Chapter 287 — Spending the Night Away

Dou Yan once again felt she had been oversuspicious.

The two supped in silence. Song Yan went to the study, summoned Lu Ming, shut the door, and played a few games of weiqi; seeing that the hour had grown late, he returned to the inner chamber.

Dou Yan had already tidied the inner chamber anew. On the kang table stood a newly added flower vessel holding several sprays of chrysanthemum, and at once the room took on a feeling of warmth.

Marriage truly did make a difference.

Song Yan, [TN: source text "宋澹"] waited while Dou Yan attended him through washing and dressing, and the two went to bed.

Dou Yan asked him how the business had gone.

"The necessary instructions have been passed down," Song Yan said. "There should be no great slip-up."

Since he was employing the people from the estate, there were bound to be many things that could not bear the light of day. Naturally Dou Yan did not press for details.

Song Sui grumbled, "We had best sleep back to back after all—lying on our sides face to face like this, cold wind seeps into the quilt."

What month was it, that cold wind should already be seeping into the quilt...

But every person had their own habits. They had only just married, and it would take time for them to rub along together.

Dou Yan turned over as he asked.

The green Song Yan. His back was not especially broad, yet lean and strong, warm, and he did not toss about; leaning against him felt rather good.

Dou Yan closed her eyes and soon grew drowsy.

Behind her, Song Sui turned over.

Dou Yan landed in Song Zhi's [TN: source text "宋之"] embrace.

"Who sleeps back to back," he muttered under his breath, gathering Dou Yan into his arms. "This feels much better." Then he nuzzled against her, as though he had found a comfortable position, and fell still.

Dou Yan was both cross and amused.

But Song Zhi's hand had slipped inside her bodice...

"Song Yantang!" Dou Yan scolded. She seized his stirring hand, meaning to stop him.

How had she believed Song Yan so easily?

"Shouyuan, you are so big there, fragrant and soft—one hand cannot cover it... I like it so much..." he whispered at her ear.

Was that any way for a man to speak?

Dou Zhiwei's face burned hot.

Then she felt the change in Song Yan's body.

She went rigid at once.

"How can you go back on your word!"

The passion past, her body ached a little now.

"I know your frame has not yet recovered," Song Yan said, softly kissing her earlobe. "I only want to hold you... do not move about..."

How scorching he was—in this life, perhaps only she knew.

She truly did not dare move.

And Song Yan indeed made no further move.

Dou Zhiwei's body slowly relaxed.

Song Yan felt her softness and was greatly delighted.

He had indeed made no further move on Dou Zhiwei's feelings, but the body has its own mind.

If Ruoruo and Dou Chu had been stiff as stone, how could he have borne to go on?

Had she not said that two people together ought to make each other comfortable?

He wanted them to be together happily, joyfully.

Song Yan kissed Dou Zhiwei's earlobe, her neck, her shoulder, and even lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips...

That sense of being cherished and treasured made Dou Yan relax completely.

By the time Song Yan once again roamed freely where she liked it, Dou Yan no longer had much resistance left. Of course, this had a great deal to do with Song Yan making no further advances.

Song Yan smiled slyly.

Slowly does it—they still had decades of good years ahead...

Song Yan thought, breathing in the fragrance of Dou Yan, feeling the fineness and softness of her skin, and his heart gradually eased as he drifted into sleep.

Waking the next morning, Dou Yan found that she and Song Ji lay close together like two spoons.

Song Zhi's hand still stubbornly cupped the fullness of her breast.

Dou Chiyou laughed despite himself.

Though there had been interruptions along the way, Song Zhi truly had not touched her.

He had kept his promise to her.

And that was what she valued most.

Dou Yan was in excellent spirits.

She called out loudly to Song Yan: "Time to get up! We are going back to the Yingzhenguo Estate."

At the hour of Sizheng, two carriages flew out from the Daxing Farm.

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