Ning Shaoqing sat in the chair when Mo Qianxue walked over and gave him a tight hug, comforting gently, "Don't think about what has happened.
There wasn't me in your former twenties years of life, but in the future decades of your life, I'll always be there for you. If you like it, I'll make longevity noodles for you every coming year."
The knot between Ning Shaoqing's brows gradually dissolved. He clenched Mo Qianxue's hands, taking them to near his heart and then to his lips.
He had a wife now! He had someone by his side for the rest of his life.
The sadness and misery was still there at the bottom of his heart, but he knew that now whenever he was defeated and fell weak again by his past, his wife would be there for him and hug him hard.
For most of time, a man's strength was derived from a woman's support.
Women needed men, but the opposite was true as well.
The air became quiet and was glued with love.
Mo Qianxue took a glance at the outside dark sky and felt a little stupid for being so touchy feely. She laughed, "It's pitch-dark already. Let's go to bed."
Upon finishing, she struggled to get rid of Ning Shaoqing's hand, which took her long to succeed.
She cleaned the table and then went to bed with him.
Tonight was destined to be unusual. The wind blew and trees rustled.
Life is such a circle. You turn around and around until you're dizzy, then you're with your Mr. Right.
Ning Shaoqing entered their room, taking her by the hand. This gave her a sense of wedding.
She stole a glance at Ning Shaoqing, who looked satisfied and joyful.
From the moment he saw her waiting for him, the smile never left his face. His eyebrows lay in a relaxed position, shining eyes dotted on the pretty face, which all together, by the flickering candlelight, made him looked more charming and elegant.
"Blow the light and go to sleep." Ning Shaoqing whispered.
Staying out for so long, now he was anxious to sleep? She looked at him and pouted playfully, "Why hurry? I haven't made bed yet. Don't press me..."
She didn't finish yet and was suddenly lifted up by him, being pressed into the bed and the storm of kiss.
"The light is on."
A flash of palm wind swept and the candle fire was out.
It was his birthday, so he should get something sweet. Mo Qianxue only pretended to resist a bit and then let him get his way.
In fact, from the moment when Awu had told her that it was Ning Shaoqing's birthday, Mo Qianxue had anticipated something erotic to happen tonight.
At this moment, Mo Qianxue totally forgot that she was underage.
She only thought that the ancient people got married at the age of fifteen, so it would be alright if they did it.
Besides, her body was mature with well-developed boobs. Probably she was over fifteen years old already.
Under his kiss, the feeling of electric shock swept from her brain all the way down spine. Mo Qianxue found herself in dizziness.
Half-awake and half-dizzy, she was peeled out of her clothes by Ning Shaoqing in a second. The naked skin was fair and smooth as jade, giving her beauty beyond description.
YOU ARE READING
The Lady's Sickly Husband
RomanceTransmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get? Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen...