His Peasant Wife : Yao Ling

Yao Ying looked at her in disbelief. "Really? Why didn’t I hear about it?"

Xiao Yu bit her lower lips and thought to herself, ’How can Young Master hear me when you are in deep lust and enjoy your feast?’ However, she didn’t dare to talk it out loud. This was the second time she was met by such a scene. She should probably be careful when she went inside her masters’ room. She wouldn’t survive if she kept seeing this type of scene. It would taint her virgin mind!

Xiao Yu didn’t know how to explain herself without offending her masters, so she could only put the light snacks on the table and kneeled down, "This servant has done something wrong. Please punish this servant!"

Yao Ling, who covered her whole body with a quilt out of embarrassment, finally decided to peek and see Xiao Yu. Her whole face was blushing and Yao Ying felt she looked so attractive. Yao Ling bit her lower lip and said, "Husband! Don’t tease Xiao Yu anymore! It’s just an accident."

Yao Ying nodded and told Xiao Yu to stand up. "Next time, just wait until you hear us clearly say you can come in, okay?" Yao Ying gave him a reminder. He didn’t want to be seen when they were making love.

"Yes, Young Master." Then, Xiao Yu hesitantly added, "If Young Master and Young Mistress want to have a light bite to eat, the snacks and tea are ready."

"Xiao Yu, can you go out first? I want to tidy myself up first," Yao Ling said in embarrassment.

"This servant can help you, Young Mistress."

"No need. Just wait outside for a little while and I will call you later." Yao Ling didn’t want Xiao Yu to see the state she was in, after all, her robe was all tattered because of a certain beast! Xiao Yu seemed to understand her thought, so she quickly curtsied and went out. It wasn’t a secret that Young Mistress didn’t really like to be served.

Yao Ling removed the quilt and saw the real condition of her white robe. She was heartbroken! The robe was personally embroidered by her because she loved the soft feeling of the fabric when it touched her skin. This was the last batch of fabric that she painfully searched around. The fabric was first brought by a customer and she said it was a rare fabric. She felt like crying in despair.

Yao Ling glared at Yao Ying who tried to appear innocent in front of her. "How could you?!" She scowled at him, feeling really angry. If she didn’t like the robe, it was fine, but she really liked it!

Yao Ying felt guilty and asked for forgiveness. "I’m sorry, Ling-er. I just couldn’t hold myself back because you are so alluring." The man shamelessly admitted his mistake. "I will compensate you and buy a new one."

"I want the same fabric." Yao Ling relented and knew that he could use Fu Rong’s resources to find the same fabric once again.

"Of course..." Yao Ying coaxed his wife until she felt satisfied and he sighed in relief. It seemed like he had to buy a lot of stocks for this fabric. He could imagine himself tearing her robe in passion every time they did it. ’En...’ He thought to himself. Better be safe than sorry later.

Yao Ling looked at the pitiful state of her robe but decided not to throw it out. She should probably modify it to make something out of it. She didn’t want to waste any excess fabrics. Yao Ling was a little bit perturbed so she didn’t realize how she taunted Yao Ying with the state she was in.

When she looked pitifully at her robe, she forgot that she was only wearing her dudou and underpants. From behind, Yao Ying could see her white naked back perfectly clear. After all, her dudou was backless and have cloth strings that tie around the neck and back. Yao Ying groaned to himself. This wife of him would really be the death of him. He could look but he couldn’t touch. Oh... the agony!

The woman didn’t have a sense of property at all! She was usually very shy! How come she suddenly become brave? Yao Ying complained to himself because Yao Ling indeed stirred his arousal once again. He could feel his hardness and decided to ask her, "Ling-er! Please be more responsible!"

Yao Ling looked up and stared at him in surprise. "Responsible? About what?"

Yao Ying pointed down at his building tent and raised one of his eyebrows. "Of course about this!"

Yao Ling saw where he pointed at and her face was beet red, feeling abashed. She closed both of her eyes with both of her hands and peeked. The tent was still there and it wasn’t going to go softer anytime soon. "What... what do you mean? Why am I the one who should be responsible?"

"Eh... who else? You are the only woman in my life and it gets harder because of your presence. Then... who should I blame?"

Tsk. If he dared to blame another woman, Yao Ling would kick him out of her room. "But... I did nothing!" Yao Ling denied her involvement.

"You did nothing, but you flaunt around your sexy back to this husband. How do you expect me not to react to that beautiful view? If I’m not reacting to it, how can we make a baby?" Yao Ying teased her mercilessly.

Yao Ling started to realize her state and tried to cover herself with her hands but to no avail. If she hid her back then her dudou would lift up and show her bare stomach. If she covered her front, her naked back would be exposed.

Yao Ying wanted to laugh at her predicament but he held himself back. She is so cute! "So... are you going to do something for me?" Yao Ying asked once again.

Yao Ling sighed in defeat. "What do you want me to do?" After all, she understood that man had his own need. As a wife, she should be the one who had to take responsibilities.

Yao Ying’s face lit up when he heard what Yao Ling had said. Did she offer herself to him? "Are you sure?" Yao Ying asked. After he threw out the question, he regretted it. What if she suddenly backed out? Then it would kill him.

Fortunately for him, Yao Ling answered him positively, "I’m sure."

"Come here..." Yao Ying ordered her softly.

Yao Ling walked to him timidly. She remembered something and it was probably what he wanted her to do. "Err... do you need my hand?" Yao Ling asked softly.

"What?" Yao Ying pretended that he didn’t hear her question.

"Do you need my hand?" She asked louder, exasperatedly.

"Ahhh... where does my shy wife go?" Yao Ying teased her.

"Ohh... so you don’t need my hand. Then, bye..." Yao Ling turned around, pretending to be angry.

"Wait... wait... wait..." Yao Ying said frantically. There was no way he let this chance go. He pulled her hand and she landed on his lap.

Yao Ling could perfectly feel his hardness poking on her butt and it made her stiff. Yao Ying saw even the nape of her neck became tinted with red color. Yao Ying couldn’t stop himself and kiss the back of her neck. He took one of her hands and put it on his hardness.

Yao Ling shyly gripped on his hardness and felt fortunate that she didn’t face him. Or else she would die in embarrassment. At least... this way, he couldn’t see her shy expression. The feeling when doing this in the daylight was a bit different. She could see everything clearly. She touched him through the soft fabric of his pants. Even though there was a barrier, she could feel his warmth on her hands.

When Yao Ling gripped his hardness, Yao Ying couldn’t help but moan in delight. "Hmmm...." Her touch ignited the fire inside him and he kissed the back of her neck with a bit more force.

Yao Ling moaned along with him, but chided him, "Don’t leave a mark again!" In the midst of their passion, how could Yao Ying hear her plea?