Song Sanniang's Journey to Wealth

Chapter 271 Dancing under the Moon

After dinner, Song Sanniang took He Pingdu out for a walk in the back hills. She pointed to the stretch of fields and told He Pingdu,

"This place was reclaimed by everyone later."

He Pingdu nodded and said, "Who would have thought that such a large area of ​​crops could be grown in the valley?"

The two of them continued walking forward while chatting, Song Sanniang jumping up and down in front of them like a child.

She was walking in front and suddenly turned to face He Pingdu, stretched out her arms and drew a circle, as excited as a child.

“This is all my territory.”

After saying this, she pointed to the Bishui Lake.

"It used to be a wasteland with grass as tall as a person. Such a beautiful lake was blocked. Fortunately, I discovered it."

He Pingdu looked at her lovingly, "My wife has really good taste."

Song Sanniang stopped and looked at him steadily. He Pingdu stepped forward and held her hand. "Why don't you talk?"

Song Sanniang raised her head, stood on tiptoe and kissed him, and then said in a pious tone, "My best choice was to choose you."

He Pingdu felt his heart swell and full. He lowered his head to find Song Sanniang's lips, kissing her again and again with affection and without a trace of evil thoughts. The two of them paused for a moment before coming to the lake.

In early summer, fireflies begin to roam again. The fireflies dotted around the lake are particularly beautiful in the night.

He Pingdu had never seen this scene before. He exclaimed, "It's so beautiful here."

Song Sanniang let go of He Pingdu's hand and walked to where there were more fireflies. She bent her slender neck and lowered her head shyly.

Under the moonlight, she danced in a crimson dress, her graceful figure swaying with her movements, her cuffs sliding from her wrists to her elbows, revealing her white hands.

Her slender white hands made various gestures as she danced. She looked like an elf under the bright moonlight, with her skirt spinning and fluttering.

As she danced, she felt the hairpin on her head shaky, so she took it off, walked lightly to He Pingdu, and handed it to him.

She gently took the folding fan from He Pingdu's waist and dodged it lightly when He Pingdu tried to hold her.

She spread out her fan and hid her pretty face behind it. Occasionally, she would playfully reveal half of her pretty face.

He Pingdu seldom loses his composure, but at this moment he could hardly hide the daze on his face. He stared foolishly at the dancing figures under the moonlight. At this moment, he felt that the description of her as if she was holding the pipa with her face half covered was the best.

The summer night breeze occasionally blew up her long hair, she was so beautiful that her skirt spun for a long time before stopping.

She bowed playfully and said, "This dance is dedicated to my husband He Pingdu."

He Pingdu watched her dancing under the moonlight, as if she was going to ascend to heaven in the next moment. He wondered how many surprises his wife had that he didn't know about.

As soon as she finished dancing and said those words, he clapped his hands.

"A beauty dances in the moonlight, accompanied by fireflies. Thank you for your dance, madam. I'm afraid I will never forget it in my life."

After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and helped Song Sanniang to put up her long hair. Song Sanniang returned his fan to its original owner.

He Pingdu looked at the beauty who had a thin layer of sweat on her head due to the passionate dance. He took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat. Song Sanniang obediently let him wipe her sweat.

Summer nights are not so quiet, there are insects chirping, frogs croaking, cicadas singing,

He Pingdu clearly understood that his wife wanted to please him, and it had nothing to do with lust.

She wanted to tell herself that she loved him, and that being with him made her heart leap with joy, as happy as dancing under the moon.

He Pingdu couldn't describe his feelings at the moment. Perhaps his heart had turned into a pool of water, with love flowing in his chest and into every part of his body.

It seemed as if calling on him to do something, to swallow her into his stomach and preserve her love forever.

He Pingdu felt pious when he watched Song Sanniang dancing. Look, his wife is so beautiful.

At this moment, he looked at his wife's blushing face, his eyes were burning, he wanted to hug her tightly, wanted to use his body to tell her that he loved her too.

Song Sanniang felt his murderous gaze, and her heart started beating wildly. Unlike before, she was a little scared.

She covered his eyes with her hands, "Don't look at me."

He Pingdu buried his head in her neck and licked it gently, then he couldn't help biting it.

Song Sanniang held his hot hand and said, "Let's go back."

He Pingdu took a deep breath before leaving her fragrant neck. His voice was already hoarse, "Okay."

He lifted the beauty in his arms by the waist. Song Sanniang obediently put her arms around his neck and put her face on his chest.

He Pingdu asked as they walked, "When did you learn to dance?"

Song Sanniang thought about it for a while, it seemed like a long time ago, that was when she was in the capital, she wanted to learn more,

It happened that He Yin's wife knew how to dance at that time. She saw it and liked it very much, so she learned it for a while. She never thought that she would improvise it for him tonight.

She looked up at He Pingdu, but He Pingdu didn't hear her answer and just lowered his head to look at her. Their eyes met, and the answer was no longer important.

He Pingdu couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the person in his arms again. Song Sanniang's hands, which were around his neck, could only rest weakly on his chest.

The cool breeze of early summer, the chirping of insects and fireflies are all witnesses to their love.

He Pingdu walked to the aisle in the middle of the rice field and put the person down. He felt that she was still soft and her legs were weak from his kiss.

He held her hand and let her weight lean on him. He leaned over to her ear and whispered, "Quickly get yourself ready. Don't let anyone see that we've done anything bad when we go into the house."

Song Sanniang slapped his arm in a reproachful manner, quickly straightened her clothes, and then touched her hair.

"Is my hair all messy? Will anyone notice?"

He Pingdu looked at the lady whose hair was indeed a little messy but more charming, and felt that she had been teasing him all night.

He stroked her face with his big palm, then helped her tidy up a little before taking her hand and walking forward.

However, when they entered the living room on the first floor and found no one there, He Pingdu picked up Song Sanniang and walked upstairs. Song Sanniang's heart was pounding.

She said softly, "What are you doing? Can't you just walk upstairs? It would be embarrassing if someone saw you."

He Pingdu looked at her deeply, then said in a hoarse voice, "I can't wait any longer."

Song Sanniang blushed at his words. He Pingdu carried her into the room and closed the door.

The two were newlyweds, and He Pingdu took Song Sanniang's body into consideration, so they were very gentle during sex.

But tonight he could no longer control his desires. Song Sanniang felt as if she was swept into a new world.

"Scream it out, call my name." He Pingdu panted in Song Sanniang's ear.

Song Sanniang shook her head in confusion. It was too embarrassing. She couldn't do it.

He Pingdu held her tightly under his body. Why was she so delicate? He wanted to crush her to pieces. He wanted more, more, and wanted her to be crazy for him.

This is not the He residence. Fearing that her voice might be heard, Song Sanniang tried desperately to suppress the lust that was about to burst out of her throat.

He Pingdu placed her hands on both sides and held them with hers. She would sob from time to time.

He clenched his teeth, she was right under him, biting him, he couldn't think, only move.

Song Sanniang couldn't help sobbing. She couldn't bear it anymore. She was running out of strength. In the end, Song Sanniang couldn't tell whether it was because of fear or exhaustion. She collapsed to the top.

He Pingdu looked at her with a dangerous light in his eyes. He continued to pull Song Sanniang into the frenzy, and the bed curtains kept shaking for a long time.