When Ding Can came back, it was already dark.

He drank a lot.

The cheeks are red, and the warm and delicate eyebrows are becoming softer.

Lu Jiayue hurriedly helped him sit down on the edge of the soft couch, Ah Yu brought the sobering soup, Lu Jiayue fed him to drink, and ordered to prepare hot water for him to bathe.

Ding Can half-hugged Lu Jiayue in his arms, with a gentle smile on his lips, and he didn't speak, staring at her, as if he couldn't see enough.

When the maids outside saw this, they all pursed their lips and snickered.

Lu Jiayue knew that he had drunk wine, he couldn't push him, and he wouldn't listen to what he said, so he had to hold him in his arms.

When the maids had prepared the hot water and clothes, they urged him to take a bath.

When he stood up, he found that his steps were steady, his shoulders were straight, and he was not drunk.

He has been drinking beauty knives all year round, and he has long practiced the amount of wine, and the ordinary pear blossom and white apricot blossom are brewed, no matter how much he drinks, he is only slightly drunk.

Lu Jiayue stood under the south window, looking at her portrait on the easel.

My heart is so sweet that I can't say it.

It turned out that the person he couldn't ask for was her!

In those days when they didn't show their hearts to each other, he looked at her like this to relieve the lovesickness in his heart

His painting skills are so good, he portrays her with a smile and is so vivid.

It's about day and night, and I've recalled her appearance countless times in my heart?

Lu Jiayue couldn't help but reach out to stroke the cheek of the person in the painting.

But Ding Can held her hand and hugged her from behind.

The fragrance of agarwood enveloped her.

He was clinging to her in only a thin bedgown, and she could clearly feel his heartbeat.

He leaned down and kissed the back of her snow-white neck.

The body couldn't help but tremble, and a crispy numb feeling flowed from the back of the neck to the whole body.

"Little Girl"

Lu Jiayue turned around and pushed him.

"Wait a minute, I haven't washed up yet."

Ding Can smiled slightly, let go of his arms, and Lu Jiayue ran into the bath.

After grinding in the bathroom for a long time, it was easy to muster up the courage to walk to the door of the bath room, and when I looked down, I found that the big red silk bedding on my body was too close and thin.

So he hurriedly went back to the bathroom to find a coat and put it on, and put it on his chest, so that he dared to come out.

Ding Can had already gone to bed, leaning on the head of the bed, flipping through a book in his hand.

Lu Jiayue couldn't help but wonder why he still looked at the book on the night of candles in the cave room.

When I got closer, I found that he looked a little strange and ill-intentioned.

The maids outside had already retreated, and inside and outside the bedroom, it was very quiet.

The dragon and phoenix red candles shine high, and the wick occasionally bursts out with a slight "crackling" sound.

Lu Jiayue was wrapped in a coat and stood on the edge of the bed, at a loss.

Ding Can patted the bed and said with a smile: "What are you still doing standing there, come up." ”

Lu Jiayue blushed, took off her embroidered shoes, and climbed onto the bed.

He was outside, and she crawled inside.

Lift the brocade quilt with the red color embroidered mandarin duck cross-neck pattern, and a snow-white silk cloth is proudly spread on the mattress.

Lu Jiayue couldn't help but be stunned.

What is it used for?

Ding Can glanced at her, silently put away the silk cloth, and put it aside.

Lu Jiayue didn't ask, and quickly got into the quilt and lay down.

Ding Can was still looking through the book in his hand.

Lu Jiayue showed a pair of eyes from the quilt and looked at him.

"What are you reading, so serious?"

Ding Can smiled: "Naturally, it's a good book." ”

"I'll take a look too," Lu Jiayue was curious, stood up, and looked at the book in his hand.

Just when the page of the book was opened, what caught my eye was clearly one picture after another of the Spring Palace.

Men and women, naked, are doing things of rejoicing.

Lu Jiayue's face was suddenly hot with shame, and she buried her head and face in the quilt with a "snort".

Ding Can couldn't help laughing.

He said to himself: "When I was young, I saw it when I was messing around with those fox friends and dogs, and I haven't seen it for many years.

As he spoke, he stopped.

Suddenly there was no movement, and Lu Jiayue quietly peeked out of the quilt.

It turned out that Ding Can was lying on the pillow, staring at her with a pair of eyes full of smiles.

"You are so bad," Lu Jiayue snorted.

The delicate body in the futon was hugged by Ding Can.

A gentle kiss that gradually becomes deeper.

The desire that has been held for a long time can finally be released at this moment.

However, before he could move, the little girl cried out in pain.

He kissed her again until she called him Jiro again and again

However, the little girl still cried out in pain.

He felt sorry for her and couldn't help but stop.

The little girl looked at him with teary eyes.

Ding Can had slight doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

I couldn't help but freeze for a while.

After thinking about it, it's just that the coming day is long, and there is no hurry at this time.

So he stopped and hugged the little girl in his arms.

"Okay, I don't want to sleep, okay?"

The little girl said "um" aggrievedly.

However, desire is difficult after all, but you can't taste the clouds and rain of Wushan with your beloved.

It's uncomfortable.

The little girl gradually fell asleep in his arms.

Ding Can raised his hand, picked up the book of spring palace pictures next to the pillow, and threw it on the ground.

*

Early the next morning, I got up early to make tea for Mrs. Ding and Mrs. Ding.

Then Mrs. Ding quietly called her youngest son aside, frowned and asked him, "What happened last night?" ”

The mother-in-law had already shown her the snow-white silk cloth.

Ding Can was slightly embarrassed, thought about it, and said with a smile: "She is still young, and she is afraid of pain." ”

In the matter of the husband and wife's bed, although Mrs. Ding is a mother, she is not good at interfering too much.

So I didn't ask any more.

But that's not always the case.

Ding Can couldn't help but wonder how to think of a way to cover up the past.

After thinking about it, he quietly mixed the painted dansha with water, dropped a few drops on the snow-white silk cloth, and threw it aside.

Someone will take it for Mrs. Ding early tomorrow morning.

Sure enough, Mrs. Ding was relieved.

The youngest son is almost in his old age, and he is just looking forward to having a child sooner.

However, although Ding Can was extremely gentle this night, Lu Jiayue still cried out in pain.

On the night of the third day, Ding Can no longer had hope, so he didn't make out too much with Lu Jiayue, but just hugged her and fell asleep peacefully.

In the second half of the night, he suddenly woke up.

The little girl in her arms slept sweetly, her cheeks were red and fluttering, and her long eyelashes covered her eyes, looking delicate and cute.

He knew that he shouldn't disturb her good sleep, but he was emotionally moved at this time.

It's harder than ever.

So he kissed the little girl's pink lips, and the little girl muttered softly, but she hadn't woken up yet.

When Yoyo woke up and opened his eyes, he found that the clothes and pants on his body were gone.

But it still hurts.

Looking at the teary-eyed little girl, Ding Can suddenly woke up, and the doubts in his heart gradually cleared up.

"Tell me, you met King Jin in the attic that day, did you --- with him?"

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