Chapter 115 Birthday 2 A dull, aggrieved feeling, like being drenched by rain...

As night deepened, the Qiyun Pavilion was filled with the interplay of lights and shadows.

Various fish and dragon lanterns of different shapes are carefully arranged throughout the room. The interweaving of light creates a dreamlike atmosphere. As you walk through the room, your shadow sways under the multiple lights, becoming graceful and ethereal.

Looking at this magnificent scene, even though the furnishings in the room had not changed, Cui Ying felt as if she had entered a completely unfamiliar room, and even felt a lot of novelty, finding it particularly interesting and fun.

"Why did you move all the lights inside? They were supposed to be outside," Cui Ying asked Xiao Qiyu curiously, turning her head.

Xiao Qiyu stood backlit, like a meticulously sculpted jade statue. The interwoven lights behind him made his face appear somewhat hazy, but his phoenix eyes were deeper than usual, reflecting the flickering lights. His high nose cast a small shadow on his profile, and his thin lips were slightly pursed as he quietly gazed at Cui Ying.

“Close your eyes, and I’ll tell you,” he said.

As their eyes met, Cui Ying felt the colorful light and shadow around her quiet down. Subconsciously, she obeyed and closed her eyes, her long eyelashes gently covering them.

When vision is deprived, other senses become exceptionally acute.

Cui Ying first felt Xiao Qiyu's warm breath gradually approaching, carrying his unique, refreshing scent, mixed with the faint, rich fragrance of burning candles. Then, the heat rushed towards her, a gentle touch like a feather brushing against her forehead.

Is he... kissing her?

Cui Ying's heart skipped a beat. Even though they had shared many passionate kisses, such gentleness still made her nervous.

As if sensing her nervousness, a large hand gently landed on her cheek, the warm fingertips caressing her skin. The kiss on her forehead slowly moved down, passing over her eyebrows, eyes, and the tip of her nose, before finally settling on her lips.

His thin lips enveloped her soft lower lip, gently sucking and kissing it. His tongue traced the shape of her lips, then gradually increased the pressure, slowly prying open her unguarded teeth, penetrating deep inside, and tenderly capturing her breath.

Cui Ying was so dizzy from the kiss that she clearly wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy to lift. Her long eyelashes brushed against the hot breath, as if she were in a hot spring, not wanting to get out of the water, but only wanting to be swirled in the eddy and drown in it.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she unconsciously let out a soft moan, raised her snow-white forearm, and hooked it around the neck of the person in front of her.

The kiss suddenly turned hot and fierce, and the hand covering her cheek tightened, gripping her chin and forcing her to lift her face to endure more of the penetrating embrace.

The next moment, a strong arm reached under her knees and back, and with a slight effort, lifted her up horizontally.

Cui Ying felt extremely dizzy. In her hazy state, she felt a soft touch beneath her and knew that she was on a bed.

In this situation, even a fool would know what will happen next.

Before she could utter a sound, another thick kiss landed on her.

This time, Xiao Qiyu was clearly not satisfied with the previous half-hearted attempt. Instead, he followed her slender neck down to her collarbone, leaving a trail of warm, wet marks. Finally, he gently bit her rounded, delicate shoulder, his canine teeth pressing against her soft, jade-like skin. He used all his strength to resist the urge to bite harder.

Even so, Cui Ying still felt a stinging pain in her shoulder. She opened her eyes with difficulty, her brows furrowed, and murmured, "Xiao Qiyu..."

The brightly colored fish-dragon lanterns continued to burn quietly, their hazy light casting shadows into the tent. The girl's long, black hair spread out like clouds, making her blushing face appear even more fair and translucent. Her watery eyes, slightly red, were captivating and mesmerizing.

Looking at her voice now, Xiao Qiyu's phoenix eyes were already red, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Half a month has passed."

Cui Ying froze, recalling the excruciating pain. She quickly pressed her hand against his firm chest, turning her cheek to the side to avoid his scorching breath: "It's not okay even if it's over. You, you mustn't, I'm not ready yet..."

Sensing her obvious resistance, Xiao Qiyu did not press his advantage. Instead, he turned her face back, gently pressed his forehead against hers, and breathed heavily.

"Today... is my birthday," he said softly, his usually indifferent voice now revealing a muffled sense of grievance, like a puppy drenched in rain.

Cui Ying was taken aback, and the hand that was pressing against his chest unconsciously loosened its grip.

She looked up at Xiao Qiyu's face.

In the lamplight, the young man's face was flushed, the desire in his eyes had not yet faded, and the corners of his eyes shone with passionate brilliance. His eyes were glistening with water, and his long, thick eyelashes hung obediently, wet and quiet.

He didn't speak, beg, or coax; his slightly swollen and red lips were tightly pressed together, and he just stared at Cui Ying without blinking.

Cui Ying: "..."

What's going on? She's the one who's at a disadvantage, so why does it seem like she's the one who bullied him?

It felt like my heart had been pricked by a very fine needle, a mixture of soreness, itchiness, and pain.

Cui Ying's hand, which was pressed against his chest, gradually lost all strength and finally slipped down.

She gently hugged his strong waist, buried her burning cheeks in the crook of his neck, and sighed helplessly as if comforting a small animal: "For the sake of your birthday today... this is the only time."

Xiao Qiyu's dark eyes lit up instantly. Without a moment's hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her lips again. His hands were not idle either, and he skillfully reached for the tie on the side of her clothes.

The delicate ribbon was gently tugged and immediately came undone.

The crimson outer garment slipped down, revealing a soft, smoky pink undergarment and a large expanse of fair, delicate skin.

The cool air touched her skin, and Cui Ying shivered involuntarily. She instinctively tried to curl up, but her wrist was firmly gripped and raised high above her head.

One by one, the clothes slipped off and piled up beside the couch, like fallen begonia petals.

The room was filled with flickering lights, casting two figures on the wall, hazy, graceful, and inseparable.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze swept by, and a sycamore leaf fell into the pond, where it was pushed aside by the tide, creating ripples in circles.

The bright light was like daytime, offering no concealment whatsoever. Every move she made seemed to be exposed to the public. Cui Ying blushed all over, her jade-white, round toes convulsing in the air. She tried to turn her face to the side and bury it in the pillow, but a large hand firmly gripped her chin.

"Tuantuan, open your eyes." Xiao Qiyu's deep, hoarse voice rang in her ear, leaving no room for resistance.

Her thick, wet eyelashes trembled, and Cui Ying's brow twitched uncontrollably. With great effort, she managed to lift her heavy eyelids.

Her vision was blurry when she met those phoenix eyes so close to hers.

Those eyes no longer held their usual cool and deep gaze, but instead swirled with a thick, inky heat, like a whirlpool threatening to suck her in completely.

"Look at me," Xiao Qiyu commanded, his voice growing increasingly hoarse from the pressure.

Cui Ying seemed to be bewitched, unable to look away from his eyes. She looked at him, and also at the depths of his eyes, at her own disheveled and miserable state.

"Call me." Xiao Qiyu whispered breathlessly in her ear, their hot breaths mingling.

“Xiao…” Cui Ying’s eyes stung, hot tears slid down her cheeks, her voice soft and weak, trembling slightly, “Xiao Qiyu…”

Xiao Qiyu buried his face in Cui Ying's earlobe and bit down on the bright red earlobe:

"Say it again."

“Xiao…” Cui Ying wanted to repeat it, but only managed to utter one word before the rest turned into fragmented sobs.

"No, call it again."

Xiao Qiyu patiently guided and coaxed him again and again, determined to hear what he wanted to hear.

Cui Ying's two weak arms clung limply to his sweaty, broad arms. Her mind was a chaotic mess, like honey melted to its limit, a jumble of thoughts. She tilted her slender neck back, and with her last ounce of strength, she cried out, "Husband..."

Husband...

Husband.

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

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Author's note: After a busy night, I went from owing 2,000 to owing 2,600. I'm so annoyed with myself, I almost laughed. [heart emoji]