Chapter 109 The burning palm gently rested on it, and Wu Qining subconsciously used a few

The hot palm gently rested on it, and the bony fingers were slightly bent. Wu Qining subconsciously used a little strength, and his fingertips embedded into the flesh.

Song Shiwei turned her head away, and her earlobes were slightly pink, like a plum blossom covered with frost and snow suddenly blooming in spring. This made the hand even more reckless. After a few times, she bit her lip and hummed softly.

"Qining, be gentle..."

The trembling voice rushed into Wu Qining's ears, and she realized what she was doing. Her face flushed and she didn't dare to look at her. She took her hand back tremblingly.

The slightly cool fingers clamped her retreating wrist, and tremblingly led them towards her, but he no longer had the courage to put them on her a second time.

"I...I know nothing about this matter either."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Qining jumped up like a cheetah, as if waking up from a dream, put one arm around her waist, held her head with the other, and pushed her into his arms.

Song Shiwei only felt herself staggering, and then she bit her lips.

The hot lips trembled as they pressed down on her. She bit them without any method. He first bit her lips hard, then swallowed them into her mouth and rubbed them around, eagerly losing control.

His teeth knocked against her lips again and again, with a raw and reckless touch. The veins on the hand holding the back of her head bulged, and the palm of his hand pinched into the soft hair, forcing the somewhat retreating Song Shiwei down.

His lips and tongue rushed forward without any skill, licking and sweeping across her cavity walls, scraping and entangling her tongue tip with untamed heat, almost crushing her whole body in this out-of-control breath.

Song Shi frowned slightly, looked at Wu Qining whose eyes were red and almost swallowed her, and gently pushed her shoulder.

Unexpectedly, the arm that was shackled around her waist slowly tightened, holding her tightly in his arms, not letting go for a moment, and kissing her again in an almost predatory manner, leaving her no chance to breathe.

The fingers that grasped Wu Qining's collar were so tight that veins appeared all over them. The smell of rust spread through their saliva and spread between their mouths. Song Shiwei frowned uncomfortably. She felt that her lips had been numb from her kiss.

Wu Qining bit the extremely domineering tongue with his teeth a few times, groaned in pain, and looked up at Song Shiwei with red eyes.

Only then did he restrain himself a little and cautiously withdraw. The moist silver thread loomed between their lips, and with Song Shiwei's trembling breath, the silver thread swayed slightly, sticking to the corners of each other's lips, stretching everything just now, and flowing freely with the breath.

Song Shiwei's lips were slightly swollen, and the places where the teeth marks intersected were crimson, bright red and eroded, like petals that had been rubbed by a rainstorm. The swollen part was slightly turned outward, and there was residual moist saliva, all traces left by Wu Qining.

Song Shi glared at Wu Qining with slightly red eyes. The spring color at the corners of his eyes spread over his eyelashes and condensed into a shimmering mist at the bottom of his eyes.

Wu Qining looked at the wound on her lip and realized how reckless he was just now. He leaned forward and blew on it with his mouth out of concern, and then carefully licked the wound caused by his bite with his tongue.

Licking for a long time did nothing except make the lips even wetter. The wound did not get better, but became even redder.

Wu Qining sniffed, tears dropping down his face.

"I...I didn't mean it. I just couldn't believe it, so I couldn't control myself."

"Does it hurt a lot?"

Song Shiwei shook his head gently, wiped the tears from her face with his fingers, and coaxed her softly.

"It's okay, Your Majesty, just be gentler next time."

Wu Qining's ears were red as if dripping blood. He looked at Song Shiwei with wide eyes and said, "There are few books about women in the world, and there are not many in the palace. I have read them all. I will ask Xuanjian to collect them secretly when I go back. I will study hard and will not hurt the master in that matter."

Feeling a little embarrassed by the passionate and sincere gaze, Song Shiwei lowered her eyes, her panicked eyelashes fluttering for a long time, and she said softly: "As your Majesty's tutor, I have the responsibility to teach. I...I can teach your Majesty."

He hooked his slightly bent fingers under her chin and lifted her head up. Wu Qining leaned forward and kissed her lips lightly, biting her red earlobe and teasingly said:

"I didn't expect that the tutor my mother left for me would have such responsibilities. Tutor, please teach me well when the time comes."

"Wu Qining!" Song Shiwei cursed in shame and anger, and then saw dry hands covering her eyes.

In the darkness, she led her to the bed.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, the beating heart almost burst out of the chest. Wu Qining gently put Song Shiwei on the bed, hugged her around the waist, and then kissed her on the forehead.

"It's late at night, and Master is not fully recovered yet, so go to bed."

Song Shiwei paused for a moment and said softly, "It's actually okay. Your Majesty, be gentle and careful."

Wu Qining shook his head seriously. Under the flickering candlelight, his eyes reflected Song Shiwei's face clearly. Tiny spots of light danced in the depths of his pupils, gently kneading her into his heart.

"I have not yet married the Grand Tutor, and I have not yet bowed to heaven and earth, or drank from the wedding cup. This is not in accordance with etiquette. I just overstepped the boundaries."

Song Shiwei sighed softly and reached out to stroke the small mole at the corner of her eye.

"It doesn't matter. I don't care about these things. Besides, this matter should not be known to outsiders. Your Majesty should know it."

"But I care. Even if I cannot allow outsiders to know, God should know that the Grand Tutor is my wife and I am also the Grand Tutor's wife. We live and die together, and you deserve the best in the world."

"Silly child. How can you be so silly?" Song Shiwei rubbed Wu Qining's head into his arms and gently rubbed her soft hair.

"In that case, Your Majesty, go to sleep. You must be tired from all the hard work these days."

His palms pressed against his back, patting rhythmically. Wu Qining was suffocated by the softness, and his face became even redder.

She stood stiffly, not daring to breathe. She thought she would be too excited to fall asleep, but soon, sleepiness flooded over her back like a tide, her eyelids gradually became heavy, her thoughts drifted further and further away like a kite with a broken string, her breathing gradually became long, and she fell asleep.

In the silent bedroom, a candle flame flickered. Song Shi lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Wu Qining's sleeping face. He curved his eyes and smiled gently.

She continued to pat Wu Qining's back gently for a long time.

The morning light filtered through the window screens into the house. Wu Qining opened his eyelids sleepily, his cheeks sank into a soft curve, and the sight in front of him was red and white.

She wrinkled her nose, and the unique medicinal scent of Song Shiwei lingered between her nostrils.

With her long breathing in his ears, Wu Qining subconsciously pushed his head inside before his mind was fully clear.

Like a happy kitten, she rubbed her head around. Seeing that the person in front of her was still asleep and ignored her, she carefully opened her mouth and took a bite. It was like the catkins floating in the palace in early spring, fluffy, soft, and very delicious.

She chewed it carefully for a few times.

"Wu Qining!"

Song Shiwei, who was in a light sleep, was immediately awakened by Wu Qining. She blushed and pushed Wu Qining's face away. The early morning sun shone in, shining warmly on them through the curtains.

Song Shiwei straightened her bellyband that was messed up by Wu Qining and gradually revealed her spring color. After years of soaking in medicine jars, her bloodless skin looked particularly pale. Below her collarbone, a faint tooth mark appeared, the edge was slightly red and swollen, and crystal-clear with saliva.

The slender fingers gently placed on it, rubbing the slightly swollen bite marks. A strange numbness went straight up along the spine and pierced into Song Shiwei's still somewhat confused mind after waking up.

The mischievous hand was immediately grabbed by Song Shiwei, who pushed the person and the hand off the bed.

Behind the blurry curtains, Song Shiwei turned his back to Wu Qining and carefully adjusted his clothes, changing into a crimson court robe.

His bright, burning eyes stared at her bony back without blinking. The protruding vertebrae curved along the spine into a steep mountain path, the shoulder blades trembled slightly like broken butterfly wings, the purple blood vessels under the thin skin spread like a spider web, and even the muscle lines that moved when she raised her hands and moved her feet were as thin and fragile as spider silk blown away by the wind.

A centipede-shaped scar ran diagonally across her left shoulder. Even when she put on her undershirt, the raised scab was still faintly visible under her clothes.

As she looked at him, Wu Qining walked forward, bent down and kissed her scar, with sour tears falling down her face. She felt heartbroken.

He had long been engaged in a battle of wits and courage with the aristocratic families and in handling state affairs, and was shot in the shoulder by an arrow from her and locked up in prison without treatment.

Even though he had been taking care of himself for a while, Taifu's body was still very thin, almost skin and bones. The only thing he had was some meat on his chest, but not much.

"Okay, it's time to go to court. Your Majesty will return to the palace through the secret passage first, and I will go from my residence. If you delay any longer, you will be late for the morning court. Your Majesty came to my residence yesterday but he changed into his casual clothes, not the dragon robe."

Song Shiwei simply tidied herself up and walked out, pushing Wu Qining.

Xuan Jian and Song Lin, who were waiting outside the house, saw the two of them walking out so intimately, looked at each other, and bowed respectfully to them.

"Xuanjian, please keep an eye on Her Majesty and tell her not to dawdle. Also, bring some food from the mansion so she can eat in the sedan chair and not get hungry."

"Yes." Xuan Jian replied respectfully.

Wu Qining hugged Song Shiwei's arm reluctantly. Even though they were separated for just a moment, she felt a little aggrieved.

She muttered to herself in a long tone, "I have to prepare a few sets of dragon robes at the Taifu Mansion, so that I won't be so rushed when I stay overnight at the mansion and go to court the next day."

"Why are you dawdling? We'll see each other soon. Let's go."

"If you miss the morning court session, I will report you." Song Shiwei pushed Wu Qining out of the mansion. With a plop, he threw her out.

Wu Qining looked at the tightly closed door of the mansion, smiled foolishly, and then walked on the road in a smug and arrogant manner.

Xuan Jian secretly glanced at Wu Qining, whose expression showed his emotions very clearly, which was completely different from that cold-faced emperor who held all the power.

She cried out with diarrhea: She originally thought that with the temper of the Grand Tutor, His Majesty would be beaten out, but she didn't expect... that it would actually happen.