The Young Husband Who Needed a Wedding to Ward Off Ill Fortune (17)

Xue Ci felt that Qin Zhuo seemed to have become smarter.

She knew to use her wounds to gain his sympathy.

They agreed to kiss for only a short while, but Qin Zhuo looked unsatisfied, saying that kissing on the lips seemed to relieve the pain.

Xue Ci: "..."

Xue Ci thought he was doing it on purpose, but the man just blatantly showed him his palm, saying that his hand felt much better after kissing it for a while, and that if he could kiss the tip of the red skin, it would definitely not hurt when changing the dressing in the future.

W-what?

Xue Ci felt that Qin Zhuo was treating him like an idiot.

Being treated like an idiot by a fool is a bit much.

Xue Ci looked a little unhappy, her lips were swollen and wet from the kisses, with obvious water marks.

I think you've gone too far.

Qin Zhuo is somewhat clever, but not much.

Seeing that Xue Ci was unhappy, he immediately whimpered and sidled up to her, kneeling in front of Xue Ci and rubbing his face against Xue Ci knees. "Wife, I was wrong... please, please don't be angry."

"You've just recovered, so please don't get angry."

Xue Ci wasn't angry, especially since Qin Zhuo would take the initiative to admit his mistake. He was always more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, and rarely got angry with Qin Zhuo.

"But my wife, my hand really doesn't hurt anymore..."

Qin Zhuo was overjoyed to see Xue Ci's health improving day by day. "My wife, once you're better, I'll go wherever you want to go."

Spring is coming soon, would you like to go to Jiangnan?

"I heard there are lots of flowers there, every family grows flowers, and there are boats too." Qin Zhuo was born in Cloud Maple Town and had never left the town since childhood. His imagination of other places came from books, and his vocabulary was extremely limited.

But his eyes were dark and bright, as if he were full of hope for the future.

Seeing his expression, Xue Ci guiltily said, "Don't worry, you'll see it in Jiangnan."

Qin Zhuo was unusually sensitive. "Why am I the only one here? Of course, my wife can see this too. My wife just needs to take care of her health."

He held Xue Ci's hand tightly. "I feel that my wife is much better these days. When I kissed her just now, she wasn't breathing as hard as before, and she didn't cry after the kiss."

"..." Xue Ci felt looked down upon and retorted, "When did I cry?"

Qin Zhuo immediately said, "My wife isn't crying; I must have been mistaken."

Xue Ci: "?"

The more the other party said this, the more Xue Ci felt they were just being perfunctory.

If it were someone else, Xue Ci would think that this was deliberately provoking him so that he would impulsively agree to something.

But this is Qin Zhuo...

He's a bit slow-witted; he definitely wouldn't lie to him.

Xue Ci forgot—when men encounter this kind of situation, they proactively become smarter.

He bit his lip and thought for a moment, then waved to Qin Zhuo under his intense gaze.

Qin Zhuo immediately leaned closer, their breaths mingling, his voice hoarse. "My wife..."

Xue Ci: "May we kiss again?"

Qin Zhuo's Adam's apple bobbed as he gripped the soft flesh at the base of Xue Ci's thumb.

My wife is really good at seducing people.

The spot he was burning hasn't stopped since just now.

But my wife is currently recuperating, so we'll discuss everything after she's fully recovered.

Qin Zhuo was naturally gifted at kissing; he was very good at observing Xue Ci's expressions.

Lightly biting the tip of my tongue will bring tears to my eyes, and licking my mouth will make me groan softly.

Her normally curled eyelashes would become wet and sticky, making her look pitiful and tempting to bully. Qin Zhuo thought Xue Ci was probably some kind of little fox in disguise, and he couldn't help but think about those things every time he saw her.

He wanted to lick the little fox until its fur was wet, its ears and tail drooped, and its whole body felt limp and boneless as it leaned against him.

Xue Ci had no idea that her promise of a light kiss would end up with her chest and thighs being kissed.

After getting wet, her skin was flushed red, and she looked terribly lost in thought.

The corners of the eyes are rounded and blunt, but the outer corners curve upwards.

His frozen expression suggested that if you were to make any unreasonable request in his ear, he would readily agree without any coaxing or deception.

She might not realize it until halfway through, but by then the man has her firmly pinned down.

Her body had long since turned into a puddle of water, her limbs weak and limp as she tried to escape, but with her waist restrained, she would only sink deeper into the water.

Qin Zhuo made a loud swallowing sound, and there were still some opaque water stains around his mouth.

He really wanted to kiss Xue Ci, but knowing that Xue Ci disliked such things, he could only rub his cheek against her chin.

Xue Ci's head was spinning, her clothes were disheveled, and when she came to her senses, she wanted to get angry, but when she saw what was on Qin Zhuo's mouth, she felt that she was the one who was taking advantage of him.

He couldn't lose his temper anymore, and forced a smile, "Don't do these unnecessary things..."

"But even though you went so far this time, I didn't cry."

"I've never been one to cry."

Xue Ci stood tall and straight, struggling to say these words, unaware that her appearance was irresistibly alluring.

Qin Zhuo was already feeling terribly unwell, but he still praised her, saying, "My wife, you're amazing!"

Xue Ci gave a soft hum, only to hear Qin Zhuo's next words—

"Wife, may I step on you?"

Xue Ci: "..."

*

Qin Zhuo ultimately did not get what he wanted.

The Song Family servant stood outside the door and knocked, saying that Doctor Qin had returned and could help with acupuncture.

Qin Wuzhen works at the pharmacy during the day and takes care of Xue Ci when he comes back at night, which is really tiring. Xue Ci is very understanding of him and doesn't make him wait. She asks Qin Zhuo to help her change her clothes and then goes to Qin Wuzhen's room.

Before leaving, he reminded her, "Remember to put the dirty clothes in the bin."

Qin Zhuo responded with an "Oh".

The Song Family had servants to do these things, but Xue Ci Qin Zhuo Ci's clothes himself.

The man swallowed hard, his nose sinking into the still-stained clothes Xue Ci had just changed out of.

It smells so good.

The scent of my wife.

"My wife..."

Several veins bulged on Qin Zhuo's forehead as he gripped Xue Ci's clothes tightly.

He's going to do those bad things again.

If Xue Ci knew that he used clothes to do these things, she would definitely be angry with him.

But he couldn't control it.

Only the eldest brother could control something like this.

There was only one oil lamp lit in Qin Wuzhen's room.

The dim light cast shadows that made his deep profile appear half-hidden, half-unreadable.

Xue Ci felt that Qin Wuzhen somewhat abnormal.

Or rather, it's somewhat frightening.

He stopped at the doorway and weakly called out, "Big Brother..."

Qin Wuzhen's facial features softened instantly, and she stood up and called out to him, "Xiao Ci."

"You only have one lamp?" Xue Ci, worried that he might be reading at night, which could be bad for his eyes. "Brother, are you out of lamp oil? I can have someone refill it."

Qin Wuzhen: "No need. There's much more, but I've found that it's more effective when I massage your acupoints if you relax, and you fall asleep more easily when the lights are off."

Xue Ci lost in thought.

He needed acupuncture treatment every two days, and as a matter of habit, he went to Qin Wuzhen's bed and rested his head on the man's lap.

Perhaps it was the playful antics with Qin Zhuo that had exhausted him, or perhaps it was the help of the lamplight and incense, but Xue Ci, who had been quite energetic, found his eyelids sticking together after lying here for only a short while.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, he thought he heard someone asking him a question.

It was a question asked right next to her ear, at a very intimate distance.

Only Qin Zhuo would speak to him so closely.

Xue Ci felt her lips being rubbed against each other; the other person's hands had calluses that weren't thin, and the rubbing felt very uncomfortable.

"No, stop teasing me..."

He mumbled something, but the voice said he was being coquettish.

Xue Ci frowned his handsome brows, and the moment his lips parted, the other person slipped their finger inside his lips.

So rough...

That was a very vulgar and skillful technique.

Two long, slender, bony fingers pinched the soft tongue, stirring it back and forth, then deliberately pulled it out, making Xue Ci expose her tongue.

Xue Ci's cheeks flushed an unnatural red. She hummed softly twice, her eyelashes trembling violently, but she couldn't wake up no matter what she did.

"Xiao Ci, so astringent."

"His mouth is practically overflowing."

He heard the other person say that.

"You're drooling so much, you've soaked the sheets."

Xue Ci instinctively curled up in shame, his insteps straightened, his fingers unconsciously gripping the sheets. He hummed softly, but was too exhausted to form any coherent words.

All I could do was mutter softly in my sleep.

Her lips and chin were wet, and her face looked pitiful under the light.

*

When Xue Ci woke up, the tip of her tongue was still a little numb.

Five or six lamps were already lit inside.

He was covered with a blanket, Qin Wuzhen was sitting at a table not far away reading a book.

"Big brother..."

Xue Ci's voice was very nasal. When she lifted the covers and got up, she realized that her chest was also a little sore.

It must have been Qin Zhuo who did it.

I didn't expect it to get worse after I slept.

Xue Ci had no doubt about Qin Wuzhen. After he got up, Qin Wuzhen came over and helped him put on his coat. "How have you been feeling lately?"

Xue Ci nodded. "Much better, thank you, brother."

He didn't notice Qin Wuzhen's gloomy and suppressed gaze. "Will it be better by the time spring arrives?"

Qin Wuzhen hummed in agreement, straightened his collar, and then said, "This is a time for recuperation; you should abstain from sexual activity and avoid excessive intimacy."

Qin Wuzhen stared at Xue Ci's flushed cheeks, her body exuding the fragrance of ripe fruit.

He took a deep breath, and in the dim light of the night, tore off the mask of pretense he had worn during the day, looking at the other person with a burning, unbridled, beast-like expression that seemed to want to devour them whole.

He had even prepared his answer so that if Xue Ci showed a surprised expression and awkwardly lied that she hadn't been intimate with Qin Zhuo, he would respond accordingly.

--Through the clothes, you can see a slight bulge in her chest area.

--It must have been your husband who sucked it until it was swollen.

If Xue Ci were to pretend again.

--This is only human nature. If I were your husband, I would also be indulging in nightly revelry, and I would only go even further than this.

He had reached the point where he couldn't accept Xue Ci being intimate with others. He didn't want to hide in the shadows like a despicable person every day.

But he was even more afraid that Xue Ci would hate him for having such filthy thoughts.

He could tell that Xue Ci was a very traditional person who only recognized her husband.

If he were to offer to be a concubine, he would likely only be distanced from Xue Ci.

So now, he can only use these words to test the waters step by step.

Is the Xue Ci a sign of disgust or embarrassment?

As long as it's not disgust...

Unfortunately, when Xue Ci heard what he said, she just clutched her clothes tightly, lowered her eyes, and said "Oh".

After the young man left, the fragrance in the room gradually dissipated.

Qin Wuzhen could only smell the blanket Xue Ci had covered him with and let out low, hoarse breaths.

*

Xue Ci awkwardly returned to her room.

He felt that Qin Wuzhen truly deserved to be called a doctor; even he... he thought he could keep it a secret.

Qin Zhuo had already washed his clothes and taken a bath. Seeing Xue Ci return, he immediately got out of bed. "Wife, the bed is warm."

Xue Ci with an "Oh".

Qin Zhuo skillfully helped him take off his coat and shoes and socks, and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

Xue Ci slept for a while, then pushed the person away. "Your breathing is so heavy, it's keeping me awake."

Qin Zhuo, feeling wronged, "My wife smells so good, I couldn't resist."

"I've already taken a cold shower, but I'm still burning up."

Xue Ci thought of his wound, "Is it cold to take a bath in such cold weather?"

Qin Zhuo: "My wife didn't help me step on it today..."

Xue Ci was worried that his wound would become infected. It was winter, and even if Qin Zhuo was in good health, he couldn't withstand a cold shower.

Typhoid fever was a very serious illness in ancient times.

Xue Ci's face hardened. "There won't be any more."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhuo immediately objected, hugging Xue Ci's waist from behind and rubbing his face against him, making promises to him repeatedly.

Xue Ci firmly, "My elder brother said we shouldn't get close to each other yet, otherwise my illness won't get better."

Qin Zhuo immediately stopped making a fuss when he heard that it was related to Xue Ci's health.

Xue Ci thought he had listened, but for the next month, inexplicable red marks, sometimes fingerprints and teeth marks, were always left on his mouth, chest, and inner thighs... some very private places.

Who else could it be but Qin Zhuo?

Xue Ci angrily went to Qin Zhuo and vented her anger, while Qin Zhuo thought that he had been discovered for sneaking a kiss in the middle of the night, and completely took the blame.

Fortunately, these factors did not affect the treatment process.

Xue Ci's illness has basically healed. Except for having less strength and appetite than the average man, he is otherwise fine.

The sickly look in his eyes and brows had completely disappeared.

The Song Family was overjoyed. Since it was close to the New Year, they invited Qin Erniang and Qin Wuzhen to their home to celebrate the New Year together.

The banquet was prepared by the best local chef, and every dish had a wonderful wok hei (wok aroma). Xue Ci ate a whole bowl of rice, which was quite unusual for her.

The Song Family was overjoyed to see that his appetite had increased, and they opened a bottle of their treasured Daughter's Red wine.

Xue Ci had heard of this wine on TV. She took a small sip from Qin Zhuo's glass and her face scrunched up from the spiciness.

Even with this appearance, others still find her beautiful.

Qin Zhuo chuckled twice, "Is my wife too spicy? How about some osmanthus wine?"

Xue Ci's cup was filled with the osmanthus wine brought by her second aunt, and she sipped it slowly.

This wine is like fruit wine, with a fruity aroma, but it has a strong aftereffect. Xue Ci doesn't drink much to begin with, and she drank it all at once, so she started seeing double after just one glass.

His head was spinning. He heard Song's mother say she was going to take him back to his room, but then the task popped up again.

[When you're drunk, you might unconsciously become closer to someone you like.]

You will ask Qin Wuzhen to take you back to your room.

Xue Ci up, her steps faltering as she approached Qin Wuzhen, her clear, moist eyes fixed on him.

"Big brother, can you help me back to my room?"

He still smelled of osmanthus and alcohol, and even when slightly tipsy, he remained very polite.

When she smiles, the corners of her mouth curve slightly, her eyelids are half-open, and even the faint mole that is usually hard to see hidden in the crease of her eyelids can be clearly seen.

It filled the room with moonlight.

Being stared at by such eyes, for a moment, you feel like you are loved.

We live for these fleeting, elusive moments.

Qin Wuzhen finally understood why Qin Zhuo could always act like a dog.

If it were him... if it were him...

Qin Wuzhen a burning sensation in his throat and his whole body went numb from being stared at. Just as he was about to get up, Xue Ci was hugged from behind.

Qin Zhuo and Xue Ci were too different in size; when he hugged Xue Ci, her toes barely touched the ground.

The man rubbed against the woman's neck a couple of times like a big dog. "Wife, are you drunk? I'll take you back to your room, so don't trouble your brother."

Qin Wuzhen sat down stiffly under the watchful eyes of his elders.

He kept glancing at that figure out of the corner of his eye, but it quickly disappeared.

Even the smell was masked by the alcohol.

Qin Wuzhen inexplicably thought of the day Xue Ci got married, and then inexplicably thought of his own birth date.

He drank a glass of wine, but the bitterness on his tongue kept rising.

*

Xue Ci only heard the sound of the mission being completed.

He wasn't completely drunk, just a little dizzy.

After Qin Zhuo carried him to the room, he sat on the edge of the bed, and Qin Zhuo brought him hot water to wipe his body.

It was very hot inside, Xue Ci didn't want to put on her pants after her thighs were wiped.

Qin Zhuo, worried that he might catch a cold, said, "Wife, you'll easily catch a cold if you don't wear pants."

Xue Ci drawled out an "Oh," and said, "Didn't you say you didn't want me to wear pants?"

Qin Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flushed, and he felt that his wife's words sounded like seduction. He stammered, "Wife, how could you..."

"I heard you talking in your sleep." Xue Ci felt embarrassed just thinking about it, even lifting her eyelids was difficult. "Why do you always have those kinds of dreams..."

Qin Zhuo remained silent, not daring to look at him again.

He bent down to wash Xue Ci's feet.

Xue Ci wasn't wearing pants, and her white insteps looked tiny in his rough, tanned fingers. Such delicate feet were being used by him to step on something so ugly.

Qin Zhuo, seemingly lost in thought, looked up at Xue Ci.

I'm almost asleep...

Qin Zhuo greedily thought—if he falls asleep, will he be able to lick it without being discovered?

The man held her small, round toes in his mouth, probably because she found his tongue too hot and rough.

Xue Ci curled up involuntarily, and her consciousness returned.

He tried to pull his legs back, but the soft flesh on his calves and thighs jiggled along with them, making Qin Zhuo's eyes widen.

Xue Ci could feel the man's hot breath hitting his legs.

"Qin, Qin Zhuo..."

Like a herbivore that can sense danger, Xue Ci called out softly.

The forced calmness in her voice was easily detectable, as it was trembling.

Pitiful.

And it's tempting.

Even a fool would know what to do and what to think at this moment.

Xue Ci's words had no effect; her foot was gripped tightly in the man's palm, burning red, and she couldn't pull it away. He began to tremble all over. "Are you disobeying me?"

"Aren't you a good puppy anymore?"

Is he turning into a bad dog?

With each word he spoke, Qin Zhuo's breathing became heavier.

It's so hot it feels like it's burning you up.

The intense heat finally made Xue Ci panic. She kicked him on the shoulder and hid in the bed.

Unfortunately, the blanket was quickly pulled back.

"Wife, wife..." Qin Zhuo clung to him like a big dog, saying she wanted to consummate the marriage and knew how.

"Could you...?"

"My wife, I want you."

"Waaaa, I love my wife so much..."

Xue Ci's skin burned from the licking, and realizing she couldn't escape, she let out a subconscious whimper.

The progress bar, which had finally gotten a little higher, is about to go backwards again.

He turned his face away, looking aggrieved.

Xue Ci never expected that a fool could go so far.

Once, twice... I scolded him, and even when I slapped him, I wouldn't let go.

It's fine if you do it over and over again.

Finally Xue Ci's voice softened as she said, "I... my stomach is a little bloated, please let go..."

Qin Zhuo acted as if he couldn't hear her.

I simply picked him up from the bed.

Unlike the previous damp water, this time the water was clear, dripping gently from the sky and soaking the sheets.

*

One of the benefits of drinking is that it makes you dream.

So after Qin Wuzhen returned to his room and went to sleep, he dreamed of the person he most wanted to dream of.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but Qin Wuzhen's actions in his dream were incredibly reckless, making people cry and beg for mercy, and even shaking the bed to its breaking point.

Even if it collapses, it doesn't matter; Xue Ci can only hold him.

You can't even put your feet on the ground.

The window creaked and groaned from being slammed.

The knocking on the door disturbed Qin Wuzhen's sweet dream.

He woke up covered in sweat, with veins still bulging on his forehead. He frowned and opened the door.

Qin Zhuo was standing outside, his clothes disheveled, clearly just thrown on.

"Big, big brother, my wife..."

Qin Wuzhen frowned, his voice hoarse.

The body heat instantly cooled.

"Speak quickly."

What happened to Xiao Ci?

Qin Zhuo's voice was also hoarse, and he clearly carried a scent that was... unique to Xue Ci.

Qin Wuzhen quickly realized what Qin Zhuo had done with Xue Ci before arriving, and his brows furrowed even deeper. Then he heard Qin Zhuo speak hesitantly—

"My wife wet the bed..."