This thing, if you ask me to sleep on it, how could I possibly fall asleep? Iād probably lie there, constantly worried about breaking the jade.
After a moment of thought, she said, "Forget it, letās just put it away. It would be such a heartache if the jade on it got shattered. Besides, itās a tribute, and it canāt be damaged."
"Hehe, this one is not recorded on the official register, so it doesnāt matter if it breaks," Ye Ziāan caressed her neck before adding, "It seems to me that my lady is increasingly intolerant to heat."
"Even so, letās not use it. Itās too precious, and Iād be heartbroken over the silver if it were ruined." Yang Chuxia glanced at the palm of her hand, which was already perspiring in a short moment. It seemed that this had been the case ever since she had given birth; she now sweated easily. "I think itās because Iāve put on weight. When one gains weight, they become more prone to feeling hot."
Hearing this, Ye Ziāan let out a light chuckle. His hand glided over her little belly, even giving it a pinch, "Thereās more flesh here, it feels soft to touch. And also..."
"Also what?" Seeing him pause, Yang Chuxia raised her eyes to ask, only to meet his somewhat teasing and mischievous gaze. Then, looking down, damn it, this lecher; she had changed into a top with a rather low neckline while washing her hair, and now as she lifted her head and he stood over her, the fullness of her chest was completely exposed to his view.
She wondered why drying her hair seemed to take such a long time.
"Hehe, I think my lady has also put on weight here." As he spoke, the towel was tossed aside.
In an instant, Ye Ziāanās gaze became heated, especially when he saw the white fluid, and he turned into a wolf in no time.
"My lady, when will your husband get to eat some meat?"
After Ye Ziāan had his temporary fill and began to whine, "Husband hasnāt had a bite of meat for over half a year now. Really, my lady, Iāve grown so thin from hunger."
"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia poked his handsome face, teasingly saying, "Stop your smooth-talking. Capital City is a place of wealth, filled with beauties; even if you havenāt had meat, you must have had some soup, right?"
"My lady, you really should have a conscience when you speak. My heart for you is as clear as the sky and moon for all to witness. I really donāt know what those women look like." As he said this, he blinked and continued, "My mind is all on this big piece of fat meat at home, my good lady!"
"Go away, youāre making me feel sick talking like that."
What a terrible metaphor, ābig piece of fat meatā, all greasy and no doubt cloying.
Feeling sick again? No way, my lady, are you pregnant again?" blurted the idiotic Ye Ziāan.
"Cough cough..." Yang Chuxia pointed at Ye Ziāan for a long while, feeling too drained to even mock him.
Ye Ziāan just took the chance to grab her finger, even going as far as to give it a lick, truly the image of a lascivious fool.
After fooling around for a good while, they only stopped when the little buns were hungry again, but by the time Liās mother went out to make brown sugar and rice soup again, her spirit had utterly collapsed. Her heart was weeping, her principles shattered.
"My lady, let me comb your hair," said Ye Ziāan after the two little buns had eaten and fallen asleep again.
Seeing that her hair had already dried, Ye Ziāan thought of how long it had been since he last combed her hair.
"Okay,"
Yang Chuxia glanced at the two buns, who were now sound asleep, and then she and Ye Ziāan headed to the inner chamber.
Skilled at hooking and styling her hair, having not done it for so long didnāt make his movements any less proficient. He took two coral hairpins from the side, inserted them, and instantly everything was perfect.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something," Ye Ziāan suddenly said, his eyes scanning over the box of pink jade jewelry.