CHAPTER 119: CHAPTER 119: DO YOU WANT A CHILD?

After having dinner, everyone sat and chatted for a while before returning to their own homes.

Since Jiang Jingming had drunk alcohol tonight, he stayed overnight at Jiang Songwen’s house.

Only the next day did he leave with Sang Yu from Jiang Songwen’s home.

Before leaving, He Xiulan pulled Sang Yu aside and whispered, "Try on this dress after you take a bath tonight."

Sang Yu was curious, seeing He Xiulan’s mysterious demeanor: "What kind of dress is this?"

He Xiulan waved it off, "It’s the qipao you asked to be made. I thought it was quite suitable, so I had the tailor make one according to your measurements. Try it on tonight."

Sang Yu nodded at her words, "Alright, I understand, thank you, auntie."

He Xiulan: "No need to thank me."

Then she finally let Sang Yu leave with Jiang Jingming.

Jiang Jingming looked at the bag in Sang Yu’s hand: "What’s that?"

Sang Yu replied, "Oh, this is a dress auntie gave me, saying I should try it on tonight."

Sang Yu was quite curious as to why she couldn’t try it on at home or last night?

Why did it have to be after a bath at night?

When Jiang Jingming heard Sang Yu’s words, He Xiulan’s meaningful gaze flashed through his mind as she had just sent them off.

A light flickered in his eyes.

As night fell, Jiang Jingming casually brought up the dress.

Sang Yu remembered and turned to take a bath, then waited to try on the dress.

When she went in, she saw Jiang Jingming lying on the bed, not intending to leave.

"Aren’t you going out?" Sang Yu, in her pajamas, had the dress in her hand to try on.

Jiang Jingming got up and walked up to Sang Yu: "What part of you haven’t I seen? Hmm? Do I still need to go out?"

Sang Yu’s face instantly flushed red: "What nonsense are you spouting."

"If you don’t go out, I’ll change outside." Sang Yu pushed him, but Jiang Jingming caught her hand in turn.

"I’ll help you." Jiang Jingming’s voice was thick with desire.

Sang Yu shivered all over, as if an electric current swept through her entire body.

Even her fingertips couldn’t help but tremble, making it hard for her to hold the dress.

As it slipped from her hand, Jiang Jingming caught it just in time.

"It seems like you want me to help you change, so let me do it then."

With that, Jiang Jingming’s hand descended on the buttons of Sang Yu’s pajamas, one by one.

As if he was absentmindedly toying with them.

Just before everything was revealed, Sang Yu abruptly caught Jiang Jingming’s hand: "I’ll do it myself."

Jiang Jingming looked at Sang Yu’s flushed face and laughed, "Isn’t my help any good?"

He leaned down, murmuring near her ear, his warm breath spraying against her earlobe and neck.

It felt tingly.

"No, not good." Sang Yu said with difficulty.

Jiang Jingming’s hands didn’t stop, biting her tiny earlobe, "Be good."

In an instant, her pajamas were undone, although she still wore a small garment underneath to cover some parts.

Sang Yu shoved Jiang Jingming away: "Alright, I’ll change now."

Jiang Jingming sat on the bed, eyes deep and filled with interest, watching Sang Yu: "Go ahead, change."

It seemed the man wasn’t planning on leaving. Forget it, he had seen everything anyway, what difference did it make?

She simply gave up, took off her pants, and swiftly changed into the qipao.

However, she didn’t notice how Jiang Jingming’s expression instantly changed the moment she put it on.

The man’s dark eyes were filled with intense desire, like a beast ready to pounce.

That gaze was captivating, not hiding his burning passion at all.

His breathing was heavy, the deep eyes brimming with tidal waves, appearing deeper than the night outside.

Sang Yu didn’t notice, only feeling the qipao was somewhat restrictive.

It wrapped tightly around her, and the slit on her leg was too high, reaching up to her thigh.

How could he remember the conservative style of this era having such a high-slit qipao?

Even in the 21st century, a high-slit qipao like this would be considered risqué.

Was the qipao He Xiulan gave her really right?

"Jiang Jingming..."

Originally, she wanted to ask Jiang Jingming if the qipao looked strange, but she suddenly noticed his expression was off.

Instinctively, Sang Yu felt she should quickly take off the dress, or else the consequences would be unimaginable.

Sang Yu hurriedly said, "This, this dress is too, too small."

As she spoke, she was about to take it off.

Jiang Jingming got up, wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

Lowering his head, his voice deep and hoarse: "It looks great, no need to take it off."

The deep red qipao accentuated Sang Yu’s curvy figure, showcasing her beautiful form without reservation.

Sang Yu lay in the man’s embrace, Jiang Jingming’s face buried in her neck.

She had to tilt her head back to maintain this posture.

The room’s light seemed to focus entirely on them, creating a stark contrast between the large and small, strong and weak.

The man’s breathing grew heavier, his voice husky: "A fleeting glimpse beneath the moon, mistaken for an immortal in a painting."

Even though Sang Yu hadn’t read that poem, she understood what it meant.

"Jiang Jingming."

"Xiao Yu, do you want children?"

Sang Yu paused, wondering how the topic shifted to this.

"Don’t you want them?" Jiang Jingming rubbed against her neck, sending shivers through her.

"That’s not, that’s not what I mean." Sang Yu stammered.

"Xiao Yu, will you have a child with me?"

Sang Yu thought of Wei Jin’s pregnancy when Jiang Chunhe was delighted, then remembered how Jiang Jingming was lonely before marrying her, and she felt a bit heartbroken.

"Alright."

Jiang Jingming smiled: "Thank you, my dear."

The next second, Jiang Jingming scooped Sang Yu up, laying her gently on the bed.

In the next moment, he was over her, pressing Sang Yu beneath him.

He kissed her bit by bit with sincerity and reverence, as if treating her like a rare treasure.

He kissed from her forehead to her eyes, then her nose, and finally her alluring red lips.

Sang Yu closed her eyes in embarrassment, feeling Jiang Jingming’s kiss on her.

Every touch was gentle, making her want to follow him.

At the touch of their lips, Sang Yu couldn’t help but moan softly.

Jiang Jingming’s tongue then took the opportunity to join, intertwining with hers.

The sound of their kisses echoed clearly in the quiet room.

Besides that sound, Sang Yu could also hear Jiang Jingming’s breathing in her ears, heavy, or perhaps it was her own.

Sang Yu’s mind went blank, so much so that she didn’t even notice her clothes had all been stripped off.

When she finally reacted, it was too late to stop.

Every inch of her body seemed to be screaming for him.

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