An ugly wife in the time-traveling house

Shan Yu has an obvious desire for late autumn, but can restrain it every time.

Wan Qiu thought that there was something wrong with Shan Yu's body, and he couldn't ask directly because he was concerned about his husband's decency, so he silently added a big tonic ingredient to the soup, which made someone's nose bleed.

This day, Shan Yu looked at the mutton penis soup on the table, no matter how dull he felt, he felt some taste, holding Wan Qiu's hand and said: "I am in good health, and everything is normal, you don't need to change the way Make it up for me."

Wan Qiu pursed her lips, thinking that it wasn't a physical problem, it was something else...

Could it be because he was too ruthless before?Have you left a psychological shadow on your husband, making him afraid to touch yourself?

After taking a bath in late autumn, he went to bed, his body was white and tender due to Ze Lan's long-term nourishment, he touched Shan Yu's knee with his delicate and white feet: "Husband, it's so cold."

Shan Yu pulled the quilt to cover her damp feet in late autumn, and kept flipping through the book: "It's almost winter, it's getting cold, let's put the brazier on tomorrow."

"Husband," Wan Qiu lay down next to Shan Yu again, putting her fingers on his waist: "What book are you reading? Are you still asleep?"

"Sleepy?"

"Well, kind of."

"Go to sleep then."

Shan Yu threw the book out of the bed curtain, and the wind blowing out the Dou Da candlelight, in the darkness of the room, Wan Qiu mustered up the courage to hug Shan Yu's neck, and offered a clumsy kiss.

Shan Yu froze for a moment, closed his eyes and seized the initiative.

The dense kisses spread all over the sky, sliding down from the lips and teeth...

"Hmm~ Husband..."

Wan Qiu panted lightly, blushing and heartbeating, she put Shan Yu's hand on her waist, and pushed it down...

Between husband and wife, such hints are obvious enough.

As far as Yu Wanqiu is concerned, the love in memory is an indelible pain. He was very scared and resisted at first, but now Shanyu is gentle enough, good enough, good enough to make Wanqiu forget the previous hurt, and look forward to that Can the intimacy be as gentle and beautiful as it is at this moment?

Wan Qiu enthusiastically responded to Shan Yu's kiss, almost exhausting all her brazenness and courage, but...

Shan Yu's arrow is clearly on the string, but he still has no intention of drawing the bow.

He pulled away, as if he didn't understand what Wan Qiu meant, and as if he really didn't want to do it, he raised the bed curtain and said, "I'll go and untie your hands, you sleep first."

Wan Qiu moved her lips, staring blankly at Shan Yu's back, speechless.

It was too shameful, too embarrassing, too lost, too wronged, and too hurtful to my self-esteem.

Wan Qiu huddled under the quilt and tidied up his messy middle clothes, he breathed heavily and couldn't get up or down in his heart, his eyes were reddish and he bit his lip, he couldn't figure it out.

Would my husband rather endure it than touch himself?

When Shan Yu came back, Wan Qiu had already fallen asleep, he lowered his head and kissed the sleeping man's brows and eyes lightly, feeling a trace of wetness in the darkness that he hadn't had time to wipe off, he was dazed.

Later, in late autumn, I didn't force Shanyu anymore, I just hugged the little bun and looked at the fallen leaves outside the window, my favorite "Dream of Red Mansions" was no longer fragrant.

Shan Yu coaxes late autumn: "Why are you so depressed recently? I haven't gone out for a long time. I just have a rest today. How about going out and buying you some winter clothes?"

Wan Qiu shook her head, looking lacking in interest: "Many of the ones I bought last year didn't have time to wear them."

"Then take you to the theater to listen to the book?"

"I don't want to go."

"Did I make you unhappy?" Shan Yu put the little bun in Wan Qiu's arms aside, avoided it when she poked her lips, and sighed softly, "What's the matter? Talk."

How can such a thing be said openly?

Wan Qiu couldn't speak, lowered her eyebrows, bit her lips, and shook her head, "It's nothing, I just don't know why, I always feel in a bad mood, husband, don't worry about me, it will be fine after a while."

This is like becoming a doctor after a long illness. When a person is more sad, he will always learn to comfort himself, and then lick the pain alone, and finally heal slowly.

Late Autumn doesn't want Shan Yu to comfort himself, he just needs to be alone quietly, and then he starts to miss those desperate days when he couldn't eat enough and was violently treated by Shan Yu.

Back then it was just physical pain, but now it is mental pain.

If she could choose, Wanqiu would rather the mountains and rains remain unchanged, so that her heart would not be so painful.

Shan Yu probably knows that Wan Qiu is unhappy, but how can she comfort her?

He will definitely not touch the person he likes with another man's body, he can't do it.

"Let's go, let's take you out to relax."

Shan Yu carried the little bun to the Erzhu belt at the opposite door of the medical hall, and took Wan Qiu to the theater to find the mute grandpa to listen to a book. He wanted to coax Wan Qiu to relax, but he didn't intend to listen to the tourists at the next table talking about the capital.

"It's said that Lord Liangui of the current dynasty favored the harem, but now the brothers and sisters of the nobles in the capital all have cinnabar between their eyebrows and are dressed in red...but they are not one ten thousandth as elegant as your gentleman..."

Shan Yu's ears twitched slightly, and wanted to listen to a few more words, but no one dared to talk about the people and affairs of the Tian family, and the passengers quickly accepted the gossip Lianzhou's mouth, and put the topic on storytelling.

"A book is a book, and it can't be taken seriously, don't you know? This year's top scholar in the imperial examination is proud of his talents, and he imitated Jia Baoyu in the Red Mansion who refused the princess's marriage, saying that marriage is independent... and Long Yan was furious. Beheaded..."

"Ah? Is this number one scholar stupid? How dare he refuse the princess's marriage? He deserves it if he dies!"

"It's not just the number one scholar. I also heard that some concubine sons followed Jia Baoyu's example and fought for the limelight with their concubine sons, and were miserably dealt with by the mistress...These books are only for us ordinary people to listen to. Those aristocratic families do not allow their children to Those who read these books... and since the incident of Zhuangyuan Lang, no one near the capital dared to mention these books..."

"really?"

"yes……"

Shan Yu pondered for a long time, went home and read the ending of "Dream of Red Mansions", and immediately started to burn the book.

Wan Qiu was shocked: "Husband, what are you doing? Why do you burn good books?"

Shan Yu tore the head of the book in his hand and said without lifting it: "This book has become a banned book in the capital, we can't keep it anymore, and you and grandpa, don't go to the theater anymore..."

Wan Qiu and the mute grandpa were puzzled, and just as they were wondering, Er Zhu walked in with the sobbing little bun in his arms.

"The child is crying and looking for his father. Hurry up and hug Wanqiu... Hey? Shan Yu, what are you doing? Why are you burning books?"

"Also?" Shan Yu heard the point, stopped burning the book, raised her eyes and asked Er Zhu: "Who else burns it?"

"Yu Hua."

Yu Hua is Er Zhu's husband and the cousin of an official in Tsing Yi. There is absolutely a reason for him to burn books.

It turned out later that Shan Yu's intuition was correct.

Four months later, on the day of Late Autumn's birthday, the government suddenly closed the theater and began searching for books from house to house.