LRAB Chapter 91 In the end, I got the best deal.
Chapter 91 In the end, I got the best deal.
As dawn broke, a pale white tinge appeared on the eastern horizon.
In the Qin family's courtyard, the rooster that had been crowing had just crowed once when it was hit squarely on the head by a cloth shoe. Clucking, it flapped its wings and flew up to the top of the wall.
Qin Rushan withdrew his hand from throwing the shoe and deftly closed the window.
The room was dimly lit, the air was stuffy, and there was a peculiar, sweet-smelling smell.
He walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his bare upper body muscles taut, several dark red scratches standing out against his bronze skin.
On the kang (a heated brick bed), a small bulge appeared on a large red quilt.
Li Xianglian huddled inside, only revealing a tuft of black hair and half of her rounded shoulder. Her shoulder was covered in bruises, all marks left by careless slaps.
Qin Rushan squatted down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
He stretched out his large hand, his fingertips rough like sandpaper. He wanted to touch her face, but his hand hovered in mid-air for a moment before he withdrew it.
My hands are covered in calluses, I don't want to ruin this tender tofu.
For the past three years, he has never slept soundly, easily awakened by the slightest noise. But last night, holding this warm body, he slept soundly until dawn, without even a dream.
"Well……"
The person in bed stirred.
Li Xianglian's eyelids felt heavy, and she struggled to open them a crack.
"
My whole body felt off, as if it had been taken apart and put back together, and every bone in my body ached.
She instinctively tried to turn over.
"hiss--"
A piercing tearing sensation came from the groin area.
She gasped, her memories instantly flooding back.
Last night's blush-inducing and shameless scenes kept flashing through my mind like a revolving lantern.
That bull-like strength, that scalding sweat, and that relentless drive that wouldn't stop no matter how much you begged for mercy...
Li Xianglian was startled and grabbed the corner of the quilt, burying her head inside.
A large hand pressed her down through the blanket.
"Awake?" Qin Rushan's voice was hoarse from just waking up, making one's ears tingle.
Li Xianglian hid under the covers, not daring to show her face, and mumbled, "Mmm..."
"What are you hiding for? Last night, what didn't you see, whether you should or shouldn't have?"
Qin Rushan didn't have the patience to play hide-and-seek with her. He scooped her up in his arms, blanket and all, and rubbed his chin against her messy hair. The stubble pricked Li Xianglian, making her shrink back.
"Does it hurt?" he asked bluntly.
Li Xianglian's face turned bright red, and she complained in a low voice, "You have no sense of proportion... I've shouted myself hoarse, but you still won't stop."
Qin Rushan's chest trembled, and he let out a muffled laugh.
"It's my fault. It was my first time trying it, and I didn't keep my mouth shut."
He verbally admitted his mistake, but his hand slipped under the covers and gently kneaded her aching waist. "I'll be gentler next time, and try not to make you cry."
The rough fingertips, hot and smooth, pressed against her skin, making Li Xianglian feel weak all over, and relieving the soreness considerably.
"Are you hungry?" Qin Rushan let go of his hand, got up and walked to the coal stove in the corner of the room.
The stove has been sealed off long ago; it can be used as soon as it's turned on.
Li Xianglian then noticed a large bowl on the square table with one leg malfunctioning.
Qin Rushan brought it over and handed it to her: "Drink it while it's hot."
The bowl contains two perfectly round poached eggs, the soup is a bright red color, and a few precious red dates float on top.
It was made with a huge spoonful of brown sugar, and the sweetness went straight into my nose.
In these days when even cornmeal has to be carefully budgeted, a bowl of brown sugar and eggs is a privilege reserved for women in postpartum confinement.
Li Xianglian's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the bowl of soup.
During the three years she lived with the Zhao family, let alone brown sugar and eggs, even the dumplings served during the New Year's meal were carefully counted by Aunt Zhao, and she would get scolded for eating even one extra.
"What? You think my cooking isn't good enough?"
Seeing that she didn't move, Qin Rushan frowned, picked up a spoon, scooped up an egg, blew on it awkwardly, and brought it directly to her mouth. "Open your mouth."
Li Xianglian obediently opened her mouth and took a bite.
The egg whites were tender and smooth, and the sweet syrup was incredibly delicious.
"You eat too..." she said, pushing the bowl towards her.
"I don't eat that stuff, it's for women to nourish their bodies."
Qin Rushan sat down with an air of authority, watching her eat until her lips were stained with sugar. He reached out and wiped it off with his thumb, then casually put it in his own mouth and sucked on it.
The action was both rough and natural, making Li Xianglian's face flush again.
"Brother Shanzi..." she called softly.
"Wasn't the noise last night a bit too loud?" Li Xianglian's face flushed again as she recalled how the roof was about to be blown off in the middle of the night.
These mud walls don't block out sound; the Zhao family next door probably heard everything.
"I don't dare to go out today, I'm afraid people will laugh at me."
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Qin Rushan put the empty bowl on the table. "We are a legally married couple, and it's only natural for us to do things on our own kang (heated brick bed). If anyone complains about the noise, it's because they have bad ears and like to eavesdrop."
The man was shirtless, and his bronze skin still bore several scratches left from the previous night. He didn't look disheveled at all; instead, he exuded a wild and powerful aura.
Li Xianglian followed his movements and looked over, her gaze falling on the red marks on his back. Her face flushed even hotter.
She scratched herself when she reached her climax last night, and it seemed that the sensation of his flesh still lingered under her fingernails.
The man's gaze swept over her face, then he suddenly leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against her ear: "Besides, this shows your man is capable. Unlike some cowards who occupy the position without doing anything."
The two knew perfectly well who these words were directed at.
Li Xianglian was so embarrassed that she tried to push him away, but Qin Rushan grabbed her hand as soon as she reached out.
He stopped bothering her, stood up straight, and lifted the corner of the blanket with his large hand.
The coarse white sheet that was laid beneath him was visible.
On the sheet that had been washed until it was almost white, a glaring dark red stain had now appeared, with some unspeakable marks around it.
Li Xianglian exclaimed in surprise, reaching out to snatch it: "What...what are you doing! Give it to me!"
How could a grown man be allowed to hold something so private?
According to the village's old custom, the new bride had to secretly wash and put it away the next morning.
Qin Rushan raised his hand to avoid hers, his gaze lingering on the cluster of red plum blossoms for a moment, the crimson in his eyes deepening.
That was his medal as a man, the irrefutable proof that he completely possessed this woman.
"You don't need to lift a finger to do this."
He rolled the sheet into a ball and casually tucked it under his arm. "You're still not fully recovered, I'll go wash you. You stay lying on the kang (heated brick bed). If you want to sleep, take another nap. If you don't want to sleep, stay in the room and don't get out of bed."
"No!" Li Xianglian sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping down to reveal a large expanse of her cleavage. "That's too embarrassing... Give it to me, I'll cut it up with scissors and burn it."
"Burn my ass."
Qin Rushan raised an eyebrow, his usual reckless attitude kicking in. "I'll keep this for later."
"What use are you?"
"To ward off evil spirits."
Qin Rushan didn't explain much, but gave that smooth forehead a big kiss, even making a sound.
"Don't get out of bed, be good."
After saying that, he didn't give her a chance to refute, grabbed the bed sheet, and strode out of the room.
With a creak, the heavy wooden door closed.
Qin Rushan stood in the shadows of the main room, not in a hurry to go outside.
He glanced back at the tightly closed door to the inner room, making sure no one inside had come out, before lowering his head and shaking the wad of cloth out again.
That dark red hue had long since dried, but in his eyes it shone brighter than gold.
He brought the cloth to his nose and took a deep breath.
A faint smell of rust mixed with the unique jasmine scent of Li Xianglian's perfume, and the feminine fragrance that had driven him mad last night.
Qin Rushan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile somewhat eerie.
Zhao Gang, you blind bastard!
I kept this piece of fine jade for three years without touching it, and in the end, it all fell into my lap.
I've made a mental note of this, and I'll settle the score with you later.
He turned and walked to the corner of the wall, to the large camphor wood chest with peeling paint.
This box was brought back by him after he was discharged from the army. He rarely opened it except to take out alcohol.
With a "click," the brass lock was opened.
At the bottom of the box was an old military uniform, a few brass bullet casings, and half a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).
He found some old newspapers, carefully folded the bloodstained sheet into a neat square, smoothed out the edges, and then wrapped it up in layers.
The movements were so careful, even more meticulous than when wiping a rifle.
After packing it up, he placed the item at the bottom of the box, covered it with the old military uniform, and then locked it, satisfied.
After finishing all this, Qin Rushan straightened up and dusted off his hands.
wash?
Think beautifully.
Washing this would be a terrible waste.
If that old woman from the Zhao family ever dares to bring up Xianglian's reputation again, this will be the plug to shut their rotten mouths.
He was in a great mood, humming an unknown tune, and turned to leave the main room.
Just then, a series of urgent knocks came from outside the courtyard gate.
"Dashan! Is Dashan home? Oh no, open the door quickly! Something terrible has happened!"