The Young Husband Who Needed a Wedding to Dispel Misfortune (09)

A scalding heat emanated from the soles of my feet.

Xue Ci that she pulled her foot back. "Wait, wait a minute..."

Qin Zhuo's breathing was heavy, his face was flushed red, and there was a scarlet desire in his eyes. He was staring straight at Xue Ci.

"My wife... my wife."

He kept shouting, pleading, grinding his teeth like a wild beast that hadn't eaten in a long time, making sounds that were chilling to Xue Ci.

"It's very, very hot."

Tears welled up in Xue Ci's eyes; she bit her lip and leaned back.

Qin Zhuo knelt down, stroking her smooth, snowy leg upwards, his cheek brushing against hers. "If my wife doesn't want to, I'll lick it for her."

"As long as my wife is comfortable."

"I... I'll help my wife..."

Xue Ci felt a chill run down her spine when she thought of the sensation of him licking her calf last time, and said with a hint of complaint, "Don't cause trouble at my brother's house today."

Qin Zhuo said "Oh," and his tall body squatted down at Xue Ci's feet, staring intently at the face that was drunk with alcohol.

So beautiful.

My wife is so beautiful.

Even that area was pink.

He looked down and glanced at himself.

So ugly! It looks even uglier next to my wife's fair and delicate feet.

His wife must have been disgusted with him just now.

The tanned man was dazed and awkward, like a wild beast tamed by its young master. Even when he stood up alertly, he didn't dare to make a single move.

"Wife... I... I'll lick it for you." Qin Zhuo Xue Ci curl up into a ball, no longer stretching out her legs or touching him, and looked disappointed, her tone dejected, "Wife, you don't need to help me anymore."

Xue Ci looked at the person opposite her, who looked dejected.

What?

It made it seem like he was bullying an idiot, going back on his word.

How could he possibly be that kind of bad person?

Xue Ci suppressed the heat from her cheeks, adopting a confident and experienced demeanor. "How could I possibly lie to you about something I promised you?"

Qin Zhuo's eyes lit up.

Xue Ci felt goosebumps all over from his gaze. "But you can't move around, I have to do it myself."

"Besides--"

The handsome young man, unwilling to lower his head and fearing he might develop megalophobia, forced himself to remain silent and said, "You should put your clothes on properly."

"It's too hot... it'll burn my feet."

Xue Ci would fall all over her like it did last time.

Qin Zhuo readily agreed.

He felt that Xue Ci's expression when she said these words was something he had never seen before; her coquettish yet impatient look made him even hotter.

He quickly straightened his clothes, and as soon as he was done, he urged Xue Ci, "Wife, wife!"

"... At least if I can't see it, I won't be afraid."

After being urged two or three times and hearing the system notification of the task deadline, Xue Ci reluctantly stretched out her foot with drooping eyes.

Even though the heat has subsided through the clothes, it still feels uncomfortable because of the pressure.

The little beauty's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, casting a long shadow as the candlelight stretched them out.

Beautiful yet pitiful.

I thought it would end as quickly as last time, with just one touch.

But this time it took a long time.

Xue Ci didn't know how much time had passed; she only knew that her legs were sore and weak, and the soles of her feet were aching.

Spoiled by men, he felt he had fulfilled his promise and was unwilling to continue, so he left Qin Zhuo, who was neither here nor there, unattended.

Qin Zhuo was in great pain, and his clothes were already stained. He really hoped that Xue Ci could continue, but he could see that his wife was unwilling. Even though he was in pain, he could only tense up his whole body and sweat profusely.

"My wife, I want to kiss you."

Xue Ci's lips were burning from the osmanthus wine, and she didn't want to suffer any more.

He didn't even know if Qin Zhuo's kiss would be like a dog smearing saliva all over his face.

"No way. I've been helping you step on it for so long." Xue Ci waited for him to finish the task. "You need to bring the pen back in half an hour, or you won't have any credibility with me."

Upon hearing Xue Ci's words, Qin Zhuo whimpered twice, like a large dog that couldn't get any affection.

"Then, my lady, can I kiss your ear?"

"I just noticed how pink my wife's earlobes are; I really want to bite them."

"I... I won't bite, I'll just give you a kiss, okay, my wife?"

"Give me a kiss on the ear and I'll go get the calligraphy brush from my older brother. It won't be a problem."

Xue Ci, annoyed by the persistent pestering, finally relented.

One second I nodded, the next I felt a wild dog pounce on me.

The airflow hit my ears, making them itchy and numb. A rough, hot tongue sucked on my delicate earlobes, scraping the skin until it trembled.

Xue Ci arched her body, her eyes welling up with tears from just being kissed on the ear like that.

A charcoal fire was burning in the room, and the high temperature made her head spin. Xue Ci felt her lips being lightly touched.

Isn't it just about kissing the ears?!

The other party seemed determined to pry open her lips, and Xue Ci's alarm bells rang. She used all her strength to push the large dog off her.

His hands were quickly restrained!

Oh no!

If she were to get her hands on him, she would definitely pester him to eat her every day.

Xue Ci didn't want his lips to be kissed raw so soon; he had finally arrived in a small world where he didn't need too much intimacy. He mustered all his strength and kicked wildly at the other person.

Not knowing where she kicked, Xue Ci heard Qin Zhuo groan and froze, her body stiff.

Then, a strange smell appeared in the air.

Qin Zhuo's aura was very strong.

... Xue Ci roughly knew where she had stepped.

Now that he was satisfied, he suppressed his embarrassment and urged the other person, "Hurry up, I'm sleepy. If you don't get the brush before I'm sleepy, I'll really get angry with you."

Qin Zhuo's breathing was erratic, and before he could savor the lingering feeling of holding Xue Ci in his arms, he immediately stood up.

He glanced at Xue Ci's soles, then covered them with the blanket. "Wife, your soles are red. I'll get the brush and some ointment to apply for you."

With less than half an hour left in the mission, Xue Ci felt dizzy, probably because of the alcohol, and didn't feel the usual urgency.

"Remember not to tell your brother, okay? It's our little secret."

Upon hearing Xue Ci mention a little secret, Qin Zhuo was so captivated that he forgot to ask why—if his wife said she would secretly take the brush, then she would secretly take it; there must be a reason why his wife did this.

Qin Zhuo's clothes were all dirty, and he didn't have time to change.

Qin Wuzhen has a study and a pharmacy in his house, the two rooms are connected, Qin Zhuo often goes there to help clean, so he is very familiar with them.

He just hadn't expected Qin Wuzhen to still be reading so late.

My older brother is indeed only interested in studying; he doesn't seem to have any intention of getting married.

There won't be anyone I like.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" He knocked on the door and went in, seeing the other person still with the lamp on, pressing their temples, seemingly worried. "Aren't you resting so late? You just got over your fever today, you need to take care of yourself."

Qin Wuzhen was also preparing to rest, so he closed the book, stood up, and said, "I'm going to rest soon."

He glanced at Qin Zhuo and noticed the bloodshot eyes hadn't faded. "Why aren't you resting so late? What about Xue Ci? Isn't she resting either?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zhuo showed a slightly shy expression. "I was... I was fooling around with my wife."

Qin Wuzhen's brow twitched slightly.

He knew that Qin Zhuo's use of "fooling around" had a hint of sexual intimacy, but after a moment of silence, he still asked, "What did you do with Xue Ci?"

Qin Zhuo coughed lightly. "Big brother, I'm only telling you this, don't tell anyone else."

He scratched his head. "My wife stepped on me earlier, and she's too tired to continue resting."

Qin Wuzhen didn't understand, and slowly repeated, "Step on you?"

"They stepped on me." Qin Zhuo pointed downwards, "They stepped on here."

Qin Wuzhen stood upright in place.

His expression also became somewhat stiff.

Qin Zhuo didn't notice the change in Qin Wuzhen's expression. "My wife promised me before that if I behaved well, she would reward me like this."

"Big brother, this feels so good!"

"My wife's soles are so soft, they've already been rubbed raw."

"Brother, do you have any ointment here?"

The room was quiet. Qin Wuzhen, afraid of falling asleep, did not light the charcoal fire; only the sound of the oil lamp burning could be heard.

Qin Zhuo's words, one by one, entered his ears clearly.

After a long pause, Qin Wuzhen heard his own hoarse, tense voice. "Yes."

Qin Zhuo immediately said, "Then please take me to get it, brother, so I can apply the medicine for my wife."

Qin Wuzhen stood tall and straight, noticing that his clothes weren't very neat. "Go wash up. I'll get the ointment and apply it for your wife."

Qin Zhuo responded with an "Oh".

He was secretly delighted—while his elder brother went to apply the medicine, he could take advantage of the moment to snatch the calligraphy brush.

He pretended to be calm, but his lying was different from usual. However, Qin Wuzhen had his own thoughts, which no one noticed. "Then, brother, go and help your wife apply the medicine. I'll go and help you extinguish the oil lamp before I take a bath and wash up."

Qin Wuzhen waved and, before leaving the house, as he passed by Qin Zhuo, he could still feel the excitement Qin Zhuo suppressing in his blood.

The veins on his forehead and arms had not completely faded.

He frowned slightly. "Your wife isn't in good health, you should do these things less often."

Qin Zhuo, having been reprimanded, immediately obeyed.

After all, Xue Ci physically weak; she was so tired from just taking two steps that she could barely keep her eyes open. "I will take good care of my wife."

Seeing his guilty look, Qin Wuzhen realized she had spoken too harshly and softened her tone slightly. "I'm not saying you can't get close to Xue Ci."

"I've been researching the cause of Xue Ci's poor health lately, and it seems I'm about to find a solution."

Qin Wuzhen had always handled these matters silently on his own, but seeing Qin Zhuo's bad expression and realizing his own feelings were about to spill out, he finally told him, "If this can be resolved, wouldn't it be better for you and your wife to live a long and happy life together?"

He didn't know if he was saying things against his conscience, or if he was using sincere blessings to dispel his own dirty thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhuo chuckled twice, "Then, brother, please find as many prescriptions as possible to help Xiao Ci recover. I hope Xiao Ci lives to be a hundred years old."

How I wish I could do the same!

Qin Wuzhen didn't discuss the matter further. He asked Qin Zhuo to extinguish the oil lamp, then went to the next room to get some ointment and left.

*

The charcoal fire inside was burning brightly.

I don't know if it was the high temperature or the strong aftertaste of that osmanthus wine.

The beautiful woman on the bed seemed very hot. Unaware of what was happening, she took off her pants, leaving only a thin undergarment that vaguely covered her two slender, white legs.

However, it couldn't cover anything. Her two calves were draped over the edge of the bed, the soft flesh pressed together by the wooden bed, creating a soft curve.

Her ankles were slender, her foot bones protruded, and her skin was so white that even the fine veins were visible.

My gaze traveled upwards inch by inch.

It refers to rather plump thighs.

And there's also a subtle hint of pink.

As soon as Qin Wuzhen entered the house, he saw this scene.

He approached stiffly and called out Xue Ci's name.

No one answered.

Unaware of what was happening, Xue Ci rubbed her face against the blanket, her toes pointing out a beautiful arc.

There were only two people in the room.

Xue Ci was still asleep.

Qin Wuzhen lost all semblance of decency. He had clearly said last time not to expose his legs, but this time his gaze lingered on them for a long time.

It's the same as in my dream.

Realizing what she was doing, Qin Wuzhen frowned and covered both the white and pink areas with a thin blanket.

Her beautiful thoughts were also somewhat hidden.

That's right, that's exactly it.

He should treat his brother's wife like a doctor treats a patient, without any personal feelings.

Qin Wuzhen squatted down, rinsed the handkerchief in the clean hot water beside him, and then reached out to pinch that slender white ankle.

The soles of her feet were an unnatural red.

It looked like he had undergone some kind of excessive torture.

He hadn't expected Xue Ci to help Qin Zhuo so much.

Perhaps it's because they genuinely like it that they're willing to do this.

Qin Wuzhen was unaware of how much his expression resembled that of a jealous husband; he simply used a damp cloth to gently wipe Xue Ci's soles clean.

It's even redder than before after I rubbed it on.

It's like wiping away the traces left by another man.

Xue Ci unwell; she struggled slightly, but her eyelids were too heavy to lift.

He could vaguely feel Qin Zhuo applying medicine to him.

"No more stepping tonight..." he said in a sticky, whiny voice, feeling the other person's grip tighten even more, his legs feeling weak and sore from being lifted into the air. "And you're not allowed to kiss me either."

"My husband..."

Her voice was soft and weak, with an upward inflection, almost like she was pleading.

Qin Wuzhen's fingers paused. The next moment, he felt Xue Ci lift her foot onto his shoulder.

Her rounded toes curled up as if they were cold, and then rubbed against his cheek.

This wasn't a particularly serious or formal gesture; it could even be considered flirting.

Even though the other party did not mean it that way.

Qin Wuzhen, however, was genuinely captivated.

He had never been treated like this before, and thought he would feel humiliated, but instead—

He lowered his head, but something else was unusually alert.

If Qin Wuzhen were a virtuous person, if he had any sense of propriety or shame, he should have put down the ointment and left the room immediately.

Don't look at what you shouldn't see, and don't touch what you shouldn't touch.

The man also seemed to be struggling.

But this struggle only lasted a few seconds.

Qin Wuzhen slowly opened the ointment box, scooped out a piece with his finger, and the warmth of his fingertip instantly melted the milky white ointment.

He lifted Xue Ci's ankle again with one hand, and with his other hand, which was covered in ointment, he slowly applied it to the soles of Xue Ci's soft feet.

Qin Wuzhen's already soft and supple skin, combined with the almost melting ointment, caused his fingers to nearly sink deep into her skin.

It was as if his fingers weren't touching the soles of his feet, but rather sinking into some tiny crevice.

Slowly wiping his hands, Qin Wuzhen squatted in place, then straightened up, his gaze falling directly on Xue Ci's knees.

There was a pinkish hue there, with no black deposits at all; instead, there was a pile of soft flesh.

Thinking of Xue Ci's words earlier, Qin Wuzhen slowly asked, "Where won't you kiss me tonight?"

Xue Ci let out a soft hum through her nose, seemingly slow to process what was happening. After a long pause, she finally sluggishly uttered, "No, you're not allowed... to kiss me..."

"Anything else?" Qin Wuzhen's eyes grew even deeper and more unfathomable.

"And you're not allowed to kiss my ears either."

Qin Wuzhen continued applying the medicine, his fingertips sticky, and even his voice became sticky.

Why not let them hear it?

Xue Ci gave a soft hum.

He was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, and he thought the person applying the medicine to him was Qin Zhuo. Knowing that the other person wasn't very bright, he was clearly too sleepy to talk, but he still patiently tried to answer the question.

"No kissing allowed..."

"The kisses made my body feel tingly and numb, it wasn't comfortable."

However, Qin Wuzhen interpreted it in a different way.

It's like being kissed comfortably by your husband, but deliberately resisting verbally.

Jealousy seized his heart, and his spine trembled with excitement.

Qin Wuzhen stared at the pink cheek pressed against the blanket, and for the first time felt like a shameless bastard.

fool.

Xue Ci is just a silly little girl.

Sooner or later, it will make them cry and break.

But that's none of my business anymore.

Qin Wuzhen rubbed the ointment completely into the soles of his feet until they were dry.

Just as he was about to put Xue Ci's foot back on his shoulder, he heard Qin Zhuo's cheerful and hearty voice coming from the doorway. "Wife, wife! I'm all better!"

Um?

Xue Ci was awakened by the sound and finally managed to lift her eyelids.

As I straightened up slightly, I saw Qin Zhuo just enter the room.

Just entered the house?

Xue Ci was taken aback.

So... then who was wiping his feet just now...?

The field of vision narrows.

When Xue Ci saw that she had placed her feet on Qin Wuzhen's shoulders, she was completely dumbfounded.

How could it be the eldest brother...?

how so?

We're doomed.

My older brother must hate him.

His cheeks flushed pink quickly, and it took him a while to react before he pulled his foot back.

In her panic, Xue Ci accidentally brushed her toes against Qin Wuzhen's mouth.

The temperature was frighteningly high.

Author's Note:

My older brother is gradually becoming a psychopath. [Pity][Pity][Pity]