Transmigrating to Female Supremacy: Husbands, Don’t Be Too Outrageous

"Yu Qing?"

Ji Zhen was caught off guard and fell to the ground, terrified.

Zhao Youqing bit her sensitive earlobe hard, and the pain made Ji Zhen angry. She said coldly:

"Are you born in the Year of the Dog? You were the one who made the choice, so why are you biting me now? Have you changed your mind and decided to be with me only?"

Zhao Youqing was so excited by Ji Zhen that his eyes turned red. He turned Ji Zhen over, pressed her shoulders, stared into her eyes, and said stubbornly:

"I have never changed. I said that I want you to be by my side and go back to Yan State with me."

"People can't be so greedy." Ji Zhen looked at Zhao Youqing quietly, as if he was an outsider.

Zhao Youqing was aroused by her gaze, and his eyes darkened. He fetched a rope from somewhere, pulled Ji Zhen's hands over her head, dragged her to the bed, and tied her directly to the bedpost.

Ji Zhen was completely stunned, watching in disbelief as Zhao Youqing madly opened the bottle of Yantouchun she brought over, took a sip, then lowered his head, leaned over, and passed it to her in small sips.

One bite, two bites.

"They say this is called the wedding wine. The couple should drink it together on their wedding night, so that they can share weal and woe and never separate."

Zhao Youqing whispered softly in Ji Zhen's ear, then tilted his head back to gulp down the wine, drank half, and passed the other half into Ji Zhen's mouth.

The spicy wine exploded on the tip of her tongue, making Ji Zhen unable to help but hook up her tongue to lick it, but this attracted Zhao Youqing's attack to pry open her lips and teeth, and entangled with her repeatedly.

The scent of Yan Touchun lingered at the tip of her nose, overlapping her scent with his. Zhao Youqing skilfully swept across Ji Zhen's mouth, licking her sensitive palate, kissing Ji Zhen so that she whimpered unbearably and her breathing became increasingly disordered.

Only when she was almost suffocated did Zhao Youqing reluctantly let her go.

Ji Zhen half-opened her eyes in a daze, watching Zhao Youqing take a pair of scissors from the table, carefully cut off a strand of her long hair, and then cut off a strand of his own. Then he tied the two strands of hair together with red silk thread and put them in a small box.

"You...what are you doing?" Ji Zhen's voice was a little hoarse.

"We are married and have no doubts about our love for each other. Zhenzhen, from now on, we are husband and wife!"

Zhao Youqing's eyes were bright, and he threw himself on Ji Zhen again, his breath blowing past her ears, and his hot kisses fell along her neck all the way to her chest. He licked and kissed Ji Zhen's collarbone like grinding his teeth, arousing an unbearable itch, causing Ji Zhen to cry out softly:

"Don't be like this, Yuqing."

"What kind?"

Zhao Youqing raised his head, glanced at Ji Zhen innocently, then lowered his head and bit her collarbone hard, saying:

"Is that so?"

Then, he licked the tooth marks that almost drew blood with pity, looked at Ji Zhen and asked with a smile:

"Is this still the case?"

"You...have become a bad person!"

Ji Zhen's face turned red. A rope could not do anything to her. Her dantian was full and her internal strength was strong. She could break free by using only 30% of her true strength.

But she didn't know what was wrong with her now. Whenever she saw the redness in Zhao Youqing's eyes, she couldn't bear to use force on him or hurt him in the slightest.

She probably really did... owe him something in her previous life.

Ji Zhen turned her head away, her face red as if she was almost cooked, but Zhao Youqing just didn't want to let her go.

He untied the rope tied around her hands, held her fingers in his mouth, and kissed them one by one. Ji Zhen felt a tingling sensation, and just as she was about to pull her hand back, Zhao Youqing suddenly bit her index finger hard, and her hand was bleeding.

Ji Zhen cried out in pain, but saw Zhao Youqing rip off her wedding dress, revealing her smooth upper body. He took Ji Zhen's hand and smeared the blood on his left shoulder.

Soon, a gorgeous rose bloomed on Zhao Youqing's left shoulder, stunning Ji Zhen.

"Do you like it? Zhenzhen, this is the rose I tattooed for you, your favorite rose. In its core is your family crest and your name. Now it is irrigated with your blood, and it will not disappear until I die. Do you like it?"

There was a strange light flashing in Zhao Youqing's eyes. He stared at Ji Zhen and painted the bright red rose over and over again with her blood.

"You are...crazy."

Ji Zhen was speechless. Her hand was clearly bitten by him and it hurt, but a part of her heart was so soft at this moment. She stretched out her other hand, gently stroked his picturesque eyebrows, and whispered distressedly:

"Why are you so stupid? Why did you and I end up like this..."

Zhao Youqing obediently put his face into Ji Zhen's hands, letting her touch his eyebrows, lips, and throat. After a while, as if he was not satisfied, he hugged Ji Zhen and sat her on his thighs, pressed her head to his left shoulder, and begged:

"Zhenzhen, bite me. I want something from you."

"Yu Qing..."

Ji Zhen felt a sour feeling in his heart and his nose was filled with the smell of blood.

"Give it to me, Zhenzhen."

Zhao Youqing begged in her ear in a coaxing manner. Ji Zhen's eyes became hot, and she bit Zhao Youqing's shoulder fiercely. The faint taste of rust entered her mouth, and Zhao Youqing took a breath of cold air and hugged the person in her arms tightly.

A tear rolled down Zhao Youqing's shoulder. A thrill of excitement instantly spread throughout his body. Zhao Youqing lifted Ji Zhen's head, called out softly, kissed her, and lingered with her.

The night is still long, the bright moon hides in the dark clouds, ashamed to see the beauty in the room.

When the sky was getting light, Ji Zhen climbed over the wall and returned to the palace. She slipped into the bathroom with weak hands and legs, took a shower like a thief, and finally changed back to a fresh body. But as soon as she walked out of the bathroom door, she ran into Wen Daoxing who was like a door god, and she was so scared that her heart almost jumped out.

"Mr. Daoxing! Why are you here? You scared me to death!"

Ji Zhen patted his chest to calm himself down.

Wen Daoxing's eyes lightly swept over the faint marks on Ji Zhen's neck, raised his eyebrows, and said calmly:

"I'm waiting for His Highness. His Highness is in his own house. Why would he be so scared?"

"You, wait for me?" Ji Zhen looked at the sky which was just turning pale and asked uncertainly, "You are waiting for me at this time. Have you not slept all night?"

Wen Daoxing nodded as a matter of course and said:

"Your Highness did not return home all night, nor did he send anyone to inform me of his whereabouts. I have been unable to sleep or eat well."

Ji Zhen shook her wet hair and muttered:

"Where can I go? I'm just next door..."

Ji Zhen's face suddenly turned red when she was talking. She felt that she was not thick-skinned enough to discuss with her housekeeper which bed she had slept in last night.

Seeing Ji Zhen's suddenly flushed face, a dark light flashed across Wen Daoxing's eyes, but he couldn't bear to see Ji Zhen standing there with wet hair. He sighed and said to Ji Zhen helplessly:

"Your Highness, please fumigate your hair first, so you don't catch a cold."

"Oh." Ji Zhen blushed and nodded.

In the dormitory, Ji Zhen rested her head on Wen Daoxing's legs as before, letting him dry her hair. His fingers were soft and powerful, pressing gently on Ji Zhen's head, making her feel so comfortable that she almost fell asleep.

At this moment, Wen Daoxing suddenly asked Ji Zhen:

"Your Highness, would you like to drink contraceptive soup?"