Chapter 91: Rested Well
Sleeping in felt so refreshing. When Qingyan woke up, he felt relaxed all over, as if all the weariness of the year had been eased away.
He lazily lay on the soft bedding, his eyes unconsciously staring at the intricate carvings on the bed canopy. After a while, his senses gradually recovered from the numbness of deep sleep. It was only then that he noticed how hot the room was.
Despite only having a blanket covering his stomach, he was still sweating lightly.
Beside him, Qiu Henian was wearing a single-layered garment, sitting upright at the head of the bed reading a book.
Qingyan shifted slightly, and Qiu Henian turned to look at him.
Qingyan looked at him with a sweet and dependent gaze, still hoarse from just waking up. He asked, “Didn’t you sleep a bit longer?”
Qiu Henian lowered his head to look at him.
“I did.”
Qingyan then asked, “What time is it now?”
Qiu Henian lifted a corner of the bed curtain and glanced outside.
“It’s another hour until the sun sets.”
Qingyan hadn’t expected to sleep for so long. He hurriedly sat up to find his clothes.
“It should be time to cook. Why didn’t you wake me?”
Qiu Henian turned his head to look at him, speaking slowly, “No need to rush. I’ve already prepared it and it’s warming in the pot.”
Qingyan turned back to look at him.
Qiu Henian’s lips twitched slightly.
“I didn’t wake you because I wanted you to sleep a little longer, so you could eat more later.”
Qingyan uttered an “oh” upon hearing this.
When he heard the other say, “Otherwise, I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it.”
Qingyan was momentarily stunned, then blinked and blushed, lowering his head.
He understood the man’s implication.
Today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and no one would come to their house. It would just be the two of them all day long.
They had been busy all year, and only during these few days of the Spring Festival could they relax.
Last year, Qiu Henian had been away at Fengyuguan for several months. After he returned, he was busy with business and managing the shop. If they counted carefully, they hadn’t been intimate many times.
The most recent time was that night at Old Liu’s house. After much difficulty finding time, they had barely started when they were forced to stop abruptly.
Since then, they hadn’t had much time to sit down and eat together, let alone do this.
This was the second meal of the day. Qiu Henian had made pig trotter and soybean soup, steamed a fish he had bought yesterday with peanut oil, shredded green onion, and ginger, and heated several steamed buns. He also fried four eggs with sesame oil. It was quite a sumptuous meal.
During the meal, Qiu Henian frequently picked out fish without bones and put them in Qingyan’s bowl, adding plenty of eggs and replenishing the soup when it was low.
Qingyan’s face grew redder as he ate, and finally, he couldn’t help but say with some embarrassment, “That’s enough, really. I can’t eat anymore.”
But Qiu Henian raised his gaze to look at him and asked, “Are you sure?”
Qingyan almost buried his face in the table, but what he said was direct and straightforward, “I can’t handle it. Just let me rest.”
Upon hearing this, Qiu Henian looked at him for a while with a deep gaze and said slowly, “I’ll try my best.”
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After finishing the meal, they couldn’t immediately take a bath as it would make their stomachs uncomfortable.
After washing the dishes and cleaning the pot, Qiu Henian fed the chickens in the yard, cooked some food for Ah Miao, and took it outside to cool before feeding it to her.
Qiu Henian went to the back garden, went down to the vegetable cellar, and brought back a few potatoes, peeled them, and soaked them in clean water.
Once all the chores were done, he brought out the bathing tub, scrubbed it clean, and heated the water while Qingyan was still asleep. Qiu Henian had added water a few times afterwards, and now it was just right.
After the water temperature was adjusted, Qingyan got into the tub first. When his husband took off his clothes and joined him, Qingyan obediently leaned against him, letting the rough hands carefully wash his hair and body.
When it came to washing the sensitive parts, Qingyan buried his face in the man’s neck, biting his lip to keep from making any sound.
After both had finished washing, Qingyan was lifted out of the tub.
A thick towel was laid on the bed, and Qingyan was placed on it. Qiu Henian wasn’t in a hurry. He slowly dried Qingyan’s hair and applied fragrant ointment to him bit by bit.
After everything was set up, the cloth was removed, revealing the small cushion specially sewn by Qingyan underneath.
This cotton cushion had been washed by Qiu Henian beforehand, then dried and beaten for a long time to loosen the cotton inside. The fabric had also been beaten until it became somewhat softer, making it very comfortable against the skin.
With the steam rising from the tub in the room, it became even warmer.
Qingyan’s few strands of hair stuck to his cheeks and neck. The perfume he had just applied evaporated into a misty fragrance.
Qiu Henian hung the damp cloth on the fire wall and returned to stand by the bed, watching the person on the bed for a while before bending down to kiss him.
Qingyan immediately reached out his arm and embraced the strong neck of the other person, opening his body to welcome him.
However, Qiu Henian remained unhurried. After the kiss, he lay on his side next to Qingyan, supporting his head with one hand while the other hand slowly caressed downward.
Qingyan felt ticklish and impatient again. After a while, unable to resist, he turned over, lifted his head to kiss the man, and after the kiss, with watery eyes, he looked at him without saying a word, but all his pleading was already expressed in his soft and obedient gaze.
Qingyan softly pleaded, “Henian, give me a child.”
The next moment, Qiu Henian sat up on the edge of the bed, placed his feet on the ground, then lifted Qingyan’s soft body to sit face to face on his own thigh.
Qiu Henian looked attentively at the weeping Qingyan and said, “I originally wanted you to rest a little longer.”
Qingyan looked bewildered, then realized why Qiu Henian had instructed him to eat more earlier and deliberately let him rest longer just now.
His cheeks blushed, his eyelashes flickered, and feeling embarrassed, he murmured softly, then encouraged himself by nodding vigorously with one hand supporting the man’s shoulder and the other hand reaching down…
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Not long after, Qingyan’s strength was exhausted. He had done his best, and his legs were so sore they were almost numb. At this moment, Qiu Henian leaned over and whispered something in his ear.
Qingyan showed a look of redemption, holding onto the man’s shoulders with both hands, his feet on either side of the man’s thighs, squatting on top. In the stormy passion from below, he trembled like a fragile little boat on the crest of a huge wave.
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When it was almost over, Qingyan could barely squat anymore. His waist was held to the side, and the man whispered hoarsely in his ear, “Be good, hold on a little longer.”
After that, waves of heat surged in.
Qingyan tilted his head back, almost about to fall to the ground, but was embraced by a pair of strong arms around his waist and back.
After everything was over, instead of withdrawing, the man stood up while holding Qingyan in this position. Turning around, he placed Qingyan, facing downwards, onto that small cushion with his feet towards the edge of the bed.
Qingyan’s body still trembled and tingled in waves. Feeling Qiu Henian reaching for a pillow, it was only then that he relaxed. As Qiu Henian withdrew, he placed the pillow under Qingyan’s hips.
Qingyan groaned, his legs felt weak and wanted to close, but they were pushed open by large hands.
Uncomfortably, Qingyan raised his head to see the man looking closely at that area. Qingyan blushed and struggled, but was stopped by the man, who said, “Don’t move!”
Qingyan could only endure until after a while, the man lifted his head and removed the pillow.
Qingyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, curled up his body, and crawled into the blanket.
Qiu Henian didn’t rest with him but put on a shirt and went to the outer room.
Qingyan was too tired, listening with closed eyes to his movements; it looks as if he was making a fire. Gradually, he fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he didn’t know what time it was, but it was already pitch black outside.
Qiu Henian came in from the outside, carrying a large bowl in his hand. Seeing Qingyan awake, he placed the bowl on the table, sat on the edge of the bed, and slid his fingers over Qingyan’s cheek, asking, “Are you hungry?”
Qingyan smelled the aroma of food. He wasn’t very hungry, but still wanted to eat a little. Qiu Henian brought the bowl over and let Qingyan lean against the head of the bed.
Qingyan looked into the bowl and saw mashed potatoes with carrots, minced fish, and ham, probably with cooked peanut oil added. It smelled delicious and wouldn’t make him too full, suitable for a late-night snack.
Qiu Henian fed him spoonful by spoonful until Qingyan shook his head, refusing to eat more. The man finished the rest by himself, then brought warm water. They both rinsed their mouths and drank some hot water.
Qiu Henian put the cup back and returned to bed.
Qingyan thought he was going to sleep, so he shifted inside, but Qiu Henian grabbed his waist and pulled him to the edge of the bed.
The shirt was thrown aside, and Qingyan lay back on the bed, his face flushed, almost hitting the edge of the bed, then pulled back.
Qiu Henian moved while looking down, his eyes on the lamp too close on the nearby table, shining brightly. Qingyan felt embarrassed and covered his face, but was soft and allowed the actions.
They had been married for two years, and he had long discovered the man’s preferences in this regard. This face-to-face position was the most frequent. While the other appeared calm, with lowered eyes and silent, Qingyan knew what the man was looking at…
This time, it wasn’t until the end that Qingyan was lifted up, sitting on top, completing the final step.
Afterwards, he was propped up with a pillow again, which was removed after a long time.
His body was wiped clean one by one, the small cushion was also removed, and Qingyan’s eyelids could no longer support themselves, exhausted to the extreme, and fell asleep, hugging the blanket.
Spoiler for the Next Chapter:
Qiu Henian lowered his head to kiss his eyebrows and eyes, his voice hoarse, “I know you’re in pain, I’ll be gentle.”
