Ye Hui’s body trembled. The bite from her first husband still hurt. Why did all men like this? But he bit gently, his tongue teasing up and down, then sucking hard… his technique was excellent, making her whole body itch. She hugged him back, whispering softly: “If you want to, then do it. You’ve made me very uncomfortable.”
This time, Old Eleven heard clearly, his eyes flashing with joy, excited and shaking all over, his heart pounding.
In Chinese history, there are few emperors over seventy years old. When an old emperor is already in his seventies with poor health, it’s time to make way. She wasn’t wishing the old emperor dead, truly not. She just wanted the old emperor to abdicate quickly and become a carefree retired emperor.
Qin Yuhang was also thinking about this matter, furrowing his brow: “It seems we need to prepare to go to the capital. You stay in the Prince of Chu’s palace. Tomorrow, I’ll go back to the mountain to bring Heng Ting and Mo Qi here.”
Ye Hui thought of Heng Ting and missed him after just one day apart.
“What’s this?” Qin Yuhang held his wife on his lap, opened her chest clothing, and saw a bright red plum-like mark, apparently kissed passionately. He rubbed it with his hand and asked, “Did you do something with the Eleventh in the bathroom?”
Ye Hui blushed: “I was about to, but who told you to burst in?”
Qin Yuhang looked at her indulgently, touching her nose: “So it’s my fault?” Ye Hui quickly shook her head: “No.” In her heart, the first husband was her spiritual support, the second husband was her meal ticket, and other men were just decorations.
Don’t blame her for seeing Huangfu Ze as a meal ticket. In her previous world’s society, finding a partner was primarily about the meal ticket. A man who couldn’t provide for her was destined to be alone, without a wife or children.
