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

Chapter 21

The afternoon sun was still hot, and the bedsheets hung in the yard had already dried. After finishing her meal, Ji Sang put away the bedsheets and tidied up the room quickly while Wen Li went out and washed the dishes. Just as Ji Sang finished her work, she heard some commotion from the yard.

Looking out through the window, Ji Sang saw Wen Jian returning with a bundle of bamboo on his shoulder.

After working for half a day, the man was covered in sweat. The front of his open short robe revealed a large area of honey-colored skin, with sweat slowly trickling down along his muscles, exuding a wild and sexy aura. As he entered the yard, his dark eyes swept around before finally fixing on the window of the house, coincidentally meeting Ji Sang’s gaze.

When he saw Ji Sang sneakily watching him, a faint smile appeared on his thin lips. The light in his black eyes became even more mesmerizing, like fragmented moonlight pouring over the surging sea.

Ji Sang’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, feeling flustered, and quickly averted her gaze. Her face inexplicably flushed, making her look like a child caught red-handed for doing something naughty. After a moment, she felt annoyed with herself for hiding. What was she hiding from?!

While she was still feeling annoyed, there was movement at the door.

“Sang Sang, I’m back.”

Ji Sang pretended to sit on the edge of the bed in a rush, tidying up the neatly folded bed sheets once again. Her small body was then pulled into a strong embrace, and the scent of sweat from the man enveloped her. Perhaps his hair, which had been tied up during work, was slightly loose, and a few strands brushed against Ji Sang’s cheek, tickling her...

“I’m back?”

Ji Sang lowered her gaze and replied absentmindedly, not looking at him. After waiting for a moment without hearing his response, she turned her head to look at him and saw his handsome face suddenly enlarged. His lips softened abruptly, and his tongue teasingly kissed and nibbled at her, lightly grazing her teeth. She opened her mouth, and his tongue entered like a wandering dragon, licking her teeth and entwining with her small tongue, kissing so deeply that her mouth was filled with his taste before he finally let go...

“Did you miss me?” Wen Jian’s hot breath sprayed on her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around the woman in his arms, and he whispered into her ear.

Ji Sang: “...I just saw you this morning.”

“Mm.”

“You know.”@@@@

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder?”

Ji Sang’s mind flickered with six dots as she wondered if people from ancient times were all this cheesy. She felt his waist press against her back, and he whispered hoarsely, “Especially here.”

When Ji Sang realized what he meant, her mind exploded with a “boom.” She pushed him away with her hand, turned around, and glared at him, blushing. She furrowed her delicate eyebrows and said, “Wen Jian! Can’t you stop? Making lewd advances in broad daylight!”

Wen Jian’s eyes sparkled, and the corners of his lips curved upwards. He grabbed her chin and kissed her passionately, then quickly pulled back and repeatedly caressed her red lips with his fingertips, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

However, he changed the topic in his mouth. “Father and I carried thirty bundles of bamboo from the back mountain. We’ll go and shave bamboo slices later.”

The topic changed too quickly, and it took Ji Sang a while to respond with an “Oh.”

Ji Sang abruptly averted her gaze.

Wen Jian also rinsed his handkerchief in the water as if nothing had happened, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Wen Li’s voice came, “Wen Jian, come and make pancakes, I’ll take hot water to your father.” Wen Jian had been busy outside all day and had sweated quite a bit. He was used to taking a bath before dinner.

Upon hearing Wen Li’s call, Wen Jian responded with a casual “Hmm” and entered the stove.

Wen Li had already finished most of the pancakes, and Wen Jian only needed to wait for the last batch. It was a bit boring during the waiting time, so Wen Jian sat down next to Ji Sang.

Ji Sang was lost in thought, propping her chin up. She was startled when Wen Jian suddenly sat beside her.

“What are you thinking about?”

Ji Sang looked outside but didn’t see Wen Li Shi. “Have you finished your work?”

“Yeah,” Wen Jian replied casually.

Ji Sang made an “Oh” sound and didn’t say anything further.

“You haven’t answered me.”

“Hmm?”

“What... are you thinking about?” Wen Jian glanced at her sideways and suddenly extended his hand. Ji Sang was taken aback and instinctively moved her head back. “What are you doing?”

Wen Jian picked up a dried leaf and showed it to her. “This.”

Ji Sang: “...”

“What do you think I want to do?”

Ji Sang blushed, her face growing warm. “I didn’t think...”

“Are you... thinking about this?” The man interrupted her words and suddenly pulled her into his arms. Ji Sang exclaimed in surprise, “Hey, what are you doing? Your mother is still here!”

“Shh, Mother went to give water to Father.” Wen Jian kissed her cheek, his voice low. His rough palm caressed her delicate waist, and his fingers slipped into her undergarments, firmly and unwaveringly moving towards her inner thighs...

“Ah...”

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