After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Chapter 371 Skirt

Wen Jiayue was flustered and unable to cope.

She tried to remove her hand from his nose, but Shen Fuhan wouldn't allow it and insisted that she continue, asking again, "Have you heard of it, hmm?"

Wen Jiayue's fingertips trembled. It was all Shen Fuhan's fault; she had already associated two completely different things together.

A few fragmented thoughts flashed through her mind, and she stammered, "I...I don't know."

She had never heard of such a thing before; it must be another of Shen Fuhan's fallacies.

Thinking of this, she calmed down a bit, glared at him, and said, "I'm going to wash up now, let go of me."

"Ah Yue is really easy to tease." Shen Fuhan shook his head and chuckled, then readily withdrew his hand.

Wen Jiayue immediately hid far away and called Ruyi over.

When Wen Jiayue came out of the restroom, Shen Fuhan was still sitting in the same spot. Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards his nose before she looked away in embarrassment and indignation.

Shen Fuhan pretended not to see and calmly entered the washroom.

After Wen Jiayue finished combing her hair and applying perfume, he came out just as she had timed it perfectly, so that she could help him apply the perfume.

“I won’t help you anymore,” Wen Jiayue said, feigning composure. “You’re not without hands.”

“If it’s because of your nose,” Shen Fuhan said slowly, “you don’t have to apply it, I can do it myself.”

"You! You're not allowed to mention it again!"

She now misses the quiet Shen Fuhan from before terribly. If she had known he was this kind of person, she would never have agreed to try to get along with him.

Shen Fuhan didn't give her a chance to refuse. He placed the scooped-out balm in her palm, closed his eyes, and looked like he was letting her do as she pleased.

"bring it on."

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Wen Jiayue pursed her lips and wiped her neck. Shen Fuhan opened his eyes and said helplessly, "You certainly know how to pick a place."

"Can't you?"

Shen Fuhan didn't speak, but suddenly started to undress.

Wen Jiayue paused for a moment, then immediately closed her eyes: "What are you doing now!"

“I was afraid you’d get your clothes wet, so I had to take it off,” Shen Fuhan said, holding her hand and nuzzling her face with his nose. “I’d be even happier if you went a little lower.”

This action made Wen Jiayue even more uncomfortable; she could hardly look him in the eye!

"Do you know what you did in the carriage today?"

Shen Fuhan suddenly spoke, and Wen Jiayue came to her senses, thinking he was referring to Pei Huaijin's conversation with her.

Is he still bothered by this, which is why he's making a scene at her tonight?

She bit her lip and explained, "Husband, you're really overthinking it."

She originally wanted to say more, but the more she said, the more mistakes she would make. She couldn't guarantee that if she said more, Shen Fuhan wouldn't misunderstand her and Pei Huaijin even more, so she didn't say anything more.

"So you knew," Shen Fuhan chuckled lightly, "did you do it on purpose?"

Wen Jiayue said urgently, "I didn't!"

Shen Fuhan continued to tease her: "Why are you in such a hurry? It just makes me think you're doing this on purpose."

He breathed into her ear, his voice low and hoarse.

"It's been so long since we've had this, is Yue craving it?"

Wen Jiayue's eyes widened. Were they talking about the same thing?

Shen Fuhan sighed deeply: "Unfortunately, I can't satisfy you right now."

After discussing the bone-corroding powder with Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian came to see him again the next day after reviewing his books. He bluntly stated that one should not have sexual intercourse for half a month before taking the bone-corroding powder, otherwise the toxicity would be doubled.

Therefore, Shen Fuhan never had sex with Wen Jiayue again after that. Although he would occasionally use his hands or other things, he asked Qian Lao and found that it was harmless.

So even if they can't have sex, he can still make her happy.

His hand reached under her skirt, and Wen Jiayue quickly stopped him. What exactly was Shen Fuhan talking about? Why did things suddenly turn out like this?

"My husband, I don't want to..."

"How did A-Yue learn to lie?"

Shen Fuhan chuckled softly, placed her on the long couch, and knelt beneath her skirt.

She simply couldn't imagine that the upright and honorable Shen Fuhan would do such a thing, yet he did, and did it with remarkable ease.

Wen Jiayue's gaze went out of focus as she looked out the window.

The moonlight flickered, swaying on the horizon yet seemingly so close at hand.

Wen Jiayue had no recollection of what happened afterward, how she fell asleep, or when she opened her eyes again, it was already the next day.

Wen Jiayue sat there blankly for a moment, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the long couch. Fragments of last night flashed through her mind, and she suddenly snapped back to reality.

She didn't dare stay in the room all day, and stayed with Zhao Zhao in the side room.

Zhao Zhao had no idea what her mother had gone through last night. She only knew that her mother had been by her side the whole time, and she was very happy. She snuggled into her mother's arms and acted like a spoiled child.

Wen Jiayue patted her daughter's head, worried about the darkening sky.

They've been married for six years across two lifetimes, and she thought she would never be shocked by sex again, but Shen Fuhan always manages to cross her boundaries.

She never knew that it could be like this.

What I didn't expect was that Shen Fuhan would do such a thing. Doesn't he find it strange?

Where did he learn that from?

Wen Jiayue's mind was in turmoil. She should have been thinking about Pei Huaiying's sudden death, Shen Funian's marriage, and the princess's scheme, but now she was completely occupied by Shen Fuhan from last night.

Even after Shen Fuhan, who was off duty, came in, she was still lost in indescribable thoughts.

"Ayue?"

Hearing Shen Fuhan's voice suddenly, Wen Jiayue was startled. She turned her head and met his gaze, and then saw his nose and thin lips.

Her face flushed, and she quickly looked away, feigning composure as she said, "My husband is back."

"Hmm, haven't you eaten yet?" Shen Fuhan curled his lips. "Are you waiting for me to eat together?"

Wen Jiayue nodded haphazardly.

"Then let's go." Shen Fuhan took her hand, but she pulled it away in the next instant.

Confused, he asked, "What's wrong?"

He was so calm that Wen Jiayue couldn't keep up, so she could only say, "I'm not hungry, husband, please go and eat."

“Since you’re not eating, I’m not eating either,” Shen Fuhan said casually. “I ate too much last night, so I’m not hungry yet.”

Wen Jiayue: "..."

The room was full of people, and although she knew they didn't understand what Shen Fuhan was saying, her face began to burn.

She was filled with shame and indignation, and walked outside. Shen Fuhan followed slowly.

He liked Wen Jiayue's reaction last night.

This sense of satisfaction is incomparable to anything else; he wants her to get used to it and fall in love with it.