17 Chapter Seventeen

"Xie Lang, I feel terrible."

Chapter Seventeen

She silently calculated the days to come, and realized that her due date was approaching.

She had read in those storybooks that women become more sexually aroused as their period approaches.

Liu Qingqing pounded her leg in frustration. If she had known this would happen, she would not have drunk those two cups of yellow wine tonight.

She was lost in her own jumbled thoughts when Xie Lang reached the bedside and she immediately froze, too afraid to move.

Fortunately, Xie Lang simply lifted his blanket and lay down inside.

Liu Qingqing dared not move again, or even think any more wildly. She focused all her thoughts on Liu Xu and Xiao Yingshi, and her restless body finally calmed down reluctantly.

Perhaps due to the overwhelming emotions, he actually fell asleep in no time.

As night slowly fell, a few streaks of the Milky Way peeked through the window and reflected on the newly laid thick carpet beside the bed.

Xie Lang opened his eyes for a while, and seeing that her breathing was calm, he closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

I've been very busy with official duties lately, and I also have to secretly avoid my father while searching for my mother's whereabouts, which is quite tiring.

So, in no time at all, he was half-asleep, half-awake, his soul seemingly suspended in mid-air.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound, and a cool finger slipped into his blanket and hooked his little finger. In an instant, it felt as if lightning had struck the top of his head; his right arm went numb, and his temples throbbed.

The hand seemed to have tasted the sweetness, hooking his fingers and not stopping. Seeing that he did not resist, it released him and slowly moved its five fingers up his arm.

Like appreciating the finest silk, savoring every inch.

Xie Lang gritted his teeth; even pulling an arrow out on the battlefield wasn't this difficult!

After playing with it enough on top, the hand wanted to continue searching for treasure below.

Xie Lang finally lost his temper, opened his eyes, and grabbed her mischievous hand.

If you look closely, you can see that Xie Lang, who is usually so refined and elegant, now has bulging veins on the sides of his neck.

"Liu Qingqing, what do you want?"

This isn't the first time. Once or twice is one thing, but you can't keep playing with him like this every night.

He gripped her wrist, and she leaned to one side, her elbows propped on the bed, her long hair falling onto his shoulder. Her watery eyes were filled with confusion and unbearable pain. "Xie Lang, I feel unwell."

She seemed to be still in a dream, her thoughts hazy, her eyes fixed on him, her mind filled with only one thought: to devour him. It was as if someone had told her that eating his body would cure her.

Her clear eyes were full of trust in him. "Touch me, and you'll feel better."

As if that wasn't enough, Liu Qingqing collapsed into his arms, her arms wrapped tightly around him, her soft cheeks gently rubbing against his hard chest, murmuring aggrievedly, "It hurts."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Liu Qingqing felt extremely wronged. "Xie Lang, I said I feel unwell, did you hear me?"

"..." Xie Lang tilted his head back and closed his eyes tightly. "What if I heard it, or I didn't?"

Drunk and intoxicated, she thought she was dreaming and recklessly revealed her true thoughts.

Liu Qingqing suddenly raised her head slightly, tilting it to within a foot of him, and said, "If you hear this, you should help me."

"Help you?"

Xie Lang's clear voice became hoarse, as if it had been carved by a knife, "Then tell me, how do you want me to help you?"

How can I help her?

Naturally, we should make her feel comfortable and relaxed.

Although Liu Qingqing had no experience of human affairs, she had read many storybooks and was worldly-wise.

At this moment, she was like a clear stream, transparent to everyone, and said whatever she thought.

"Naturally, it makes me feel good."

Liu Qingqing, feeling perfectly justified, half-lay on Xie Lang's chest and launched into a tirade. After a while, seeing that he wasn't moving, she got annoyed and started shaking him back and forth, "Didn't you hear me?"

Xie Lang gasped. If he had known she would cause such a scene, he would never have let her drink those two cups of rice wine at dinner. She was just trying to warm herself up because she was cold. But now, the fire had spread to him.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Xie Lang said coldly.

Liu Qingqing retorted confidently in a low voice, "How could I not know?"

Even a clay figure has a bit of temper.

Xie Lang, being a military general, was lost in thought. He grabbed her waist, and before she could react, they were upside down. His hand rested on the side of her face, and Liu Qingqing's thick hair wrapped around his fingertips like silk.

Xie Lang lowered his eyes and stared intently at her, watching her blink blankly, as if unaware of what she was about to face.

Why bother arguing with her? Most of his anger dissipated. "Do you even know what you're doing?"

He then used his rough fingertips to wipe the corner of her pink eye, saying, "Stop fooling around, go to sleep, we have a lot to do tomorrow."

After dinner, Xie Wanyan's two little devils started making a fuss about wanting to find their aunt the next day.

After saying that, she was about to lie down on her side, but as soon as she moved, soft fingers wrapped around his hand like seaweed.

"But I feel unwell."

Liu Qingqing pulled his hand to her chest, her eyes brimming with tears, "Look how fast it's beating, I can't sleep at all."

Xie Lang had never known that Liu Qingqing could be so clingy, like a scorching fireball; now, wherever she touched, it would burn fiercely.

Even though Liu Qingqing was drunk and confused, he could still see the hot, throbbing veins on Xie Lang's neck by the moonlight.

Thinking this, my fingers seemed to come to life and reached out to touch it.

The touch, so different from her skin, was novel and intriguing. Her eyes lit up, and she began to caress it gently, a rare occurrence for her.

This time, Xie Lang didn't annoyingly block her way. After Liu Qingqing had touched him enough, he noticed something was wrong and looked away to meet his gaze.

Xie Lang was staring at her intently, for an unknown amount of time. His gaze was indescribable, like a turbulent, murky river or a violent storm in the desert.

"Where does it hurt?" he suddenly asked.

Liu Qingqing grabbed his fingers and ran them over each spot, saying, "These places are all itchy."

Upon hearing this, Xie Lang took a deep breath, then closed his eyes tightly and said only, "Don't deny it when you wake up tomorrow."

He then lowered his head, creating a raging wave that swept her in.

...

When Liu Qingqing woke up the next day, she felt soreness and dryness all over her body and her eyelids felt very heavy even before she opened her eyes.

Just as she was about to raise her hand to rub her eyes, she noticed something was wrong. She slightly opened her eyes and saw that she had changed into a silk undergarment at some point. Although the material was of the finest quality, cool and smooth, with her movements, several places on her body felt like they were being burned and painful.

What does it feel like?

When she was a child, she rarely ate candied hawthorns. She couldn't bear to finish the outer sugar coating in one bite, so she kept licking it until her tender tongue was scratched, but she still wouldn't stop.

Just as she was wondering what was going on, memories surged towards her like the Qiantang River tide, flipping her upside down and making her feel as if she were underwater, headfirst.

Her eyes widened instantly, and she quietly covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

After an unknown amount of time, he lay sprawled on the couch as if he had lost his soul.

Turning to this side was even worse, because when she came to her senses she saw that the undergarment she was wearing was too big and didn't look like hers. Even the soft mattress on the couch, the brocade quilt covering her, and the bed curtains had all been replaced with new ones!

"ah!"

Unable to contain her frustration any longer, Liu Qingqing bit the corner of the blanket, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the wall.

The memories in his mind wouldn't let her off the hook even after she finally sobered up, replaying themselves in front of her.

As if burned by the hot bed, Liu Qingqing curled up into a ball and wrapped herself in the brocade quilt, sometimes rolling around, sometimes kicking her legs like an angry cat. But each kick caused pain, and Liu Qingqing became as still as a desperate dead fish.

Why was she so clingy last night? And Xie Lang, how could he do such shameful things? And in the end, in the end...

It would have been better to just consummate the marriage!

Even though she had secretly read many storybooks, she never expected it to be like this!

She mumbled absentmindedly.

Just when she was at a loss for what to do, the fact that she was the only one left on the bed made Liu Qingqing breathe a sigh of relief.

Who knows if Xie Lang has some urgent business and won't be back at the manor for a while? This gives her some time to process last night's wildness, and she's just trying to calm herself down a bit with this thought.

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from inside the room as a memorial was closed.

Liu Qingqing: "!"

There's someone here!

Liu Qingqing froze instantly, like a startled quail.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her eyelids trembled uncontrollably from the effort.

Perhaps she misheard?

It was broad daylight outside; Xie Lang should have gone to court early.

Just then, familiar footsteps drew closer, ruthlessly shattering her illusions.

Liu Qingqing was so frightened that she froze, not knowing what to do.

[Author's Note]

Xie Lang gritted his teeth: Ancestors.

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