When he told her to undress, Rong Shu subconsciously put her hand on her collar.
Of course, she was unwilling.
He checked her injury several times yesterday because she was hurt.
But she has already said a lot more now, and it’s not bedtime yet, so she’s not that thick-skinned.
“No need. I looked in the mirror earlier and I really feel much better.”
Seeing that she was both shy and hesitant, Song Wenjing knew she wouldn’t listen to him and unbutton her clothes.
He simply didn’t insist, saying he would have a chance to see it later.
He sat down at the table and started talking to her.
“I had the lights in the yard removed by someone else.”
He looked at her as he spoke, and Rong Shu took off her cloak and hung it on the clothes rack, replying with her back to him.
“Yes, I heard it from the servants.”
Song Wenjing continued, “Although we don’t lack lamp oil at home, there’s no need for such extravagance…”
Rong Shu didn’t really listen to what he was saying.
Her heart ached with a sharp, throbbing pain.
She thought that since she had died once, she shouldn’t take him too seriously anymore.
She would let him do whatever he wanted; all she wanted was to have a child so that they could stay in Jiangzhou and never go to the capital to die.
With the child and the Song family as her backing, no one could bully her mother and siblings at will.
She thought that was enough.
However, Song Wenjing knew that she had night blindness; she had told him about it.
He insisted on removing the lights, saying that there should be no extravagance.
In reality, he simply didn’t care about her at all.
But just now he pretended to care about her injury.
She pretended to adjust her cloak, replying “okay.”
After Song Wenjing finished speaking, he glanced at the purple-gold box placed on the soft couch by the window.
He remembered the brocade pouch she had embroidered under the lamp last night, but he couldn’t see it today.
He thought those were just things Rong Shu did to pass the time; that was the only thought that crossed his mind, but he didn’t ask.
He sat for a while, then went to his study.
After he left, Rong Shu remembered the things she had taken from her mother-in-law.
She picked up the box from the soft couch and opened it.
The box was completely full of Lanwuxiang…
This fragrance is not only used as an aphrodisiac, but also has fertility-enhancing effects.
The thought that Song Wenjing didn’t care about her made her feel uneasy.
But who knows if he’ll still be in the manor tomorrow?
And these days happen to be the days when she is most fertile…
Rong Shu struggled for a long time about whether or not to light incense tonight.
Even after she had finished washing up and gotten into bed, her eyes kept glancing at the gilded incense burner under the window.
She didn’t know how long she had been watching, but finally she pinched her own leg.
How can you be so unrealistic? She wants a child, and to have a child, she has to do *that*.
Otherwise, if they were to live apart for long periods like in her previous life, how would she have had children?
Thinking of this, she decisively got up, took a piece of incense from the box on the dressing table, and put it into the incense burner that was still slightly smoking.
After finishing and returning to the bedside, I suddenly remembered what happened that night, and felt a little uneasy.
So he went back and opened the incense burner. He saw the incense sticks that were already smoking and was about to reach out to take them.
This incense stick can burn for most of the night, and she figured that using just a little bit should be enough.
The moment her hand touched the unlit end of the incense stick, her wrist was grabbed.
She was startled and turned around to see Song Wenjing looking at her with a cold expression.
“What are you doing?”
As soon as Song Wenjing entered, he saw her delicate fingers reaching into the incense burner, which was still emitting smoke.
Therefore, his voice unconsciously carried a accusatory tone.
Rong Shu’s heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head to make an excuse: “I want to change the incense stick.”
She tried to move her wrist, attempting to break free from Song Wenjing’s grasp, but he held on even tighter.
Why use your hands to pick it up?
He was very smart and not someone who could be easily fooled, but Rong Shu still didn’t understand why he was so fixated on this matter.
“The incense was just lit.”
It means that if she holds the other end, she won’t hurt her hand.
But Song Wenjing was still not satisfied with these words.
He looked at his slightly awkward wife and sighed inwardly.
How could you be so silly?
He wasn’t interested in whether something smelled good or not. Before he got married, and even in his study or academy, he never burned incense.
However, Rong Shu seemed to like it quite a bit, so he never stopped him.
He covered the incense burner and softened his tone: “Let’s burn this.”
Since he’s already said that, what else can Rong Shu say?
Just thinking about what will happen next makes me feel a little sad.
Song Wenjing quickly went to the restroom.
The sound of water came from the outer room, and Rong Shu went up to the bed first.
She wrapped herself in the blanket, covering half her face, but stared wide-eyed at the bed curtains in a daze.
When Song Wenjing returned and got into bed, she quietly pulled the blanket down a little, up to her chest.
The neckline of her snow-white nightgown was slightly open, revealing a hint of her collarbone—not much, but enough to pique one’s curiosity.
Song Wenjing indeed did not get into bed, but instead stepped forward.
Rong Shu was already prepared and took the initiative to lift the covers…
The hands with their distinct finger bones felt slightly cool, and Rong Shu trembled slightly, turning her face to the side to reveal a section of her delicate and slender neck.
Several breaths passed, and he placed his hand on her rounded shoulder, but made no movement.
She then turned her head back and saw Song Wenjing looking at her left shoulder with an extremely serious expression.
She blinked, feeling an urge to pull the blanket over herself under his gaze.
He gently touched the scalded area from yesterday with his finger; it wasn’t as red as it had been yesterday.
But he still frowned and asked her, “Where is the ointment?”
Rong Shu was somewhat stunned again.
Wasn’t he going to do… that thing?
Song Wenjing received no reply from her, so he went to the dressing table and saw the porcelain vase. He took it and put it back on the bed.
Just like last night, he untied the belt of her nightgown and carefully applied the ointment to her shoulder.
Just like last night, Rong Shu nervously clutched the corner of the blanket.
After a short while, she found it increasingly difficult to endure.
Perhaps it’s because the incense was burned tonight, but compared to last night, this delicate and gentle touch is much more unbearable.
Gradually, her face flushed, and she felt a little hot.
This feels exactly the same as the night before last.
My mind is a complete mess…
Song Wenjing dared not underestimate her injury.
That day, Xie spoke very seriously, and scalding hot soup flew straight towards her shop. If she hadn’t dodged it, things would probably have turned out much worse.
It’s like this even through several layers of clothing, imagine if it hit my face…
Thinking of all this, Song Wenjing scooped up a little more ointment with his finger and applied it.
After he finished applying the ointment, he was about to pull Rong Shu’s nightgown up when he saw her flushed face and thought she was feeling unwell.
He placed the back of his hand on her forehead and, feeling no fever, asked her, “Where do you feel unwell?”
Rong Shu bit her lip; she felt that the fragrance tonight was even stronger than that night!
She had held back for most of the night, but now, after only a short while of lighting the candle, she had already lost her composure.
With her remaining clarity, she observed that Song Wenjing’s face remained unchanged, as if the incense had no effect on him at all.
He was about to get up and leave.
Rong Shu clenched her fists and then loosened them.
Let’s just give up and go all out!
Since she took the initiative that night, why should I hold back now?
Moreover, the children’s affairs are the most important thing.
She grabbed his long, strong arm and pressed it against her chest.
To Song Wenjing’s astonishment, she hooked her other arm around his neck and pulled him close, her warm lips meeting his…