Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 102 - 92:
Lu Ziyuan had already pulled her into his arms. Hearing her words, he paused, lowered his gaze to look at her, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I will leave the Capital tomorrow morning."
Xie Wanqing was momentarily stunned by his words, and then she grew increasingly angry.
Simply put, he wouldn’t be able to touch her for months, sufficient time for her to rest.
— She offered the sachet, yet he still wouldn’t let her go.
But this man wasn’t indulgent day after day before. Even during the two months of their marriage, he didn’t come to her courtyard so frequently.
Now that Liu Manrou has given birth, and Er Xia has been taken into the back courtyard, they both long for him nightly. So why does he have to come to pester her!
In her moment of daze, Lu Ziyuan’s hand had already skillfully slipped into her collar, and Xie Wanqing instinctively began to struggle.
But the man’s arms were like iron clamps, and her strength seemed like a feigned resistance, making his abdomen tense. He seized her wrist and pressed her onto the bed.
Lu Ziyuan’s gaze carefully traced the features beneath him, noticing her panic and extreme tension. A trace of helplessness flickered in his deep eyes, and he leaned down to place a kiss between her eyebrows.
"What are you afraid of?" he sighed and softly asked, "I remember never hurting you."
This girl had such delicate skin that a gentle grip could leave a fingerprint. When had he ever actually used force to bully her?
"I really don’t feel well," Xie Wanqing shrunk her neck and buried it into the soft pillow, trying hard to find an excuse, "My time of the month is these two days, my abdomen is quite uncomfortable."
Lu Ziyuan frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.
After pondering for a few moments, he moved aside the long hair on her neck, his gaze falling on her jade-like shoulder and neck.
Several red marks stood out on the girl’s delicate collarbone. He breathed slightly and reached out to touch them.
His coarse fingertips slid across her shoulder and neck. Xie Wanqing stiffened, but the person on her body silently withdrew his hand and got off her.
The oppression he brought suddenly vanished, letting Xie Wanqing breathe a sigh of relief. She then heard him murmur, "So delicate."
Aren’t these delicate?
Can’t be too light, too heavy, too fierce, nor scolded.
And now she’s even learned to ignore him.
Being labeled as delicate, Xie Wanqing felt a surge of anger, but before she could react, her waist tightened, and their positions were reversed.
She ended up above him, looking down at him.
Hurriedly, she supported herself at his sides to avoid falling into his embrace.
"Since Wanwan is not feeling well, as your husband, of course, I should show consideration. I won’t touch you tonight,"
Lu Ziyuan clasped her waist with one hand, letting her sit on him, while his other hand casually toyed with her palm, speaking with a smile, "But with your husband about to go on a campaign, shouldn’t my good wife show some consideration for her husband?"
Xie Wanqing was stunned, not understanding his meaning.
Lu Ziyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed directly on her.
The girl’s posture was graceful, her skin like snow, and the thin nightgown’s collar was loosened from the earlier tussle, revealing glimpses of the moon-white underclothes inside.
But Lu Ziyuan knew that beneath the garment, there were his fingerprints on her delicate waist and abdomen.
Her back bore his kiss marks.
In the year since she married him, the youthful innocence had long faded, and the unintended allure in her brows and eyes was mesmerizing.
Yet, despite being married for over a year, she still remained as unschooled as a naive maiden.
She completely didn’t understand his meaning.
Lu Ziyuan felt a bit helpless.
So it’s his fault, for never having her exert much effort on the bed; most of the time, she was just required to lie down.
Thinking thus, he simply held her waist and sat up directly, embracing her face-to-face.
Their position was such that Xie Wanqing was straddling him.
Their waists and abdomens pressed tightly together.
Attached tightly together.
The thing she had been trying to ignore pressed against her.
Xie Wanqing trembled all over, hurriedly trying to get off, but her waist was tightly held.
She suddenly lifted her eyes and glared at him.
"Didn’t you say..."
"Yes, I won’t touch you,"
Lu Ziyuan interrupted gently, laughing softly, "Then think of a way to calm it down, okay?"
Xie Wanqing pressed her lips: "..."
After pausing for a few moments, she stiffly said, "I don’t know how."
Lu Ziyuan pinched her palm with his fingertip, laughed softly, "I’ll teach you."
"I won’t learn these things,"
Xie Wanqing lowered her eyes, her tone cooling, "Lu Ziyuan, I am your wife, not a concubine serving on the bed."
A wife is an equal.
These means of pleasing men in bed,
aside from women in places of leisure, only mistresses with their allure would learn.
Since childhood, she had been well-versed in poetry and prose, acquainted with music, painting, archery, and horse riding, and understood household management. No one ever asked her to learn how to please a man.
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