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Early morning.
The Liangyue Manor master bedroom.
Qin Jiang had just opened his eyes and saw the obedient, soft woman snuggled in his arms—Yan Liang, without a stitch of makeup, beautiful with a natural hint of innocence.
Compared to the flashy, domineering look from last night, she was like from a different world!
He watched quietly for a while, and seeing he had things to do today, he started to get up.
Suddenly, a soft hand covered his thigh under the blanket.
Uh oh.
Qin Jiang felt a little flustered.
He had indeed worked hard last night, but he couldn’t guarantee he’d truly satisfied the yandere Young Mistress’s appetite.
So he lowered his eyes to look at Yanyan curled in his arms—seemingly harmless but secretly mischievous—and their gazes met.
“Yanyan, why are you awake?”
“I was going to wash up first and let you sleep a little longer.”
Qin Jiang, practiced at this, stroked Yan Liang’s hair, patting her head to soothe his yandere little wife. His petting skills? Full marks!!
“Mm… I thought Jiang was going to run away again.”
Yan Liang said this as her body in the blanket coiled around him like a python. Her smooth skin was warm to the touch, wrapping him so tightly there were no gaps at all.
“Baby, running away means you’ll get punished, you know.”
Yan Liang’s dark red long hair flowed down, contrasting sharply with her exquisite face—so beautiful it took one’s breath away.
Radiant and dazzling, even the innocence in her expression carried a few degrees of wickedness.
But one had to admit… naughty Yan Liang was actually even more intoxicating!
Qin Jiang couldn’t help gulping a mouthful of saliva.
Though last night had broadened his experience with Yan Liang, all of his experience and practice in this area of his life had been devoted to one person.
And that person was his yandere little wife.
He was clueless about many methods.
But now Qin Jiang had to admit he felt a real sense of urgency. As a man… he really needed to put some thought into research in this area.
Not only did he need to cook dishes in the kitchen that could hook Yanyan’s appetite.
He also had to, in bed, capture Yanyan’s heart.
Although he didn’t really have to try—just lying there, Young Mistress Yan Liang would leap on him and devour him.
Still, a bit more knowledge couldn’t hurt.
“Ahem… Yanyan, whatever punishment you want to give me, I’ll accept it.”
“Just—baby… not too often, it’s too damaging to the body.”
Qin Jiang earnestly tried to persuade her. He was indeed depleted, but he had always been concerned about Yan Liang’s poor health.
Restoring one’s health wasn’t done in a day.
So it was best to be a little more moderate for now…
Before Qin Jiang could finish that thought, Yan Liang had already grabbed his neck and pushed him back under the soft blanket.
He saw the face before him—her skin fair and luminous, red lips enticing, her body almost glistening with moisture…
This… doing this was actually more effective than tonic soups??
Qin Jiang was somewhat bewildered.
“Mm… Jiang, do you still think it’s damaging to the body?”
“Baby, you are my medicine—if I want you, I’ll take you hard!”
Yan Liang pressed close to Qin Jiang’s ear, her hot breath circling, and she possessively gave his earlobe a light kiss.
Then there was another round of… exercise.
Qin Jiang was numb.
Yan Liang, refreshed, got up, sat at the dressing table and put her long hair up, radiating a cold, noble temperament.
Qin Jiang curled up under the quilts, feeling aggrieved as he called to Yan Liang, “Yanyan baby…”
“I want soup.”
He needed replenishment—a strong tonic!!
Yan Liang had anticipated this, and soon a servant brought in tonic soup—ten bowls of one of the most nourishing recipes in Chinese cooking!
Qin Jiang couldn’t help his ears flushing hot.
Didn’t that mean… the whole Liangyue Manor knew what Young Mistress Yan Liang did to him the night before??
Qin Jiang felt a bit embarrassed.
But Yan Liang walked over confidently carrying the soup, personally tending to the limp Qin Jiang—having him wash first, then feeding him soup.
A masterful display of meticulous care.
“Ugh… enough, enough!”
After finishing the fifth bowl, Qin Jiang felt he might be overdoing it.
He was full from tonic soup alone.
“Is that so?”
“One last sip—whatever enters your mouth…you must drink!”
In the end, Qin Jiang’s ears burned even more—indeed he drank whatever entered his mouth…
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