Chapter 70: Why didn't you slap me?

A man who has just tasted the forbidden fruit has infinite energy.

But considering his wife's physical condition, he could only suppress the longing and desire in his heart.

Jiang Ye kept busy until eight o'clock in the evening. The clothes were washed and hung in the courtyard to dry.

He carefully checked the courtyard and the inside and outside of the house again, not even letting go of the spiderwebs on the roof beams!

Even Tangyuan was instructed and told that it was not allowed to see a single mouse in the house, otherwise, its dried fish would be deducted!

Worried that his wife would be hungry when she woke up, he specifically went to a villager to trade for a hen, killed it, and stewed chicken soup.

Look, it was still simmering on the stove.

When Shen Man woke up, the room was quiet, and there was a red candle on the table, emitting a faint, warm light.

Her sluggish brain gradually started working after her body sent out a protest.

Sure enough, practice and theory were two different things.

She secretly drank two drops of Spiritual Liquid, and the dull pain in her body gradually dissipated.

Thanks to the life-saving artifact left by Lu Lao Zu!

However, she had doubts about the notes left by Lu Lao Zu: *Eighteen husbands doting on me alone? *

She couldn't even handle one, let alone eighteen???

Just as she was dazed and spacing out, Jiang Ye, who noticed the change in breathing in the room, tentatively came to knock on the door—

*Knock, knock, knock. *

"Wife, are you awake?"

"Mm."

Shen Man shrank her head into the quilt. Even though they had done very intimate things, she was still a bit unaccustomed to it and shy to face him.

"Are you hungry? I stewed chicken soup; I'll go serve it for you now."

Jiang Ye had excellent hearing and knew his wife was thin-skinned, so he considerately left some buffer time.

"Okay."

Shen Man's response was very soft. After the footsteps outside walked away, she pulled open the quilt and, by the dim candlelight, groped for her watch.

It was almost nine o'clock at night.

She had slept for five or six hours!

The messy bedsheets had already been changed.

Her body was also clean and fresh, and the room was filled with the faint scent of mugwort.

Thinking of the lewd words the man said before she fell into a coma in the afternoon, her pretty face turned red.

She rubbed her red and swollen eyes, and when her bare shoulders touched the cold air, she couldn't help but shiver.

She sat up and hurriedly took the clothes on the bedside table and put them on.

Almost as soon as she changed her clothes, the sound of military boots sounded outside the door again—

"Wife, I'm coming in."

*Creak. *

The old-fashioned door still retained the mortise and tenon structure; the disadvantage was that it was easy to make a creaking sound.

Shen Man put down the peach wood comb and turned slowly to look at the door.

Although she drank the Spiritual Liquid and her body improved, not even a trace was left.

But the joy that had happened and was engraved in her marrow, and the trembling on the verge of death, were all things she had experienced personally.

So much so that when she saw Brother Jiang Ye again, she instinctively wanted to retreat and escape.

"I'm sorry, I was too fierce this afternoon; I scared you, didn't I?"

Jiang Ye naturally captured the fear, terror, and shyness in his wife's eyes. After a little thought, he figured out the problem.

So he put down the bowl, approached with a gentle tone, invading the distance between the two inch by inch.

The shadow enveloped the petite figure sitting on the chair, and the words of apology and bowing his head came out:

"I know I was wrong. I'll definitely be gentler next time. If you're still not satisfied, can you slap me a few times?"

Shen Man didn't know what she was being awkward about; it was just affectation, just a little temper, wanting to act up.

But when the man really took her hand and directed it toward his face, she suddenly pulled her hand back, realizing she shouldn't be like this.

The look she gave the man was unconsciously filled with charm and attachment:

"I'm hungry."

Shen Man couldn't bear to hit him; she felt ashamed of her awkward mood just now.

"Mm, drink some chicken soup first. I've already shredded the chicken meat. Be careful, it's hot."

Behind Jiang Ye's consideration, his eyes were dark and unclear, and a trace of regret flashed across his perfect face.

Why didn't you slap me?

Shen Man was indeed hungry; she had missed dinner. At a time like this, there was no need to be polite.

Therefore, she didn't notice the darkness in the man's eyes and the fierce desire.

"Tangyuan, it?"

"I fed it a piece of sponge cake and six small dried fish tonight. It's now settled in the cat bed in the main room, sleeping soundly."

"Then have you eaten?"

"I've eaten. The bedsheets and the clothes that were changed have all been washed and hung in the courtyard."

"You washed them all?"

"Mm, I washed them all."

Shen Man's action of drinking the soup stiffened for a few seconds, and she almost choked.

It wasn't just because of the man's righteous attitude, but also because when the man spoke, his knuckles brushed against the back of her left hand intentionally or unintentionally, playing with her fingers, which was full of sexiness.

"Drink more chicken soup, drink it while it's hot. There's more in the pot."

Shen Man hurriedly lowered her head and stammered a response: "Okay."

She always felt that her gentle, ascetic, and restrained Brother Jiang Ye had completely changed into a different person after tasting the forbidden fruit!

He had turned into a sex-filled male succubus!

Every move was seducing her to commit a crime!

"This chicken soup—"

After Shen Man finished a bowl and reached the bottom, she discovered a piece of something cut into chunks at the bottom of the bowl, like some kind of medicinal herb.

"Added ingredients."

Jiang Ye naturally took over the conversation, continued to use the soup spoon to scoop two more spoonfuls of chicken soup from the pot into the bowl, signaling his wife to continue drinking.

"Ah?"

Shen Man's fingertips trembled slightly, her eyes full of curiosity. What ingredients were added?

"To replenish Qi and blood. You worked hard this afternoon, Wife. I added Codonopsis; it's good for your body."

It was true that Jiang Ye hadn't studied medicine, but in his past life, he had lived on the edge of a knife for many years. Amidst the infighting, he had dabbled in basic pharmacology regarding whether medicinal herbs were incompatible.

"Oh, oh."

So it was Codonopsis. No wonder it tasted sweet. It seemed that the warm medicinal herb complemented the chicken soup perfectly.

Thinking about things in her heart, she ignored why the man understood pharmacology.

After finishing the second bowl of medicinal chicken soup, Shen Man felt her little belly bulging. Seeing that her man was about to serve her again, she hurriedly refused:

"Brother Jiang Ye, I'm full, I won't drink anymore."

If she drank any more, her belly would burst; that would be too uncomfortable.

"Okay, then don't drink anymore."

Jiang Ye's big palm, she didn't know when it started, changed from stroking his wife's left hand to caressing her waist and her arched belly.

For a moment, the air became sticky, and passion surged in the dark.

By the time Shen Man reacted, she was already sitting in the man's arms, her chin lifted by his big palm, and just like in the afternoon, another round of unbearable passion...

"Hm? The marks have faded."

"Maybe—maybe my physical fitness is good?"

"Oh? Let me verify it."

"Mm, mm, mm."

How to verify?

Shen Man wanted to slap herself. Why did she have to answer that, just making things worse!

The night was still very long... ===== CHAPTER 71 =====