Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Jing Yuanzhao spent the whole afternoon at Yan Xin's place.

He forced her to use her hands.

When it was over, Yan Xin's fingers were slightly swollen, as if they were a bit swollen.

The whole process can be called Lingchi.

Yan Xin felt uncomfortable all over, she felt uncomfortable everywhere, and she was sweating all over from exhaustion.

Jing Yuanzhao was even more sweaty.

Bai Shuang was at the door and asked in a low voice: "Miss, Mrs. Cheng asked if you want water?"

Yan Xin was startled.

Then her whole face turned red.

Her front window was closed at some point; the curtain was also lowered on the back window to cover the screen.

She thought there was no movement inside, but people outside knew everything.

"Yes." It was Jing Yuanzhao who answered.

Yan Xin wanted to cover his mouth, but it was too late.

She hurriedly got up, put on her clothes, came out of the room, and went to the clean room to take a shower.

Bai Shuang fetched a bucket of water and carried it to Jing Yuanzhao's room.

When Banxia gave Yan Xin clothes, she was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to look.

Sangzhi was silent and did not dare to speak.

Sister-in-law Cheng is more at home and has arranged everything.

Jing Yuanzhao was in the room and wiped his body with a bucket of water. He took off his sweaty clothes and was taken out by Mrs. Cheng to wash.

Yan Xin had already changed into her underwear and outer clothes, and watched Mrs. Cheng and others drying Jing Yuanzhao's clothes in an orderly and careful manner.

A line of tears slipped from the corner of her eyes.

Dignity is completely lost and dignity is ruined.

In her previous life, she would rather abandon her useless identity of "young mistress" and become a medical woman to make money on her own.

Even in the Republic of China, it is always disrespectful for a woman to work on her own.

Wives from well-established and wealthy families don't do anything.

Those who do things are inferior people.

Yan Xin couldn't afford the dowry, and her husband couldn't be relied on. She had to support her own life with her hands.

She was demoted one level in status, but she still lived an upright life.

She took her self-esteem so seriously, but Jing Yuanzhao stepped on it and rubbed it on the ground.

I hope this villain dies soon!

Yan Xin turned around and returned to the clean room. She cried silently for a moment and wiped away her tears.

She returned to the bedroom.

All the bedding on the bed was replaced with new ones. Jing Yuanzhao only wore a pair of men's underwear and leaned against Yan Xin's bedside to read her book.

Yan Xin stepped forward: "Don't touch my things."

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her, looked at her dressed neatly, and said with a smile, "Isn't it hot?"

He has strong tendons. The chest is broad, the shoulders are flat, and the lines tighten at the waist and abdomen, narrowing downward.

The clear and perfect curves extend from the lower abdomen into the waistband of the trousers, and the abdominal muscles are clearly defined.

Yan Xin turned away from him.

Even after he took a shower, his skin was still hot and his body temperature was naturally high.

She pushed him: "Hot."

Jing Yuanzhao let go of her and looked at her again: "Crying secretly?"

"When are you leaving?" Yan Xin asked.

Jing Yuanzhao smiled: "Your maid stole these obscene pants from somewhere. Am I going to wear these? I have to wait for my clothes to dry."

"How did you get in?"

"Climb over the courtyard wall." Jing Yuanzhao said matter-of-factly, "There is only one wall between your place and the outer street. Anyone can climb in."

Yan Xin bit her lip slightly.

She didn't know her yard was at risk.

All she knew was that it was very convenient to get in and out without disturbing the rest of the Jiang family, even if it was a little remote.

"... Bai Shuang knew it when I came in." Jing Yuanzhao continued, "So don't worry, no one else can get in except me."

Yan Xin's face darkened.

She quietly arranged her books and said nothing.

Jing Yuanzhao looked at her quietly.

Her profile is beautiful. She has a straight nose, plump cheeks, cherry red lips, and her skin is so white that it is almost transparent, which makes her eyes even more dark. Her eye waves are slightly flowing and can produce water ripples.

When Jing Yuanzhao had free time, he was thinking about her.

Thinking crazy.

It was hot in the middle of summer, and his mouth suddenly became dry and he had to see her.

So he tried to get in first.

He kissed and touched it.

Her skin is always slightly cool, and her smell is so good, a little bitter, like black medicine, but the aftertaste is very sweet.

"...are you angry?" he asked again, with an uneasiness in his tone that he couldn't detect.

Yan Xin organized the medical books but still didn't answer him.

Last time Mrs. Cheng asked her why she didn't wear a pearl comb made of Nanzhu, which was obviously very beautiful.

She was thinking: She was entangled by Jing Yuanzhao, so she didn't deserve it.

She didn't deserve any more good things.

When she was in the quagmire of the Jiang family, her heart would be more poisonous than a snake or scorpion; when she was around Jing Yuanzhao, her body would be dirtier than a prostitute.

The man who gave her the pearl may just be grateful. But subconsciously, he felt that his face was as pure and pure as a pearl.

She is not.

Those bright white pearls look like irony.

Yan Xin felt aggrieved.

She worked hard to study medicine, and she also worked hard to live. Fate would either dig a hole for her here, or set a hurdle for her here.

Living a life of splendor and dignity, regardless of past and present life, is all a delusion.

"Are you really angry?" Jing Yuanzhao saw her eyes were red and stood up to hug her, "Don't cry."

"I didn't cry," she said.

She did not cry, but she was full of emotions.

Jing Yuanzhao hugged her: "I won't come anymore, okay? Don't be angry, I will only take you to my villa from now on."

Yan Xin raised her eyes, her dark eyes falling on his face: "You do what you say, otherwise I will shoot you to death. You swear!"

Jing Yuanzhao laughed and kissed her hard on the lips: "You cruel woman!"

Then he said, "I don't want to be shot to death. I haven't eaten you yet."

Yan Xin: "Then there's no need to be hypocritical."

She pulled away from him.

Jing Yuanzhao said he was a little tired and fell asleep on the pillow mat.

Yan Xin couldn't sleep, so she sat at the dressing table and sorted out medical records.

When he turned his head slightly, he saw the man's peaceful sleeping face.

When he was asleep, he was very well-behaved and good-looking, with a charming face.

What a pity he is a gangster.

Jing Yuanzhao woke up in a daze. It was already dusk.

Only the last ray of bright red rays of the setting sun remained, shining in through the window and falling on Yan Xin's side. She was writing something at her desk, facing Jing Yuanzhao from the side.

Jing Yuanzhao was in a daze when he suddenly saw this scene and returned to Guangcheng in a daze.

It’s also such a hot day, and it’s also such a sunset and the woman’s silhouette.

Almost the same beautiful figure and profile.

He couldn't help but called her in a low voice: "Ayun?"

Yan Xin turned her face sideways, her expression darkening: "Next time, I'll go to your Ayun's place."

Jing Yuanzhao woke up completely and said with a smile, "Are you jealous?"

"I'm not jealous." Yan Xin looked at him, "Since you called her in the dream, you must like her very much. In that case, why not go to her?"

Jing Yuanzhao really wanted to say that his Ayun was Yan Wanwan.

But he couldn't say those words.

Deep down in his heart, he refused to admit it. He always felt that Yan Wanwan had insulted his Ayun.

Jing Yuanzhao once went on a march and was hungry for three days. He ate a piece of pastry and found it extremely sweet. Then he bought it and ate it, but he choked and couldn't swallow it.

Yan Wanwan is like that cake.

When he couldn't see or hear clearly, she was extremely beautiful, with a faint medicinal fragrance on her body; even her dark skin was cool, soft and delicate to the touch.

Yan Wanwan is not like this.

Instead, it was Yan Xin who materialized the person in his fantasy.

She fits his fantasy about Ayun in every way.

"Maybe, I'm right next to her." Jing Yuanzhao suddenly thought.

If you can't find the original feeling, then find a substitute to quench your thirst, it will be just as comfortable.