Indulging Mrs. Lu
Chapter 213: No Hurry, There’s Still Time

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: No Hurry, There’s Still Time

He turned on the shower, and the water splashed on both of them. Zhuang Shuqing was startled again, crying without tears, about to speak when he sealed her lips with his, swallowing all the words she had yet to say.

While kissing her, he was also washing the bubbles off her body. During this process, Zhuang Shuqing clung to him, melting into a puddle.

What is this feeling?

She didn’t know.

All she felt was her body burning like fire, desperately needing something to fill it up.

...

After a long while, he paused the kissing, but their lips still clung to each other.

Their gazes met, she glared at him with wet eyes, he felt a tightening in his lower abdomen. His hand slightly relaxed, and Zhuang Shuqing slid down, a muffled groan escaping from both of them.

At that moment, Zhuang Shuqing bit her lip, so embarrassed she could die in his arms.

God, was it mere coincidence that she just sat down like that...

In the following time, she could hear nothing but the sound of the shower...

In the bathroom, low, restrained moans continued intermittently for over an hour before they ceased...

...

Back in bed, Zhuang Shuqing didn’t care whether she was clothed or not, nor about her wet hair. She sprawled along the bed edge and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, someone was drying her hair; annoyed, she waved multiple times.

It quieted down for a while, then she felt herself being pulled into a strong embrace. She shifted uncomfortably but eventually found a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep.

-

The next morning, Zhuang Shuqing was awakened by the feeling of ticklishness.

She opened her eyes, met a pair of teasing eyes, and reached to cover those eyes. Her hand froze midair as she unbelievably stared at the bruised marks on her hand, unable to recover for a long time.

"You..."

The man still bore a teasing look. Seeing her about to speak, he immediately cut in, "I’m still here."

Zhuang Shuqing: "... weren’t you supposed to return to the military district?"

"No rush, there’s still time."

His tall frame approached, sending shivers down Zhuang Shuqing’s spine.

In her memory, his embrace was firm and strong, even... during those moments, he’d tightly hold her, confining her, making her feel every move of his.

She loved him deeply then, he was serious, even in his passionate moments he could control his breath, taking her along to that wonderful realm.

"Not concentrating, huh?"

Zhuang Shuqing snapped out of her thoughts, her lips parting slightly as she raised her delicate hand to trace the contours of his face, "My husband is so handsome."

Seemingly pleased by her words, Lu Jinyang lowered his head and bit her pale skin.

She winced in pain, pushed him away, and then started nibbling on his lips...

After nibbling for a while, finding herself unsatisfied with this type of action, she imitated his way of kissing her...

After an unknown duration, they stopped, panting heavily. Lu Jinyang looked deeply at her, "Do you know men are the most vulnerable to teasing in the morning?"

She bit her lip, her delicate face blushing. The blanket rose slowly, pressing against a certain hardness...

"Husband, I... I want... you..."

In the time that followed, Lu Jinyang proved his words absolutely true: men in the morning are indeed the most vulnerable to teasing.

...

...

When she woke up again, Lu Jinyang was no longer by her side.

Zhuang Shuqing lay with her eyes open staring at the ceiling, the events of the evening and morning replaying in her mind, her face flushing uncontrollably.