Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 46 Drunk

Song Jinshu's symptoms eased day by day, and after a few days, the rash on his body also disappeared. Occasionally when he was taking a bath at night, Yan Cheng saw a few scattered light red marks on his back making his eyes darken and capturing the other to bully severely on the bed.

Song Jinshu was blushing all over, with watery eyes, half-raised his hand to push Yan Cheng's chest.

The bed got soaked from the water from the tub, and his jet-black hair stuck to his snow-white skin, making Song Jinshu look like a snowflake falling from the sky on a winter night, so white that one couldn't help but want to stain it.

Yan Cheng picked up the wet strands from Song Jinshu's cheeks, brought them to his lips, and smelled them, and the refreshing fragrance floated into his nose.

Song Jinshu's whole body was weak, and he leaned lazily in Yan Cheng's arms, his red lips were slightly parted from the kiss, and the moist, soft, and bright red tip of his tongue could be vaguely seen.

Enough of bullying, Yan Cheng wrapped Song Jinshu up in a bed sheet, hugged him in his arms, and placed him on the couch against the wall.

While bending over to tidy their clothes, he told Song Jinshu about the letter he received from Youdu in the afternoon.

"Brother wrote in this afternoon. He heard that there is an epidemic in Yancheng, and he is very worried about us." Yan Cheng wiped off the water droplets on the pillow, turned his head, and saw that Song Jinshu was lying on the couch obediently wrapped in a bed sheet, "I told him We are all fine, and I also told you that you are pregnant, and the eldest brother said that he will make it up to you after you return."

It's good that Yan Cheng didn't mention it before, but when he mentioned Song Jinshu, he missed Yan Chi very much.

In the past, Yan Chi was the only one in the Yan family who treated him as a younger brother, and Song Jinshu also regarded Yan Chi as his own elder brother, and he did not have the time to send the peace knot he wove himself.

Yan Cheng knew what he was thinking when he saw his eyes, took out the letter from his sleeve and handed it to Song Jinshu, and asked softly: "Missing brother?"

Song Jinshu hastily took the envelope in his hand, his mood was a little low and his voice became hoarse, "Well, I miss, big brother."

He carefully read the letter from the beginning to the end, looked at Yan Cheng with sparkling eyes, and showed off: "Brother, mentioned me, more times than you."

Just like a child who can't help showing off to his friends after being praised by his master.

Yan Cheng pretended to be jealous, and said sullenly, "Yes, my elder brother treats you better than me."

Song Jinshu was innocent, thinking that Yan Cheng was really unhappy, so he propped himself up and sat up from the couch, the quilt slipped down his shoulders, exposing a large area of his​​fair skin.

On the side of his neck was the hickey that Yan Cheng was freshly made, and because of his white skin, it was particularly glaring to the eye, Yan Cheng merely glanced at it, then turned his head away in a panic to suppress the rising desire in his body.

Song Jinshu didn't realize how seductive he looked, he stretched out his slender index finger and hooked Yan Cheng's slightly curled-up little finger and then shook it flatteringly, his voice carried a hint of pampering that he didn't even notice: "Big Brother, Big Brother doesn't want you, I, I love you."

As he spoke, he patted his chest, looking confident.

Song Jinshu's fingers were a little cold, and the fingertips had been soaked in water for a long time, and they were slightly wrinkled and white.

Yan Cheng laughed, and followed Song Jinshu's words: "Then Mrs. Yan must spoil me well, I am very pitiful."

Only then did Song Jinshu realize that something was wrong, his face blushed with anger, and he wanted to pull back his fingers, but Yan Cheng held them tightly in his palms, the temperatures of the two are intertwined, and it is no longer possible to tell whose fingers are cooler or hotter.

The day before the two left to return to Youdu, Yao Shaoqing invited the two to have a meal in his room.

The epidemic in Yancheng was gradually suppressed, and the defense at the city gate was also relaxed.

Yao Shaoqing didn't know what he was busy with these few days, finally saw Song Jinshu, and happily asked Liu Cong to go to the shopkeeper of the inn to buy two jars of wine and put them on the table.

Xiao Yize came here uninvited, Yao Shaoqing looked at Yan Cheng and Song Jinshu who was sitting at the table, and did not want to make lose Prince Duan's face, and asked Liu Cong to move a stool from the next room and let Xiao Yize sit down beside him.

"Have you been suffering recently?"

Xiao Yize leaned closer to Yao Shaoqing by taking the action of serving food to Yao Shaoqing and put his hand under the table lightly on Yao Shaoqing's waist, and quickly withdrew before Yao Shaoqing was about to change his face.

"Is the child still making trouble with you? Is the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician useful?"

Yao Shaoqing had never received such care from Xiao Yize before, and he was at a loss for a while, with a full glass of sake in his hand, he raised his head and drank it without hesitation, but his neck turned red after a while.

"I'm fine, The prince is troubled."

On the one hand, he felt that this was going too far, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but want to treat Xiao Yize coldly, as if he could deceive himself and others to write off all the treatment he had received before.

Xiao Yize's hand holding the vegetables stopped, and the vegetable stalks slipped from between the chopsticks. Yan Cheng glanced at him and stretched out his hand to help Xiao Yize put the vegetables into the bowl.

"My lord likes to eat vegetables?"

Xiao Yize looked at the green vegetable leaves in the bowl, his face turned pale, and finally, he stuffed the vegetables into his mouth without changing his expression.

Yao Shaoqing was reluctant to part with Song Jinshu, but he couldn't leave him in such a dangerous Yancheng town, so he held Song Jinshu's hand, and the two exchanged a lot of sympathy.

Ever since he learned from Liu Cong that Yan Cheng already had a wife and a child, Xiao Yize's hostility towards Yan Cheng completely disappeared and started talking with him.

The two of them didn't notice for a while, and the two pregnant persons beside them poured wine into their mouths one cup after another. When the dinner was over, they found that the eyes of their beautiful wives next to them could not distinguish the door from the window.

Xiao Yize pulled Yao Shaoqing into his arms. He hadn't touched Yao Shaoqing for a long time. After being drunk, Yao Shaoqing put away his usual stance of baring his teeth and claws, obediently like a kitten raised in a palace, showing its soft belly, allowing Xiao Yize to knead him.

He rubbed Xiao Yize's neck affectionately, he was not feeling well during the period of pregnancy, and finally, being held by someone's arms, as Xiao Yize coaxed him, he wrapped his arms around his neck obediently.

While Xiao Yize hugged Yao Shaoqing very discerningly, Yan Cheng took Song Jinshu's hand and walked out of the wing.

Song Jinshu looked the same as usual when he was drunk, and followed Yan Cheng's side with bright red ears.

Yan Cheng tucked him to the side of the bed and was about to get up to pour water for Song Jinshu, but before he took a step, he felt someone grabbing the corner of his clothes.

Song Jinshu looked at him with misty eyes, his cheeks were red from the alcohol, and when he saw Yan Cheng turn his head, he shook his hands willfully: "Don't go."