, everything has changed.

Qin Zhaoer's eyebrows used to be raised, like a sparrow ready to peck at someone at any moment.

Now, her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes are like silk softened by warm water, hanging down lazily and moistly, with even the corners of her eyes tinged with a thin layer of red.

Her entire being exuded a languid and delicate charm, as if she had been thoroughly irrigated.

Qin Wangchuan, on the other hand, only realized the truth of the matter afterward.

From that first tentative kiss, to the blatant advances every day, and then to these three days of passionate intimacy...

Each and every one of these incidents, when considered together at this moment—

OK.

So this girl had been plotting against him for a long time, both openly and secretly.

Although I realized it.

But what's done is done, and there's no going back.

Besides, they are a lawfully wedded couple.

Even if...

This marriage only counts within this Mortal World.

With their bottom line completely lowered, the two found their lives increasingly enjoyable.

Occasionally, when the mood strikes, Qin Zhaoer will take out the red dress she wore on her wedding day and put it on again, attracting his attention.

Then, I was pinned to the bed and tossed around until I couldn't get out of bed.

But clearly, she liked that pain.

And they enjoyed it.

At first, they only did it at night, behaving properly like any other ordinary couple.

Later, as they grew bolder, they gradually stopped being so particular about these things.

As dusk fell, he was still forging iron in front of the furnace when Qin Zhaoer came over and tugged at his sleeve.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'll play again tomorrow."

What's the rush?

"I'm in a hurry." She said matter-of-factly, "You said it yourself, people in this world think about things in this world."

"I want to right now!"

Qin Wangchuan half-heartedly agreed, but did not refuse her request.

However, it was this indulgence that made her increasingly greedy.

What started as spanking evolved into something more stimulating.

Later on, they couldn't even wait until it got dark.

Sometimes, just after noon, the courtyard gate would be bolted shut for no apparent reason; other times, on a bright sunny day, the two of them would disappear without a trace, and when asked, they would only say that they were taking a midday rest.

It's quite rare to see someone with a flushed face after a midday nap.

Qin Zhaoer is always the one who takes the initiative, makes a ruckus, and tries all sorts of seductive and romantic tricks.

But she was the one who always lost.

The next day, he didn't get up until late morning, his steps were unsteady, his voice was hoarse, and his eyes were both reproachful and tender.

As for Qin Wangchuan, he still got up before dawn as usual, hammering away steadily as if nothing was wrong.

She had her doubts privately.

Mingming usually works as a blacksmith and sees doctors, living a quiet and aloof life, as dull as a block of wood, completely lacking in romantic understanding.

How come he becomes a completely different person in those situations, completely subduing her and leaving her with no room to argue?

The more I think about it, the more I feel cheated.

But once night falls, they obediently forget everything.