Playing her hair wasn't enough for Ning Shaoqing, so he walked past the desk and took Mo Qianxue into his arms, "Xue..."
Ning Shaoqing's eyes were full of emotions, but Mo Qianxue was pondering about her tofu business, "Shaoqing, have you ever been told that you're a commercial genius...um..."
Mo Qianxue wanted to say more when she was already in a warm embrace, and her lips were blocked by a pair of burning lips.
In a daze, she tired to push him away, but Ning Shaoqing acted quicker to grab her pushing hands and fixed them behind her back.
All the sensation instantly concentrated to the tiny lips as if the other parts of her body didn't exist any longer.
Mo Qianxue's brain was muddled. Until she finally kissed back on instinct, Ning Shaoqing was satisfied.
As he kissed, he involuntarily held her back into the inner room. He found himself increasingly easy to lost control. Every time as long as he touched these soft lips, he became drunk and indulged in the kissing no matter what.
As he lost control of himself, Mo Qianxue resumed clarity.
The moment she was put on the couch, Ning Shaoqing got a kick from her.
She would never want to repeat the cruel torture that she had suffered on that night, so any sprout of passion would be put off by her timely. Heaven knew whether she would be driven crazy if she was turned on but didn't get satisfaction again and again for a whole night.
Of course, she knew that Ning Shaoqing couldn't help it and cared about her. But she must say no!
Besides, having been smirked by that shameless the fifth lady, she kept feeling uncomfortable.
In modern times, she didn't put on the wedding dress and only a cup of tea made her kick the bucket. Coming to this world, she directly became a wife, without experiencing any loving relationship or wedding.
Alright, she could call it minimalism.
However, this wasn't the case in other people's views. Shootings of luck wife, of unknown origin, of illegal wife without match-maker or betrothal gifts made her so uncomfortable.
Ning Shaoqing was kicked away by surprise but wasn't angry at all.
With an understanding smile, he came over and said, "Xue, we won't be waiting too long. The weird doctor has found the guiding herb, and when spring comes and he gets the new root, everything will be fine."
Oh dear heaven, why did he make her sound so eager?!
Alright, she was, a little.
But...just...still...
Mo Qianxue muttered, her mind full of concerns and asking, "Will there be any incident when the doctor picks the herb?" She had seen on televisions that countless people would show up to fight for the herb at this kind of moment.
Ning Shaoqing felt her worries and hugged her again. This time he behaved himself and didn't use lips or hands, answering seriously, "No, there won't be. I've sent hidden guards to protect him."
"When you're cured, you have to give me a formal wedding to tell others that I'm your legal wife. Otherwise, do not try to..."
"Fine... by then I can..."
"Shameless..."
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Now that she had planned to sell tofu recipe to every place of Tianqi, she needed to distribute the task to the workers and act quick.
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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...