What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 114 The Real Wedding Night

Xue Dao smiled but put his arms on the food table, leaning forward: "I call you Mrs. or Mingwei, and you naturally call me Husband or Xingchuan, isn't that true? Didn't your mother-in-law teach you when you were in your natal family?"

Yes, but.

Lin Zhao hesitated for a while before saying, "I..."

"Just call me and let me listen."

Xue Dao smiled softly, just looking at her like that, Lin Zhao's face was cramped and cute: "Or, we can have a discussion, if I'm not used to it, you can still call me young master in the future, and I will also Not picking on you."

Lin Zhao clenched his fingers under the table, raised his head and said cautiously: "Xingchuan."

"Haha."

Xue Dao was amused by her, and patted her on the head: "Forget it, I won't embarrass you, wait until you want to call me, you eat first, and it won't taste good when it's cold."

Lin Zhao then picked up the porridge bowl, took a sip in a chatty manner, and suddenly remembered that Xue Dao hadn't answered his own question just now, if he deliberately changed the subject, it would not be wise to ask again.

"Second Young Master, isn't he coming to talk later?"

"I'm here, Chen Wu, what did he say." Xue Dao said, holding a small meat pie for her, "If you want to know anything, I will tell you, but now is not the time, you Come and play in Huaizhou for a while with peace of mind, I will accompany you."

Lin Zhao nodded thoughtfully.

After the meal, Lin Zhao wanted to ask the servant girl to come in and carry the food table down, but Xue Dao stopped him. He stacked all the bowls and chopsticks on the small table, carried them out of the small hall with his own hands, came back and closed the door, and said with a light smile: not cold?"

Lin Zhao shook his head.

"I'm a little cold."

"Then I'll close the window."

Lin Zhao got up and closed the window tightly, turned around, but saw Xue Dao was taking off his own clothes, Lin Zhao took a step back, staring at the man, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xue Dao looked at her, looked down at himself, and said with a smile: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?" As he said, he tore off his coat and threw it on the hanger next to him, and carefully looked at the two clothes. Xi, waved to Lin Zhao, "Mingwei, come here."

Lin Ming understood what was about to happen.

She took a deep breath, somehow, the memory of her previous life was turbulent at this moment, the pain of being abused and humiliated by Chen Wang bit her, swallowed slightly, and said: "I..."

Xue Dao smiled: "What's the matter? Come over to Mingwei."

Lin Zhao's lips were a little pale, he looked down at his jade white straight hands, and kept repeating the words that hypnotized him time and time again in his heart, the person in front of him was Xue Dao, not Chen Wang, this was Prince Huai's Mansion, not Rong The Duke's Mansion will no longer accept those horrific and cruel measures.

Her footsteps were extremely stiff, and she walked up to Xue Dao almost step by step. He looked at Lin Zhao, and reached out to unbutton her skirt. The steps were very familiar, but when he was about to untie the waist, Lin Zhao suddenly died. Holding tightly to the gauze, she bowed her head in silence, her heavy breathing was extremely clear in the quiet room.

"Are you afraid?"

Xue Dao reached out and stroked her cheek.

Lin Zhao couldn't tell whether his emotions were good or bad from his tone, so he nodded, and the people behind him paused for a few breaths, then neatly tore off her skirt, picked her up and put her on the bed.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to escape."

The world was spinning, Lin Zhao grabbed his arm and said hurriedly, "I'm cold."

Xue Dao propped his arms and looked down at her: "It's okay, it will be hot soon."

Lin Zhao's head went straight, and he opened his mouth: "Okay."

Xue Dao stretched out his hand, and there was a crisp sound of the silver hook being unbuttoned, and the gauze curtain slowly fell down.

In the dim light, she saw the tenderness and pity in Xue Dao's eyes.

In a daze, as if he was back on the painting boat again, Xue Dao's hand grabbed hers, and his fingers were tightly intertwined.

After an unknown amount of time, the candle was burned out, and a clear sound of sparks exploding was heard in the darkness. Lin Zhao quietly woke up and blinked his sore eyes.

It hurts so much, my limbs are sore and swollen, and my waist seems to be broken.

But fortunately, it's not the painful pain of the past.

But...but...it's too hard to say.

She was so thirsty, Lin Zhao wanted to get up to get water to drink, but just realized that there was a big living person lying beside her, she was so frightened that she didn't move, after a few breaths, Xue Dao didn't move, and she went down quietly.

Leaving the quilt, she couldn't help hugging herself tightly, she forgot that she was not wearing pajamas, she looked for it, and found it was by the flower table, she really didn't know how she ran there, picked up the clothes, and took the half bowl of tea to drink up.

After quenching his thirst, Lin Zhao went back to the bed in the dark, lifted the gauze curtain, but was completely taken aback.

Xue Dao also woke up.

He was leaning on his side, leaning on his head, staring at himself boredly, the moon was bright outside, and the bright light shone on this man, his face was as pink as a crown of jade, and his smile was affectionate. This beauty seemed to take away everything in the room. Let go, including Lin Zhao's calm thinking at this moment.

"you're awake?"

"Come on, it's cold outside."

Xue Dao patted his side: "If you are not sleepy, I will talk to you."

Lin Zhao didn't speak, and got on the bed and knelt cross-legged, but saw Xue Dao reaching out and pulling away her pajamas, a little guilt flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "It's my fault that I didn't restrain myself."

Lin Zhao lowered his head, glanced at the large red marks on his skin, and quickly wrapped his pajamas tightly.

Xue Dao sneered: "Thirsty?"

Lin Zhao nodded.

"That's right, even if his voice is made of iron, he's going to be hoarse."

Lin Zhao's mind flashed through the forgetful gaffe when he was sweating just now, and he covered his mouth.

Xue Dao lay flat on his back, with his arms behind his head, and squinted at her: "Are you unhappy?"

Lin Zhao didn't understand what this meant, but... her husband's family never made things difficult for her, and her husband treated her like this. Compared with the bad luck in her previous life, she was quite happy, at least she didn't repeat the same mistakes.

However, due to the impression of the tyrant in the previous life and the first official meeting, Lin Zhao was still instinctively cautious in front of Xue Dao. If he hadn't stabbed his neck with a wooden hairpin, he would probably have died at the hands of this man.

Where is it like Xue Dao, at least it is such an intimate relationship between husband and wife, there is no birth share at all, Lin Zhao complained, how could Xue Dao's skin be as thick as an iron bucket.

Not to mention, he used to be a monk, and the Meng Lang attitude just now was really... Lin Zhao thought, his face turned red, he quickly covered it with his hands, and patted it again.

"What's wrong?" Xue Dao tapped her knee.

"It's nothing." Lin Zhao squeezed his voice through his fingers, "By the way, that Fu Jichun is still locked up in the mansion, waiting for you to go back and make decisions."

"Who is Fu Jichun?"

"...the aunt sent by Prince Lu's son." Lin Zhao put down his hands.

"Ow—"

Xue Dao made a long sound, and then said neatly: "I forgot, you can just deal with it."

"But that is the person sent by the son, let's wait for you to go back."

Lin Zhao insisted: "If someone dies in our house and is carried out, there are so many eyes staring at you outside, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for you."

"You still think carefully."

Xue Dao chuckled.

Lin Zhao pursed his lips, his stomach suddenly twitched, he couldn't help but put his arms against it, and lay down slowly, this is a disease he had suffered since he was a child, and he hasn't had it for a long time, presumably because he was too much trouble in Huaizhou during this trip, Tired.

She was still lying down with her back facing Xue Dao, under the brocade quilt, and her slender body like a willow was bowed, as if she was far away from Xue Dao.

Lin Zhao gritted his teeth in pain, but didn't make a sound.

A few seconds later, Xue Dao's hand came over to her stomach, rubbing it leisurely, Lin Zhao was surprised, and subconsciously pressed Xue Dao's hand, but he said, "Let go, I'll rub it for you." rub."

Lin Zhao didn't move, Xue Dao clicked his tongue and slapped her hand away.

Xue Dao's hands were light or heavy, and the pain in his stomach gradually disappeared. Lin Zhao was unknowingly swept over by sleepiness, and muttered: "I don't hurt anymore, stop rubbing."

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Ah."

"I have a way, and I must let my wife sleep peacefully."

Lin Zhao was in a daze, and the quilt was lifted again.

(End of this chapter)