Chapter 12: Living Freely Like an Immortal (Revised)
Only the floor lamp in front of the bedside table was turned on in the room, the light was dim, only illuminating the corner of the bed, making the cold-colored bedding show a warm tone.
Tang Man was lying on the bed, Si Jiahe’s fluffy head was resting on the pillow beside her neck, his arms were wrapped around her waist, his face almost buried in her shoulder.
A muffled voice came from the pillow, “Man, next time I will definitely perform better and last longer.”
He had been taking medication recently, and taking too much of that kind of medicine would make one’s emotions particularly indifferent, and even affect this aspect. But if he didn’t take it, it wouldn’t work either. He had already developed a dependency, otherwise, once he stopped the medication, his emotions would become a bit uncontrollable.
When he spoke, even the tips of his ears were red. Tang Man casually touched them and placed her hand on Si Jiahe’s slender neck.
Every part of this boy’s body was beautiful, like a work of art. His raised neck was like the proud swans by the lake when they curved backwards, with a beautiful curve.
It made her reluctant to let go.
“Why do you need it to be that long!” She said with a laugh, “Do you think you’re shooting a movie?”
“I like you just the way you are.”
She just thought that the two of them hadn’t been intimate for a long time, so Si Jiahe was a bit too excited today.
The boy in her arms softly hummed, the arms around her waist tightened a bit, making her feel as if her waist was about to be broken.
She patted Si Jiahe’s arm.
“Loosen up a bit, you’re too strong.” There were probably red marks already.
Si Jiahe loosened a bit, but still hugged her in his arms, his head lifted from the pillow, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of affection, and the corners of his eyes were still a bit red, not yet recovered from the lingering sensation just now.
Tang Man turned her head and was face to face with Si Jiahe. The close-up beauty made her throat itch again. She couldn’t help but cough, her fingers fidgeting a bit, wanting to smoke a cigarette, but she could restrain herself. She actually didn’t like to indulge herself in one thing. Addiction and indulgence were also a taboo for her.
However, in the past two years since she had been with Du Henian, he had asked her to quit smoking, saying that it was bad for her health. She only smoked one in private when she couldn’t help it, and didn’t dare to let him find out.
Come to think of it, she hadn’t smoked for more than half a month, and she didn’t have any cigarettes on her now. As for Si Jiahe, he was a good boy, and it was even more impossible for him to carry cigarettes.
She scratched Si Jiahe’s chin, patted the boy’s head, and let him get up, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Her body was sticky, and she could feel the sweat between their skins when they were lying on the bed, which was not very comfortable.
There was a bathroom in the room. She was too lazy to put on clothes again and got out of bed directly.
There was a large mirror outside the bathroom. The bathtub was being filled with water. Tang Man stood in front of the mirror outside for a while, lifted the hair on her shoulders, and found a very deep red mark on her shoulder blade, which was also a bit bluish.
She touched it, it didn’t hurt.
The marks in other places were very light, not too heavy, and would probably disappear tomorrow. It was just that the red mark on the shoulder blade was more troublesome and might take a week to fade away.
She frowned.
Troublesome.
However, there were many more red marks on Si Jiahe’s body than on hers.
When she saw Si Jiahe’s repressed look with reddened eyes just now, she couldn’t hold back and used force with her hands.
She was frowning when the bathroom door was pushed open. Si Jiahe walked in with a clean set of pajamas. Seeing Tang Man standing in front of the mirror, he felt a bit shy. The redness on the tips of his ears, which had already faded, instantly returned.
Meeting Tang Man’s gaze, he mumbled for a while and said, “Man, I brought your pajamas over.”
“Just put them on the counter.”
Tang Man glanced at Si Jiahe, her gaze sweeping over his skin. The marks on the boy’s body caught her eye, and they were really a bit too much to bear, showing how ruthless she had been just now.
It even made her blush a little. She looked away and coughed lightly again.
However, after putting down the pajamas, Si Jiahe walked over, very close to Tang Man. His gaze fell on the shoulder blade she had just looked at, his eyes wandering, looking a bit guilty.
Earlier, he was a bit too excited. When Tang Man pinched him, it hurt a bit, so he couldn’t help but leave marks on her body.
Of course, there might be other considerations… Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes and said in a small voice, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back just now.”
Tang Man showed an indifferent look, let her hair down, and said casually, “It’s okay, others can’t see it when I’m wearing clothes anyway.”
Only then did Si Jiahe slowly make an “oh” sound, sounding soft, as if he was a soft persimmon for her to handle.
It made Tang Man’s heart itch, and she extended an invitation, “Do you want to come and wash together?”
They had taken a bath together before.
After a moment of shyness, Si Jiahe’s face turned red, and he made a low sound like a fly, slowly humming in agreement, like a little wife.
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“Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
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This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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