Wen Jian lasted an unusually long time before he ejaculated. His hands slid up from her lower abdomen, grasping and kneading her breasts. Ji Sang’s body trembled and quivered from the stimulation inside her passage, biting her lip and tilting her head back, arching her back into a slight crescent shape. Her breasts unconsciously pressed against the man’s large palms.

His palms seemed rougher than before, causing itchiness and pain while kneading her breasts. His fingertips pinched and tugged at her nipples, making her writhe with pleasure. Her waist and abdomen trembled, and she leaned against the man’s shoulder, almost breathless. Finally taking a breath, her moans were filled with tears…

“Uh, uh, uh…”

He made her cry with his ejaculation.

Following closely behind was an unexpected orgasm. Her tight passage contracted frantically, squeezing the massive object inside her. Wen Jian’s muscles tensed all over his body. Even after ejaculating, his organ continued to thrust relentlessly inside her, disregarding her squirting. It went deep and shallow, reaching the deepest point with each thrust. Ji Sang could hardly maintain her balance, her entire body leaning against the wall, with fluids sliding down Wen Jian’s thighs, forming an instant water mark on the bedsheet…

“Ah… Ah, ah… Slow down… Uh, uh, uh… I can’t take it… Stop…”

She felt like she was about to die, shaking her head and crying out.

Her mind went blank, her body feeling weak and powerless. Her consciousness was scattered by the thrusts, and all her senses became extremely sensitive. The pleasure was deep and intense, and in no time her body trembled and squirted again…

Wen Jian felt the wetness and tightness. He pulled back his body, removing his organ, and a pool of fluids mixed with semen leaked out. Ji Sang lost her support and her body slid down weakly.

Wen Jian laid her flat on the bed.

Ji Sang had multiple orgasms, sweat covering her body. Her eyes looked blankly upward, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her nose turned bright red.

A light chuckle escaped from Wen Jian’s throat as he wiped away her tears with his palm. After wiping them away, he lowered his head and pecked her red lips. He held her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Looking downward, his swollen organ exposed its frothy entrance. He grasped his organ, aimed the glans at the opening, and thrust his waist down, inserting it.

Ji Sang, still recovering from the lingering pleasure of her orgasm, cried out with her face turned upward, “Ah… Uh… Husband… Stop…”

The man began to thrust forcefully once he entered, with one hand reaching their point of connection. His fingertip kneaded the swollen pearl of flesh and then explored the opening. As he touched a semi-hard mass, he continued thrusting mercilessly with his organ while vigorously rubbing that sensitive spot with his fingers.

A terrifying pleasure suddenly struck. Ji Sang’s voice became intermittent, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. “Ah, ah, ah…”

It was too stimulating.

Unbearable.

“Sang’er…” Wen Jian felt his coccyx going numb from the pressure. Sweat dripped down his temples, sliding down his cheeks. Drop by drop, it landed on her fair belly. He buried himself deep within her, breathing heavily to ease the overwhelming pleasure that was about to become uncontrollable. “You must compensate me…”

He changed his finger’s movements from kneading to repeatedly poking and stabbing that sensitive spot. The accumulating pleasure soared higher and higher, and Ji Sang couldn’t bear it. Sobbing, she twisted her waist, wanting to escape, but the man’s other hand held her firmly, subjecting her to the overwhelming pleasure that was about to reach its peak.

“Ah, no… Don’t…”

She screamed, and her body trembled violently as the man thrust relentlessly. Her passage spasmed and contracted, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure…

Fluids wetted the man’s hand.

Wen Jian withdrew his finger, tightly embracing her with his arms. A touch of madness flickered in his deep, ocean-like eyes, and his waist swung even more vigorously.

The sound of “pap, pap, pap” was incessant.

After dozens of thrusts, he deeply penetrated the most hidden crevice, and his glans vigorously ejaculated…

From day to night.

With intermittent breaks, Ji Sang was tossed around several times, so exhausted that she couldn’t even open her eyelids.

Despite having a fever, the man’s eyes were shining brightly, like a spirit that had absorbed the essence of the night forest. He casually put on an outer garment and reached out to pinch Ji Sang’s almost asleep cheek. He kissed the corner of her lips and said, “Don’t sleep, I’ll fetch some water and then you can wash and sleep.”

Ji Sang’s cheek tickled from his pinch, and she weakly pushed his hand away. Her throat was hoarse as she said, “Stop messing around.”

Wen Jian chuckled lightly and went to the neighboring stove.

Aside from being his bodyguard, Xiao Du also took care of his daily needs. When Wen Jian went to the stove, he coincidentally encountered Xiao Du.

Xiao Du was heating water inside the stove.

Seeing Wen Jian enter the stove room, Xiao Du’s face became colorful, mostly from embarrassment. He couldn’t even meet Wen Jian’s gaze.

Wen Jian, on the other hand, was calm and asked, “Xiao Du, why haven’t you gone back yet?”

Xiao Du glanced at him.

Wen Jian took a bucket from the side and lifted the lid to heat water.

Xiao Du hesitated and mentioned another matter, “Master, Miss Li came in the afternoon.”

Wen Jian paused for a moment and asked, “Oh?”

Xiao Du said, “She wanted to enter your room, but I stopped her…”

Wen Jian filled the bucket with water and smiled, “Hmm, Xiao Du, well done.” He sniffed the air and continued, “What’s in that pot?”

Xiao Du was distracted and replied, “It’s rice porridge. The imperial physician said that people with high fever have no appetite, so we made some porridge. Guo Mama made it, and we were waiting for you to wake up and have some… It’s still warm.”

Wen Jian nodded in acknowledgement, then took a large bowl and filled it with rice porridge. He also added some pickled vegetables he made himself. With one hand carrying the bucket of water and the other hand holding the bowl, he turned around and headed towards the door. As he reached the doorway, he glanced at Xiao Du and said, “Oh, by the way, I’m fine now, and there’s no other work here. You should go back and rest earlier.”

Xiao Du hesitated to speak but ultimately only said, “Oh.”

Wen Jian hurriedly returned to his room, oblivious to Xiao Du’s peculiar expression.

Xiao Du watched Wen Jian’s departing figure and muttered to himself, “He fainted from a high fever, and yet… he only comes out of the room when it’s already dark…”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

In the afternoon, Miss Li insisted on entering Lord Wen’s room to take a look, but he blocked her. The stone houses on the hill fort were all crude, and any sound inside could be heard from outside.

The first time Xiao Du heard it, he was about to bring the porridge over, but he was so frightened that he hastily retreated back to the stove.

After Miss Li arrived, he did everything possible to keep her from entering the room and disturbing them. He exhausted himself trying to persuade her, but it was nothing compared to the sounds of the lady’s cries, which seemed both painful and pleasurable…

His face turned red at that moment.

The lord was clearly a weak scholar, so why…

And Miss Li…

Although Miss Li was still an unmarried young lady, being born into a powerful family, she understood matters of love and desire. With just one listen, she knew what was happening…

Her fair face instantly flushed red, her eyes fixedly staring in the direction of the sounds.

Xiao Du’s heart was in his throat. After a while, he reminded, “Miss… Miss Li.”

Li Jiuer suddenly kicked him and stomped her feet before running away in tears…

If Miss Li went to report to her father, Prime Minister Li, it would be a problem. Xiao Du worried about Lord Wen, but it seemed that Lord Wen wasn’t concerned at all.

After sighing, Xiao Du packed up and returned home.

If Lord Wen wasn’t worried, why should he be concerned?

Upon returning to the room, Wen Jian found Ji Sang fast asleep, clearly exhausted. He poured the water into the wooden tub, checked the temperature, and then went to the bed to hold Ji Sang. She was disturbed and mumbled something.

He carefully helped her expel impurities and clean up before changing the bedsheets and placing her back on the bed to sleep.

He wasn’t in a hurry to wash himself. He held her in his arms and gave her water and food.

After completing these tasks, he went to change the hot water in the tub and took a hot bath. Steaming with heat, he climbed into bed and tightly embraced her.

His body was warm, and Ji Sang seemed to have found a source of heat. Her hands and feet lazily rested on him, and her head moved around, seeking the most comfortable position in the hollow of his shoulder.

Her hair was soft and tickled his chin. He couldn’t help but feel immense joy, so he held the back of her head, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead before closing his eyes, falling asleep with their breaths intermingling…