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Moki’s eyes brightened, then he shook his head: “No, that would be too hard on the lady.” Ye Hui thought to ask, turning her head, she said to Li Weichen: “Brother Li, have you ever touched?” Li Weichen’s face turned red, and he scolded: “No wonder everyone says you’re a child, so immature. How can you ask such a question?” He was a child raised in a good family, and such vulgar matters made him feel ashamed even to think about. Ye Hui said disappointedly: “Really not?” She thought there was no such thing as a virgin, she thought it was just a joke. Suddenly she remembered that when she first had intercourse with Li Weichen, there was a virgin mark in his shoulder socket. But could the chastity mark disappear after ejaculation? Could nocturnal emission disappear? She was very curious. ”Brother Li, have you had a nocturnal emission?” she suddenly asked softly. ”What is a nocturnal emission?” Li Weichen looked puzzled, and his hand caressed her breast, gently pinching a red plum. ”It’s a wet dream, when you have a sexual dream while sleeping,” she had to adapt to the situation and use a more crude explanation when talking to an ancient man. Li Weichen’s face turned completely red, and he stammered. Ye Hui sensed something and pressed: “Did you or not?” Li Weichen’s hand on her breast paused, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: “No.” How could it be no? Just the night before, he had dreamed of her, imagining being together in the Turkic camp, holding her tightly and kissing her. Arching his body, he accidentally fell off the bed, and when he woke up, his legs were wet. At the time, he felt both ashamed and empty. Unable to get anything more from Li Weichen, Ye Hui turned to another man on the bed: “Moki, have you had a wet dream?” ”No,” Moki shook his head. He slept deeply and basically never dreamed. ”Ah, it might be because you’re a virgin. But after breaking your virginity tonight and experiencing it, it’ll be different. Don’t forget to tell me if you have a wet dream in the future.” ”Okay.” Moki was honest; whatever the master said was what it was. Ye Hui thought his face was very beautiful. She raised her long eyelashes and kissed him. His lips were soft and comfortable to kiss. Her Moki was a clean man who brushed his teeth with mint every day, so his mouth always had a fresh mint taste. Moki wrapped his arms around her and kissed back. One of his knees pressed between her legs, rubbing her private parts. As the kiss became more passionate, his eyes misted over, and his arms around her waist unconsciously tightened. Ye Hui sucked his tongue for a long time. Just as she was about to take further action, she heard Li Weichen’s muffled voice behind her: “Wife, I want it too?” Ye Hui stopped and turned around, her eyes flowing: “I’ve neglected you these days, it’s my fault.” Since their marriage, her husbands had always been proactive, and she had been passive, getting used to being taken when they wanted her, and not caring when they didn’t. Getting too much, she didn’t know how to cherish. She must remember to be fair in the future. Ye Hui got up, kneeling on the bed between the two men, her hands grabbing and playing with their groins, sometimes reaching behind to stroke, caressing and rubbing the long, hard objects that were already erect. She measured them and found they were about 15-16 centimeters long. Ye Hui smiled. The other husbands weren’t in the room, so she would satisfy these two. After considering it, she felt she owed Li Weichen. She raised her eyes, her face blooming with a brilliant smile. She straddled Li Weichen’s waist, aligned herself with his hard object, and sat down. As the hard object entered her body, she slowly moved up and down, her full breasts swaying, beautiful enough to make men breathless. Moki sat up, knelt beside her, buried his head, and bit one red plum, while the other was grabbed by Li Weichen.
Ye Hui’s bright eyes rippled like water, with a subtle spring-like charm, shimmering with soft and enchanting allure. Her delicate, white skin emitted a soft glow like a luminescent pearl under the candlelight. As she moved, she leaned forward, one hand pressing on the muscular chest of the man beneath her, the other resting on the hip of another man beside her.
The window, forgotten to be curtained, let in a hazy moonlight, casting a silver-white radiance on the floor.
It was already late, and the three men and women on the rosewood bed were still intertwined. The men’s robust physiques contrasted sharply with the woman’s delicate beauty, their entangled bodies telling an unspeakable tale of tender affection.
The night was beautiful, and the men and women writing their life’s love story in the room were even more so.
Tianying Mountain was picturesque, with a pleasant climate and numerous hot springs available for bathing. While the outside world was still in the cold winter, here the trees were lush and vibrant.
Ye Hui planned to spend the winter here with her child. Her husbands were willing to accompany her. Huangfu Zeduan and Qin Yuhang, as two prominent members of their sect, naturally stayed here. Muo Qi was Ye Hui’s servant. Only Li Weichen was an outsider, but being proud, he didn’t want to be labeled as a kept man. He worked daily for the sect’s members, carrying stones, chopping firewood, doing everything. However, everyone knew he was of noble birth and a secondary husband to Ye Hui, so no one dared to look down on him.
Ye Hui’s days were quite leisurely. After the New Year, Huangfu Zeduan had originally planned to leave Pingzhou with his family and head to the capital, but as the weather was still cold and traveling would be harmful to the child, fortunately, news from the court indicated that the old emperor was in good spirits, delaying their journey to the capital.
With nothing much to do, Huangfu Zeduan had settled all matters in Pingzhou. The King of Shazhou and his daughter, the County Lord of Xilin, had already been escorted to the capital. Accomplices were either beheaded or demoted to slaves.
Shazhou had been pacified a year ago. He personally led tens of thousands of troops, marching for five days until reaching Shazhou. Setting up catapults beneath the city, they launched fire oil onto the walls, creating a sea of fire. Enemy screams filled the air. The Yingtang soldiers broke down the city gates, rushed in, and killed the remaining Turks, reclaiming the city in less than two hours from the start of the attack.
One day, Ye Hui was sitting under a grape arbor, entertaining Hengting. The six-month-old child could now eat easily digestible food. Worried about calcium deficiency, she had someone steam an egg custard with beef bone soup. The son was not picky and ate well.
After eating, she spread a warm felt mat on the ground and placed toys for him to play with. The child was mischievous, putting everything he grabbed into his mouth, using both hands and mouth for things he found interesting.
Li Weichen had bought some clay figurines from the market that Ye Hui liked. The son had snatched them and was now biting one. After a while, he dropped it and picked up a chicken bone to gnaw on. It was something Ye Hui had given him to play with. Hengting bit the chicken leg, laughing heartily.
Huangfu Zeduan sat nearby, finding it amusing, placing toys near his son’s feet.
Unexpectedly, Hengting dropped the chicken bone and grabbed his own foot, bringing it to his mouth and nibbling on his toes. When he was particularly happy, his face would break into a brilliant smile, as if his toes were more delicious than the chicken bone.
Ye Hui laughed, her eyes narrowing, and gave her son’s jade-like, adorable face a fierce kiss.
As the family of three enjoyed themselves, Zhou Xun approached.
