Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

On the [-]th of the Western Moon, it had been sultry since early in the morning, and the black clouds were so low that Xiao Hei was so tired that he stuck out his tongue after running around the yard for two times.

Yan Xin moved slightly and was covered in sweat.

In the first half of the afternoon, the wind suddenly picked up, thunder rolled, and heavy rain fell, making the branches in the courtyard rustle; the raindrops fell on the ground, raising a curtain of water.

The rainstorm lasted for a full hour and finally stopped.

The air is fresh after the rain, the sun peeks out, and a rainbow hangs on the treetops not far away. The water in the courtyard is set off by the sun, making it sparkling.

"It's his birthday tomorrow, won't he come back?" Yan Xin stood in front of the window, watching the servants clean up the messy courtyard that was hit by the heavy rain.

She didn't sleep well that night, fearing that Jing Yuanzhao would arrive suddenly again.

But he didn't come.

I always have something on my mind and feel restless.

On Jing Yuanzhao's birthday, it was sunny after the rain. There is a faint floral fragrance in the air, and early summer is warm and humid without being too hot.

Yan Xin was in a daze for a while while eating breakfast.

"Miss, do you want to go to the bookstore today?" Feng's mother asked her.

Yan Xin: "What?"

"Didn't you listen to me? Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to the bookstore to check out printing and plan to publish the old lady's medical records into a book?" Feng's mother repeated.

Yan Xin: "Yes..."

"What are you thinking about? Is it because the young master's birthday is today?" Feng's mother asked with a smile.

Yan Xin's face looked slightly unnatural: "I was thinking about this."

Mrs. Cheng answered: "I'm thinking about this too. Will the eldest marshal come? Should I prepare longevity noodles for him?"

He complained again, "I usually run very hard, but when the critical day comes, I don't come. It's really annoying."

Yan Xin: "..."

Everyone in the Songxiang Courtyard was concerned about this matter, and Yan Xin felt much more relaxed.

She ate a bowl of millet porridge and two egg snacks. She was almost full and ready to go to the bookstore.

The phone rings.

Bai Shuang went to answer it, held the phone and said to Yan Xin: "Miss, this is the young marshal's call."

Yan Xin had a premonition when the phone rang and walked over.

There was a lot of noise on the phone, and his voice didn't seem like him anymore.

"...I went out to the city to play." He said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back today. I have something to do at the station, so I can only spare a few hours. I'm on the road all the way back and forth."

Yan Xin: "I will prepare the shoes when you come back next time. Official business is important."

"Come out." Jing Yuanzhao smiled and said, "Zhuzhu'er, what's the big deal about gifts? I miss you, and you coming to see me is the best gift."

His voice seemed to have a thread that hooked Yan Xin's ears and touched her heart.

The words "Miss you" made her heart sore and soft, and she could no longer say any words of rejection.

"Okay, I'm going out now. How?" she asked.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Give Bai Shuang the phone and I'll tell her she knows the way."

Yan Xin called Bai Shuang at the door to come in.

Bai Shuang wrote down what Jing Yuanzhao was saying one by one.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Shuang told Yan Xin that she knew how to go and reassured her.

"...Is it far?" Yan Xin asked.

Bai Shuang: "It's a two-hour drive. The road is not easy to walk, and I'm afraid it will be extremely bumpy. You're going to have a hard time."

"Then drive slower, it doesn't matter if we arrive in three hours." Yan Xin said.

She prepared the gift, wrapped the shoes in a bag, changed her clothes and went out.

Today she wore a thin silver cloak with a plain face and a lotus-colored cheongsam with flowers on it, exposing half of her calf.

She wore glass stockings, high-heeled leather shoes, and a lady's hat, covering most of her face.

Jing Yuanzhao made an appointment with her to meet at a village near his residence.

This Zhuangzi belongs to his secret whistle.

When Yan Xin arrived at noon, Bai Shuang stopped the car in front of a courtyard and knocked on the red brick door.

There is only a paved path in the farmyard, with a large tile-roofed house in the west and small penthouses on the left and right in the west. It is a bit spacious despite being simple.

Yan Xin and Bai Shuang went in and sat down. She smelled the fragrance of gardenia and asked Bai Shuang, "Do you smell it?"

Bai Shuang: "Yes, I'll look for it."

Under the backyard window of the east room, a gardenia tree was planted. It was two meters high, with a canopy like a canopy. It was full of flowers after a night of rain.

"It smells really good." Yan Xin said.

Bai Shuang listened carefully and heard the sound of a car outside.

She backed out.

The sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and Yan Xin was hugged tightly before she could leave the room.

She smelled the refreshing scent of herbs, as well as the scent of soap locust and sunshine.

Jing Yuanzhao seemed to have washed his clothes thoroughly before leaving, and there was no peculiar smell except for the smell of soap locust. His hair was still semi-dry, with a strand falling on the top of his brow bone.

He couldn't help but started kissing her.

Yan Xin: "You..."

The words were swallowed up.

——Let me say something first. It's really irritating to be so anxious all the time, as if there is nothing else to think about other than this.

As Yan Xin thought this, his hands had already slipped in along the hem of her cheongsam and pushed her clothes up.

Unable to stand still, she clung to his shoulders.

Jing Yuanzhao knew that she refused, so he didn't try to force her, he just pushed her on the bed.

The bedding on the bed in the east room smelled like new cotton wool and was soft.

Yan Xin fell into it.

The white jade buttons of the cheongsam are so exquisitely made, and the intricate patterns carved on the small buttons are a test of the craftsman's handiwork.

At this moment, these ridiculously beautiful buttons were torn apart and stretched to pieces.

Jing Yuanzhao caught her lips and kissed her hard, wishing he could devour her.

Yan Xin was confused and felt that she was a bit cheap for looking forward to meeting him last night.

Why do you want to see such a man?

He succeeded, took off her covering, and kissed her again.

Yan Xin tensed her insteps tightly and squeezed a corner of the cotton wool with her hands.

The quilt was too soft, and she had nowhere to apply her strength, as if she had been thrown into the waves.

Whiteness exploded in her mind like lightning, and she heard her own voice.

——No wonder others say she is charming.

Her voice was indeed too delicate and too feminine.

An hour later, she was wrapped in her clothes and held in his arms.

From time to time he kissed her cheek and her hair.

"Are you happy?" he asked her.

Yan Xin is soft from her hair to her toenails.

She glanced at him, her face was as charming as silk, her eyes were gleaming, and her face was filled with spring.

Jing Yuanzhao smiled: "You are so easy to deal with, Zhuzhu'er. You are so soft, and when I touch you..."

Yan Xin covered his mouth: "If you keep talking nonsense, don't even think about seeing me next time."

"You brought it to my door, so I have to say it." He got an advantage and behaved well, and asked for a reward, "Did I serve you well?"

Yan Xin's toes were numb with embarrassment: "Please, brother, stop asking."

How could Jing Yuanzhao be willing to shut up?

He pulled the quilt over their heads, seduced her again in the dark, said some words that made people blush, and insisted on forcing her to acknowledge him.

He complimented her taste, her skin and figure, almost all of which he had to talk about again.

Yan Xin felt that even she looked down upon herself, but she was so beautiful in his eyes.

With him, she would be fine anywhere.