Old Ten covered Ye Hui with a brocade blanket in the carriage corner. The rural road was bumpy, so he held her close to prevent her from being jostled. His hand brushed her flowing hair, his eyes full of tenderness, gradually moving down, passing through the blanket, circling her soft fullness.
His eyes were misty, as if covered in layers of fog. He lowered his head to kiss her crimson lips, one hand unconsciously opening the blanket. When he realized, he was already kissing and gently biting a red plum, catching a faint fragrance and immediately taking a large mouthful.
His left hand supporting her spine, right hand gripping the other side and rubbing, moving downward, passing over her navel, lingering between her legs, slowly spreading open the silk-like petals, exploring inside, extremely warm, tight, his heart trembling… spitting out the red plum, separating those two legs, moving his head over to examine, gradually peeling open, gazing deep inside, the shape incredibly beautiful, color extremely tender, unable to resist, burying his face to kiss.
Ye Hui hadn’t slept for consecutive days, her strength completely drained by Lao Shiyi, exhausted and drowsy, unable to keep her eyes open, being kissed like this, without even the energy to respond, soon falling into a dream.
Lao Shi kissed her for a long time, until he could no longer control himself, reluctantly letting go. But the swelling between his legs made him almost suffocate, involuntarily rubbing against her delicate buttocks, rubbing for a long time, unable to release, a fire burning in his abdomen, painfully curling his body.
He gritted his teeth, unwilling to offer himself while she was unconscious, moved slightly away, wrapping her snow-white body in brocade blankets, holding her like that.
Ye Hui woke up that afternoon.
Sitting up from the sandalwood bed, she surveyed the Jinhua Hall, realizing she had returned, curling her legs, arms wrapped around her knees, pondering for a long time, recalling everything since her transmigration.
Her men were excellent, her son adorable and healthy, all the benefits of a transmigration heroine manifesting in her.
Thinking this, she smiled, compared to those poor peasant girls struggling for a few copper coins, compared to wealthy young ladies in noble households constantly scheming, she must have accumulated merit in her previous life.
What good deeds had she done to receive such special favor from heaven?
