Chapter 51 Incense 2 So this kind of thing doesn't need to be taught.

All bodily sensations seemed to coalesce into a taut string, each breath vibrating on it, threatening to collapse at any moment.

Xiao Qiyu's hand was clenched on the door, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing violently. Sweat slid down his taut chin, forming a line that fell into his collar, soaking the bulging muscle contours of his chest.

"Open the door!" he roared, clenching his fist and pounding fiercely on the door, his knuckles turning white, the door groaning.

There was not a sound of human voices outside.

All was quiet; even the chirping of insects in early autumn was fainter than usual. The bright moon hung high in the sky, its clear light filtering through the window and illuminating the boy's flushed face.

Her once jade-like face was now stained crimson by the rising blood, and the corners of her eyes shone with an unnatural brilliance, like snow scorched by a raging fire.

At that moment, Cui Ying's voice came from the couch.

Even more painful than before, her soft moans shattered into helpless sobs, each sound entwining around Xiao Qiyu's heart, suffocating him.

The evil fire within his body burned ever more fiercely. Xiao Qiyu bit his tongue hard, and only when the taste of rust spread did he regain a faint sense of clarity.

He turned back to the tea table, his hand trembling as he poured tea, the celadon cups and saucers clinking softly against the tea tray.

As Xiao Qiyu carried the water toward the bed, he held his breath and deliberately avoided looking at the bed.

On the couch, Cui Ying was tearing at her clothes haphazardly. The brocade was crumpled and the collar was pulled askew, revealing a section of her snow-white shoulder.

The girl clearly didn't know where this unbearable heat came from; she was only driven by instinct to try to break free of all restraints. Her fingernails scratched her skin without restraint, leaving several bright red marks on her snow-white body, which were shocking to behold in the moonlight.

Xiao Qiyu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he abruptly turned his face away, pulling the brocade quilt over her forcefully.

He cupped the back of her neck with his hand, brought the cup to her lips, and said in a hot and hard voice, "Open your mouth and drink it."

Cui Ying's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes covering her eyes, her black hair sticky and damp, clinging to her flushed cheeks and neck, the ends of her hair swirling and winding like little snakes to the deep cleavage below her collarbone.

She remained motionless, unable to respond to Xiao Qiyu at all.

Xiao Qiyu's palms felt as hot as if they were burning. Even if he tried not to look, the fragrance of her body, mixed with the scent of flowers, still seeped into his nostrils, making every inch of his blood feel hot.

He almost couldn't resist the urge to roughly pry open her mouth, pour the tea down her throat, and then stay far away from her, never to come any closer.

But he also knew that Cui Ying had a narrow throat, and forcing her to drink would not only fail to quench her thirst, but would also cause her to choke, or even endanger her life.

The teacup was temporarily placed beside the couch, and Xiao Qiyu leaned down and called to her, "Cui Ying? Cui Ying?"

His words were sharp and pungent, and the damp heat in the air made the already hot tent even hotter.

Seeing that she had no reaction, he placed his hand on her shoulder. When the smooth, creamy touch brushed against the calluses on his palm, Xiao Qiyu's fingertips trembled violently, and he even had the urge to back down.

He didn't retreat when facing the Turkic barbarians, but he really wanted to retreat when facing Cui Ying.

Cui Ying is more terrifying than the barbarians.

Xiao Qiyu resisted the urge to turn and leave, tightened his grip on her shoulders, and shook her forcefully twice.

The unconscious girl let out a muffled groan, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and finally slowly opened her eyes.

Her once clear eyes were now veiled with moisture, like a lake shrouded in a thin mist, making it impossible to discern the person in front of her.

Xiao Qiyu immediately pulled her up to sit up, brought the teacup back to her lips, and commanded, "Drink."

Cui Ying subconsciously opened her mouth and obediently drank half a cup of tea. The excess water droplets slid down the corners of her mouth, flowed over her slender neck, and merged into the hollow of her collarbone, like a small pool of clear spring water.

Xiao Qiyu's gaze followed the water droplets downwards uncontrollably, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, his mouth parched to the extreme.

"Cough cough..." Cui Ying choked, her shoulders trembling with each cough.

Xiao Qiyu forcibly looked away, focusing his gaze on her nose and mind, and gently patted her back with his palm.

The skin beneath my palms was warm and soft; even through the thin fabric, I could feel her trembling.

"How are you feeling now?" Xiao Qiyu asked, his voice low and hoarse, as if a spark was hidden in his voice, ready to ignite a wildfire if not carefully heard.

The bed curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and the room was as hot and humid as a steamer.

Suddenly, the fragrance of flowers drew near, and the girl leaned into his arms, letting out a satisfied sigh:

"You smell so good."

Xiao Qiyu: "?"

Xiao Qiyu: "What are you talking about?"

He looked up, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, as he gazed at Cui Ying in his arms, whose eyes were glazed over and whose red lips were slightly parted.

"Your hands are so big and strong."

Cui Ying climbed onto his arms, gently nuzzling her cheek against his chest like a kitten seeking comfort, her voice so soft it could melt honey:

"Can I touch you?"

Xiao Qiyu: "..."

Something's not right, something's really not right.

It's one thing if he's acting strangely, but even Cui Ying is acting strangely... there must be something fishy going on in this room.

The sweet scent of sandalwood seeped into the bed curtains, like an invisible net that entwined the two of them tighter and tighter.

Xiao Qiyu suddenly turned his head, his gaze landing precisely on the three-legged hibiscus stone incense burner.

Cui Ying has always preferred the scent of pear, a refreshing sweetness, and never used sandalwood, which is cloyingly sweet.

He instantly understood, his eyes cleared, and he immediately got up to throw the incense burner out the window.

But just then, a small hand suddenly grabbed his neck and twisted it downwards with irresistible force, forcing him to bow his head.

The next moment, something soft touched her lips, warm and refreshing, carrying the scent of tea and a young girl's fragrance.

What was reflected in Xiao Qiyu's eyes was Cui Ying's trembling long eyelashes.

She took the initiative and kissed him.

His mind went blank for a moment, and all his senses seemed to be cut off, leaving only the soft touch on his lips, which made his heart tremble.

Cui Ying kissed him very forcefully.

It was less of a kiss and more of a nibble.

Without any rhyme or reason, driven by an unbearable urge to relieve her discomfort and a forceful intensity, her canine teeth even gently pierced his lip.

Xiao Qiyu hissed in pain, but the chaos of his thoughts found a glimmer of clarity. He shoved Cui Ying away abruptly, his chest heaving, and gasped, "Are you crazy?"

Even though he knew it was the fragrance that was the culprit, he had never seen Cui Ying like this before.

It's simply... lawless.

The moment their lips parted, Cui Ying was like a child who had lost her favorite toy. She whimpered twice, then pounced on him again, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and kissing his lips forcefully once more.

Her soft body clung to him, with an unyielding stubbornness that refused to be pushed away, as if she wanted to merge with him and be bound together in life and death.

A raging fire erupted within him, veins bulging on Xiao Qiyu's neck. He gripped the back of Cui Ying's head with his large hand and forcefully pressed her down onto the brocade quilt.

"Who taught you to stick out your tongue?" He stared into her hazy eyes, his voice hoarse and deep, it was hard to tell whether it was anger or resentment burning within him.

Their lips parted for only a moment before Cui Ying let out a plaintive whimper, two lines of clear tears sliding down her reddened eyes, seeping into her hair like pearls from a broken string.

The moment Xiao Qiyu saw those tears, his mind went blank, and all his reason shattered instantly.

He lowered his head and bit her lips with a punitive force, but when he felt her trembling, he unconsciously softened his movements.

Everyone in the capital knows that Xiao's seventh son is exceptionally intelligent; he can master all eighteen weapons in just three days without a teacher.

He was the same way in matters of love and sex.

Cui Ying had only just begun, but he was like a lit fuse, instantly grasping the ins and outs of the story.

When his tongue pried open her lips and teeth, Xiao Qiyu was even in a daze, realizing that such things didn't need to be taught.

Instinct would draw him deeper and deeper, transforming the panic he felt from her earlier bites into a tender, lingering force.

The fragrance inside the tent grew stronger and stronger, making one feel dizzy and disoriented.

Cui Ying's subconscious restlessness made her writhe uneasily, her slender hands groping haphazardly on Xiao Qiyu's body, her fingertips tracing the lines of his taut shoulder blades, then sliding down his clothes with a childlike eagerness and directness, like a spark igniting a fire.

"Don't touch me like that!"

Xiao Qiyu's voice was extremely hoarse, and his hot breath sprayed onto her neck.

His knuckles were clenched on the brocade quilt at her waist, turning white from gripping it. Reason was like a string stretched to its limit, each touch causing it to tremble, as if it would snap at any moment.

But Cui Ying seemed not to hear him. Her soft lips moved away from his lips and followed his jawline down, landing on his neck with light, delicate kisses. Her tongue gently curled around his neck, carrying a burning heat that made his back go numb and almost made him groan.

"Cui Ying!" Xiao Qiyu suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently into hers. "Look carefully at who I am!"

The girl's hazy eyelashes trembled, and her lips, pressed against his neck, uttered indistinct words, the last syllable of her voice soft and cloying: "You are my... Slender-Waisted General."

Xiao Qiyu almost laughed out of anger at her.

He pinched her cheek without any politeness and mocked her coldly, "Even at a time like this, you're still putting on an act?"

It was all those storybooks that corrupted her.

He pushed her away, his chest heaving, trying to create distance to calm himself down.

“This can’t go on,” Xiao Qiyu’s voice was hoarse, as if warning her, or as if warning himself, “You’ve driven me crazy… When you wake up, you’ll hate me, you’ll regret it.”

Before the words were finished, my fingertips suddenly felt a soft, warm sensation—

Cui Ying had somehow grabbed his hand that was hanging by his side, put his fingers in her mouth, and gently licked his fingertips with her tongue.

Xiao Qiyu gasped, his back instantly tensing into a straight line, the last bit of restraint in his eyes shattering completely.

He leaned down and kissed her again, this time without any reservation, with a resolute determination.

The girl's body was as soft as cotton, and her sweet fragrance mixed with her hot breath enveloped him, making him feel as if he were melting in her warm and soft body. He even had the thought that he was willing to succumb to her and die on her body.

Hate me, Cui Ying.

With that thought in mind, he couldn't care less about anything else.

But Cui Ying's hand had somehow reached his waist, her fingertips hooking onto his belt and tightening it as if she had grabbed a lifeline.

Xiao Qiyu felt a burst of white light explode in his mind, and a sliver of clarity suddenly pierced through the chaos.

He snapped back to his senses and looked at the girl beneath him, her eyes glazed over, completely at his mercy. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, the pain making it hard for him to breathe.

That's not right.

That's not right.

Taking advantage of someone in distress, what kind of man is that?

Xiao Qiyu gritted his teeth, suppressing the overwhelming fervor in his eyes.

He raised his hand and, against his body's instincts, swiftly and accurately struck the nerve in Cui Ying's nape.

Cui Ying stopped all movement instantly.

Her pale arm slid off Xiao Qiyu's shoulder, and her body went limp as she fell into a long, deep sleep.

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Author's Note: It's all from the neck up, not a single inappropriate description. Dear reviewer, please have mercy on this humble author (kneeling).