Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

At dawn, it was freezing cold, and Yan Xin rushed out of the room with her slippers on, wearing only a thin middle coat.

Jing Yuanzhao came over quickly: "Is it cold..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xin threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly.

Jing Yuanzhao picked her up and said, "Go back to the house quickly. If you come out like this, you will get cold sickness."

Yan Xin hugged his neck.

He didn't smell very good, it smelled like tobacco mixed with other smells. But there was only one warmth that belonged to him, allowing her to ignore any strange smell.

She hugged him tight.

Jing Yuanzhao put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt: "Wait for me! I took a shower and I don't even know if I have lice on my body."

Yan Xin: "..."

Bai Shuang prepared medicinal powder, Banxia and Mrs. Cheng carried a full bathtub of hot water, and Jing Yuanzhao went to the clean room to wash himself.

Half an hour later, when he returned to the bedroom with moisture all over his body and wet hair, Yan Xin put on a small green coat and sat up.

She rinsed her mouth, combed her hair, and briefly washed her face.

The orange light shines on her face, her skin is delicate and porcelain white, her black hair is as fluffy as clouds, and her body exudes a warm and fragrant fragrance.

Jing Yuanzhao was ready to talk for a while, but when he saw her like this, he felt hot all over his body, like a hungry wolf, and his eyes were on fire.

He reached her bedside in a few steps and held her down.

The movement was so rough that Yan Xin's head hit the headboard.

Jing Yuanzhao kissed her and gently rubbed the top of her head, but the kiss was intense and lingering.

His kiss was like fire, burning wherever it touched. Yan Xin's emerald green coat was pulled open by him, and her thin neck was tilted back, a weak breath suppressed in her throat, and her black hair was scattered on the side of her face and shoulders, messy.

When Jing Yuanzhao's anger that had accumulated for more than two months subsided, Yan Xin's hands were sore and her lips were numb from being kissed.

There were kiss marks on the snowy skin, as well as faint marks left when his rough fingers rubbed it.

Yan Xin was wrapped in a thin blanket by him and went to the cleaning room, where he briefly washed her.

When they returned to the bedroom, Feng Ma and Mrs. Cheng changed the sheets and quilts.

It's dawn, the morning light is thin, and the scorching sun is hanging on the treetops in the distance.

The curtains were drawn tightly in the room, and it was dark, day and night.

Yan Xin nestled in Jing Yuanzhao's arms, her whole body soft, and she hugged him gently.

He also hugged her and raised her chin: "Did you miss me?"

"I hope you come back. There's been a lot going on at home recently," Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao gently held her chin and kissed her lips: "Zhuzhu'er, tell me, do you miss me?"

Yan Xin didn't answer.

She lowered her eyelashes and did not answer his question.

Jing Yuanzhao said: "I miss you every day! It's okay to hang this bullet, but when I miss you, I look for you. When I can't find you, it's really heartbreaking."

Yan Xin's eyelashes were thick and drooped, covering her sight. She blinked, and a crystal drop of water hung on her eyelashes.

Soon, the eyelashes were wet.

Jing Yuanzhao was a little panicked: "Don't cry, don't cry. Damn it, don't cry Zhu Zhu'er!"

Yan Xin buried her head on his chest, biting her lip, tears streaming down her face; her shoulders were shaking slightly, and he carefully stroked and comforted her.

"...Do you miss me too?" He kissed her hair again.

Yan Xin hugged his waist.

After a while, she raised her head, with tears on her face, and took the initiative to move forward and capture his lips.

There was another storm inside.

This time Yan Xin was not washed, so Jing Yuanzhao got it all on his pants, wrapped them casually and threw them on the ground. After he washed, he went to bed and hugged her.

Both of them were tired and fell asleep hugging each other.

Yan Xin fell asleep before, but she was just tired to catch up on her sleep, and woke up less than half an hour later.

She looked at Jing Yuanzhao sleeping next to her, and tentatively stretched her legs under the quilt.

So warm!

The whole bed is like a heater, and everything is warm.

When she was sleeping alone, she did not dare to stretch her legs aside for fear of freezing.

Yan Xin didn't move, lying quietly.

She knew that it was a nice day outside, and the sunlight squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains, like a naughty child; there was always some movement in the yard, either servants walking around or two dogs playing around.

There was no sweet or warm feeling in her heart, just tranquility.

It was very quiet, so quiet that there was no emotion, just like an autumn afternoon, when you have eaten well and are basking in the sun.

Any feeling was taken away by the breeze. She was like a transparent glass, empty and comfortable.

Yan Xin lay down for a while, then quietly got up, washed and changed clothes.

Jing Yuanzhao slept from morning to evening.

When he woke up, he first smelled the strong fragrance of noodles.

He put on his clothes casually and walked out of the inner bedroom: "What's for dinner?"

Yan Xin was sitting on the sofa, still wearing the green jacket. The color made her look white, and a section of her snowy neck was so white that it dazzled her eyes.

Jing Yuanzhao was obviously starving to death, but his lust was the first thing he wanted to do.

But Bai Shuang was in front of him, so he didn't mess around and asked again: "What do you want to eat?"

Yan Xin: "You go wash up first and then eat."

Jing Yuanzhao: "I'm starving to death. I'll wash myself after eating."

Yan Xin: "..."

Mrs. Cheng brought a big bowl full of eel noodles. Jing Yuanzhao sat down carelessly, picked up the sea bowl and started eating.

He wolfed down the noodles and finished the bowl of noodles in an instant.

Yan Xin muttered: "You rough guy."

"Aren't you an eyesore to the eldest lady? I can take the bowl, squat in the corner and finish eating before coming in." Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin: "..."

Her stunned expression pleased Jing Yuanzhao. Jing Yuanzhao laughed and asked Mrs. Cheng to give him more noodles.

Yan Xin couldn't stand it any longer, so she went back to bed.

Jing Yuanzhao ate three large bowls of eel noodles and finally filled his stomach.

He sweated profusely and went to take a shower again.

According to his temper and habits, he doesn't even bother to wash his clothes once every ten days and a half in cold weather. In the army, they were also given powder for bathing once a month, so he could barely be considered diligent.

Jing Yuanzhao only saw his uncle bathing every day in winter, and he laughed at him a lot for this.

He's fine now. In order for Yan Xin not to dislike him, he washed himself for the second time today.

Seeing that he had eaten, Yan Xin tidied up obediently and did not care about him.

She had a light dinner, but it had a lot of variety. Jing Yuanzhao teased the dog for a while before she finished eating.

"Take a walk to eat." Yan Xin said.

The two people walked out of the corner door.

"When you came back, did you tell the Governor's Mansion first?" Yan Xin asked.

Jing Yuanzhao: "Not yet."

"I have to say, Mom is very worried about you." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "This time to quell the chaos, there are too many military affairs to report, and I probably can't finish them in two days. I won't be able to come out after I go back."

Yan Xin: "..."

"I will stay with you for two days and then go home in the evening the day after tomorrow. Don't rush me, I almost miss you," Jing Yuanzhao said.

Yan Xin let him hold her hand, and as expected she stopped urging him.

That night, Jing Yuanzhao couldn't help but torment Yan Xin because he slept too much during the day, and didn't sleep until late at night.

He was forced by Yan Xin to take a shower again.

After washing three times in a short period of time, he complained: "I almost lost a layer of skin."

"You're going to get lice, so it's natural for your skin to peel off." Yan Xin said.

Jing Yuanzhao: "I'll serve you one more time, let's go wash together, don't waste it..."

Yan Xin: "..."

Before she could exclaim, he had already skillfully peeled off the clothes she had just gathered around her body.