thefictionvixens Chapter 99: Come and Enjoy Your Blessings
Chapter 99: Come and Enjoy Your Blessings
"kind of……"
Li Xianglian nodded obediently, leaning back slightly and supporting herself with her hands on the red satin quilt behind her. "The road was full of potholes and very bumpy."
"I'll get you a soft cushion later."
As Qin Rushan spoke, his hands moved up along the ankle, his thumbs pressing on the indentations on either side of the Achilles tendon, gently circling them. "From now on, these feet will be used for nothing more than walking and enjoying life. All the hard, tiring work in the fields will be mine."
Hearing this, Li Xianglian felt a sharp pang of sorrow in her heart.
"Brother Shan..." she called softly, her eyes welling up with tears.
"Don't cry." Qin Rushan couldn't stand seeing her cry. He gently stroked the inside of her ankle with his rough fingertips. "If you cry again, I'll kiss you."
Li Xianglian was so frightened that she quickly held back her tears, but her face turned even redder.
Qin Rushan's lips curled into a wicked smile. He took the towel with the big red double happiness character printed on it from the side, wrapped it around her pink and tender little feet, and carefully dried every drop of water.
After wiping, he didn't let go, but took out the clam oil he had just bought that day from the small cloth bag.
He scooped out a piece of milky white ointment, melted it in his palm, and then applied it evenly to her heels and the backs of her feet.
A faint, refreshing fragrance instantly filled the air, mingling with the subtle masculine scent in the room, making one feel slightly intoxicated.
"Wife, this is a good thing."
Qin Rushan lowered his head, as if wiping his beloved treasure, "I'll apply this every day from now on, and make your feet as tender as tofu."
The ointment was slippery, and he spread it all over her skin between his fingers.
What started as a simple massage has gradually taken an indescribable turn.
Li Xianglian trembled, her feet feeling itchy and numb.
Okay... all done washing...
"What's the rush?" Qin Rushan tightened his grip.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes burning with a raging fire, a deep crimson, as if he wanted to devour the person in front of him whole, skin and bones.
He casually tossed the rag on the ground, not getting up, and remained kneeling on one knee.
The man leaned forward, and his overwhelming masculine hormones instantly enveloped Li Xianglian.
"Wife..." His voice was terribly hoarse, "You smell so good."
Li Xianglian had never experienced anything like this before, and her heart was pounding as if it were about to jump out of her throat.
She shrank further into the kang (a heated brick bed), clutching her chest with her hands, and stammered, "The water...the water hasn't been poured yet..."
"I'll pour it again tomorrow."
He quickly ripped off his military green vest, revealing his muscular, bare upper body.
With a creak, the bed frame...
Li Xianglian cried out in surprise, but before she could dodge, she was firmly locked in his arms by those iron arms.
Hot kisses rained down on him.
From her forehead to her eyebrows and eyes, and then to her slightly trembling red lips.
Li Xianglian was a little breathless from the kiss.
She turned her head away, avoiding his intensely aggressive advances, and placed her small hand on his hard chest. "Brother Shan...no, not tonight..."
Qin Rushan paused, then buried his face in the crook of her neck.
The man greedily inhaled the pleasant milky scent emanating from her, panting as he asked, "What's wrong? You don't want to give it to me?"
"No, no..." Li Xianglian blushed deeply, "I'm... I'm still not feeling well..."
I was up all night yesterday.
Once this man starts, there's no stopping him.
This was her first time experiencing this; she had never been intimate before, so how could she withstand such torment?
She's still in a lot of pain today, and if this happens again, she's afraid she really won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow.
"It's my fault, I couldn't control myself last night and hurt you."
He lowered his head and gently pecked her swollen lips, his voice incredibly gentle, "So... let's skip it today?"
Although he said that, he didn't back down, as if he wasn't the man who had just said "never mind."
Li Xianglian was also a woman who cared deeply for others.
She could feel the man's muscles taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and his rapid, hot breath, and knew how hard he was trying to hold back.
This man is in the prime of his life, and he has just tasted the sweetness of sex; how can he stop so easily?
She bit her lower lip, feeling both heartache and shyness. After a long while, she released her hands from his chest and said softly, "Then...then you have to keep your word..."
This sigh was like throwing a spark onto a pile of dry firewood.
"Fine! I'll do as you say! You're my wife, so I'll listen to you."
He took a deep breath, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
Beads of sweat rolled down her temples and dripped onto Li Xianglian's fair collarbone.
"I promise, I'll be gentler today."
As he spoke, he reached out and touched her waist, his movements as gentle as if he were unraveling a rare treasure.
Qin Rushan leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky, "Just once. Just tonight. I mean it."
Li Xianglian felt a surge of warmth in her heart. This man, even though he was enduring so much hardship, still cared about her health.
Before she could even discern the credibility of the man's words, his calloused hands were already moving with practiced ease.
This time, Qin Rushan truly kept his promise.
He wasn't as impatient as he was last night; instead, he was patient.
"Brother Shan..."
In her dazed state, she called out his name.
"I'm here."
Overwhelmed with emotion, Qin Rushan cried out, "Wife, you are mine...you're truly killing me..."
That night, the old wooden bed in the Qin family was still shaking.
Qin Rushan did indeed say "just once," but that "once" felt like an eternity.
By the time the wind and rain stopped, the oil in the kerosene lamp had almost boiled dry.
Li Xianglian was already so exhausted that she collapsed in his arms, her eyelids drooping.
Although Qin Rushan was covered in sweat, he was in great spirits.
He tenderly brushed the stray hairs damp with sweat from her forehead behind her ears and pulled the thin blanket over them both.
He used one arm as a pillow for her, and patted her back casually with the other hand.
"Go to sleep."
He kissed the top of her head and sighed contentedly.
Li Xianglian found a comfortable position in his arms.
Smelling his reassuring scent, I closed my eyes in a daze.
Just before she drifted off to sleep, a faint smile lingered on her lips.
At this moment, life is peaceful and the world is at peace.
The sun climbed over the wall, and through the holes in the window paper, patches of light shone directly onto the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
The woman on the bed tried to turn over, but her waist felt as if it had been disassembled and reassembled.
Li Xianglian instinctively reached out and touched the side, only to find the bed completely cold and empty.
Last night, the man did keep his promise.
But what just kept going on and on was even more deadly than a violent storm.
He was like an insatiable beast.
Li Xianglian blushed and sat up, still wrapped in the quilt.
On the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), the cotton floral shirt that I just bought yesterday and a brand new pair of navy blue trousers were neatly folded.
Even the innermost undergarment was washed clean and smelled pleasantly of soap, and it was placed on top.
This man, though he looks like a roughneck, is actually very caring and treats her like a doll.
She suppressed her embarrassment and quickly dressed herself.
The new clothes clung to my skin, smooth and cool, breathable – a world apart from my old patched-up coarse cloth jacket.
She looked at herself in the small, cracked mirror. The person in the mirror had a rosy complexion, and her eyes and brows exuded a charm she had never seen before.
Pushing open the door to the east room, a rich aroma of rice wafts out.
The yard was quiet, and the big rooster was standing on the millstone, pacing with its head held high.
There was activity in the kitchen, with wisps of smoke rising from the chimney.
Qin Rushan was squatting in front of the stove adding firewood.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of shorts. His muscular back was covered in sweat, and his muscles rippled with his movements, their smooth lines making onlookers blush.
Hearing the noise, he turned around, and the fierce look on his face melted away the moment he saw Li Xianglian, turning into a pool of gentle water.
"woke up?"
He stood up, casually wiped his face with the towel draped around his neck, and strode over.
"Why don't you sleep a little longer? It's still early."
Seeing him covered in sweat, Li Xianglian felt a little guilty and quickly reached out to take the fire poker from his hand: "Brother Shan, I don't feel at ease letting you cook. I'll do this work from now on, you can rest."
"What rest? I'm in great shape, I'm made of iron, I won't miss a little bit of trouble."
Qin Rushan shifted his body slightly, avoiding her hand, and instead grasped her delicate wrist, pulling her closer to him. "Besides, you were exhausted last night. If I make you serve me again today, what kind of person would I be?"
That was so blunt that it left no room for a response.
Li Xianglian, who was easily embarrassed, blushed instantly and lowered her head, not daring to look into his burning eyes.
"Alright, stop standing there and come inside for dinner."
Qin Rushan lightly pecked her still slightly swollen red lips, then pushed her shoulders toward the main room. "I made you some millet porridge today with brown sugar to help replenish your qi and blood."
The eight-immortal table in the main room was already set with bowls and chopsticks.
Two bowls of thick, golden millet porridge, steaming hot and emitting a sweet aroma.
The dish contained shredded pickled vegetables mixed with sesame oil, and two sizzling salted duck eggs.
The most eye-catching thing is the two plump, white poached eggs lying in the big bowl in the middle.
In those days, eggs were a precious commodity. Farmers would save them up to exchange for salt and matches at the supply and marketing cooperative. Who would be willing to eat them in such large quantities?
"Eat." Qin Rushan shoved the chopsticks into her hand, then picked up the bowl of porridge and slurped down a big mouthful.
Li Xianglian picked up a poached egg, intending to put it in Qin Rushan's bowl: "Brother Shan, you've worked hard, you eat this..."
"Smack."
Qin Rushan blocked the attack with his chopsticks.
He frowned, deliberately putting on a stern face, his thuggish manner returning: "Just eat what I'm given, why all the nonsense? I'm strong and healthy, I don't need this stuff to nourish me. Look at your skinny body, as thin as an underdeveloped bean sprout, it's even hard to hold. Hurry up and eat, get some meat back for me, it'll feel much better to touch you."