Chapter 78

His voice was like a layer of mist, soft and slow, instantly wrapping around Sang Yao’s heart like countless threads, binding her tightly, making her hold her breath for that moment.

Sang Yao’s ears tingled, she pressed her cheek against his shoulder, embracing him silently.

Xie Yun’s outer garment was removed, and through a thin layer of inner clothing, Sang Yao felt the taut muscles in the man’s arms. Xie Yun’s body was hot, his lips touching the girl’s faintly pink cheeks.

The hairpins had already scattered, and the charming and obedient beauty embraced him without a word.

The extreme desire accumulated together, Xie Yun’s voice with uneven gasps, he pinched her leg and whispered in her ear, “Do you want to say hello?”

In fact, Sang Yao had already felt it long ago. Her hand fell on Xie Yun’s back, her slender white fingers gently exerted force, ignoring his shameless words, she whispered softly, “No need.”

Xie Yun’s kiss lingered on her neck, perhaps calming down a bit, compared to before, his kiss was now gentle.

The hand behind Sang Yao, rubbing slowly and methodically, although not using much force, was enough to make her feel threatened. She shrunk her body, trying to free herself from behind, but to no avail.

She dared not look at him, she could only tremble and say, “…don’t do this.”

Xie Yun seemed not to hear, he moved his body, making Sang Yao’s feelings towards him more obvious, shamelessly saying, “But it really wants you.” Sang Yao’s face reddened even more.

Xie Yun kept asking her, “What should we do?”

Most of the time, Sang Yao couldn’t really refuse Xie Yun.

Sang Yao gently bit her lower lip, then opened her tearful eyes, and the arm that was originally placed on his back gradually retracted, then down, touching him through the clothes, after a moment, she held onto him.

Sang Yao gently moved her wrist, and Xie Yun kissed her again with satisfaction.

This seemed like a signal, in the past, Sang Yao would have thought it was the end, but now it seemed like only a small part of the beginning.

After a while, Sang Yao successfully touched his tattoo, but by then she had no time to pay attention to these things.

At first, Sang Yao’s legs were around his waist, but later they were held down.

She resisted a bit, saying, “…Xie Yun, I haven’t bathed.” Xie Yun murmured, “It’s okay.” Sang Yao still felt a bit uncomfortable, subconsciously wanting to close herself.

But Xie Yun didn’t give her the chance, his brows serious, he seemed to be observing something extremely beautiful, without a hint of shame. He held her, as if discussing with her, carefully observing, and said to her, “It seems to like this.”

Sang Yao closed her eyes, feeling the peak of shame in that moment, she no longer wanted to speak to him.

Sang Yao found that Xie Yun seemed to like touching her and kissing her, in the past few days, she had been kissed all over by him. He was indeed a very smart person, no matter what he did, he would boldly explore it for the first time, and then he would remember, and continuously observe her reactions, refining himself. Sang Yao always couldn’t match him in this aspect.

Sang Yao was usually talkative, while Xie Yun rarely spoke much, but in bed, the situation would reverse. He always used that impeccable face to solemnly say almost vulgar things to her.

Sang Yao understood in her heart that this was not a game, she had been indulging from the beginning, her weak struggles seemed to be only out of shyness, and soon, she had no strength to resist. Chaotic, yet silent.

After a while, when her calves trembled, Xie Yun’s hand suddenly left her, stroking the girl’s damp hair.

He kissed her cheek, and just like before, he spoke in a deep voice, asking her, “Baby, do you miss me?”

These two words made Sang Yao’s heart tighten, her delicate shoulders trembling slightly. Sang Yao tightened her grip on Xie Yun’s hand.

As she lowered her head, her rosy lips brushed against his chin, she couldn’t deny it.

Her voice was very low, almost inaudible.

“.…Miss you.”

As soon as the words fell, she felt the impending danger pressing against her flesh. Sang Yao nervously teared up, she seemed to understand what to do, but she didn’t want all her senses to converge here.

This hot and ambiguous atmosphere reminded her of another seemingly unrelated night. That night Sang Yao didn’t even know if it was real, it was in the Northern Palace, in the bamboo forest late at night.

On the day she was manipulated by Rong Yan, she had a strange yet vivid dream. She dreamed that Xie Yun, who had always been indifferent to her, lowered his head and kissed her for a long time. He was eager, rough, and forceful, not allowing any refusal. None of it made sense, but it was so real it didn’t feel like a dream.

She controlled herself not to avoid it, softly asking Xie Yun as he kissed her, “Xie Yun, that day in the Northern Palace, were you…”

In fact, the answer to this question didn’t matter anymore.

But for some reason, Sang Yao suddenly became nervous, so much so that she couldn’t even finish the sentence. But Xie Yun’s actions didn’t stop, he didn’t even answer for a moment.

He invaded Sang Yao’s mouth, in a brief yet lingering kiss. Then he told her, “This is how I kissed you.”

That day in the Northern Palace, Xie Yun kissed her like this. It wasn’t a dream.

Sang Yao suddenly widened her eyes, but before she could speak, a strange swelling and pain suddenly came.

Her thoughts ceased instantly.

Sang Yao let out a low cry, her fingers pinching his firm arm, knuckles turning white, as she attempted to retreat but was tightly held by the man around her waist. The weather was hot, especially at this moment.

Her scalp tingled, trembling intensely, her whole body tense. And at this moment, Xie Yun was also uncomfortable, because of restraint, the veins on his arms were visible, he moved slowly.

When Sang Yao’s discomfort was not so obvious, she embraced the man’s lean waist in this strange sensation.

She didn’t have many fingernails, but it seemed like she had left scars on his back just now. The man frowned, his usually restrained face showing a different expression on this late night.

Sang Yao’s face still had traces of dried tears, and new tears fell due to the strange sensation in her body. Inappropriately, she recalled many things.

From the distance Xie Yun maintained before their marriage, to what felt like emotionless “practice” after marriage.

Clearly, when Xie Yun proposed their marriage plan, they were still just acquaintances. At that time, Sang Yao, upon seeing him, would even hesitate whether to say hello or not. Yet not long after, they could naturally kiss each other three times a day.

Perhaps this was the wonder of fate.

Sang Yao’s breath quickened, gradually finding something different amidst this storm. She looked at Xie Yun, his muscles tense, sweat glistening on his sharp jawline. Sang Yao’s vision blurred slightly, her arm slowly lifted, wrapping around the man’s neck.

Then, amidst the collision, she raised her snow-white neck and her soft tongue licked away the sweat on his Adam’s apple.

Xie Yun paused.

Things were moving a bit fast.

Sang Yao was still a bit stunned.

She blinked, and after a moment of surprise, she shifted slightly.

Xie Yun: “…”

The man, who had always been confident and adept at everything he did, showed self-doubt for the first time on his face. It had been about fifteen minutes since the beginning.

Actually, Sang Yao hadn’t expected much either, because when they first started practicing, she felt like it would take forever for him to improve. Her wrists were tired every time.

So she thought today would take a long time.

Sang Yao whispered to him, “Actually, it’s not that bad.” It wasn’t as exhausting and terrifying as she had imagined.

But she didn’t know that her words were equivalent to humiliation for the man in front of her. Xie Yun’s face grew darker.

Sang Yao still felt a bit uncomfortable, her body sticky and unpleasant. She struggled a bit and then suggested to him, “Let’s take a bath.” Xie Yun, with an unpleased expression, grabbed her wrist firmly, his tone dangerous, “What did you just say?” Sang Yao slowly responded, “…take a bath?”

Her legs were still around Xie Yun’s waist, and he didn’t let her get up. Instead, he asserted forcefully, “No, you’re not allowed.”

Sang Yao struggled for a moment, but she had no strength. She said, “Didn’t you already finish? My body feels sticky…” Before she could finish her sentence, she felt something distinctly unusual in her body. She widened her eyes slightly.

“Wait, Xie Yun, you—”

Xie Yun hugged her in silence, changing their position. He coldly said, “Who told you it’s over.” Indeed, it wasn’t over.

To be precise, what just happened seemed like an accident to Xie Yun, and after experiencing it once, he seemed even more proficient than before.

Sang Yao found it hard to utter a complete sentence. For a long time afterward, she felt like a doll being played with by him. At first, she cried and begged him, but soon she didn’t even have the strength to plead.

No matter how she licked this time, he showed no intention of waiting. The canopy bed swayed in her eyes, and she didn’t know how long it had been swaying. Time stretched out, and Sang Yao felt like a lifetime had passed. Her consciousness began to blur. The bright moon hung outside the window.

The wind was picking up.

In the Western Courtyard, there were actually many bouquets of flowers. Even though it was late August, there were still seasonal flowers blooming brightly.

The flower branches were bent under the weight of the heavy blossoms. The closest to the room was a pink and white rose. It tilted its head, swaying back and forth in the wind, its delicate petals appearing especially fragile in the gusty wind.

The fierce wind swept over its initially blooming heart, seemingly particularly fond of it, constantly tormenting it.

Crystal-clear dew dripped from its heart, carried away by the fierce wind.

Time was truly slow.

The next morning.

Sang Yao groggily opened her eyes, the sunlight somewhat dazzling. She blinked, and the discomfort in her body gradually registered.

She licked her dry lips, memories starting to come back.

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The girl’s snow-white cheeks quickly turned a deep shade of red as the feeling of shame slowly set in. Fragmented and savage images filled her mind. Sang Yao subconsciously moved her pinky finger and felt relieved that it was still functioning. Then she noticed a pair of arms lying across her waist.

“Awake?” The man’s voice came just in time.

Sang Yao’s whole body stiffened instantly. She turned slowly towards the man, meeting his gaze. Her lips still hurt, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

Cool and refreshing, not exactly painful, but definitely strange.

Xie Yun’s hand caressed the girl’s smooth cheek as he asked, “Still hurting?”

Before Sang Yao could answer, he continued, “The physician said this medicine is quite effective. If it still hurts, I’ll have him change it next time.” What is he talking about?

She opened her mouth, her voice somewhat hoarse, “…What medicine?” Xie Yun replied bluntly, “The one applied to your body.”

“…No wonder!”

Sang Yao’s body was bare, but dry. She remembered Xie Yun carrying her into the greenhouse for a bath last night. At that moment, she still had some consciousness. Back then, Sang Yao naively thought it was over, tears almost dried up, and she could only scold him with what little strength she had left.

She didn’t even have the strength to bathe herself; she had to let Xie Yun help her. But she felt Xie Yun wouldn’t do it, at first, he was indeed helping her bathe, but then it changed. Sang Yao didn’t want to remember anymore.

She was angry again, feeling that Xie Yun didn’t listen to her at all.

If it weren’t for her good health and slightly plump figure, she might have died in bed yesterday. It’s really embarrassing!

Xie Yun was half-lying there, his upper body bare, the smooth lines of his muscles fully exposed to Sang Yao. Sang Yao was almost pressed against him, and without even exchanging a few words, she felt something unusual on her thigh. Sang Yao stared incredulously at Xie Yun, hastily moving aside. Her voice was hoarse but still sharp, “You… you shameless!”

“Xie Yun, you’re too much!”

But Xie Yun remained unfazed. He pulled Sang Yao back into his embrace and said, “Don’t worry.”

Sang Yao was held by him, then muttered softly, “…Actually, you’ve been thinking like this for a long time, haven’t you?”

Xie Yun didn’t deny it. Of course, he had been thinking about it for a long time, ever since before they got married, he had been curious about her naked appearance.

Wanting to see her, wanting to kiss her, was just a more euphemistic way of putting it.

Sang Yao, however, said slowly, “Since a few years ago.”

“Xie Yun, I knew it all along.”