After Becoming the Cannon Fodder Live-in Spouse A (GL) - Chapter 32: The Thirty-Second Day

Chapter 32: The Thirty-Second Day

Ye Fuguang felt that all her reason had been drowned by the words of Prince Qi.

She thought that she had indeed been too conservative earlier on the carriage, and now that her wife had given such an order, how could she refuse to obey?

Shen Jinglan had not stopped rubbing the skin of her nape, but otherwise allowed her to do as she pleased, so Ye Fuguang no longer continued to endure, for she had become this hot and restless anyway because of Shen Jinglan, and if she acted excessively, it would all be what the other party had brought upon herself—

She was like having received permission to frolic freely, and kissed the other’s soft lips again.

When the temperature kept rising, Ye Fuguang thought distractedly that those subordinates who had seen Shen Jinglan charging on the battlefield and dominating the rivers and mountains, did they know that the lips from which she issued orders were so soft?

And the skin under the hard armor when she went into battle, which previously could only be covered by the bl00d of enemies, but now was being caressed and toyed with inch by inch by a little consort who had married in, as if appreciating the finest item in a fabric shop…

Ye Fuguang had read too many colorful novels, and even the pickled imagination made her hotter.

The scenery she had seen earlier when changing Shen Jinglan’s clothes, with that purely appreciative gaze, now added the filter of arousal, and all became fuel to ignite the fire in her body.

…

Shen Jinglan, who allowed her to nibble and bite, waited for a moment, and found that the little dog seemed to have been teased until her eyes were red, with an appearance of being eager to peel her skin, tear her apart, and swallow her into the belly, and her lips, more alluring than the camellias blooming profusely around, curved slightly, and in the gaps of her breathing, she tried to stop her leisurely:

“Enough—”

The words had not yet fallen.

The little dog that had already kissed to her ear came back again, as if no matter how much she tasted, it was not enough of her flavor.

Moreover, the little one that she had held and pressed up, thinking it was just convenient for communication, now seemed more like her entwining camellia, softly climbing on her, unwilling to go down, like the dodder that quietly clung to the roadside bushes seen during marching.

Thin, silk-like vines, curling endlessly, clearly not matching the sturdiness and toughness of the bushes, yet in the end, the one that absorbed all the nutrition and parasitized was the inconspicuous green vine of the dodder.

All the cruelty and ferocity were hidden under that weak and harmless exterior.

Shen Jinglan slightly lifted her chin, and had to roll her throat, swallowing many times, before she could no longer endure and moved the child’s head away, pressing her head back to the side of her own neck.

“Where are you biting?”

She could not hear how alluring her nasal, hoarse voice was, and still thought it was as cold and ruthless as before when issuing orders, only instinctively softening it a bit.

Thus, the reproach completely changed in flavor, becoming pampering flirtation, and in the interval when Ye Fuguang paused, she slowly said: “How to plant the dew guide, you won’t need this prince to teach you, right?”

It should have been words for ear-rubbing intimacy, but because she turned her head away in the opposite direction, exposing the distance of her slender neck, it became if close yet distant, turning into the arrogance of habitual speech from one in a superior position.

There was no aphrodisiac more effective in bed than arrogance and mockery.

–

Ye Fuguang felt that she was about to go mad.

If on the day she first entered Prince Qi’s mansion, her greed for the immobile Prince Qi was lowly, then now, after being provoked by Shen Jinglan with camellia and words time and again, if she still could not greed for Shen Jinglan, then she would be a eunuch!

She finally was willing to get off Shen Jinglan’s body, but when she turned over the other’s body, letting that waterfall-like long hair spread from the hair crown onto the red brocade quilt surface, she hugged Shen Jinglan from behind again.

The tip of Ye little dog’s tongue pressed against her teeth, originally wanting to ask something to let her wife prepare psychologically, but later thought that saying it would be in vain, for Shen Jinglan could not hear it at this moment—

Thus, her eyes darkened.

Following instinct, after biting down on the skin where the earth kun possessed the camellia gland, those red camellias that had fluttered around and dared to cling to her now all trembled and closed their buds, but how could the snowflakes that had been provoked and enraged allow them to retreat just like this?

The piercing cold intent slowly sprinkled into the flower cores.

From the flower cores to the petals, inch by inch, directly freezing each camellia on the branches into the most translucent artwork of winter, letting that coldness be engraved into the textures of the petals and leaves from then on.

Ye Fuguang had just bitten down, and then knew how domineering this unreasonable setting of the meat novel was, clearly she did not have this hobby of biting people, nor was she some vampire with a bloodthirsty constitution.

But in the present moment.

Just as she bit into that soft skin, an irresistible instinct surged up, tempting her to keep exerting force and deepen, in order to eternally leave her mark on this secret skin of the other covered by clothing, no matter how the camellia gland recovered and grew, no matter how the skin was nurtured by medicinal powder to a delicate newness.

Her tooth marks had to bite into the soul of this earth kun.

From then on, no matter how far the other went, she would always carry her mark.

Ye Fuguang did not hesitate at all.

Even in her mind, the previous instruction of Prince Qi kept replaying, “This prince prefers it heavier.”

If she were not so occupied, she would certainly considerately ask aloud at this moment: Your Highness, is this heavy enough?

…

Shen Jinglan suddenly tore open the silk quilt that her palm could touch.

Even though she could not hear the sound of ripping fabric, her palm had already rubbed the cotton inside to pieces, but her current outburst was as futile as punching cotton—

She recalled the rural wild dogs raised by farmers that she had seen during military service.

Because there was not much food, and fearing to anger the master and be served on the table, so when the master was eating, they circled around the square table, and upon accidentally seeing a bone that fell, the first reaction was to lift their eyes to confirm whether this was a reward or an accident of the master loosening the chopsticks.

Only after being tapped on the head with chopsticks and scolded “stupid dog,” would they dazedly try to open their teeth to pick up that bone.

Dragging it far away in their mouth, confirming that this meat bone belonged to themselves, to avoid it being snatched back, the dog would viciously bite the whole thing in, one mouthful after another, without holding back, ruthless.

…Now, Shen Jinglan felt that she was like that meat bone.

She closed her eyes, and keenly smelled the bloody rust taste emerging in this narrow space.

She moved her lips, and silently cursed: Vicious dog.

Indeed, no matter how pure and kind the dry yuan appeared on the surface, after coaxing the earth kun onto the bed, they would turn into this insatiable appearance.

The scene she had imagined, where the other was unwilling to hurt her and even hesitated fearfully to bite down, simply did not exist, and this little dog pup, on the first time planting the dew guide, had already seen bl00d.

—And with a great appearance of wanting to bite through and chew up her camellia gland as well.

Shen Jinglan hurt until the veins on the back of her hand bulged, falling into extreme endurance, and in her mind flashed ten thousand moves from close combat to take down the enemy.

Each one was fatal to seize life.⊿

Just as she endured to the limit and was about to act, the wind and snow that had only overflowed around before, only violently sweeping but not particularly targeting her, finally slowly found the target to occupy, and all poured toward her wound.

Joyfully drilling into the underside of her nape.

Even Shen Jinglan, who had fallen from a horse on the battlefield before and broken several bones, could not endure this pain.

In her disordered nasal breaths hidden on the pillow surface, she unwittingly let out a shallow hum.

–

It seemed she had gone too far.

When Ye Fuguang licked the bloodstain at the corner of her lips, the remaining reason in her mind chattered softly to educate her about the bacteria and viruses contained in the bl00d, but soon it was suppressed by the scene she saw when she raised her head.

She saw that on Shen Jinglan’s cheek covered by disheveled black hair, under the beautiful phoenix eyes that blinked without pause, that faint pink old mark had long turned into rouge color.

And there was also a very shallow water mark.

“!”

It was over, she would not have bitten too hard and made Shen Jinglan cry, right?

This, was this also considered serving poorly?

She had only tasted the flavor of meat, and it did not count as really opening to meat, would she not be angrily locked by Prince Qi into those remote small courtyards, and lose favor from then on?

In a short time, Ye college student brainstormed, trying to find plan ABC to cope with the difficult situation in front of her, but all of it stopped when Shen Jinglan recovered from that bout of pain and turned back to look at her.

When invaded by that piercing camellia earlier, Shen Jinglan could clearly feel that the vision in front of her alternated repeatedly between blur and clarity, and even in her ears, she could intermittently hear the child’s breathing.

And the excited heartbeat from the tight embrace.

Clearly she had only lost her vision for less than half a shichen, yet it seemed as if she had not seen an inch of the inner hall for a long time, staring dazedly at the delicate stitches of the embroidered patterns on the brocade quilt leading toward the hair.

When she came back to her senses, because she had not blinked for a long time, the corners of her eyes produced a bit of watery light like when yawning.

Then.

In the gap of blinking away this bit of blurry water mark, she saw the little wild dog that had been fierce on her body just now, again restored to that harmless rabbit appearance, and even more exaggerated, with a bit of bl00d color still on the corner of her lips, her nose tip had reddened, and her eye sockets were also red red as she looked at her, pitifully and helplessly speaking:

“…Your Highness.”

Shen Jinglan: “…”

Shen Jinglan: “?”

Her expression blanked for a moment, and rarely began to doubt herself.

…The person who had been bitten so hard just now was indeed her, right?

The pain remaining at the wound was so clear that she could not even think of amnesia.

Shen Jinglan pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and looked with a half-smile at this little consort who, because of biting too hard and now fearing the consequences to the point of scaring herself, even scaring herself to tears, as if waiting for her to coax.

—Coax my ass.

Prince Qi expressionlessly cursed a dirty word in her heart.

…

Two days later.

The famous Prince Qi appeared on time at the grand court assembly in the Chenji Hall.