Jiang Chun, with nothing to do in her free time, counted the days again on her fingers.
Song Shi’an had taken the last dose of medicine on the tenth day of the eighth month. On the eleventh of the eighth month, he stopped taking medicine. Up to the sixteenth of the eighth month, he had already stopped for six days.
So actually, if they just waited two more days, by the eighteenth of the eighth month, they could consummate the marriage.
Eight one eight, prosper a bit, not bad, it was an extremely auspicious yellow calendar day.
When it got to the eighteenth day, after eating dinner for half an hour, Jiang Chun hurriedly went to bathe, and after bathing, urged Song Shi’an to go bathe as well.
When Song Shi’an finished bathing and returned to the west room, he found the west room had completely changed.
The mattress on the kang bed was spread with a bright red bedsheet. On the windowsill, on the left and right, there were two long red wedding candles with the xi (喜) character on them. On the kang table, which had been moved to the foot of the bed, there was a large coarse pottery wine jar, and inside the jar was a big bunch of all kinds of wildflowers.
Such a big setup?
Song Shi’an, already a bit nervous, couldn’t help but get even more nervous.
Jiang Chun climbed onto the kang, lay down on the big red bedsheet, patted the spot beside her, and urged Song Shi’an, who was still standing by the kang: “Husband, quickly get on the kang! A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold, the more you dawdle, the more a few taels of silver grow wings and fly away.”
Song Shi’an: “……”
The tense atmosphere disappeared completely, and in an instant, there was only speechlessness left.
He climbed onto the kang, sat beside her, and quietly looked down at her from above.
Jiang Chun raised her eyebrows, smiling mischievously: “What are you looking at? Do you think that seeing a beauty under the lamplight, the more you look, the more beautiful it gets?”
Anyway, that’s how she felt.
In the hazy glow cast by the two red candles, Song Shi’an’s originally fair face seemed like it had been covered with a soft light filter, and his clear, cool phoenix eyes seemed to carry infinite tenderness.
Song Shi’an curved his lips slightly, the corners of his mouth showing a faint smile: “It is quite beautiful.”
Aiyo, this guy actually praised her beauty with a smile? Jiang Chun glanced askance out the window—could it be that red rain was falling from the sky?
She threw him a coquettish look, and with a wicked grin: “Since I’m so beautiful, why don’t you hurry up and eat me up?”
Song Shi’an: “……”
Such a good beauty, but it’s a pity she has a mouth.
He lowered his body, directly used his lips to block her mouth.
If he let her continue with this nonsense, he was afraid he’d burst out laughing and ruin today’s important task of consummation.
Jiang Chun opened her lips, let his lips and tongue in, entangling with her own.
This guy’s kissing skills were now already at the level of green flame in the stove [idiom meaning “to have reached the pinnacle of perfection”], not only had he fully mastered the tricks she taught him, but he could also draw inferences, creating new techniques on his own.
Jiang Chun was kissed by him until she was panting, her lips and tongue both numb, her brain a mushy mess, all dizzy and woozy.
Her body was practically as soft as noodles.
Even so, Song Shi’an didn’t let her go, continuing to nibble and suck on her tongue for quite a while, then moved toward her neck.
The skin of her neck was extremely sensitive, being nibbled and sucked by him, the tingling and itchy feeling split into two paths—one shooting straight up into her brain, making her even dizzier.
The other path went down her spine, sparks flying with lightning, making her limbs go soft along with it.
She twisted her body in discomfort, and couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper from her mouth.
Song Shi’an lingered on both sides of her neck, unwilling to leave, tormenting Jiang Chun until her body twisted back and forth like a twisted dough stick for quite a while, before finally continuing down, arriving in front of her.
He parted his lips and took one into his mouth, while his other hand climbed onto the other side.
Using both mouth and hand, after a good bout of toying, they were stained with a layer of pinkish glow, like the evening sunlight shining on the clouds.
Jiang Chun had clearly already become aroused, her pair of apricot eyes glimmering with water ripples, mouth letting out a constant stream of soft whimpering sounds, using her hands to push against his shoulders—meaning to say, hurry up and get to the business.
Hurrying up to get to the business—hurrying up was impossible. Song Shi’an, though he knew very little about the matter of consummation, at least had a clear enough understanding of his own thing.
If he didn’t make her sufficiently aroused, given that he himself was somewhat unusually gifted, he would definitely hurt her.
Therefore, he let go of the front and slowly moved downwards.
Although this wasn’t the first time he kissed her there, Song Shi’an still couldn’t help the flush rising to his face, and his whole ear “whoosh”—turned red in an instant.
Jiang Chun, however, seemed like a cat who had suddenly had its tail stepped on, letting out a startled cry, then her upper body jerked upward.
Right after, she fell back onto the pillow with a heavy thud.
She almost ascended on the spot.
Yet this was only the beginning—Song Shi’an used the skills he had learned from kissing her on normal days, tormenting her until she let out cries over and over again, her body rising and falling like a corpse coming back to life.
Fortunately, there was a large kitchen between them and the east room—otherwise, with her voice this loud, it would have definitely been heard by Jiang He.
But just using his mouth wasn’t enough—he would also use his hands from time to time to probe her arousal level. It wasn’t until the autumn rain fell endlessly that he finally stopped.
He removed his underpants and, with great caution, attempted to proceed.
He would frequently look up to check her expression.
Seeing Jiang Chun’s brows furrowed, showing a hint of pain, he hurriedly stopped, asking softly: “Does it hurt a lot?”
It did hurt, of course, but it didn’t seem to be the kind of heart-wrenching pain as the legends say. It was probably more like the pain of a finger being nicked by a knife.
For someone like her, thick-skinned and strong, this level of pain really didn’t count as much.
But aside from pain, there was also the feeling of foreign intrusion and unfamiliarity—that was the main reason for her furrowed brows.
For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. After pausing for a bit, she let out a soft hum: “Just slow down a bit.”
“Okay.” Song Shi’an answered crisply.
After that, he strictly followed her request, slowly inching forward.
Jiang Chun: “……”
Told you to slow down, didn’t tell you to crawl like a turtle.
She lifted her foot, nudged his lower back with her heel, and murmured: “Husband, are you planning to dawdle until daybreak? A dull knife cutting flesh versus one slash to end it—you guess which one’s more painful?”
Besides, she didn’t believe he could last that long. Wait a bit—when he couldn’t hold on anymore and turned into a noodle, she’d see if he’d be embarrassed or not!
Song Shi’an: “……”
A dull knife cutting flesh versus one slash to end it—of course he knew which one was more painful. But clearly, it was she who just told him to slow down, and now she was blaming him for being slow…
But he didn’t dare make a sound.
She was unreasonable to begin with, and now with the two of them in this situation, unless his head was kicked by a mule, how could he be stupid enough to argue with her at this critical moment?
He spoke good-naturedly: “Then I’ll go a bit faster.”
But he didn’t fully believe her nonsense either. If he really gave her a one-shot finish, not only would it hurt her, but she’d definitely scold him so badly it would rain curses.
So, he placed both hands on her waist, and slowly became one with her.
His hardware was too superior—although she was already aroused enough, Jiang Chun still couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath of cold air with a hiss.
Not just her—even Song Shi’an felt overstimulated, taking in several deep breaths before he came back to his senses.
His eyes darkened, voice hoarse, as he asked: “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
Jiang Chun wasn’t exactly okay—she practically felt like she was going to be torn apart.
She shot him a glare: “A vegetarian from childhood can still grow so superior—this makes sense?”
Song Shi’an instantly understood what she meant, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve up into a high arc. With a voice carrying a hint of a smile, he said: “It’s this husband’s fault, making my lady suffer.”
Jiang Chun: “……”
Damn it, this guy’s actually feeling smug now? The words she used to complain about him actually turned into compliments?
She pushed his lower back with the heel of her foot, speaking in an annoyed tone: “Hurry up and get to work, don’t think about slacking off.”
Song Shi’an: “……”
These are your words—later on, don’t go begging for mercy!
He placed both hands back on her slender, barely a handful waist, and as she wished, buried his head and began working hard.
At first, Jiang Chun felt a bit of discomfort, but after a while, the discomfort started to fade, and she gradually began to taste a bit of fun from it.
This fun increased little by little with his hard work, so much so that her mouth began to let out soft moans once again.
Jiang Chun opened her eyes and, through the hazy red candlelight, looked at Song Shi’an, who was half-lying on her, working hard and breathing heavily.
The belt of his inner robe had somehow come loose, revealing hints of his already defined chest muscles and six-pack abs, while his freshly washed, uncombed black hair spread messily across half the kang, entangling with her own hair, making it impossible to tell whose was whose.
It truly matched the phrase “tied-hair couple.” (referring to husband and wife bound by hair, symbolizing a lifelong union)
She reached out, tugged at the belt of his inner robe, and her hand reached towards his abs, fingers rubbing back and forth over the six beautiful muscles as if she were scrubbing laundry.
Song Shi’an lowered his head to look at her mischievous fingers, his eyes darkening even more, and his movements grew even more fervent.
Jiang Chun was shaken so hard she nearly fell apart, her moans becoming scattered and fragmented along with it.
She opened her mouth with difficulty, pleading: “Slow down, be gentler.”
Song Shi’an was quite good at selective deafness, completely ignoring her words, and even worked harder than before.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Jiang Chun couldn’t hold on anymore, screaming as she shot up the mountain peak.
Song Shi’an had wanted to hold on longer, but her battle formation was too overwhelming, and this was his first time experiencing the fireworks display of reaching the summit. He simply couldn’t resist, and also crossed the peak.
His waist and legs went soft, and he collapsed directly onto her.
Jiang Chun reached out to hug him, both of them panting heavily, bodies trembling slightly.
She felt rather satisfied. She had thought that the first time consummating would hurt so much it would feel like dying, and that there would be no pleasure to be had.
After all, it was a process one had to go through. For the sake of future happiness, she could endure it.
But in the end, it hardly hurt, and she actually enjoyed it. This was simply an unexpected delight.
The powerful, tragic, and pitiful male lead she had worked so hard to write—didn’t benefit some other female supporting character, but in the end, benefited herself, the author. Wasn’t this just too reasonable?
Who has objections?
Even if they have objections, they’ll have to hold it in!
Jiang Chun reached out to stroke Song Shi’an’s smooth, long hair, smiling mischievously: “Husband, you’re mine now. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take responsibility for you.”
Song Shi’an: “……”
This sentence… wasn’t it supposed to be spoken by himself?
But he didn’t refute her. He simply reached out to hug her tightly, speaking faintly: “Keep your word. If you dare to abandon me, even if I have to search the highest heavens and the deepest hell, I absolutely will not let you go.”
It was the first time he realized that consummating could be such a joyful thing. No wonder so many men were addicted to the gentle village [referring to the comfort and pleasure of women].
But he did not regret spending his past life growing old alone—after all, those other women were not Jiang Chun. He didn’t want to marry them home, and even less did he want to consummate with them.
He only wanted to consummate with the one he loved. Only consummating with the one he loved was a pleasure.
Jiang Chun deliberately shivered and, smiling mischievously, said: “Aiya, husband, your crazy appearance is so scary, people are so scared, you know?”
What he had just said was no joke, but she took it as a laughing matter, grinning and not taking it seriously. Song Shi’an gritted his molars in anger, snorting a laugh: “I see my lady’s spirit is quite excellent, showing not a trace of exhaustion. Clearly, you still have the strength to accompany your husband for another round.”