C191 An Arrow on a Bow but Not on a Bow

The door creaked open as someone pushed it open. Qu Ling was so scared that he trembled.

He quickly stuffed the book under the soft pillow and turned around, pretending to be asleep.

Before long, a rustling sound came from behind him. It must be the outer robe Xiao Jingyue was wearing when he was escaping.

A moment later, a corner of the blanket was lifted, and his back felt cold for a moment. Immediately, his body felt a warmth that did not belong to him.

For some reason, Qu Ling suddenly thought of something she saw in the book just now. Her face reddened, and her body couldn't help but stiffen.

Xiao Jingyue acutely sensed it and asked: "You're still awake?"

Qu Ling did not reply, he was extremely nervous.

But Xiao Jingyue did not seem to plan on letting her go, "Why are your body so hot?"

With that, he moved his arm around her waist and placed it on her forehead. He murmured, "There's no fever."

Qu Ling angrily pulled his hand, and without even turning her head, she said: "It's very late, go to sleep!"

There was a moment of silence behind him before he suddenly heard a soft chuckle.

For some reason, Qu Ling suddenly had an extremely bad feeling about this.

This bad premonition was quickly verified.

She was forced by him to twist her shoulders, turning from lying on her side to lying on her back.

In the next moment, the person that was originally lying behind her flipped over and pressed down on her body.

Qu Ling had also seen this kind of posture in the art book.

According to the diagram below, this posture was the so-called "traditional posture".

The candlestick was out and the room was dark.

There was a tent curtain hanging on the bed, and the tent was so dark that one couldn't see one's own fingers.

Qu Ling could not see the expression on Xiao Jingyue's face. He forcefully swallowed his saliva, and asked with a trembling voice: "What do you want to do?"

A warm feeling spread out, and the deep and pleasant male voice smiled and said, "Madam, what do you think your husband wants to do?"

Qu Ling's face became even redder, and stuttered: "I, I guess, you want to, sleep, sleep."

After he finished speaking, Qu Ling suddenly thought back to last year at the South Wind House on the east street. He forced Xiao Jingyue to read to her those perverted books, and according to the way things were going, Qu Ling quietly answered for him: I don't want to sleep, I want to sleep with you.

Then, he heard the man on top of him say, "Your husband doesn't want to sleep. I just want to …"

Qu Ling, "..."

At this moment, the lady in the book would shyly punch her husband's chest and say, "I hate you."

Qu Ling frowned, and was in a dilemma as to whether or not he should follow the rules and hammer Xiao Jingyue.

Suddenly, a soft touch came from his lips.

Qu Ling's heart tensed up, the man's hands that were on his shoulders tightened, her lips unconsciously opened, and she sighed.

The next moment, his lips were attacked.

The temperature in the tent gradually rose, and rustling sounds accompanied by light panting sounded out.

Qu Ling's mind was in a mess, his hands wrapped around Xiao Jingyue's neck as he endured his kiss.

The two of them were only wearing thin inner clothes, and their clothes could no longer be seen, peeling off their clothes bit by bit.

Not long after, the skin pasted together without any obstruction, and their body temperature intimately crossed each other.

Thinking about what was about to happen, Qu Ling was so nervous that his heart almost reached his throat.

There was still fear, but most of all, they felt the desire to give it to each other without reservation.

Xiao Jingyue suddenly stopped and asked: "Madam, is it possible?"

Qu Ling tightly grabbed onto his arm, so nervous that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

His heart was beating so fast that he couldn't even suppress the medicinal effects of the pill. It was starting to ache again.

However, that was not the most important thing.

Most importantly...

Qu Ling pushed the person on his body away reluctantly, and said with a sobbing tone, "Next time then."

Xiao Jingyue, "..."

Qu Ling really started crying: "I think I came for Sunflower Water."

Xiao Jingyue, "..."

The most painful thing in the world was not parting from life and death. It was not begging, but being unable to release an arrow on a bow.

Qu Ling cried as he stretched out his right hand, "Don't … Don't be sad, hands... "Here you are."

Xiao Jingyue, "..."

All soldiers died on the battlefield.

But General Xiao believed that if there came a day when he really died, he would definitely die by Qu Ling's hands.

With such an accident, Xiao Jingyue didn't have any more thoughts, and was even more unwilling to let the blood below him flow nonstop.

Xiao Jingyue crawled up in silence, helped Qu Ling and himself to get dressed, and got off the bed.

After lighting the candle, he left the room without saying a word.

Seeing that, Qu Ling thought that Xiao Jingyue was angry, and his tears flowed even more violently.

He groped his way to his feet, looked down, saw the bloodstain, and felt like dying.

Qu Ling pouted, he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and got up.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the house, and after a while, Xiao Jingyue came back.

Xiao Jingyue was startled when he saw Qu Ling's tear-stained little face, and then sighed helplessly. "What are you crying for?"

He should be the one crying.

Qu Ling choked with sobs, and leaned over to hug him.

Xiao Jingyue quickly dodged to the side, causing Qu Ling to cry even louder.

Xiao Jingyue, "..."

Xiao Jingyue had never had such a headache even when fighting in a war.

He didn't care about anything else as he sat down on the edge of the couch and held her on his lap.

Qu Ling cried for a while, before hurriedly pushing him away, "Dirty."

Xiao Jingyue lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "Not dirty."

"But you did."

"…"

Xiao Jingyue took a deep breath, resisted the urge to throw her out, and placed her back on the bed.

I miss it.

He couldn't even remember how long it had been since she'd been angry with him.

Seeing Xiao Jingyue's gloomy face and not saying a word, Qu Ling held onto his arm, raised her head and looked at him pitifully, "Are you angry?"

Xiao Jingyue said calmly: "No."

"You're angry."

"Nope."

"You're really angry."

"There really isn't one."

Qu Ling continued to pester her non-stop: "I won't believe you until you kiss me."

It was simply fatal! Xiao Jingyue sighed helplessly as he looked at her crying expression, "If you don't kiss me, I'll continue to cry."

Like a dragonfly touching the water lightly, he lightly pecked her lips.

Qu Ling had originally wanted to give her a deep kiss, but when he thought that he would have to torment Xiao Jingyue tonight, he swallowed his words back.

Not long after, Aunt Tao ordered his servants to bring the bathtub in.

Aunt Tao took some clean clothes and Yue Yang as he stood outside and said loudly, "General, the water for the bath has been prepared."

Xiao Jingyue replied indifferently and carried Qu Ling out.

Aunt Tao looked at the two and asked hesitantly: "Do you need this old servant to serve you?"

"No need." Xiao Jingyue walked over to the bathtub and put Qu Ling down.

When the Aunt Tao saw this, he placed the things in his hands on a chair and silently retreated.

Since Qu Ling was unable to soak in the Sunflower Water, he could only wash it for a bit. She glanced at the bloodstain on Xiao Jingyue's clothes that was made by herself, and asked: "Your body is also dirty, do you want to wash it together?"

"No need." Xiao Jingyue avoided Green Snake who was crawling all over the ground, walked to the side of the screen and took out her flute from Qu Ling's clothes.

At this moment, he felt that he had to do something to divert his attention so that his vital energy and blood wouldn't boil and he wouldn't die.

However, just as the flute was placed to his lips, before he could blow it, he heard Xiao Er's voice coming from outside.

"Master, General Chen ordered someone to send word that the child from the western courtyard is sick. His condition is not optimistic."

Xiao Jingyue moved but before he could speak, he heard Qu Ling raise his voice again and ask: "Child? What child! Xiao Jingyue, you have an illegitimate child?! "