Three Joys

Chapter 81 Extra (11)

The three Young Lord's of the Xu family are all extraordinary individuals, but it's the third one who possesses an exceptionally clever and cunning heart.

Xu Qihao has always been skilled at understanding people's hearts, and he can handle even the most challenging situations with ease. It's evident that he has used all his skills in someone's case. Even if Shen Jingting uses all his tricks today, he will gradually become enamored in this gentle world.

Thin lips gently pressed against slightly parted ones, the desire for reunion was intense, yet neither was in a hurry. They simply savored the taste, gently sipping and exploring, allowing Shen Jingting to recall the days when they were young, when third Lord was in sickbed, they would often cover themselves with a blanket, holding hands and secretly kiss. Sweet memories flooded in, causing Shen Jingting to relax, weakening his resistance until it turned into an embrace. At that moment, their tongues slowly met, gently exploring each other.

After a few moments of kissing, when they separated, their cheeks were both flushed with a rosy glow. Behind them, flower petals fell like rain, creating a scene as if from a painting, truly a sight to behold.

Shen Jingting looked into those pure and innocent eyes, seeing deep affection within. He had been married for many years and couldn't help but understand these feelings. Softly, he said, "This place... it's better if we go back"

Xu Qihao held him, not allowing him to turn and leave. "This deep forest, apart from you and me, who else is here?" As he spoke, his lips gently met Shen Jingting's, covering up all the words he didn't want to hear.

Having consumed the peach blossom wine a while ago, the lingering taste of alcohol was still on their lips. Shen Jingting was aware of his limited tolerance for alcohol, but he also knew that the lingering kiss had left him somewhat intoxicated. He half-pushed and half-pulled, retreating several steps during their entanglement, and finally leaned against a tree with no way to escape.

Xu Qihao approached from the front, laughing softly, and lightly kissed his earlobe while saying, "Since there's no place to hide, why don't we hide beneath your husband instead?"

Shen Jingting blushed again. Since Xu Qihao had regained his health, he had become more lively and mischievous, often saying teasing and playful words, even joking about their relationship during their playful moments.

Despite Shen Jingting's protests, he couldn't do anything about this husband of his. In the past, it had been fine, but now that Xu Qihao was in better health, he had become even more mischievous, constantly trying to take advantage of the situation and seeking benefits.

"What nonsense are you talking about," Xu Qihao leaned closer and murmured, "You clearly like me, like me very much..."

The two of them continued to embrace each other, under the bright blue sky and white daylight, with the shade of the trees as their curtain and the heavens as their blanket, the earth as their bed.

Occasionally, they would burst into light laughter. Xu Qihao, known for his cleverness, kept kissing passionately, and his lips lingered. Like delicate flower petals, his slender fingers unfastened the man's belt. With a rustling sound, his soft fingers slid under the clothes, gently caressing his body.

Those hands were soft and warm, like fine silk against the skin. Shen Jingting closed his eyes and couldn't help but moan softly, saying, "he lang" The voice was drowned in their passionate kiss, with only a faint, broken moan escaping.

Only to see the peach blossom in his hand, sliding over the skin of his chest, gently brushing with the petals. Xu Qihao planted kisses on his neck, deeply inhaling the increasingly intense fragrance, looking intoxicated. His hand reached a soft pearl on his chest, and he gently toyed with it using the peach blossom, causing the pearl to gradually swell and become ripe, like a tempting fruit.

Xu Qihao, usually gentle as water, had an unknown sadistic side. Often, when he saw something intact, a certain part of his heart would begin to stir-what if he damaged it? What would that look like?

Thinking of this, Xu Qihao's face grew even redder, and his breath became unsteady. He couldn't help but deeply suck at the snowy-white neck, causing Shen Jingting to shiver and call out in pain, "He lang, it hurts..."
Unexpectedly, this cry of 'it hurts' aligned with his husband's intentions. He continued to suck and bite at the neck, while his hands exerted force to knead his body.

In the bedroom, sometimes gentle and considerate was a form of intimacy, and sometimes, rough and assertive was another form of intimacy. Shen Jingting frowned slightly, his breathing growing heavier. His fingers tightened on the man's back, digging into his skin. Then, the two exchanged heated kisses again, and in the midst of the peach blossom forest, amidst the chirping of birds and the singing of cicadas, there were sounds of heavy breathing.

The silk robe was removed, and the peach blossoms replaced the fingers, tracing over the fair body. The petals were delicate, but the branches had a hint of sharpness, which could both tickle and stimulate.

The fresh flowers slowly slid down to the groin area and then the palm rested on the fiery area below the navel. Shen Jingting's legs weakened at the root, almost unable to stand. As their lips locked in passionate embrace, Shen Jingting used his hands to support the back of his head. Xu Qihao playfully nibbled at his lower lip while his palms delicately caressed the area around Shen Jingting's thighs.

Shen Jingting couldn't help but moan softly, repeatedly calling out "he lang", his desire evident in his mesmerized gaze. Xu Qihao, attuned to Shen Jingting's desires, began to undress him, revealing the intimate part of his body.

Shen Jingting's physique was unique, with an additional attribute not typical of most men. This feature was not meant for common use but added a layer of complexity to their desires.

Xu Qihao ran his fingers through Shen Jingting's pubic hair, exploring the area with gentle touches. The softness of Shen Jingting's manhood, which was only semi-erect, didn't escape Xu Qihao's notice.

He cupped it in his hand, his voice husky as he whispered, "In a world filled with treasures, none compare to the exquisite beauty of your ladyhood."

Shen Jingting had always been vulnerable to Xu Qihao's teasing, and he attempted to push him away. However, Xu Qihao was quick to hold him close, seeking to please him. "Why is it that as we grow older, your temper grows longer? In the past, you never used to be so difficult with me," Xu Qihao quipped, his eyes holding a mischievous glint as he continued his sensual exploration.

Shen Jingting's eyes, like shimmering water, as if Xu Qihao could see right into his soul, forced him to turn away, blushing as Xu Qihao continued to explore.

Xu Qihao's petals hand toyed with a peach blossom, letting the branches graze Jingting's jade roots. The tender flesh quivered with anticipation as Xu Qihao, holding the blossom, gently glided it over the hidden wrinkles towards the round opening.

Shen Jingting's breathing grew heavy, and he suddenly gasped as he felt the sharp tip of the branch parting his urethral opening and teasing it gently. It was a sensation that combined discomfort and pleasure, unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Xu Qihao continued to manipulate the peach blossom's stem, twisting it deeper with each movement, intensifying the pleasurable discomfort. Eventually, the blossom was inserted at his very core.

Xu Qihao gazed at this "masterpiece" with an excited and eager expression. He leaned down, extending his rosy tongue to lightly caress the trembling manhood.

Shen Jingting weakly called out "He lang" his lower body trembling as if on the brink of release.

Pain and pleasure were intermingled on his face. He had long known that love from Xu Qihao was often accompanied by a touch of pain.