Thirteenth Lady's Comback: Her Everyday Life as a Bystander-Chapter 243 - 18: Pocket

Susu and her group didn’t return to the inn until they had dinner outside and strolled through the evening market.

The escorts and a few other soldiers, who had another task, looked at the other soldiers acting as bodyguards with a "life has no more love left" expression. After understanding the situation, they chuckled and said, "Serves you right; that’s what you get for bullying the weak with your strength—this is karma!"

Susu had never had such an experience shopping in either Yangzhou or the Capital. With Hong Sheng by her side, she didn’t have to worry about roadblockers; wrapped up tightly, she didn’t care about others’ looks; she had silver in her hands and didn’t have to worry if there’s food tomorrow.

Just like this, happily and simply buying whatever she wanted, she ended up with a box full of all sorts of odds and ends that she herself knew had little use.

For the first time, Susu felt that marriage was quite nice, having someone to rely on was indeed great.

So that night, Susu rarely wanted to reward her man since they had been eating and sleeping in the open air throughout the journey; not only was it tiring, but they also sometimes camped in the wild. It’s quite a pity that they were newlyweds and had been sleeping purely under the covers for nearly half a month.

Susu took a bath, applied her homemade rose body lotion, and after the maids had all left, she changed into a light gauze nightdress with tiny embroidered roses in rain-cleared blue and gold thread.

Hong Sheng had been dragged away by his brothers to discuss the matter of whether "conscience would hurt," and it seemed he wouldn’t be back for a while.

Susu couldn’t just do nothing and wait for him in bed, so she picked up a travelogue she was halfway through and started reading it with great interest, temporarily forgetting about Hong Sheng.

(Hong Sheng: Lord Ah Biao, doesn’t your conscience ever hurt? Ah Biao: Of course... it doesn’t!)

So when Hong Sheng pushed open the door, he saw his wife half-lying on the bed, her delicate figure faintly visible under the light gauze.

Hong Sheng’s mind went blank in an instant, yet he reflexively shut the door quickly, then covered his nose, foolishly smiling and dazed.

When Susu heard the door open, she lifted her head from the book, only to see Hong Sheng acting goofy, which was really unbearable to watch.

"What are you doing?" Susu was a bit speechless; they were a proper married couple, yet Hong Sheng’s actions seemed so indecent.

Hong Sheng touched his nose, thinking he was so hopeless, then coughed, "Wife, why are you dressed like this? What if someone else walked in?"

Hong Sheng, at the thought of others seeing Susu like this... spat, spat, scolded himself in his mind for having such nonsensical thoughts.

Susu snapped, "Who else could come in without knocking? Even the maids know not to disturb me without my call."

Susu got up, put on a casual front-buttoned shirt, frustratingly thinking it was all her own wishful thinking, "Sleep, let’s sleep!"

But with just that movement, Hong Sheng saw even more clearly the light gauze nightdress she was wearing.

If earlier he was having a nosebleed, now he was about to spray it everywhere.

As people often say, "A foolish boy sleeps on a cold bed, purely relying on his fiery vigor."

Hong Sheng was at the age of young fiery vigor—a whole night seven times might be exaggerated, but two or three times was no problem.

But ever since getting married, including the wedding night, he hadn’t enjoyed the feast more than five times.

Originally craving so much that he took cold showers in the middle of the night, seeing Susu dressed like this now, if he could still endure, then he wasn’t a man, he was a Ninja Turtle.

Hong Sheng, not caring about Susu’s frustration, pulled her onto the bed, "Sleep, let’s sleep, good wife, let hubby help you change."

Susu was pressed onto the bed by Hong Sheng, not even having had the chance to get angry before the outer garment she had just put on was removed by Hong Sheng. And before she could react, with a tug and a pull, the newly made nightdress she wore for the first time on their marriage went to pieces, thrown under the bed.

Susu, who was not one to get angry easily, truly exploded at this moment; that was her favorite nightdress, not only made of priceless gauze and gold thread, but it was also handmade by herself.

"Hong Sheng, you!" said Susu as she twisted and rolled over onto Hong Sheng.

Yet having shed the light gauze, the lingerie she was wearing was even more tempting.

The red lingerie was bought before the wedding, costing fifty taels of silver, enough to build a courtyard in the countryside.

No wonder they say money from women and children is the easiest to earn.

Of course, talking money at this moment would be tacky.

Hong Sheng at this point, couldn’t care about the nosebleed; even if it meant bleeding to death, he wouldn’t stop exploring some marital philosophy with his wife.

As the saying goes, "Better die under the peony than live without love."

In her past life, Susu had seen pigs running but had never really tasted their meat.

Now held by Hong Sheng, not able to move down or escape, she blushed in a rosy hue, feeling as if her face would burst into flames.

Especially when Hong Sheng, with a grab, tore her mostly fabric-less lingerie. Susu didn’t even have the heart to regret the silver spent (Hong Sheng: That silver was truly worth it).

Just as it was about to get serious, Susu remembered something and had to call a halt.

"Stop, stop, stop, let’s say it thrice, important things must be repeated three times."

Hong Sheng was holding back with red-rimmed eyes, and hearing this, he almost spat blood; at such a critical moment, what the heck was his wife talking about?

Hong Sheng cherished Susu dearly, afraid she’d slip or melt away; even at this moment, hearing Susu say stop, his formidable willpower forced him to pause, sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Seeing this, Susu felt quite sorry and said, "Give me the pocket from under the pillow!"

Hong Sheng wondered what pocket could be needed at such a time, was there some "little game" involved?

Stop, stop, can’t think anymore; otherwise, he’d really bleed to death.

Hong Sheng retrieved a plain light blue pocket from under the pillow and handed it to Susu. He watched as Susu took out a bean-sized aroma pill and inserted it into her belly button.

When the aroma pill made contact with her skin, the warmth quickly released an intoxicating fragrance. Susu’s cheeks flushed even deeper, and Hong Sheng felt as though his body was about to explode. Before he could ask more, Susu had already melted into Hong Sheng’s arms like water.

With beloved ones, engage in joyous deeds, whether it’s fate or destiny!