If you don't consummate the marriage for three years and then marry a successful educated youth

Jiang Baozhu pouted, "Oh dear, who said I was lively and cute? Now they're complaining about me. I can't stay calm, or I'll suffocate."

"Come on, sister-in-law, have some meat. You're too thin. You need to eat more to gain weight and look better. A plump, fair-skinned woman looks like she's blessed."

Wen Yao was both amused and exasperated: "I've never gained weight before, so I don't know if I'd look ugly if I did. I'm fine as I am now. It looks better in clothes when you're thinner."

The family chatted and finished their meal quickly.

Jiang Lie didn't take the person home immediately. The night was still long, so there was no rush to do anything now. He didn't even eat after dark, and instead took the person to the hillside to watch the sunset.

"Honey, isn't the sunset even more beautiful?"

"Yes, it looks good."

"When you come into the mountains with me in the future, I'll take you to see the sunrise. The sunrise is much more beautiful from the mountain than from the foot of the mountain. You'll like it, and the air is much fresher."

Wen Yao hugged his muscular arm, rested her head on his arm, and smiled gently: "Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

The two returned home as the sun set.

Jiang Lie locked the door, picked her up and placed her on the bed, his eyes burning as he looked at the person beneath him: "Wife, it's getting late, why don't we get some rest?"

"...Okay, okay, then turn off the light."

She covered her eyes, too embarrassed to look at him.

"That won't do. I can't see clearly with the lights off. What if I hurt you? If you're embarrassed, I have a way to help you."

Wen Yao moved her hand away and looked at him.

He then produced a strip of red cloth from somewhere and covered her eyes directly. Jiang Lie's breathing suddenly became heavier as she looked at the stimulating red and white scene.

"Ah Lie, I'm a little scared."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His fingers deftly unbuttoned her clothes, and as the bodice straps slipped down, her fair skin shone dazzlingly white under the light. Jiang Lie felt as if something had exploded into his mind, leaving him completely blank.

My breathing became erratic. I closed my eyes and desperately tried to suppress the surging desire in my heart, patiently following the steps in the picture book.

A dozen minutes later, Wen Yao gripped the bedsheet tightly, nearly breaking down from the unfamiliar sensation. Her voice trembled with tears as she cried, "Jiang Lie, you bastard~"

Jiang Lie looked up at her, somewhat puzzled. That's how it's drawn in the comic book. Is it wrong?

He blinked and observed carefully, trying to determine her reaction. His intuition told him that Yao Yao's reaction wasn't one of pain, so he would continue to try...

Half an hour passed, and once he was sure he was ready, Jiang Lie's eyes shone with an alarming light.

"It'll be ready soon, honey."

This commotion lasted until midnight, and the moonlight outside the window had dimmed considerably, leaving only the ambiguous sounds from inside the room.

Wen Yao felt like she was about to die, and couldn't help but cry and beg for mercy: "Ah Lie, please stop, I'm so tired."

"Yes, this is the last time."

"Waaaah, you bastard, you're lying."

"This time it's for real."

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Lie regained his senses, picked her up and placed her in the wooden tub to soak, gently and carefully massaging her shoulders, arms, and thighs with his large hands.

Wen Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. She felt herself behind the wooden tub, her fingers trembling as she reached out, the sound of rushing water clearly audible.

It wasn't a dream after all; it's finally over.

Waaah, she felt like she almost died.

A soft sob escaped her lips, and Jiang Lie's heart tightened. He quickly took his wife's hand and looked down at her, asking, "What's wrong? Is the water temperature not right? Do you want it hotter or colder?"

Wen Yao looked at him with teary eyes, not knowing how to speak for a moment, and her throat didn't seem so dry anymore.

"Are you thirsty? I've given you water. Do you want more?"

His eyes sparkled as he looked at her, as if he was expecting something.

Jiang Lie brought her some warm water and looked at her, saying, "Wife, you don't have any strength. Let me feed you some water. If you're angry and want to hit me, go ahead, just don't hurt your own hand."

He took a big gulp of water after speaking, pressed it to her lips and passed it over, one sip after another, giving Wen Yao no time to react.

After drinking a glass of water, Wen Yao felt full.

His eyes widened: "You..."

Jiang Lie looked completely innocent: "What's wrong, wife? Do you want some water? I'll get you some."

Wen Yao said in a hoarse voice, "No, I don't want to drink water. My stomach is already full. You idiot, are you trying to drive me crazy? Get out, I want to take a shower and get dressed by myself."

"No, it's all my fault, my wife. I should be responsible for taking care of you. How can I let you take a bath and get dressed by yourself?"

"Besides, honey, you still have the strength."

"..."

Jiang Lie's eyes sparkled, like a victorious fox. He naturally bathed and dried his wife, then slowly dressed her.

Sitting on his lap, Wen Yao could naturally feel the changes in his body. Her body tensed up involuntarily. She felt that if it happened again, she would really die.

The stimulation was so intense that it was beyond her tolerance. She covered her face and leaned against him, pleading softly, "Ah Lie, it hurts~"

"Okay, let's not continue. We'll have plenty of time in the future. It was my fault today; I was too clingy."

I'll rest for a day tomorrow, and it should be okay to do it once or twice in the evening.

Jiang Lie sensed her relief and couldn't help but chuckle, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? But just now, my wife was clearly clinging to me, how can you turn around and blame me?"

Wen Yao blushed instantly and raised her hand to punch his chest: "You pervert, stop talking, you were clearly doing this on purpose... to provoke me."

"Yes, it was my fault."

He took her hand, leaned down, and kissed it: "Wife, your hands are so soft. Are you sleepy? I'll take you back to your room to sleep."

"Okay, I'm sleepy."

Jiang Lie carried her back to the room and, in front of her, changed the wrinkled sheets covered in ambiguous marks. He also made sure to carefully fold and put away the bloodstained handkerchief.

Wen Yao watched, her face still burning, her body aching again. She slowly stood up and moved step by step to get the ointment from the medicine box.

Holding the porcelain box, before she could turn around, the man pressed against her from behind, his burning body heat radiating through the spot where they were touching.

A voice boomed in my ear: "Wife, what are you holding?"

"I'll apply some medicine; it'll help it heal faster."

Suddenly, his hand was empty; Jiang Lie had already taken it and said earnestly, "Alright, since I caused this injury, it's natural that I should help you apply the medicine. Don't worry, I definitely won't continue."

"You can't bear it the first time, but it will get better later and won't hurt so much anymore."

Wen Yao blushed and covered her eyes while he applied the medicine.

After applying the medicine a dozen minutes later, Jiang Lie put her in bed and said with heavy breathing, "Wife, you go to sleep. I'm going to take a cold shower; it's too hot."

He mumbled something indistinctly: "Um, come back and go to sleep soon."

"it is good."