At night, after bathing, Jiang Chun lay there like an old god, just waiting for Song Shi’an to come entangle himself with her.
If he said a few nice words to coax her, she could go along with the flow and agree to his request for dunlun.
But in the end, this guy was even more like an old god than her, just lying there properly, not even doing any small moves, not even saying a single word.
Was this him playing Jiang Taigong fishing—those who are willing take the bait?
This guy was really so men sao (reserved on the outside, lustful on the inside), usually reluctant even when kissing, but every time they did kiss, it just wouldn’t stop.
It was the same for dunlun. Before, whenever she brought up dunlun, he acted like some captive concubine forcibly taken by the mountain bandit king, with an expression of being forced and helpless.
But when it came to the actual dunlun, he wasn’t reluctant at all. He even took the initiative to ask for a second round, almost tossing her to death.
Now, here he was, putting on an act of restraint again.
Really made her laugh in exasperation.
When it came to the ability to hold back, someone like her, with a fiery temper, obviously couldn’t compare to him.
Couldn’t hold it in, really couldn’t hold it in.
She lifted her foot and lightly kicked his leg, saying with irritation: “Tonight, are we doing dunlun or not? If we’re not, I’m going to sleep.”
Song Shi’an climbed along the pole, immediately saying: “Since my lady wants to dunlun, as your husband, of course I have to satisfy you.”
Jiang Chun rolled her eyes at him, snorting and laughing: “Then I have to thank husband for being so considerate and caring, huh?”
Song Shi’an shamelessly replied: “You and I are husband and wife, no need for such courtesies.”
Jiang Chun’s eyes almost rolled to the sky: “Heh, hypocritical man.”
Song Shi’an, who was called hypocritical, decisively used his mouth to block her small mouth.
When it came to kissing, there was nothing hypocritical or polite about him—very straightforward.
Every place that should and shouldn’t be kissed, he kissed countless times, carefully and thoroughly.
Kissed Jiang Chun until she was emotionally moved, her body twisting like a mahua (twisted fried dough pastry), humming and groaning non-stop, even taking the initiative to rub herself against his wushi (thing/object, referring to his genitals).
He had been a bit worried, afraid that he was too much last night and had hurt her, so he didn’t dare to just go at it without care. He carefully checked under the candlelight.
But found that this thick-skinned, tough-fleshed woman didn’t have a single issue.
Then he didn’t hold back anymore.
He reached out and grabbed her waist, slowly merged with her into one.
Jiang Chun couldn’t help letting out a satisfied sigh: “Mmm…”
Song Shi’an closed his eyes, took a breath, and then began working diligently and earnestly.
In the movies Jiang Chun had watched in her past life, someone had sincerely asked, “Is that thing really that fun?”
She couldn’t answer back then, but now she could: it’s really very fun.
Especially when the person you’re doing it with is a man who has excellent hardware in both figure and appearance, who is patient enough to wait for your emotions to stir before starting, who aims to make you happy during the process, and who’s even willing to use his brain to think up techniques.
Here’s the literal translation as you requested, keeping the sentence structure, grammar quirks, and cultural references intact:
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It’s simply too satisfying!
It’s just too satisfying, every time climbing to the mountain peak, she felt her blood pressure rising rapidly, limbs twitching non-stop, like having epilepsy, feeling like at any moment she could have a cerebral hemorrhage or a heart attack.
But contrary to expectations, Song Shi’an who just started eating meat like a young brat, after one round was still not satisfied. After resting for a while, he dragged her for a second round.
Later on, she was completely muddled, didn’t even know when they finished, also didn’t know if she fell into a deep sleep or passed out.
The newlywed couple, who just had a taste of the forbidden fruit, shamelessly and indecently tangled together for half a month. Time passed like this, and it was already early September.
That day during dinner, Song Shi’an announced a piece of news at the table: “I asked around and got news of Tangmei (paternal cousin younger sister). Her current situation is very bad. I have to go to Shaoxing Prefecture personally before the canal freezes over, to redeem her back.”
Jiang He gave an astonished “ah”: “Go to Shaoxing Prefecture? Shaoxing Prefecture is in the south? That’s quite far.”
But she didn’t say much to stop him. Since he said Tangmei’s situation wasn’t good, it was probably being sold into the brothel.
That’s not a place for people to stay. After all, they are cousins, and since there’s news of her, and the son-in-law has 1,500 taels of silver in hand, redeeming her out is also the right thing to do.
Jiang Chun didn’t give any opinion at the table. That night, back in the west room, she asked Song Shi’an: “You asked the county magistrate for help in inquiring?”
Song Shi’an of course didn’t ask Lu Zhengheng, but he also didn’t want to make up lies to trick Jiang Chun, so he answered irrelevantly: “Father doesn’t seem too willing for me to go to Shaoxing Prefecture, but didn’t say it outright. What about you, wife?”
Jiang Chun’s face dropped, giving a cold snort: “Of course I’m not willing for you to go. A prosperous place like Shaoxing Prefecture, pretty little ladies everywhere, what if you get tripped up by someone and refuse to come back?”
Song Shi’an glanced at her sideways, the corner of his mouth showing a shallow smile: “The pretty little ladies in the south are indeed everywhere, but each one is like a weak willow supporting the wind (delicate and weak women). Even with a lantern, you can’t find one like my wife who can carry a big fat pig on her shoulder and still walk briskly like flying—a strong woman warrior.”
Jiang Chun reached out and gave him a light pat on the shoulder with a “pa” sound, laughing and cursing:
“Are you complimenting me or mocking me?”
Song Shi’an reached out and pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the forehead, and said softly: “You can rest assured, at most a month and a half, I’ll be back.”
The section of the Grand Canal at Qizhou Prefecture usually froze at the end of October. He must return before the end of October.
When Jiang Chun heard this, no matter how she thought about it, it felt like a flag being set. An ominous feeling surged up in her heart—would something really happen?
After all, in the original novel’s plot, this didn’t exist. Could there be some unforeseen accident even she, the author, didn’t know about?
She turned her eyes and had a plan in mind.
But on the surface, she only nodded and said: “Mm, of course I trust my husband. Otherwise, when we were eating, I would have jumped up to object.”
In Song Shi’an’s clear and cold phoenix eyes, there was tenderness like water. He lowered his head and pecked her lips, asking with a smile in his voice: “Is there anything my wife wants from the south? I’ll buy it for you.”
Jiang Chun raised her head to look at him, giving a big eye-roll: “I’m just a village woman who’s never even left Hongye County. How would I know what stuff the south has?”
Song Shi’an pursed his lips, knowing she was pretending to be ignorant, but not daring to expose her, so he explained on her behalf: “There are many good things in the south—rouge and powder, silk threads and embroidered sachets, round fans, tea leaves, yellow wine, as well as spices and such.”
Jiang Chun made a thinking face, then after a while gave an “aiya,” rubbing her head in his chest: “Can’t think of what to get. Husband, just bring me a couple of items, whatever you like.”
After a pause, she added a line very fitting for her character: “Don’t buy anything too expensive. Anyway, a rough person like me can’t tell the difference between good and bad.”
As soon as the words fell, her wicked little paw reached under his waist, groping and grabbing a few times. She gave a perverted “hehehe” laugh: “Of course, I can still tell the difference when it comes to things like this.”
Song Shi’an hadn’t expected her to make a move there. His breath hitched, his gaze immediately darkening, voice going hoarse: “Wife, you want it again?”
Jiang Chun decisively let go, proving her innocence: “No, I’m talking serious business. Don’t think nonsense.”
Song Shi’an lifted her up horizontally, placed her on the kang, and said firmly: “Wife, you do want it. In front of me, you don’t have to hide it.”
Jiang Chun: “……”
Heaven and Earth as Witness, last night they had already feasted once, she really wasn’t thinking about it at the moment.
Forget it, in a few days he would set out for Shaoxing Prefecture, by then surely there’d be no way to dunlun again. This “wanted” black pot, she’d just take it, whatever.
The result, naturally, was yet another absurd night, fooling around all the way until the third watch of the night before they stopped.
The next day after breakfast, Jiang Chun drove the mule cart, bringing Song Shi’an to Hongye County, to the dock to ask the boatmen if there were any passenger ships heading south.
By chance, there was a passenger ship heading for Hangzhou Prefecture the day after tomorrow, stopping at Shaoxing Prefecture along the way. Jiang Chun quickly took out two taels of silver and booked a second-deck cabin.
The bottom-level communal bunk was cheap—only 300 wen—but with dozens to over a hundred people squeezed together for ten-plus days, eating, drinking, sleeping, relieving themselves all in one place, not to mention the smell being unpleasant, there were too many eyes and it wasn’t safe either.
After leaving the dock, Jiang Chun took Song Shi’an to purchase some things he might need on the road, such as a hand warmer for keeping warm, a small red clay stove for heating meals, a small clay kettle for boiling water, low-smoke charcoal, as well as ready-made medicines for seasickness, acclimatization issues, and diarrhea, etc.
Because there were too many things, she simply bought a rattan chest to serve as a luggage box, stuffing all these bits and pieces inside.
Seeing this, Song Shi’an couldn’t help but laugh and cry, saying: “You might as well pack a small two-handled iron wok and soybean oil too, then I can stir-fry dishes in the cabin myself.”
Jiang Chun gave him a glare: “You can’t even cook, why bring those burdens?”
She turned and smiled at the old man selling the rattan chests: “I think your rattan chest looks quite nice. Give me another one, I’ll use it at home to store odds and ends.”
The old man quickly fetched another one from the wheelbarrow, handing it over to Jiang Chun, grinning so hard his teeth weren’t showing: “Lady has good eyes. The rattan chests I make are the sturdiest, guaranteed to last you long.”
Jiang Chun wasn’t done after buying a heap of things in the county. Once back home, she rummaged through chests and cabinets, packing several sets of Song Shi’an’s single-layer garments, lined garments, and shoes and socks into the rattan chest.
She even struggled to stuff in a set of thick cotton-padded jacket and trousers.
Song Shi’an quietly watched from the side, only feeling warm in his heart. The more she packed, the more it showed how much she worried about him, truly holding him at the tip of her heart.
He hadn’t even left yet, and already he was starting to miss home, reluctant to part from her even for a moment.
In the last two days, the two of them were almost glued together every day. At night, they waged battle every night, the battle situation was simply an exhilarating and hearty one.
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Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon it was the day for Song Shi’an to set out.
Jiang Chun and her father both set out together, going to Hongye County to send him off.
At the dock, Jiang Chun nagged a whole bunch of instructions, and even the usually taciturn Jiang He added a few words of advice.
Song Shi’an lowered his head, listening carefully, nodding as he listened, not showing the slightest impatience.
Only when the call to board the ship sounded did he, walking up the gangway, take three steps then turn his head once, over and over again, until finally being swept into the cabin by the flow of people.
Finding his cabin, he pushed the door open, set the rattan chest on the floor, leaned his back against the door, tilting his head back hard, not wanting the tears to fall.
But in the end, the tears still slid down from the corners of his eyes, disobedient.