Mi esposa se sube al muro

Capítulo 42

She pinched his face hard, twisting it out of shape. Yang Huan cried out in pain, rubbing his cheek as he burst into laughter, saying, "It really hurts! It really wasn't a dream! What was that woman saying outside? That she went to the temple to pray for a child? It must be a good thing; you'll have to wear it every day from now on..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Shirong covered his mouth with her hand. He glanced at the coachman and then realized what was happening. He immediately stopped talking, just smiling and tilting his head to look at her, laughing every time he looked. His eyes suddenly fell on her chest and stopped there, motionless. Xu Shirong looked down and saw that her collar was a little messy and still a bit open because his hand had just slipped inside. She hurriedly tried to straighten her clothes, but he pulled her close again. After a long struggle, she finally managed to coax him to let go and sit down properly. She straightened her skirt, wrapped her cloak tighter, and the two of them whispered to each other all the way back to the county office.

Having tasted the sweetness, Yang Huan's long-dormant desires were stirred, and he couldn't wait to make things happen. However, he also knew that when Jiao Niang had her period, she sometimes experienced abdominal pain, which would be more severe in cold weather. So he didn't dare to bother her too much. He simply fed her some brown sugar water, took away his own bedding, slipped into her bed, lit the silver incense ball, and pulled her onto his arm with one hand while gently massaging her lower abdomen with the other, speaking softly.

Xu Shirong lay in his arms, listening to his rambling, useless chatter. She felt his warm hand gently massaging her lower abdomen, which seemed to alleviate the cramping pain considerably. The faint, sweet scent emanating from the bedding lulled her into sleep. When she woke in the middle of the night, she found herself still resting on his arm. Worried that prolonged pressure might disrupt blood flow, she gently placed his hand back under the covers before closing her eyes again, a sense of peace washing over her. In her hazy state, she seemed to hear the sound of winter rain outside the window.

The rain, however, was relentless, continuing for two days without stopping; in fact, it intensified even more intermittently. Qingmen, being near the sea, is already damp and cold in winter, and this continuous rain made the chill seep into the bones. Even with heaters burning inside, the dampness and cold were unbearable. Xiao Que and the others who had come with them were used to the dry cold of the capital's winters, and these past two days they had all been constantly complaining about the awful weather. Xiao Die, being younger and thinner, caught a cold from the chill and couldn't get up, the room filled with the smell of medicine all day.

The construction work on the seawall was temporarily halted due to the continuous heavy rain. Only the laborers spontaneously organized themselves to patrol the seawall in shifts. Taking advantage of these few days of free time, Yang Huan spent the whole daytime harassing Xu Shirong in her room, making it impossible for her to do anything. She was furious and wished she could just throw him out for some peace and quiet. Seeing that his wife's eyebrows were raised in anger, and considering that he still couldn't eat anyway, and that things would be settled in a couple more days at most, he was afraid that if he really angered her, she would change her mind. So, he reluctantly went to the front office to deal with some things that had piled up in the past few days. When he had nothing else to do, he also took some men to patrol the seawall.

The rain continued until the fourth day before gradually subsiding, and by dusk it had stopped.

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It had turned into a light drizzle, which should stop by tomorrow. When Yang Huan came in from outside, it was already quite dark, and the lamps were lit inside. Xu Shirong went to the outer room and helped him take off his straw hat and raincoat. Seeing that his head, face, and whole body were quite damp, and his boots were soaked through, his hands were icy cold to the touch, she said with some concern, "Why are you all soaked?"

Yang Huan said, "I just came back from the seaside. Today is the middle of the month and it's high tide. We've also had several days of heavy rain. We need to keep a close watch on things."

Xu Shirong shook his head and sighed, "Now this seawall has become your own son, such a treasure."

Yang Huan chuckled and said, "When you give me a real son, I'll cherish the one you give birth to."

Xu Shirong laughed and playfully slapped him, scolding him for being cheeky, before saying, "I've prepared hot water for you, go take a bath quickly. Otherwise you'll catch a cold, and the family will have another person taking medicine." As she spoke, she pushed him towards the next room. Yang Huan stepped into the room, suddenly turned around, and whispered in her ear, "Today is the fifth day, you..." He stopped halfway through his sentence, only looking up at her and smiling.

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Chapter 51

Xu Shirong's face flushed slightly, but she only smiled at him and pushed him inside. Yang Huan saw her delicate features, tinged with shyness, and knew that good things were indeed about to happen. Seeing the door was already bolted, he pulled her into the bathing room, then shamelessly whispered something in her ear. Before he finished speaking, Xu Shirong raised an eyebrow and spat at him, making a move to hit him on the head. Yang Huan covered his head and hurriedly darted behind the screen.

Xu Shirong saw clothes hanging on the screen shelf and heard a splash, knowing he had fallen into the water. She then turned and went to the adjacent bedroom. Sitting in front of the candlestick, holding a book, she hadn't even turned two pages when she heard him calling her name from inside. She had no choice but to go over and ask through the screen, only to hear Yang Huan's amused voice say, "The water's cold, and the bucket for hot water is far away. I'm freezing after coming out. Could you add some water for me?"

At this time, it was common knowledge that any young man from a wealthy family would have someone serve him while bathing. She hadn't seen Yang Huan before, but ever since he came to Qingmen County, Xiao Que and Xiao Die had refused to serve him. Even when they were separated, he would reluctantly serve her in the mornings, soon claiming he had to serve his wife and take care of himself. Qing Yu would avoid him like the plague, and Xu Shirong herself was even less willing. So it had always been a matter for him alone. Now that she had just relented, he took advantage of the situation and picked up Jiao. She wanted to ignore him, but he kept calling out to her incessantly, so she had to go behind the screen. Looking up, she saw him sitting in the large wooden tub, his arms resting on the rim, his shoulders and head exposed, grinning at her.

Xu Shirong saw that the water in the wooden bucket was still steaming hot. She went over to touch it and found it was still very hot, unlike what he had said about it getting cold. She glared at him irritably and was about to turn away when Yang Huan complained that it was getting cold. Helpless, she had to open the lid of the bucket containing hot water, take a large ladle and scoop water into his bucket. After scooping about ten ladles, she heard him let out a long sigh of relief. Then, he slid down the bucket like an eel, leaving only his head sticking out, his eyes darting around.

Xu Shirong added hot water and urged him to hurry up so they could have dinner, before leaving herself. But when she returned to the bedroom, before she could even sit down properly, she heard him calling again. Reluctantly, she went over, her face stern, and said, "Lord Yang, you're just taking a bath, why are you being more persistent than a three-year-old?"

Yang Huan seemed oblivious to her displeasure and continued smiling, "My back hasn't been washed in a long time; it's probably covered in grime. While it's soaking, could you scrub my back?" As he spoke, he pulled a cloth from the water, draped it over the edge of the tub, and with a splash, turned around and leaned over the edge of the tub, exposing his entire back.

Seeing that he had already gotten into position, Xu Shirong had no choice but to pick up the cloth, wring it dry, fold it into a rectangle, and start rubbing his back. She felt she was already using a lot of force; her arms were a little sore from rubbing. By the light of the candlestick, she could see the red welts on his back, and she felt a little sorry for him. But he, lying there, kept complaining that her grip wasn't strong enough, saying it wasn't even enough to tickle him and that she needed to use more force. Annoyed, she threw the cloth into the water with a splash, making a huge spray, and said angrily, "I'm going to get a brush for brushing horses' backs, and I'll give you a proper tickle!" With that, she turned and was about to leave again.

Before she could take a step, there was a splash behind her. Before she could react, she felt her feet sink into the ground and she was lifted up in his arms. She twisted a couple of times and then felt a heat all over her body. When she looked down, she realized that he had dragged her into a wooden tub and she was completely submerged in the water. Water splashed everywhere, soaking the ground.

Xu Shirong was shocked and reached out to grab the tub side to get up, but Yang Huan had already pressed her waist down and whispered, "I've been wanting to bathe with you for a long time. This will fulfill my wish, okay?"

When Xu Shirong heard him mention again the threat of being hit on the head that he had just made, she wanted to lash out, but she was in such a sorry state, completely submerged in water, and with him standing opposite her, she couldn't maintain a composed expression. She could only dodge his hand while urgently saying, "You're so shameless! I said it wouldn't work."

Seeing her disheveled and panicked state, which he had never seen before, Yang Huan felt smug and laughed, "You say I'm shameless, and that's true. Now I'll show you what shamelessness really means!" With that, he reached out and removed her shoes and socks, tossing them aside without a second glance. He pulled her close with one arm, holding her tightly, while his other hand moved to her chest, grabbing the already soaked collar of her jacket and pulling it down to reveal her smooth shoulders and undergarment. The undergarment, already thin, clung tightly to her body above the water, outlining half of her chest's curves, while the part below floated open like a blooming flower.

Xu Shirong was extremely embarrassed and struggled a few times. Yang Huan saw that her face had turned bright red and knew that she had never been teased like this before. He guessed that she was more ashamed than angry, and wanted to dispel her embarrassment. He quickly moved closer and hugged her tightly, kissed her forehead, and then whispered in her ear, half-coaxing and half-teaching, "Didn't you say the other day that you are my wife? Husband and wife should be like this. What's there to be ashamed of? Who says that we can only be intimate in bed? I love you so much that I feel like I'm about to explode. That's why I wish you could be by my side all the time. After we wash together, I'll carry you to bed, okay?"

Xu Shirong had never experienced anything like this before, which was why she was so embarrassed. But now, as he held her and coaxed her gently, and when she looked up and saw his bright eyes looking at her with such expectation, a string in her heart seemed to be gently plucked, and she lowered her head and remained silent.

Seeing that she was sitting in front of him and no longer struggling to get up, Yang Huan knew that she had been persuaded by him. He was delighted and said with a smile, "Your skirt is in the way. I've never seen anyone wearing clothes after entering the bath. I'll take it off for you..." As he spoke, he had already peeled off her outer garment, and he took the wet garment out of the water and threw it out.

Xu Shirong was left with only a tube top and panties. Before she could even feel shy, she felt his hand tug on her back. The thin strap of her tube top broke off and floated on the water. Her panties were also torn off and scooped up and hung on the side of the tub.

Xu Shirong was completely naked, so she could only bend her legs and huddle them in front of her chest, tightly hugging her knees, and dared not look at him. Although she was very familiar with the human body, she had always been looking at other people's bodies before. It was the first time that she had been completely naked and being looked at and touched by someone, and she was extremely uncomfortable with it.

Yang Huan saw that she wanted to bury her head in the water to cover her exposed chest, and her expression was like that of a newlywed. He didn't think about why she was like this. He felt that his masculine spirit, which had been suppressed by her in every way, had been awakened. He suddenly became bold and used his hands and feet to hook her into his arms. He spread her legs and straddled her. With a bend of her legs, she slid towards him. Their skin was pressed together, and the water rippled around them.

Yang Huan looked down and saw her chest pressed tightly against his. He hugged her and rubbed against her a few times, letting out a low sigh. Then he took her hand and guided it to his hard spot.

Xu Shirong slid down to sit on his lap, already feeling the hard corner pressing against him. Her heart was pounding, and she was caught off guard as he held her hand. When she realized she was being led there, she was startled and pulled back as if bitten by an insect.

Yang Huan chuckled, then took her hand back and whispered in her ear, "It's swollen and painful there. I'd like you to rub it for me, just a little rubbing will make it better."

Upon hearing this, Xu Shirong suddenly recalled how she had caught him several times in the middle of the night, even revealing the handkerchief, yet he had been fooled by her with just a few words and remained completely unaware. He was truly a fool. Xu Shirong found it amusing and couldn't help but chuckle.

Yang Huan was unaware of her thoughts when she suddenly laughed. However, he knew best how to take advantage of the situation. Seeing her laugh, he knew it was a good opportunity and immediately took her hand and pressed it down.

Xu Shirong had seen this before, including when he changed clothes for him in the carriage on the return trip from Tongzhou Prefecture—all in their natural state. Although he knew things could change, he had never witnessed it firsthand. Now, his hand was suddenly pressed down there, and he felt a slight movement, the touch completely unfamiliar. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he wanted to pull away, but Xu Shirong held on tightly, and Xu Shirong kept coaxing him in his ear. Fortunately, being underwater and unable to see, Xu Shirong eventually felt a sense of novelty and curiosity, and tentatively cupped his hand, slowly stroking it up and down as Xu Shirong had instructed.

Xu Shirong looked up and saw him leaning against the tub, looking comfortable and satisfied, almost humming aloud. Suddenly, she felt a mischievous urge and withdrew her hand. When he looked at her with confusion and dissatisfaction, she had already hooked her thumb and forefinger and flicked the top of his head.

Yang Huan gasped. He was already a little aroused from what she had done, and now, with her teasing him so playfully, he couldn't hold back any longer. He grumbled, sat up, grabbed her, and tried to thrust inside her.

Xu Shirong was shocked, not expecting that her flick had provoked such anger in him. She quickly punched him in the chest and said, "Not here!"

Yang Huan ignored her and insisted on going in. The water was slippery, and she was twisting and turning, so after several unsuccessful attempts, he became impatient. With a splash, he stood up and jumped out of the water, scooped her up, wrapped her in a large velvet cloth that was lying nearby, and hurriedly carried her to the bedroom next door. He put her on the bed, and just as he was about to climb on top of her, she stopped him again.

Seeing that she was making excuses again, Yang Huan became anxious and said, his face turning red, "You were unwilling there, but why can't you do it here?"

Although a roaring charcoal fire burned in the room, it was still a bit chilly after coming out of the hot water. Xu Shirong saw him standing there naked, still dripping wet, not even bothering to dry himself off, thinking about that matter as soon as he arrived. She found it both amusing and exasperating. She quickly dried herself off, put on a woolen cloak, and then pulled him to the fire. While wiping the water droplets off him, she whispered, "It's getting late. You've been out all day. If you're hungry, go eat first. It's not too late to come back. I'm not going to run away."

Seeing her gentle voice and obsequious manner, Yang Huan was overjoyed. At this moment, he forgot all about eating, and even the Queen Mother of the West's birthday banquet. As she wiped the water off him, she touched him a few more times there. He could no longer resist, so he grabbed her and carried her to the bed, pressing himself against her.

Xu Shirong closed her eyes, feeling both nervous and expectant, preparing to welcome him in. Suddenly, she felt a heat down there, followed by another wave of heat, and then nothing for a long time. When she opened her eyes, she saw him lying motionless on top of her, staring at her with wide eyes and a strange expression.

Xu Shirong immediately understood. He must have been waiting for this for so long, and the foreplay he had just done had excited him so much that this once vigorous man had become like a young man on his wedding night, unable to control himself and ejaculating before even penetrating.