Sweet dreams in the hibiscus tent

In the southern capital, on a sweltering summer afternoon, the air was thick with the fragrance of jasmine. The bright, golden sunlight beat down relentlessly on the earth. In this heat, most people in the capital sought refuge indoors after midday. For about an hour after noon, aside from the more hardworking laborers who toiled outdoors, most people would take a short nap indoors to recharge for the afternoon's work. The families of wealthy households, of course, enjoyed even greater comfort. Not only could they escape the heat in cool rooms, but those in more affluent households had servants fanning them and maids constantly bringing them chilled drinks and snacks to combat the oppressive heat. The rich enjoyed far more comfort than ordinary people! However, in the largest mansion in the southern capital, one man was not so fortunate… the Chang family. In the Changchun Hall, besides the cicadas chirping in the trees in the courtyard, a slightly raised voice broke the silence. A lecturing tone, accompanied by the crisp tapping of a teacup lid slammed onto the table, echoed clearly in the elegantly decorated hall. The matriarch of the Chang family, Song Yuanchun, sat regally in the superior seat, her sharp, shrewd gaze fixed on her only son, Chang Huaili, who sat before her with an impatient expression. "Your precious child, I can't even say a word to him, can I? Do you even have any regard for me, your own mother who gave you life?" Shortly after lunch, just as Song Yuanchun was about to return to her room for a rest, before she could even rise, Chang Huaili stepped into the hall. "Oh no!" Chang Huaili thought to himself, but there was no escaping it. He could only brace himself and obediently step forward to pay his respects. Her son, who should have been at the merchant guild, had suddenly returned to the mansion. Without much thought, it was undoubtedly because of Wang Xizhen, the woman she disliked in the north courtyard. With this in mind, Song Yuanchun decided not to return to her room and sat back down in her chair. She picked up her teacup again and took a sip, her heart heavy with displeasure, and naturally, she muttered a few words about her son. Normally, her grumbling would have been enough, but Chang Huaili hadn't simply listened and had actually retorted, which ignited Song Yuanchun's resentment. Now, her raised voice meant she wasn't going to let it go easily, and Chang Huaili, realizing this, was now filled with regret for his impulsive words. Hearing his mother's sour tone, he helplessly wiped his face with his hand. "If I didn't care about you as my mother, I would have already arranged my own marriage and made sure Xizhen was properly recognized!" "If you really cared about me as your mother, you would have already married another girl to please me!" Mimicking her son's tone, Song Yuanchun angrily slammed her hand on the table. "But have you done what I wanted? Have you satisfied my wishes? You still dare to lie through your teeth, dare to say you have me in your heart?" Since he couldn't get away for the time being, Chang Huaili simply leaned back.Leaning back in the comfortable, cool chair, Song Yuanchun relaxed her muscles, intending to deal with her difficult mother. "Mother, how many times have I told you? I'm going to marry Xizhen this lifetime, there's no going back. Why can't you stand her?" "How can I stand her?" Hearing her son's firm answer, Song Yuanchun's anger burned even brighter. "She's just a wet nurse's daughter. What makes her a match for you, the heir of the Chang family? Putting aside her low status, if she were a well-behaved girl who suited my taste, I would accept it and not make things difficult for you; but look at her, what's so likable about her?" Ignoring the attempts of Granny Fu standing beside her to stop her, Song Yuanchun's words became increasingly harsh. "With that aloof and arrogant look, she didn't even smile when she saw me. What? Did I owe her some debt, or did I kill her father and mother? Why does she have to give me that kind of look?" Song Yuanchun pushed away the hand of Granny Fu, who had accompanied her from her maiden home to the Chang family. She felt nauseous just thinking about Wang Xizhen. No matter how unpleasant her words were, she couldn't bear to keep them to herself! She really didn't know what had possessed Chang Huaili, or if he had been bewitched by Wang Xizhen. There were countless noble and beautiful young women in Nanhuan City, Xiushui City, and Lian Town, but he didn't find any of them appealing. He rejected every marriage proposal that came his way, devoting himself entirely to that strange and eccentric Wang Xizhen. "Mother, she's always been like that since she was little, you know that, and you should be used to it by now, right? Why do you keep bringing it up every other day? You say you're not annoyed, but I'm sick of hearing it. Can you please have some mercy and leave us both alone?" He had finally managed to squeeze in some time to return home from the business, intending to go back to his room and take a nap with Wang Xizhen to recharge, but he was caught by his mother the moment he stepped through the door. Having to deal with his mother on a sweltering summer afternoon, he felt utterly weak and dizzy. "You think I'm always looking for trouble with you? I was hoping you'd show some filial piety and let me off this weight sooner rather than later, instead of making your mother feel so uneasy!" Song Yuanchun had no intention of letting her son off the hook. "As long as you open your heart to accept Xizhen, you'll naturally discover her good qualities and understand her thoughtfulness. Then you won't feel so unhappy anymore!" Chang Huaili had said this countless times, every time he and his mother had a heart-to-heart talk, he would say it once. "Good? What's good about her? What's thoughtful about her?" Song Yuanchun scoffed at her son's words. "In terms of looks, she's just a plain-looking girl; in terms of temperament, she's a bit of a shrew. She's been raised in our family since she was little, and I don't have any prejudice against her, but have you ever seen her being thoughtful towards me? Has she ever said anything intimate to me since we were little?" Actually, Song Yuanchun only appeared shrewish and sharp-tongued on the outside, but in reality, she was very easy to coax. Just a few sweet words were enough to soften her heart. But she had to meet Wang Xizhen, who was not good at socializing. How could she willingly let her precious son marry her? Could it be that she, as the mother-in-law, would have to put up with her daughter-in-law's attitude in the future? "Besides, she can't do needlework or cook, she's not sweet-talking and doesn't like to talk to people. She just stays in her study all day long. What's so great about a girl being literate? Can she manage the household, handle the chores, and share your burdens?" In short, what Song Yuanchun cared about most was Wang Xizhen's difficult personality. Because of Song Yuanchun's opposition, Chang Huaili, who is already twenty-two years old, is just hanging around with his family. As long as he doesn't agree to get married, no one can do anything about it. Chang Le, the patriarch of the Chang family, is true to his name. Since handing over the family business to his son, he doesn't care about anything or get bothered. He spends his days tending to flowers, playing with birds, and happily visiting old friends. Compared to his wife, whom he can't let go of, Chang Le knows how to enjoy life. Chang Le was quite satisfied with Wang Xizhen, his prospective daughter-in-law. What was wrong with this well-behaved, clever, and quick-witted young woman? Yet his wife found fault with her completely. So he often advised his wife that children and grandchildren have their own destinies, and it was best to let the young people be happy. There was nothing wrong with their son wanting to marry Wang Xizhen; the young couple had grown up together and were naturally very close. Marriage was their son's business, and they, the elders, didn't need to interfere. However, Song Yuanchun completely ignored her husband's earnest advice. She was stubborn and opinionated, which was why she had been at odds with her son for so many years. Unable to change his wife's mind, Chang Le simply cooperated with his son, letting Chang Huaili delay his marriage. After all, he was only entering his prime and had plenty of time to wait. His son was already with that young woman; even if he wanted a grandchild, when the time came, he would naturally have a lovely grandchild to hold, wouldn't he? So, with his father's support, Chang Huaili was certain that his mother was more anxious than anyone else about his marriage, his only son. He deliberately dragged things out, intending to get Song Yuanchun to agree to his marriage to Wang Xizhen. Did Song Yuanchun not know what her son was up to? She knew he was using delaying tactics to wear her down, and sometimes, in her anger, she really wanted to knock him unconscious and force him to marry anyone to settle her worries. But she was afraid her only son might really turn against her, and if things went wrong, he might abandon the two elderly people and run away with Wang Xizhen. What would she have left to live for? Wasn't the purpose of raising children to have them settle down, start families, and have grandchildren so she could enjoy the happiness of being surrounded by grandchildren? Song Yuanchun meticulously listed Wang Xizhen's shortcomings, trying to make her son realize her mistake and agree to marry a good woman to continue the Chang family line. As soon as his mother finished scolding Wang Xizhen, Chang Huaili launched into a long string of responses. "Xizhen's appearance is exactly what I wanted, just the way I like her; her personality is a bit awkward and stubborn, but I think that's quite cute; so what if she can't do needlework or cook? Does our family lack a cook or a head chef? Don't say I dote on her, but when she becomes a young mistress, will she even have a chance to cook?" Chang Huaili rattled off the whole thing in one breath, completely ignoring his mother's angry face. "She's not good with words and doesn't know how to flatter people, but that's because she doesn't know how to say flattering things to fool people. Mother, you wouldn't like a daughter-in-law who's sweet-talking but has a bad heart, would you? As for her not liking to talk to people, that's because she knows you don't like her, so she avoids you to avoid making you angry..." Before his mother could retort, Chang Huaili continued, "I forced her to learn to read and write. When she becomes my daughter-in-law, she'll naturally be able to use the knowledge she learned from books to help me with household chores!" She hadn't said much before her son had given her such a long reply. Song Yuanchun was furious and laughed, suppressing her anger and saying coldly, "Not bad! I say one sentence, and you reply with ten or a hundred, as if you've memorized them every day and are waiting to use them against me, aren't you?" Unable to win an argument with her son, she directly resorted to harsh words. "You'd better give up on the idea of marrying Wang Xizhen as soon as possible, otherwise you'll only be able to wait until the day I pass away. Then you can marry whoever you want, even if you want to put that brat on the table and worship her, I won't care!" After glaring at her, Song Yuanchun nimbly stood up from her chair, placed her hand on the back of the hand of the maid Fu who was serving her, and turned to walk towards the back of the hall. Watching his mother's figure disappear swiftly behind the beaded curtain, Chang Huaili's face showed a bitter smile. His mother was only thirty-eight years old this year, still very young. Look how light and quick her steps were! Outsiders wouldn't know, just looking at her beautiful face, they might guess that she was a woman in her early thirties, and that her days were still far away! But he dared not say such rebellious words. If his mother heard him, he was afraid he would be caught again and he wouldn't be able to endure an entire afternoon of lecturing. Bypassing the vast central courtyard, Chang Huaili, under the blazing sun, strode quickly towards Jingyou Pavilion in the north courtyard, surrounded by verdant bamboo. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Xiangmei, the maid who had been dozing at the table, immediately rise to greet him upon his entrance. He quickly raised a hand to stop her from speaking, fearing she would disturb Wang Xizhen, and waved her away before quietly making his way to the inner room. Entering the inner room, he quietly approached the bed. Through the draped hibiscus curtains, he could vaguely see Wang Xizhen lying face down on the bed, fast asleep. Despite the sweltering heat, Jingyou Pavilion, which he had designed, felt refreshingly cool, as if one were in the height of autumn. Because Wang Xizhen was born with a fear of heat and couldn't stand the sweltering summer heat, he went to great lengths to transplant an astonishing number of cold-green bamboos from the mountain and plant them around the exquisitely built Jingyou Pavilion. The bamboos would completely absorb the summer heat from the area, allowing Wang Xizhen to live comfortably. Just as he was about to lift the light curtains, a gentle breeze, filtered through the bamboo grove and cleansed of the heat, blew in from the open window, lifting the thin curtains and caressing Wang Xizhen's completely naked skin, clad only in a bodice.Her jade-like back. She gently stirred in her sleep, turning her pretty face, which had been crying in pain, towards her inner side. Her small hands fumbled on the pillow a couple of times before grasping the silk quilt beside her, before she drifted back to sleep peacefully. Chang Huaili quickly gathered the light curtains that fluttered in the wind, securing them with the hooks. He deftly removed his outer garment, nimbly climbed into bed, and carefully lay down beside her. He had only intended to sleep beside her for a while, but the beautiful sight before his eyes and the sweet scent he smelled filled him with longing. His slightly rough fingers restlessly caressed her round, smooth face, gliding over her thick eyebrows that made her look grumpy, her peacefully closed eyelids, and her delicate little nose, finally lingering on her slightly parted red lips as she exhaled soft, warm breaths. The rubbing of his fingertips on her lips elicited a natural reaction from her; unconsciously, in her sleep, she extended her pink, moist tongue, licking the spot that felt itchy. Chang Huaili's fingers didn't flinch, letting her slippery tongue wet his rough fingers, coating them with her saliva. That innocent action effectively ignited the deep desire within him. His deep eyes quickly filled with burning passion, intent on awakening her. So, no longer gentle, he slid his fingers across her small tongue, pushing them into her warm, wet mouth. Instantly, his fingers were enveloped in silky warmth. He gently pressed down on her soft tongue, rubbing her delicate flesh back and forth with his fingers, and soon he received her active response. The slightly cool, hard object, carrying a hint of gardenia fragrance, stirred on her tongue, and Wang Xizhen, in a hazy state of consciousness, sucked it into her mouth. "Mmm..." The familiar scent made her moan like a baby, sucking on his long finger, occasionally curling her tongue around it and licking it. He savored the soft, wet touch on his fingers, his mind flashing back to how she had used her pink tongue on him, a slight tremor running through his body. He withdrew his fingers from her mouth, and amidst her protesting moans, brushed aside the long hair around her neck, leaning down to gently kiss and suckle the delicate skin of her neck. "Xixi, have you slept enough? Xixi, get up and keep me company, Xixi..." His pecks and soft calls made her shift restlessly in her sleep, intending to avoid the tickling on the back of her neck, but instead creating an unexpected effect. The drawstring of the bodice around her neck had been loosened when he brushed her hair aside, and with her movement, the knot was completely useless. The thin fabric of the bodice remained on the bed, and her slightly turned position revealed her snow-white, round breasts to him. Chang Huaili simply nudged Wang Xizhen's shoulder, letting her lie on her back on the bed. A pair of firm, white, smooth breasts stood high on her chest, the nipples, hardened from rubbing against the bed, trembling gently with her soft breaths. The small nipples, set against the pale pink areolas, resembled two ripe fruits, tempting to be plucked. His large hands pulled away the silk blanket wrapped around her legs, unceremoniously reaching into the hollow between her thighs through her thin underpants, kneading her warm private parts. At the same time, he lowered his head and captured her alluring nipples with his lips and tongue, caressing them. The stirring in her body forced Wang Xizhen awake from her deep sleep. She was already accustomed to Chang Huaili's caresses and passion; even though her consciousness was still hazy, her body had automatically become moist, the fabric between her legs already slightly damp from his teasing fingers. The sucking force of her breasts made her moan softly, "Mmm... mmm..." The full curves of her breasts beneath his hands and her sweet, delicate voice made Chang Huaili's already erect manhood swell and ache even more. "Xixi, are you awake or not? If you don't wake up soon, I won't be able to resist wanting you anymore..." Chang Huaili lifted himself up, temporarily removing his hands from her skin, and quickly removed the rest of his clothes. When he took off his underwear, a thick, long penis stood proudly erect from below his abdomen, demonstrating his burning desire for her. He deftly tore off her panties, casually spreading her thighs, letting the erotic flower bloom beneath the soft downy hair. Seeing her fully mature vulva, his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, and he unconsciously swallowed the copious amount of saliva secreted in his mouth. He moved closer and squeezed between her legs, aiming his erect penis at her glistening entrance. "Xixi..." The tip of his penis was quickly covered in slippery fluid. He arched his back slightly, thrusting his hips forward, sweat dripping from his forehead as he watched the tip of his penis slowly sink into the tightly closed opening between her legs. The round tip pushed aside the two fleshy petals covering the entrance, slid past the inner petals, and finally entered her incredibly tight passage. He thrust his hips in and out, pushing his penis into her opening. As he watched his long penis disappear into her opening and be taken inside her, he couldn't help but groan, "Mmm... Xixi, you're so tight..." When he had completely stretched her passage open, his penis throbbed as it was enveloped by the tight flesh walls, becoming even thicker inside her. Half-awake, Wang Xizhen felt hot all over from the penis buried deep inside her, and her face flushed. The passage, stretched to its limit, stung slightly, but the warm, hard object inside excitedly made her twist her slender waist. "Ah... um... Brother Li?" She opened her eyes groggily, looking at Chang Huaili kneeling before her, and called out softly. Her twisting waist caused her flower to undulate, making it impossible for his manhood to remain still inside her. He breathed heavily, not even having time to respond to her cries, before pulling out his burning iron, which had been inserted to its hilt. Then, just as it was about to slip completely out of her opening, he thrust it back in. His hot manhood pumped back and forth in the tight passage, drawing out her abundant juices, making her fair inner thighs and his lower abdomen wet and glistening. After a while of frantic thrusting, and having calmed his urgency slightly, Chang Huaili finally looked away from Wang Xizhen's love-drenched private parts, leaned down, and brought his face close to her flushed, slightly sweaty cheek. His lips slid over her smooth skin, moving to her red lips that were constantly escaping her lips as she cried out softly. He sucked on her soft lower lip, occasionally gently biting the tender flesh with his teeth. His engorged penis, with its bulging veins, slid at a torturous, slow pace between her legs, causing her to involuntarily arch her snow-white, round buttocks to meet his gentle but deep thrusts. "Brother Li, hurry up... don't torture me..." Their breaths mingled passionately. As she returned his kiss, her urging words were delivered directly into his mouth, a soft murmur that was captivating. Hearing this, as his tongue entwined with hers, a wicked smile crept onto his lips, while his lower body deliberately remained motionless within her passage. "Xixi, I don't understand what you're saying. What do you want me to hurry up for?" As he spoke, he deeply inhaled the fragrant, orchid-like scent from her mouth. His firm, tight buttocks circled against her vulva, allowing his deeply buried member to knead her wet, tender flesh even without direct penetration. The subtle kneading stirred her, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. "Don't tease me... ah!" Pressed tightly against the bed, she had no room to move her hips, forced to endure the tormenting discomfort beneath him. "Xixi, tell me what you want, or we'll just keep going like this..." Chang Huaili licked a thin, silvery thread from her lips, his low, husky voice teasing her. "Mmm... don't do that, move a little! Otherwise, it's... so uncomfortable down there..." She knew he wanted her to say something shameful, but her face flushed, she couldn't bring herself to say anything too explicit, only managing to utter these words in a barely audible voice. She did say it, but Chang Huaili wasn't entirely satisfied, so his lower body remained deeply buried inside her, not moving as she wished. "What do you want me to do? Explain yourself." He slightly raised his upper body, his large hand cupping a soft breast, his palm supporting the rounded upper edge as he kneaded and shaped it into various beautiful forms. While enjoying her incredibly soft and smooth texture, his rough fingers simultaneously pinched and squeezed her pert nipples, forcing out cries that grew louder and louder from her. "No... umm... no... please..." With each pinch of his nipple, she twitched. The tingling, itchy, and sore pleasure made her breasts swell uncontrollably, and the itching in her lower body, where he had filled her completely, drove her almost mad. A strong, burning desire assaulted Wang Xizhen, and no matter how she twisted and arched her round buttocks, she couldn't move the male organ buried inside her an inch. He wantonly played with her two jade-like breasts, while her flower-like opening below was stretched full and hot, yet he didn't move an inch, only making her anxious and restless, forcing her to sweat profusely. Wang Xizhen, who didn't like the heat to begin with, became irritable from her physical desires, and coupled with the sticky sweat all over her body, Chang Huaili had really provoked her difficult nature. She swallowed her uncontrollable pleas and moans, glared at him with her alluring eyes, pushed him away with her small hands, and kicked her shapely legs, which were bent at his hips, on the bed. "No! I don't want it anymore, you started it first, why are you playing with me? Go away! Go away..." Struggling to suppress her own desire, the furious Wang Xizhen pushed her lover away forcefully. She suddenly struggled like a mischievous cat, which startled Chang Huaili, who quickly grabbed her with his hands.She kept waving her small hands, trying to push him away. "Why do you get so angry so easily?" Because of her struggles, her whole body tensed up, and naturally, her acupoints clenched tightly around his penis inserted inside her. The intense pleasure made him unable to speak properly; his chest heaved as he gasped for breath, "Xixi..." At this moment, even if he wanted to continue teasing her, he couldn't control the urge to release his pent-up desire, and began to thrust wildly as her legs kicked. He was enjoying himself immensely, but Wang Xizhen, who had already lost her temper, had no interest; his thrusting only fueled her anger. "Chang Huaili, did you hear me tell you to get out? You, get, up!" She usually called him Brother Li in a sweet voice, but when she got angry, she would definitely call him by his full name, showing that she was truly angry this time. Although his thrusting brought her pleasurable pleasure, and her body responded to his passion, constantly secreting lubricating fluids from the depths of her tight vagina, making his thrusts easier, she felt a mixture of joy and nausea. He heard her coquettish complaints, but disregarded her displeasure, tightly gripping her wrists and pressing them above her head, his powerful waist thrusting repeatedly, his firm buttocks rapidly pounding into her private parts. "Xixi, you're so beautiful, your vagina is so tight..." Her legs kicked in protest, making her vagina even tighter and longer, the walls of flesh surrounding his penis sucking him in at different frequencies, giving him a pleasure that made him feel like he was flying to heaven. Anger accelerated the flow of blood throughout her body, making her skin more sensitive, and the passage between her legs, constantly being pounded, became more engorged and soft, which intensified the stimulation she felt. "No... I don't want to... Ah! Damn it, you... get up..." The curse that escaped her lips was so melodious and sweet that even she herself didn't know how melodious it was, so soft and sweet that it made one's legs go weak; let alone Chang Huaili, who was on top of her, his blood was boiling and his lust was rising. He manipulated his swollen male root between his legs, penetrating her flower cave again and again, the thick length soaked in the slippery spring water gradually turning into a deeper dark red, the bulging blue veins foreshadowing the moment of collapse. The male root, as hot as a branding iron, went in and out of her lower body like a madman, the speed of friction with her tender flesh inside her increased, and at this moment she had forgotten to struggle, focusing all on feeling the tingling and numb pleasure radiating from her lower body. "No... Ah... Ah..." The ultimate ecstasy overwhelmed her, the excessive excitement made her trachea constrict tightly along with her trembling flower cave, making her breathing short and rapid. Under his wild thrusts, she temporarily lost consciousness from excessive pleasure, only her body still reacting to the intense orgasm, continuously contracting and trembling. His large hands, which had been restraining her, now forcefully kneaded her reddened, swollen breasts. At the moment she reached her climax, his penis felt as if it were being sucked by countless tiny mouths; the soft, tight walls of her flesh allowed him to thrust into her with his last ounce of strength. As he plunged into her with his final thrust, the slapping and impacting sounds of flesh and fluids echoed his rough, hoarse growl, proclaiming that he, too, was enjoying boundless pleasure. "Mmm... mmm..." he groaned, his muscular body arched, his eyes tightly closed, uttering wild, masculine moans. His lower abdomen pressed tightly between her legs, his thick, long penis buried deep within her, letting the throbbing, swollen tip ejaculate hot, white fluid, filling her flower bed... After a blissful and unrestrained lovemaking session, Chang Huaili found complete satisfaction in Wang Xizhen. Holding her soft, fragrant body in his arms, how could he bear to get out of bed and go to the business under the scorching sun? Naturally, he would happily embrace his lover, enjoying tender and intimate moments! Thus, a long afternoon ended in his wild and unrestrained lovemaking within the boundless spring-like boudoir. [The End]

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