Quickly wear the bad woman and get married and have a baby

Chapter 373 Her Majesty's Harem 312

Song Yin's tone was as gentle as water, and his eyes were full of doting.

Yan Jiu covered his mouth and yawned, and the yawn made his eyes red and tears glistened.

"Well, let's go back and take a nap."

Yan Jiu agreed weakly, his words hazy from not waking up yet.

When Song Yin heard the word "we", he was secretly happy, because his wife wanted to sleep with him.

No one will compete with him for his wife today.

In this world, I am the only one who is the right match for my wife.

How can the other three imperial concubines who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, and who were just sitting in their positions doing nothing, compare with him?

They could neither review memorials for his wife like he did, nor were they able to maneuver in the turbulent court politics, nor could they stand up and rescue his wife when she was in trouble.

I am absolutely unique and irreplaceable.

As he stepped into the bedroom, Song Yin's eyes were fixed on Yan Jiu, and there seemed to be a thousand threads of tenderness entwined in his eyes.

He squatted down slightly, took off Yan Jiu's shoes, and placed them neatly beside the bed.

Then he stood up, gently placed his hands on Yan Jiu's shoulders, and slowly took off his coat from her.

As his eyes moved, Song Yin's gaze fell on Yan Jiu's flat abdomen, and his eyes instantly became deep and hot.

His thoughts drifted away, and in his mind he imagined a warm scene of being with his wife and children in the future, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

Yan Jiu stood there, slightly tilting his head back, his eyes half-closed, with a lazy look of morning, his arms outstretched, his voice a little hoarse: "What are you standing there for? Take off your waistcoat."

Her hair was a little messy and scattered on both sides of her cheeks, adding a touch of charming charm.

Song Yin suddenly came back to his senses and responded, "Yes, ma'am."

After helping Yan Jiu undress.

Song Yin quickly took off his clothes, leaving only a thin undergarment.

Lift up a corner of the quilt and lie down in bed.

He stretched out his arm, passed it through Yan Jiu's neck, and pulled her into his arms. With his other hand, he gently held her small hand, placed it on his heart, and said softly, "My dear, if your feet are cold, you can step on me to warm them."

Yan Jiu wrinkled his nose slightly, not used to such a tight fit. He bent his legs slightly and gently pushed Song Yin in the quilt, pouting and mumbling, "There's a hot water bottle, it's much warmer than you."

Her eyes are lively and playful, with the innocence and willfulness of a girl.

Song Yin chuckled, a charming curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly moved closer to Yan Jiu's neck.

His nose was almost touching her delicate skin, and he paused for a moment, taking in the unique fragrance emanating from her.

Then he exhaled gently.

It slowly lingered around Yan Jiu's neck, carrying Song Yin's unique warmth and breath.

"How can a hot water bottle compare to the warmth and pleasure of a husband like me serving my wife?"

His voice was as gentle as a trickle of water, yet it carried a subtle hint of temptation.

Yan Jiu's body is very sensitive, especially her ears and neck.

When Song Yin breathed in this hot air, she felt an electric current instantly spread throughout her body. Her body stiffened slightly, and her cheeks turned red instantly, like the beautiful peach blossoms blooming in spring.

Her eyes unconsciously widened slightly, and the light in her eyes flickered, as if there was mist.

An indescribable feeling of shame and anger surged in her heart. She bit her lower lip, quietly pulled her little hand out from Song Yin's arm, reached into his chest, and pinched it with her fingers slightly.

"Don't seduce me." Her voice trembled slightly as she tried to maintain her dignity, but her blushing face made her voice lose some strength.

Looking at Yan Jiu like this, Song Yin smiled even more, his eyes full of doting.

He lowered his head slightly, touched Yan Jiu's eyelids with the tip of his nose, felt the slightly trembling eyelashes, and then gently kissed her.

The kiss was like a dragonfly touching the water, gentle and holy, yet filled with endless love.

"My lady, as long as you call me husband, I will make you happy, okay?"

Yan Jiu bit her lower lip, avoiding Song Yin's fiery gaze, and her hands unconsciously grasped a corner of the quilt.

Seeing this, Song Yin's love surged in his heart like a tide. He slowly approached Yan Jiu again and lightly touched her ear with his lips.

The tip of his tongue licked lightly along the shell of her ear, then slowly moved down her neck, leaving a series of feather-light kisses.

"Madam, you really don't want it?"

His voice became deeper and hoarser, carrying an irresistible charm.

Yan Jiu couldn't help herself in the end, and a word of "husband" came out from her red lips.

Just like the brightest star in the night sky, it broke through the darkness and instantly lit up Song Yin's heart.

Song Yin felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

He happily hugged Yan Jiu tightly with both hands, turned over and pressed her under him, his movements were swift but gentle.

His eyes were fixed on Yan Jiu's, the deep affection in his eyes seemed to drown her, and then he kissed her lips eagerly.

The tip of his tongue gently pried open Yan Jiu's teeth, entwining and playing with her tongue, and their breaths blended together.

Then, his lips slowly moved down her neck, leaving a series of passionate and affectionate kisses on her delicate collarbone, leaving her with a mark of his love.

Then, he slowly crawled into the quilt like a burning flame.

In this warm and soft space, he uses his love and tenderness to carefully paint a tender picture that belongs only to them.