As he spoke, before she could respond, he directly joined with her again.
Jiang Chun let out an “ah!” in shock, exclaiming: “Again?”
He picked her up, letting her sit atop himself, while he continued to work hard, snorting a laugh as he did: “After all, one must let the lady enjoy herself, right?”
Jiang Chun slapped his back with her hand, huffing: “Who said I didn’t enjoy myself? It’s just you being greedy, yet you want to pin the blame on me. I think you’ve learned bad habits.”
He really had learned bad habits—she hadn’t even gotten to the part of teaching him about changing positions, yet he already had her sitting on top of him.
Self-taught?
But Jiang Chun indeed didn’t feel much discomfort. Thinking that this was his first time trying something new, it was understandable that he’d be greedy for it—once more, then once more.
However, she had underestimated the endurance of an adult man who had fully recovered his health, practiced swordsmanship for several months, and developed chest muscles and a six-pack.
For Song Shi’an, it was “once more.” For her, it was “a billion times.”
She screamed again and again as she ascended on the spot, a cycle that repeated endlessly, as if it had no end.
Pleasure, of course there was pleasure—so much pleasure. But it was too much pleasure. After too many times, she felt she truly couldn’t take it anymore.
In the end, she had no choice but to cling onto his neck, crying softly and begging him for mercy: “Husband, no more, I can’t take it anymore.”
Song Shi’an didn’t stop immediately. He sent her up once more, and only after that did he also follow along and ascend.
The two of them were both exhausted, completely worn out. They originally intended to rest in each other’s arms for a while, catch their breath, and then clean up—yet they both ended up falling asleep together.
Perhaps because she was too tired, Jiang Chun’s biological clock of waking up at yinchu [3–5 am] failed, and this sleep went straight through till daybreak.
She opened her eyes and saw that it was already bright outside. She quickly pushed awake Song Shi’an, who was lying in front of her, and she herself rolled up and got up in one motion.
She hurriedly put on her clothes, reached out and pushed at Song Shi’an, who was just pulling on his underpants:
“You go to the side to dress, I’ll take the bedsheet that has blood on it and wash it before Father wakes up—we still have to use it to cover ourselves later.”
Back when they got married, because the local custom for a live-in son-in-law did not call for a big ceremony, Jiang He only asked Granny Liu to make a single large red wedding quilt, without even bothering to cut a matching large red bedsheet.
Last night, for the sake of celebrating the occasion, Jiang Chun directly took the red bedsheet off the wedding quilt and used it as a bedsheet. She had to wash it clean quickly and sew it back on.
Song Shi’an, holding his underpants, stood up, took a few steps toward the foot of the kang, making room for her.
Jiang Chun, with one motion, lifted the quilt, reaching out to pull at the red bedsheet on top of the mattress. But as soon as her hand reached halfway, she froze.
On the red bedsheet, there were yellow and white stains, but only no red ones.
No luohong1Luohong, literally “fallen red,” meaning the traditional belief that a woman bleeds upon losing her virginity?
Song Shi’an tied the waistband of his underpants, saw her kneeling there motionless, followed her gaze to look over, and instantly also froze.
No luohong?
Could it be that the Jiang Chun from the previous life, before marrying him, had already had a relationship with someone else, had already consummated with another man?
This Jiang Chun clearly did not know this matter—otherwise, at this moment, she wouldn’t be stunned in place like this.
Moreover, based on his understanding of her, if she had known this beforehand, after the two of them developed mutual feelings, she would definitely have told him, and would not have deliberately concealed it.
No, absolutely cannot let Jiang Chun know about this matter.
The two of them cherished each other, and were also highly compatible in bed matters—everything should have been smooth and beautiful moving forward. If it were ruined by this matter, it would be too much of a waste.
Besides, Jiang Chun’s nature was carefree and optimistic, always smiling, and that had also helped him become much calmer in heart. If she were to know of this, she would definitely feel a barrier in her heart, and perhaps would never smile so brightly again.
Furthermore, she would have a hard time coming up with a reason to explain it away—unless she confessed directly that she was not the original owner, and that what the original owner did had nothing to do with her.
But that obviously wasn’t very likely.
After all, things like borrowing a corpse to return the soul were too strange. She would surely worry that he wouldn’t be able to accept it, and wouldn’t reveal this secret easily.
Therefore, before Jiang Chun could speak, he preemptively said: “Is my lady surprised at why you didn’t have luohong? No need to be surprised. Back when I was in the capital, I once heard an old imperial physician say that women’s bodies differ—not every woman will have luohong. It’s just that the people of the world are ignorant, using whether there is luohong as the sole criterion to judge a woman’s chastity. Because of this, countless innocent women have been wrongly accused. My lady is simply one of the women who happen to not have luohong. It’s nothing major.”
Jiang Chun lifted her gaze to look at Song Shi’an, her entire being in shock.
A man of ancient times, could actually say such words that make one look at him with new eyes?
Jiang Chun lowered her head, but it wasn’t because she was upset about not having luohong. She was just trying hard to sift through the original owner’s memories, to see if she could find any clues from past experiences.
The main point was to see if there was a paramour.
If there was no paramour, then she probably knew what had happened.
As a modern woman, of course she knew that not every girl bleeds the first time.
The reasons for not bleeding were many. Aside from congenital underdevelopment, some girls had tears from physical activities or heavy labor, and for some, it was simply because the man’s size was too small.
After rifling through her memories, she didn’t find any adulterer, but she did find the reason why there was no luohong.
Back then, the original owner was only fourteen years old. That day, she was helping Jiang He catch a pig. Because it had rained the day before, the ground was a bit slippery, and that pig, of all things, was very agile. The original owner was caught off guard and got knocked over by it, landing straight into a split.
At the time, she sprained her ankle, the pain making her grimace in agony, so she didn’t notice any other strange sensations.
That night, when she changed her underpants, she discovered there was blood on them. She thought it was just her kui shui [a poetic term for menstruation] coming early and didn’t think much of it.
The next day, the kui shui didn’t come, so she ran to ask Jiang Zhaonian’s wife, Qi Shi. After Qi Shi asked about her situation and learned that she had taken a cold bath before her kui shui arrived, she scolded her harshly.
And just like that, the matter passed.
In Jiang Chun’s opinion, that blood obviously wasn’t kui shui—it was the luohong torn by accident.
She was fretting over how to explain this to Song Shi’an, this ancient man.
Let alone ancient men—even many modern men were ignorant and foolish, judging a woman’s virginity based on whether she bled or not.
How many girls had broken up over this matter in anger?
But before she could figure out how to explain it, Song Shi’an had already prepared an explanation for her, and it was so reasonable…
As expected of the beautiful, strong, and tragic male supporting lead she had personally written, perfect in every way. Look at this knowledge reserve, this way of thinking—it was simply ahead of its time.
She couldn’t help but smile: “I’m not actually one of those women who are born without luohong.”
Upon hearing this, Song Shi’an’s heart instantly tightened.
Then Jiang Chun told him about the incident where she got knocked over by a pig while catching it, did a split, and tore herself, losing her luohong.
Song Shi’an: “……”
After listening, he let out a long breath of relief in his heart.
As long as there wasn’t an adulterer, it was fine.
Although, even if there really had been an adulterer, that would have been the sin of the original owner, and had nothing to do with her, the one who came later. His feelings for her wouldn’t change.
But who would want to leave such a regret behind?
He wanted to fully possess her, just like she wanted to fully possess him.
He didn’t want a stranger who had nothing to do with them wedged in between.
As for the Jiang Chun from the previous life, he had already let go of his hatred for her the moment he realized he had feelings for this Jiang Chun.
She was already gone. Hating her would only let her feel smug, make her think that there was still someone in the world who cared about her.
Letting her completely disappear in this world, without a sound, and with no one remembering she ever existed—that was the greatest punishment for her.
He reached out to pull Jiang Chun into his embrace, softly coaxing her: “Alright, the pig that harmed you has long been slaughtered by you, its belly cut open, heart dug out, lungs ripped apart, and the meat sold for silver. Let’s not fuss about it anymore.”
Jiang Chun lifted her eyes to look at him, raising an eyebrow to ask: “Such an outrageous coincidence—if you tell people, I’m afraid not many would believe it, yet you actually believe it?”
Song Shi’an let out a low chuckle: “It’s their ignorance if they don’t believe it. If I were one of those ignorant commoners, could you have taken a liking to me?”
“Of course I could.” Jiang Chun reached out to stroke his face, giggling as she said: “Husband’s face is so absolutely beautiful—even if you were an ignorant, foolish big commoner, I could still take a liking to you.”
A silly, foolish beauty wasn’t quite cute too?
Song Shi’an: “……”
This little lecher, talking such big truths recklessly.
He pulled her closer into his arms, leaned in close to her ear, and softly asked: “Does it still hurt there?”
Hearing this, Jiang Chun got angry. She raised her hand and lightly punched him in the chest, fuming as she said:
“You bastard! Last night I was crying and begging you to stop, yet you wouldn’t! Once you started, you wouldn’t stop, you kept going and going—my little life was almost half gone! Hmph, you big scoundrel, I’ll never consummate with you again!”
It didn’t exactly hurt—it was just that it felt rather sore and swollen.
Song Shi’an hooked up the corner of his lips, lowered his eyes to look at her, and smiled: “Really not going to consummate with me anymore?”
Jiang Chun counted on her fingers, a bit hesitant. If she really didn’t consummate with him, whether the one at a loss would be him or herself, that was still an open question.
After a moment, she snorted: “Not going to consummate with you for at least three days!”
Song Shi’an couldn’t help but laugh: “Only three days of not consummating with me, huh? Looks like my lady isn’t all that mad at me.”
Jiang Chun shot him a glare, coldly threatening: “Next time I say stop, you have to stop. Otherwise, it won’t just be three days—it’ll have to be seven days before you can touch me again.”
Song Shi’an agreed readily: “My lady, I know I was wrong. No matter what, let me make up for my mistakes tonight. I’ll definitely follow your requests and behave properly.”
Jiang Chun originally wanted to refuse flat out.
But after eating so well last night, if she didn’t eat again tonight, she’d really feel a bit greedy for it.
Yet to make her change her mind right now, she really couldn’t bring herself to lose face.
She gave a light snort: “Night matters, we’ll talk about them at night. For now, stop pestering me—I need to go make breakfast for Father.”
Song Shi’an rested his chin on top of her head, pouting his lips, looking pitiful as he said: “Only making it for Father, not making it for me?”
Jiang Chun reached out to rub his cheek with her hand, smiling playfully as she said: “I’ll make it for you too—how could I not? Not only will I make it for you, I’ll also make you some good food to nourish you. After all, husband worked so hard last night.”
Song Shi’an hooked up the corner of his lips, smiling as he said: “Thank you, my lady, for thinking of your husband.”
Nourish himself, huh? Seeing her attitude, if he coaxed her a bit more at night, they’d probably be able to consummate once more.
After all, this person, her biggest flaw was that she couldn’t help but feel too sorry for him.
Ah, this little enchantress—every part of her is so good, every part is seductive, and he really has gotten a bit addicted after getting a taste.
Not good, truly not good at all!