The Rough Hunter's Little Lucky Wife-Chapter 392 - Settling Down (Part 5)

392 Settling Down (Part 5)

The drums gradually stopped, and a soft female voice and the sound of a lute echoed.

The fruit wine had a strong aftereffect. The tipsy feeling Yue Jiaojiao had gradually reached her head, but her expression was still filled with excitement. She didn’t know when she had already nestled herself in Zhao Zhan’s arms.

Zhao Zhan’s breath was filled with her scent.

His hands clasped her waist and he pressed her into his arms.

Yue Jiaojiao cried out in surprise. Zhao Zhan swept his gaze around, his back facing the main hall. He could not help but press Yue Jiaojiao firmly into his arms and lean forward to kiss her.

He had a broad back, and it blocked Yue Jiaojiao from others’ view.

The candlelight was dim and the veil was light, so others could not see the situation in the corner.

This was the first time Zhao Zhan had acted so impetuously in front of so many people.

At this moment, after the noise around them was muffled, it seemed that there were only the two of them in the world.

His heart was beating like a drum.

His ears subconsciously blocked out all movement.

Yue Jiaojiao was a little reckless in her drunken state. She wrapped her arms around Zhao Zhan’s neck and leaned in closer to him.

Zhao Zhan picked up the outer robe beside him and spread it open, wrapping his lover up tightly. He then threw a silver ingot on the table and left through the back door with Yue Jiaojiao in his arms.

The back door of the tavern was a small alley. It was so dark that one couldn’t even see their own fingers.

Zhao Zhan pressed his lover against the wall, his actions were unrestrained and completely devoid of his usual gentleness and calmness.

Yue Jiaojiao let out a few groans, her voice as soft as a kitten’s meow. “My love…”

Zhao Zhan’s scalp went numb, and an itch crawled from his tailbone to his heart. His soul was sent flying far away by her cry.

“Y-you…”

Yue Jiaojiao looked like a seductress who had descended to the mortal world under the moonlight to seduce people.

Zhao Zhan, who was lying on her neck, heard rustling sounds not far away. He picked Yue Jiaojiao up in his arms and went home.

Yue Jiaojiao chuckled softly.

His lover’s voice was lively, and the corners of her eyes were moist. Her smile was like a clear spring that spilled all the way down the street. Under the soft moonlight, Zhao Zhan’s eyes were covered with a layer of misty affection.

Madam Qin had left the door open for them.

Zhao Zhan pushed open the door to his courtyard and strode into his room.

Yue Jiaojiao struggled and wanted to jump off his body. Zhao Zhan reached out to stop her in a flurry, but Yue Jiaojiao grabbed his collar and pressed him down.

“My dearest husband.”

Yue Jiaojiao’s nails slowly moved down from the corner of his forehead and clutched Zhao Zhan’s collar.

“Jiaojiao…”

“Shh…” Yue Jiaojiao pressed on the corner of his lips and smiled slyly. “Don’t say a word.”

Zhao Zhan’s adam’s apple rolled unconsciously, and his eyes seemed to hide the burning desire of a hungry wolf that wanted to devour anything in its way.

Her fingers slid from his collar to his belt, and Yue Jiaojiao gently pulled it outward, throwing his belt to the ground.

Zhao Zhan lay on his back, his eyes burning.

Yue Jiaojiao’s lips were bright red, and her fingertips hooked around his waist.

Zhao Zhan’s hands could not help but want to hold her waist.

“Don’t move.”

Yue Jiaojiao’s charming smile was like that of a little fox. Draped in the thin veil of the moon, she pressed down on Zhao Zhan’s hands and interlocked her fingers with his. Her waist softened and she bent down.

Zhao Zhan’s body tensed.

Yue Jiaojiao’s lips curved into a faint smile.

The leaves of the jujube tree outside the window fluttered in the gentle wind.

The fervor was like a scratch to Zhao Zhan.

His lover was sprawled all over him. Zhao Zhan grabbed her waist and turned her over.

The bed curtains were pulled down to block the view inside.

It was as if the wind had blown into the room through the gap in the window, and the deliberately trimmed tassels on it fluttered.

Zhao Zhan bowed and kissed his lover’s shoulder like the most devout guard ever.

Perhaps it was not the wine that was intoxicating, but his meticulous gentleness.

Yue Jiaojiao’s mind was shaken to the point of slacking off when she was immersed in the moment, but her eyes softened because of his carefulness.

She was weak and obedient.

The veins on the back of Zhao Zhan’s hand bulged, and his heart tensed up as a violent thought rose in his mind.

His heart was restless, and even the impulse he had turned fanatical.