"Why not? I am the only one who can see what I know. So what does it matter?"
Wen Zhigu was still hesitant.
Ji Xubai hugged her and rubbed her body like a poor puppy, "It's just this time, okay? I'll take the initiative next time..."
Wen Zhigu looked at him with a red face, opened his mouth, and was speechless for a long time.
After all, I no longer have any temper for him.
Seeing this, Ji Xubai hugged her and pushed her towards the bed while kissing her.
The red candles in the hall reflected brightly, flickering and appearing, and the curtains were moving.
…
They lingered on the bed and kissed.
Finally, when Wen Zhiyu mustered up the courage to sit on him, his face was so red that he almost bled.
The whole process was ups and downs, ups and downs, and all I could see was the bright red candle outside the curtain, which gradually turned into a superimposed shadow.
It seems like it has never ended.
Beside the bed, red clothes were scattered on the ground.
…
Early the next morning, Wen Zhigu was woken up by someone. When she opened her eyes, Ji Xubai lingered between her lips, and his hot breath lingered around her.
When Wen Zhigu saw him, he thought of something for a moment. He blushed and pushed Ji Xubai away, but was pulled back by Ji Xubai's hand around her waist, and fell into his arms again. , Ji Xubai coaxed her in a low voice: "Sleep a little longer..."
"I don't want to sleep with you..."
"I want to sleep with my wife..."
"... Shameless." Wen Zhiyu was hugged by him so hard that he couldn't exert any strength at all, "Let go quickly, we will serve tea to dad later."
Ji Xubai had to reluctantly let her go. Seeing her sitting up from the bed, he also sat up, hugged her from behind, arched her neck, and said slowly: "Change your husband."
Quite a proud tone.
Wen Zhigu paused, smiled silently, and turned back pretending to be serious, "To whom?"
"A gentle and understanding husband."
Wen Zhiyou originally wanted to pretend to be angry, but seeing the proud look on his face as he introduced his identity to her, Wen Zhiyou couldn't help but curled his lips and smiled. Those words seemed to be sweet to the heart. .
A gentle and understanding husband.
Not Tai Fu Ji, not Second Young Master Ji, but a gentle and knowledgeable husband.
After Wen Zhiru helped him wash and change clothes, he didn't forget to find a cloak to put on him. He lowered his head and tied his belt carefully. Ji Xubai also lowered his eyes and looked at her clean fingers, along with his own. My heart seemed to have been cleansed and pure.
Wen Zhigu pushed him out. The weather was really good today. Although it was snowing, the sun came out and shone on people, making them feel warm and in a good mood.
But when Marquis Ji saw Wen Zhigu pushing Ji Xubai over, he couldn't help but lecture Ji Xubai, "Father told you to let Zhigu have a good sleep, why are you still bothering Zhigu to push you over?" …”
Ji Xubai said expressionlessly: "Your daughter-in-law insists on coming over to serve you tea. What can I do?"
"Really." Mr. Ji said that Ji Xubai was wrong, but he was not happy in his heart. You know, the last time Ji Xubai and Wen Zhigu got married, they didn't have all the proper etiquette. Yes, it was impossible for Wen Zhigu to take the initiative to come over to greet him, let alone come specifically to offer him tea. So this time when Wen Zhigu took the initiative to bring Ji Xubai over, Ji Houye I was really happy.