The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

The candlelight flickered inside, the wick popped slightly, and a few tiny sparks flew up, making the white jade teacup on the table glow and dim.

The curtains fluttered gently, a subtle fragrance wafted through the air, and the light and shadow traced the girl's beautiful profile.

Yu Tingwan is most prone to drowsiness when she has lower abdominal pain and bloating, especially during her period.

I was busy with a lot of things today.

It's getting late.

Yu Tingwan patted his shoulder.

"Are you busy?"

The word "busy" is very vivid.

Both husband and wife understand the deeper meaning of this word.

Yu Tingwan didn't look at Wei Zhao much. After finishing her bird's nest, she put down the glass cup and ran over to lower the half-open window to prevent the wind from blowing in.

Having done all this, she climbed onto the couch and prepared to close her eyes.

But after a long while, there was no sound from inside the house.

The girl opened her eyes and saw Wei Zhao stand up, his imposing figure particularly eye-catching.

Where are you looking?

Wei Zhao tidied up the letters, official documents, and writing materials on the table.

Clearly, he intends to deal with it tomorrow.

Yu Tingwan stared intently at him and said, "Look at Xiao Zhaozhao."

Wei Zhao:......

For a moment, he felt as if he had no clothes on at all.

Helpless, he turned away.

Yu Tingwan was very worried: "Husband, are you going to the restroom? It's no big deal if I see you, I won't laugh at you, why are you hiding?"

She quickly changed her mind.

"That's fine, doing that kind of thing is definitely unsightly."

She nodded at this point.

Although Wei Zhao is shameless, everyone has a sense of shame.

"I suppose you wouldn't be able to sit still in front of me either..."

She tried to find the right words, but for a moment she couldn't. For a fleeting moment, Yu Tingwan felt ashamed; she realized she hadn't read enough books.

Fortunately, after much thought, she finally found it.

"Violate yourself."

With his back to her, Wei Zhao tugged at the corner of his lips, opened the cabinet, and took out a change of clothes.

Men need to be praised from time to time.

Yu Tingwan was not stingy.

"My husband is so thoughtful. He's done it all, and even washed it clean. When I came back, I was still spotless and elegant!"

"His refined and noble demeanor is unmatched in the capital. No wonder outsiders often say that the descendants of the Duke of Shunguo's family are upright, proper, reserved, and aloof from women, and their inner quarters are kept clean."

This shows how much others regarded Wei Zhao as someone to be admired from afar, but not to be trifled with.

Yu Tingwan: "Who knew you'd be secretly behind closed doors..."

"Those people don't even think about it. If you're not interested in women, you're either a monk or a eunuch."

The inner quarters are kept clean, and no concubines are taken. This shows that the Wei family respects their first wife and does not engage in promiscuity.

But they are not gods after all.

"Everyone has seven emotions and six desires. If they were reserved and introverted, the Wei family line would have ended long ago."

She chattered away, but Wei Zhao didn't interrupt her. After taking the clothes, he turned around and quietly looked at her.

Yu Tingwan was inexplicably being watched.

"What...what happened?"

Wei Zhao: "Wait until you finish speaking."

Yu Tingwan: ...

Last time she attacked Wei Zhao, Wei Zhao also put aside what he was doing. After all, he had to wait for her to finish attacking him.

It really is...

You're so considerate.

After he entered the bathroom, Yu Tingwan prepared to go to sleep.

The pattering rain outside formed a melody.

The sound of water could be faintly heard from the bathroom inside the house.

Her hands are small, too big to hold in one hand.

Wei Zhao has long, slender hands; one hand is certainly not a problem.

Yu Tingwan opened her watery eyes and could imagine the scene inside.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but as the girl was drifting in and out of consciousness, she heard footsteps.

She wasn't even sound asleep when she came out?
Yu Tingwan rubbed her eyes, about to praise him for being so fast.

Wei Zhao had long since changed out of her everyday clothes, wearing only her undergarments. As she climbed onto the inner side of the bed, something flashed before her eyes.

Whether it was because her undergarments fit too well, or Yu Tingwan's imagination, the swelling in that area showed no signs of subsiding; in fact, it seemed unusually prominent and erect. "What's this?"

She sat up in surprise.

Yu Tingwan: "Can't you get it done?"

Wei Zhao found a comfortable position and leaned back: "My right hand is injured."

right.

Yu Tingwan applied medicine to his arm this morning.

Yu Tingwan leaned closer.

"Your left hand is perfectly fine, isn't it?"

She looked innocent: "No way, no way, my left arm can't even write, let alone write with it."

Yu Tingwan: "I can eat."

Using chopsticks is no problem at all.

"You can also get dressed and wash up."

No help is needed.

Yu Tingwan: "Isn't it very powerful?"

She was about to say something more when a low gasp escaped her throat.

Wei Zhao's left arm gripped her waist tightly, and through the thin fabric, she could feel the calluses on his hands. With a slight exertion, Yu Tingwan felt the world spin around her.

He lifted the person to the inside of the bed.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

No, you're already in this state, why do you still want to show off?
She was finding it amusing when she met Wei Zhao's eyes, which were filled with lust.

The rain poured down like a celestial river, with silver arrow-like raindrops lashing against the bluestone slabs, splashing up countless fragments of jade.

A clap of thunder shattered the sky outside, but the door remained tightly shut, not letting in a single ray of the warm, hazy light from inside.

The candlelight flickered, casting two overlapping figures onto the half-closed curtain.

Wei Zhao's robe was half-open, and the candle wick suddenly popped, gilding his taut waist and abdomen, and beads of sweat slid down his collarbone.

He kept Yu Tingwan trapped and wouldn't let her leave.

Yu Tingwan: ...

She realized that she had underestimated this man.

He was too nonchalant.

I even asked her to help me take off my pants just now.

As the man masturbated, he stared intently at her. Her eyes were slightly red at the corners, as if she were half-drunk, like a seductive fox.

For some reason, his doing such shameful things revealed an indescribable beauty.

With a wall behind her, Yu Tingwan had nowhere to go and didn't want to leave.

She could actually close her eyes.

But if it's delivered right to your door, why not look at it?

I could hear his soft breathing.

Yu Tingwan unconsciously tightened her grip on the blankets, only to have them gently pressed down by his right fingertips. The touch of their skin felt like a wildfire, burning her eyelashes.

She suddenly felt very thirsty, and her heart felt itchy too.

"Not okay yet?"

Wei Zhao said softly, "Help me."

You're really not being polite.

That makes sense, otherwise why wouldn't they be in the restroom instead of coming back here?

His intention is simply to get her help.

I've done it for him before.

Yu Tingwan was worried about her hands getting sore, but she was so enthusiastic at the moment!

A soft, yielding hand reached out.

The moment her soft, white fingers touched him, she could keenly sense Wei Zhao's pause in breathing, followed by a heavy, labored breath.

She wasn't exactly experienced, but she wasn't completely clueless either.

At least Wei Zhao's reaction was quite strong.

Yu Tingwan was very satisfied.

But Wei Zhao felt it wasn't enough. He chuckled softly, his voice like poison dipped in honey, seeping into the ears in wisps.

"I washed it clean."

A completely random sentence.

Yu Tingwan looked at his teary eyes: "Hmm?"

"Lower your head."

Yu Tingwan was slightly taken aback.

His thin lips brushed against her earlobe, and he rested his head on her shoulder, seductively saying, "Be good, kiss it."

(End of this chapter)