After Transmigrating Into the Book, Prime Minister Made My Legs Weak

Chapter 38

Ji Sang’s gesturing finger was held by the man. Her small hand was particularly soft, and his long fingers slipped through the gaps between her fingers, tightly clasping them against the door panel, as his thin lips pressed down once again.

Her entire chest was filled with the phrase “more than just a little bit.” It felt like tasting fresh loquats in the courtyard on a late autumn day—sweet but not cloying, tender and juicy, exploding with flavor, seeping into her heart.

Wen Jian delicately traced her lips, tenderly kissing her several times. Opening his eyes, filled with desire, he let out a husky voice that seemed to resonate from deep within his chest. “Sang Sang, I missed you too.”

“More than just a little bit.”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his face, his breath heavy and coarse as he kissed her again, with an overwhelming force.

His palm held her hand, which was placed on his broad shoulder. His agile fingers unbuttoned her outer garment and undergarments, revealing a pale pink bralette underneath. Her breasts were large and firm, causing the bralette to rise up high.

His brows furrowed.

With a slightly rough tug, the strap hanging around her neck pitifully fell, and the thin bralette dangled slantedly around her waist. The two soft mounds instantly leaped into the man’s dim view.

Wen Jian lowered his head to lick, biting into the plump flesh of her breasts. When he licked and teased her erect nipples, he purposefully pursed his lips and tugged, almost shaping them like a cone before abruptly releasing, causing her breasts to bounce back to their original state, creating a beautiful ripple in the air. He didn’t neglect the other breast either; his rough palm firmly grasped and kneaded it, the soft flesh spilling out between his fingers, while his palm continuously caressed the nipple.

An indescribable tickling sensation instantly invaded Ji Sang’s nerves. Her legs grew weak, and she tilted her face upwards, emitting an unbearable gasp from her throat. Her entire back pressed tightly against the door panel, and she clung tightly to the man’s neck to prevent herself from slipping down...

Her two breasts were soon licked until they were wet. Ji Sang’s face flushed, and the pleasure made her eyes hazy. Her alluring and moist red lips slightly parted, her body becoming incredibly sensitive after experiencing waves of pleasure. Even with her legs tightly closed, she couldn’t prevent the slow trickle of desire that flowed out...

Hot and burning.

Drip by drip, it flowed onto her underwear.

The man suddenly stood upright, casting a shadow that resembled a towering beast. His scorching gaze focused on her face, now filled with desire.

A trace of clarity flashed in Ji Sang’s blurred eyes, and her alluring and moist red lips slightly parted. “...Husband, what are you doing?”

Then she saw the towering beast lower its body, its gaze always locked with hers, until it crouched down. His fingers touched her waist, as if unwrapping a long-awaited gift. Inevitably, his fingertips came into contact with her slender waist. Ji Sang’s legs trembled, realizing what he might do next, and the fluid in her core flowed even more eagerly...

The raging desire was ignited, and it seemed like every drop of blood in her body was boiling...

His rough fingertips slipped into the space between her legs, lightly caressing, causing Ji Sang’s legs to tremble so much that she could barely stand. Her tender little core seemed even more excited than she was, eagerly sucking on the man’s fingers.

“Sang’er, so naughty.”

Feeling embarrassed, Ji Sang lifted her leg, intending to kick him, but the man firmly held onto her small foot.

Her small foot had smooth and fair skin, feeling wonderful in his hand. It was soft and smooth, with beautiful round toes and delicate pink nails that matched perfectly with his large palm.

“Wen Jian! You’re the naughty one!”

Her voice was tinged with desire, and although her coquettish tone lacked any deterrent power, it instead carried a hint of innocence, making Wen Jian’s ears tingle.@@@@

“Fine, I’m naughty...”

Ji Sang: “You...”

Then she saw him devoutly kissing the top of her foot, his large hand gripping one of her pant legs and completely removing it. Her small foot rested on his thigh as he knelt on the ground, and then a finger plunged into her entrance, which was already wet and ready. Before she could say anything, he leaned in, his mouth enveloping her entire mound.

Her intimate area was beautifully shaped, like a freshly baked juicy steamed bun.

He sucked forcefully, and the air filled with the sound of lustful slurping.

“Ah... Ah... Ah...”

Ji Sang’s face tilted back as she gasped for breath, her whole body trembling. Her hands involuntarily plunged into his hair, and her voice was filled with helplessness.

“Wen Jian...”

His rough tongue licked up from the bottom of her tender core to the very top, tasting the salty and tangy nectar as it wrapped around and teased her sensitive areas.

Ji Sang’s scalp tingled from the licking, and her legs could barely support her. Her entire back pressed tightly against the door, seeking support. The tingling sensation spread like an electric current from her core to every part of her body. Unable to withstand it, she raised herself on tiptoes, reaching out to push his head away, trying to evade this repetitive assault. “Ah... Ah... My husband, don’t do this... Ah... Ah...”

Unable to bear it.

Too intense.

As Ji Sang tried to move away, Wen Jian unexpectedly placed her legs on his shoulders. Ji Sang had been relying on one foot for support, but now both legs were resting on the man’s shoulders. With no support for her body, there was no way to hide. Her legs spread apart, allowing the man to ravish her with his tongue...

His strong tongue curled around her plump petals, licking, nibbling, and sucking. Her swollen pearl had already been licked to fullness, and it continuously secreted more and more juices. The more she flowed, the more he consumed.

“Ah... Ah... Ah... Husband... Stop... Please... I beg you...”

This repeated stimulation didn’t last long. Ji Sang’s lower abdomen suddenly trembled, and her tender core spasmed, releasing a wave of fluid. But Wen Jian didn’t stop; instead, he inserted a finger into her tightly clenched passage, rubbing against that semi-erect flesh, pressing and kneading it relentlessly. The fluids coated the entire petals, making them wet, soft, and slippery. He slid back and forth, simultaneously teasing that trembling clitoris...

Wen Jian finished ejaculating but remained inside her. He pressed his body against hers, his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear as he kissed the corner of her lips. Seeing her in tears, he felt a faint smile welling up in his chest. “Did you enjoy it?”

Ji Sang sucked in her nose and remained silent, only recovering from the lingering sensation of climax after a while.

Wen Jian licked and kissed her earlobe, his scorching breath brushing against her ear. “During the exams, when I sat at my desk every morning... I felt so uncomfortable down there, longing to be inside you.”

“Let’s do it a few more times and make up for what we missed.”

“No...” Ji Sang began to protest, but the man silenced her with a kiss, disregarding her refusal.

The night was long.

Ji Sang lost count of how many times she climaxed, and it wasn’t until dawn that the man cleaned her body. Before going to sleep, she mentioned feeling thirsty, and the man went outside to get some water from the shop. He noticed hot water in the backyard kitchen and took the trouble to fetch a wooden bucket, filling it with water and bringing it back to the room. He fed her water and took a bath before finally embracing her and getting into bed for a while.

Ji Sang almost immediately fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.

In the dim light, Wen Jian looked at Ji Sang with a satisfied expression, hardly sleeping at all.

When the rooster crowed, he got up, put on his outer clothes, and went outside for a while...

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In her dream, Ji Sang felt a movement. Her eyelids were too heavy to open, and she couldn’t bring herself to do so. She only sensed that she seemed to have been carried from one warm embrace to another, like being transferred from one cozy blanket to another. She turned over and fell back asleep.

When she woke up, it was already afternoon. The morning sunlight streamed through the cracks of the carriage shed, and a gentle breeze swayed the curtains. She felt the movement, and the sound of wheels turning echoed in her ears.

The front curtain was lifted.

The man sat sideways at the front of the carriage, his back facing the light. Ji Sang couldn’t see his expression clearly, but she heard him gently say, “Awake?”

“You must be hungry.”

“Mm...” She was famished, her stomach growling.

As if performing a magic trick, the man retrieved something wrapped in oiled paper from his chest. “It’s still warm. Have something to fill your stomach first.”

“What is it?” Her voice was hoarse and her throat still ached. During their last encounter, he had thrust into her so deeply that each time it reached her throat.

“Steamed buns.” A curve formed at the corner of his lips as he said “steamed buns,” and there was a hint of something else in his eyes as he glanced at her chest.

Ji Sang blushed involuntarily when she understood his implication. “Did you eat it?” She didn’t dare to ask that question, afraid he would respond with an inappropriate remark.

She reached out to take it.

Seeing her fair little hand receive the item, Wen Jian then pulled out another package from his chest. “After finishing that, have some of this, sweet little mouth.”

Ji Sang’s expression froze slightly.

After handing her the items, Wen Jian lowered the curtain and focused on driving the ox cart.

Ji Sang was extremely hungry, so she grabbed the steamed bun and started biting into it. After eating half of it, she opened the other package and, upon seeing its contents, her dark eyes instantly lit up.

The entire package was filled with preserved fruits and dried nuts.

Suddenly, she remembered what he had said, “They don’t taste good at all.”

In Ji Sang’s heart, it felt as if she had been fed candy, sweetness permeating her bloodstream...

This man...

Is he really...

After finishing the bun, she picked up a preserved fruit and put it in her mouth. As she took small bites, the sour and sweet flavor spread in her mouth. In reality, the craftsmanship of ancient times wasn’t that great. For example, the candied citrus was both sour and sweet, probably due to the natural acidity of the fruit. Ji Sang’s eyebrows furrowed as she ate it.

Wen Jian stopped the ox cart in a certain place, entered the carriage shed, and saw her eating the preserved fruits. He casually asked, “Is it delicious?”

Just as Ji Sang was about to pick one up to give to him, she saw his face approaching hers.

“I want to taste it.”

“Mmm...”

His lips were moist, and his tongue entered her mouth, gently exploring and kissing her. Then he released her mouth, as if he had truly savored the taste, and said, “Mmm, delicious.”

Ji Sang blushed and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “It’s actually quite sour.”

He pretended to be surprised and said, “Really? But your mouth tastes so sweet.”

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