sjar Chapter 145 Lipprint
Chapter 145 Lipprint
This wasn't the first time Shen Fuhan had said something like this.
Wen Jiayue hesitated for a moment.
Last time she didn't agree, so he kissed her fiercely. If she kisses him first, he probably won't do it this way, right?
Let them kiss, it's not like they'll lose a piece of their flesh.
With that thought in mind, Wen Jiayue steeled her resolve, closed her eyes, and kissed his face.
But the sensation between her lips was even softer than on her cheeks.
She paused for a moment, then finally realized that Shen Fuhan was repeatedly sucking on her lips.
Seemingly noticing that she wasn't paying attention, he gently bit her lip.
Wen Jiayue cried out in pain, then quickly shut her mouth, her almond-shaped eyes looking worriedly in the direction of the coachman.
Shen Fuhan spoke in a hoarse voice: "If you don't concentrate, I won't let you off easily."
Wen Jiayue could clearly feel his excitement, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.
She had no choice but to close her eyes and pretend to be focused on his passionate kiss.
She thought absentmindedly that men can separate love from lust; even if they don't like her, they can still have desires for her.
Even Shen Fuhan would be no exception.
But how noble could she be? She was only managing to stay clear-headed by clinging to a sliver of clarity, thus avoiding falling into the trap of romantic love.
A series of images of intimate moments suddenly flashed through her mind, making her heart race.
When the kiss ended, Shen Fuhan lay panting in the crook of her neck.
His breath was so hot, and there were occasional light kisses on his collarbone, like a gentle comfort after sex.
Wen Jiayue awkwardly dodged away.
They had only kissed for a brief moment, yet she made that connection.
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then slowly sat up straight.
Wen Jiayue lowered her eyes and remained silent. She wanted to lift the carriage curtain to get some fresh air, but her face was still burning, so she had to endure it for the time being.
Once the heat had subsided, she lifted the carriage curtain and looked at the village where wisps of smoke were rising from the chimneys in the distance.
Although the February air was still slightly chilly, many wildflowers and weeds were already blooming boldly by the roadside.
Wen Jiayue's gaze followed the flowers and plants, but her thoughts had already drifted far away.
She only closed the curtain when the cold wind had made her face stiff.
With a slight shift of her gaze, she saw that Shen Fuhan had already returned to his indifferent and aloof demeanor, engrossed in reading a book.
Wen Jiayue was somewhat dazed, and suddenly had the illusion that the kiss just now was an illusion.
But everything that just happened was real; it's just that Shen Fuhan withdrew too quickly and became a gentleman.
Just as she was about to look away, she suddenly noticed a small, obvious red mark on the corner of his lips, the same color as her lip rouge.
Wen Jiayue bit her lip, and stubbornly refused to remind him.
It would be best to let the guards see what good deeds their respected Marquis Jing'an had done in the carriage!
Despite her thoughts, she still handed him the pink handkerchief tied around her waist before the carriage stopped.
Only she and Shen Fuhan were in the carriage, so it was easy to guess how the lip print came about. She didn't want others to gossip about her.
"My lord, please wipe your face."
Shen Fuhan took the handkerchief, glanced at the small crescent moon embroidered in the corner, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Wen Jiayue pointed to the corner of her lips: "You have lipstick marks here."
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment, then wiped it away with a normal expression.
"Any more?"
Wen Jiayue looked at it carefully and shook her head.
Shen Fuhan then tucked the handkerchief into his pocket.
Wen Jiayue was stunned. Why didn't he return the handkerchief to her?
She quickly said, "My lord, my handkerchief."
"It's dirty, I'll wash it and return it to you."
After saying that, he bent down and climbed out of the carriage, not giving her a chance to refuse.
Wen Jiayue had no choice but to give up. Oh well, it was just a handkerchief.
After lunch, there was a short rest period.
Wen Jiayue closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, but she couldn't suppress her excitement.
By this time tomorrow, she will probably have seen Zhaozhao.
Thinking of her daughter, she couldn't help but smile.
However, it's been half a month since we last saw each other, and I wonder if Zhao Zhao has forgotten her.
Shen Fuhan kept looking at her, noticing her smiling and frowning intermittently, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Jiayue answered with her eyes closed, "Of course I'm thinking of Zhaozhao."
Shen Fuhan's expression softened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "I will see her tomorrow."
Hearing a hint of expectation in his voice, Wen Jiayue couldn't help but open her eyes.
She then asked, "Your Excellency must also like Zhaozhao very much, right?"
Shen Fuhan nodded and said, "That's natural."
There was still a hint of warmth in his eyes; the usually aloof Lord Shen had transformed into a loving father at this moment.
Wen Jiayue then said, "In that case, how about letting Zhaozhao sleep in the bedroom from now on?"
She had been planning this all along, and had brought it up three months ago, but Shen Fuhan had refused.
At that time, Zhao Zhao was still young and couldn't sleep through the night, so she planned to bring it up again when she was six months old. Now is the perfect time.
Moreover, Shen Fuhan has been acting quite differently lately, getting excited over just a light kiss.
She grew increasingly worried that once they returned to Beijing, he might one day ask to share a room with her.
She wanted to strike first; as long as Zhaozhao was around, perhaps he would restrain himself.
She looked at Shen Fuhan.
His expression had turned cold; all warmth was gone.
"I told you, no."
Knowing this would be the outcome, Wen Jiayue was not discouraged and continued to persuade, "My lord, there's no harm in letting Zhaozhao sleep with us."
Shen Fuhan paused: "Us?"
He always slept on the couch, though he didn't always follow the rule.
But judging from what she said, it seems that she can now sleep on the bed openly and legitimately.
Wen Jiayue realized she had said the wrong thing, but she knew Shen Fuhan wouldn't agree unless he got something in return.
Moreover, if Zhao Zhao were to sleep in the bedroom, she would definitely sleep between them, which would effectively block Shen Fuhan.
So she went along with it and said, "The three of us sleep together."
Shen Fuhan remained silent, his eyes lowered in thought.
Wen Jiayue was a little anxious, but as soon as she spoke, she would be at a disadvantage, so she quietly waited for his reply.
After a while, he still didn't speak, and Wen Jiayue couldn't help but urge him.
"Has Your Excellency made up your mind?"
Shen Fuhan asked, "What are you going to do if Zhaozhao cries at night?"
Upon hearing that there was hope, Wen Jiayue immediately said, "I'll coax him; I definitely won't disturb the Marquis's rest."
Shen Fuhan glanced at her: "You have a wet nurse and maids, do you really have to suffer like this?"
Wen Jiayue said, "I just want to stay with Zhaozhao."
She tried to influence him with the love of parents: "Don't you feel happy, my lord, to be able to see your daughter every morning when you wake up?"
Shen Fuhan pondered for a moment, then shook his head.
Wen Jiayue: "..."