She really hoped He Changdi hadn't heard that... Unfortunately, He Sanlang's senses were too darned sharp.
Chu Lian turned her body slightly and peeked up at him, blushing. She only managed to catch the defined line of his jaw before she quickly hunkered back down and shut her eyes.
She gripped the purse hanging at her waist tightly with her hands. Her body started to tremble.
He Sanlang pulled Chu Lian into his embrace easily. Her back was pressed right against his muscled chest and she could feel it moving as he breathed.
He Changdi's gaze wandered downwards. From this angle, he could see the trembling of Chu Lian's lashes. A smile curved on his lips. His slender fingers made quick work of the button near her collar and travelled further down. Wherever his hand trailed, buttons popped open in his wake. One, two, ...
When all the buttons of Chu Lian's jacket were undone, the white undershirt she wore underneath was revealed.
Chu Lian was paralysed by her shyness. Her eyes were shut tight as He Sanlang's fingers continued working. Her white undershirt was now open, leaving her daisy-coloured breast band exposed. Two soft lumps were barely visible under the thin, plum tree embroidered fabric.
He Changdi's even breathing sped up as his pupils dilated.
He couldn't resist covering one of the lumps with his palm and squeezing a little.
Chu Lian had her eyes shut, so she couldn't see anything, but her other senses had become clearer as a result. She could feel the layers of her clothing being peeled away. She could feel the hot puffs of breath washing over her. Her bashfulness overcame her.
He Sanlang took an arduous gulp. His fingers pulled away the last barrier between them.
The snowy peaks topped with enticing red plums came into his view. His wife's pale skin looked even more beautiful when contrasted against her clothes.
However, the peak on the left was slightly reddened. Of course, it was the one he had accidentally bumped into...
Chu Lian's skin was tender and fragile. It was easy to leave marks on it. She was clumsy and didn't take much care, so there was always a small jar of bruise balm in the room. The bruise balm had been made personally by Great Doctor Miao, so its effects went without saying.
He Changdi suppressed the growing desire in him. He shut his eyes and took some bruise balm onto his palm before carefully applying it to the swollen part of Chu Lian's chest.
Chu Lian could feel his movements, and her eyes fluttered open in surprise.
Here she had been thinking bad things about him, when he was only being a gentleman.
She pressed her lips together. However, when she looked down and watched what He Changdi was doing to her exposed chest, with her shirt open, the blush that had just faded returned in full force.
Although He Changdi kept a serious expression on his face, his hands weren't as well-behaved. He didn't go overboard though. After applying the balm, he immediately started buttoning Chu Lian's clothes back up.
Once her clothes had been straightened out, the flush on Chu Lian's cheeks finally retreated. She buried her face into He Sanlang's chest without a word.
"Don't you have any questions for me?" He Changdi smiled and stroked her back.
Chu Lian pushed him away and looked up to admire the nice line of He Changdi's jaw. "Why did you come to Qingxi Hall so abruptly?"
He Changdi had appeared right in the nick of time, just when she had been put on the spot by Eldest Madam. It was too much of a coincidence. Furthermore, He Changdi usually wouldn't return from the Ministry of War that early.
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Transmigrator Meets Reincarnator
FantasyNot my story. For reading offline purposes. This is Book 2 Credits to: Written by: Snow Mountain Mists (雪山岚) Translated by: timebun, Premonition, Myst Edited by: renderedreversed Raws: http://www.17k.com/book/1768774.htmlation 小说作品翻译自ChineseAll中文在线...