After the birth of a woman, the whole family depends on me to bring honor to the family

Hua Rong was happy and drank a lot of wine, but her mind was exceptionally clear. For someone like her who was very powerful, it was very difficult to get drunk.

She pushed the door open shakily, walked towards Song Jing with steady steps, and pulled the veil over her head with her hand.

A beautiful face was looking at her, with pink lips and big almond eyes, all of which fascinated her and drove her crazy.

"My dear, let's drink!"

She pulled Song Jing up, took the wine that had been poured long ago, and started drinking with Song Jing.

As the temperature rose, Song Jing felt hot all over and she could hardly stand. Hua Rong looked at her with a fiery gaze as she removed Song Jing's makeup step by step.

Song Jing felt as if her fingertips were on fire. Every time she pulled her fingertips over his body, she would deliberately increase the force and stare at his face intently.

Song Jing felt weak all over. Hua Rong took off her clothes one by one. When she was left with only her underwear, Song Jing resisted a little.

"You...you...you have no shame."

"Oh, my dear, where is my shamelessness? Is it this, or this, or here?"

Huarong let his hand touch her face, with only intense lust in her eyes.

She turned over, and her 183cm tall figure lay on top of Song Jing, with an intoxicating smile on her enchanting face, and she spoke in a passionate voice.

"Brother Jing, we can't waste this beautiful time. It's time for us to spend our wedding night together. Don't be afraid, my dear. I will be gentle and will make sure you have an unforgettable night."

When Huarong took off the last piece of clothing, Song Jing's face turned red.

Hua Rong guided him down step by step, and finally both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"My dear, are you okay?"

Hua Rong paid much attention to his feelings, but Song Jing's voice really made her feel overwhelmed. "

She kissed Song Jing's lips, leaving only Song Jing's soft sobs...

The red candles flickered, the curtains on the bed swayed, and the hanging gems made a clinking sound.

The curtain reflected the two people hugging each other.

The bed shook slightly, swaying gently at first, and then shaking violently.

The moonlight outside the window hid in the clouds. In the corner, Hua Da and Hua Er stood stiffly. Their acupoints had been pressed. This was the punishment for eavesdropping.

Song Yu felt guilty tonight and did not disturb her second brother. Instead, she looked at the round moon in the sky. She could not remember her former family, the world without grass and flowers, and whether she was the Song Yu of the last days or the Song Yu of the present.

After a night, Huarong got out of bed feeling refreshed. Looking at Jing'er, whose body was covered with marks left by her, she felt extremely satisfied.

After gently kissing Song Jing on the forehead, she carefully closed the door. Now she had to take stock of the accounts in this scene, and then wait for the Song family to build the ancestral tomb before returning to Changshu County together.

After she left, Song Jing suddenly opened her eyes. Not only did she feel sore all over, but she also felt a pain in that place. She sat up with a blushing face.

Then, as if he thought of something, he lifted the quilt and saw a red bloodstain on the white cloth.

He put it away carefully. This thing must be preserved well. It was the most precious thing between him and Huarong.

Song Jing's fair back was covered with red marks. He trembled as he put on his clothes. When he stood up, his legs and feet were weak. He held onto the bed and slowly sat down.

He touched his belly. He didn't take any precautions last night, so he didn't know if he could get pregnant. He smiled slightly, thinking that he was too serious. How could he get pregnant overnight? He sighed helplessly.

"My Lord, are you awake?"

The voice of the male slave outside the door was heard. Song Jing was quite shy, but still spoke.

"I'm awake, come in!"

The male slave gently pushed the door open, washed his hands, and served Song Jing.

Although he was a little uncomfortable, Song Jing remained calm. His composure impressed the male slaves.

"My Lord, would you like to eat?"

As soon as the male slave asked, Song Jing's stomach rumbled. His face turned slightly red and he nodded.

"Yes."

Then the male slave went to get him food.

He was a little uncomfortable with being served, but Song Jing knew that he had to get used to it, because he couldn't be completely clueless in the future.

After the meal, he planned to go out for a walk, but his legs were so weak that he had no choice but to sit in the garden of Huadu Mansion to admire the flowers.

Peach blossoms are flying everywhere, and the few peach trees in the yard are almost bare. Whenever the wind blows, the flowers will fall down, and the flower house is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Song Jing relaxed for a moment and fell asleep again without realizing it.

When he woke up, he sat up on the big bed with some panic. After looking at Huarong's sleeping face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Huarong was really pretty, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was the most attractive. Song Jing reached out and touched the small mole, her heart beating fast.

"My dear, are you thinking about this again?"

Hua Rong suddenly opened her eyes, held his little hand, and looked at his ears turning red, which was so cute that she couldn't help teasing him.

"If you want to, it's okay. Just call me madam and I'll give it to you as my wife. How about that?"

Hearing her shameless words, Song Jing was extremely angry, then glared at her with shame and anger, and said in a delicate voice.

"Sister Rong, you are so bad."

The name "Sister Rong" directly moved Hua Rong.

Her eyes dimmed and she swallowed. What a vixen, she was seduced to the point of losing her soul.

She picked up Song Jing with a smile on her face. She wanted to spare this little devil, but he was being naughty, so don't blame her.

"Brother Jing, are you still in pain?"

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, then she realized what she was asking, blushed, and spoke softly.

"No...it doesn't hurt much anymore."

Huarong licked her lips and spoke in his ear.

"Then let's do something different tonight."

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In the past few days, everyone in the Hua Mansion has been hiding outside the young lady's door and peeking in. My goodness, she hasn't gone out for three days, and the food is delivered to her. Is she trying to kill herself?

Hua Da and Hua Er were guarding the outer gate miserably, not letting anyone in to disturb them.

Hua Er was fine, she didn't lose her virginity, but Hua Da was not so lucky. She was feeling very anxious and now she especially missed Xiao Taohong from Chunfeng Tower.

Seeing her face full of pimples, Hua Er laughed at her mercilessly.

"Hua Da, what did you eat? Look at you, your face is full of pimples, it's so damn ugly, hahaha! If you get more pimples, you'll look like a toad."

Hua Da rolled his eyes at her and said through gritted teeth.

"You know nothing. You've never tasted a man, so you don't know how to smile."

Did she get a sore throat from eating something?

She was thinking about what a man was thinking about. She was feeling irritated and she just needed to vent it out.

Hua Er’s body stiffened. Damn it, he just knew how to pick on her sore spots. Didn’t he know that she was not capable of this?