Chapter 97 He and Cui Ying were destined to be husband and wife. ...

The carriage eventually stopped at a secluded lakeside.

The spring night was slightly cool, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

Under the moonlight, the tide rises in layers, gradually overflowing the lake shore. The poplars and willows planted along the shore have already sprouted, and the damp air is mixed with the faint, fresh scent of grass and trees, creating a refreshing and moving atmosphere.

Inside the carriage, the candlelight had long since gone out as it flickered, and moonlight streamed in through the window.

Xiao Qiyu leaned back against the edge of the car window, his face bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight. The cold, hard lines of his features melted away in the moonlight, leaving only his unfathomable eyes, reflecting the starlight and burning with intensity as they fell upon the face of the person straddling his lap.

Cui Ying kissed intently, her hair loosened at some point, her black hair cascading down like a waterfall, a few strands slipping down and brushing lightly against Xiao Qiyu's neck.

Xiao Qiyu swallowed hard, the veins on the side of his neck throbbing violently. He couldn't help but tighten his arms, his hands gripping Cui Ying's waist and the back of her neck, pressing her body against his so tightly that there was no gap between them.

In the darkness of night, the sound of the tide is continuous, boundless and unrestrained.

With a soft "pop," their lips finally parted, their breaths mingling in the small, stuffy carriage.

"Xiao Qiyu..."

Cui Ying's almond-shaped eyes were red, and her lips, from the grinding and sucking just now, were even fuller and redder, glistening with moisture.

She lowered her eyes, looking down into his gaze: "Your kissing skills are terrible."

Xiao Qiyu: "..."

The large hand gripping her waist suddenly tightened, pinching her lightly.

The boy's hoarse, displeased voice rang out: "If you really don't know what to say, you can shut up."

Cui Ying chuckled softly, lowered her head, and slowly brushed her lips against his Adam's apple, saying matter-of-factly, "If I shut up, who will kiss you?"

Xiao Qiyu's eyes darkened, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and he abruptly took the initiative, pressing Cui Ying down with his arm.

In the cramped carriage, their breaths mingled instantly, and the scorching heat almost dyed the moonlight red.

Cui Ying was startled by his sudden movement. Her back pressed against the seat, feeling dull and uncomfortable. After hesitating for a moment, she said breathlessly, "It's so hard in the car. Can we go home first?"

Xiao Qiyu lowered his head and gently bit her lips, his voice hoarse but resolute: "No."

He can't wait that long.

Cui Ying pursed her lips and frowned.

Xiao Qiyu looked at her furrowed brows and sensed that she was genuinely uncomfortable.

He hesitated slightly before making a forceful move. He gently supported her waist and lifted her up in a half-carry, half-support manner, so that she could find a more comfortable position.

However, the car was too small, and no matter how it was rearranged, it couldn't accommodate two people in the seats.

He first spread Cui Ying's legs apart and placed them on his hips, allowing her to comfortably nestle in the seat. Then, to make it easier for the two of them to get closer, he faced her and slowly knelt down, revealing his narrow waistline.

"Will this make you feel better?" he asked in a low, hot voice.

Cui Ying was shocked that he would adopt such a submissive posture towards her, but she did not show excitement. Instead, she pretended to be critical and glanced at him, saying calmly, "It's alright, of course it's not as comfortable as being in my own bed."

Xiao Qiyu gave her no room for further negotiation and raised his head to seal her lips with his.

The carriage fell silent for a moment, so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats and the sticky sounds of lips entwining.

Enveloped by his aura, Cui Ying initially tried to put on a brave front, but quickly lost her composure and her body went limp uncontrollably.

"Xiao Qiyu..." she called softly during a breath, her voice tinged with panic.

Xiao Qiyu responded softly without stopping.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”

Outside the window, the lake tide laps against the shore.

Inside the car, their breaths mingled.

Cui Ying raised her hand and gently grasped his sweat-soaked collar, like a drowning person grabbing the only lifeline.

Xiao Qiyu noticed her nervousness and softened his voice, saying, "Don't be afraid, Cui Ying, open your eyes and look at me."

His tone was gentler than ever before, like a bewitching enchantress.

Cui Ying opened his eyes and saw a few strands of hair hanging down the boy's forehead in the moonlight. His long eyelashes were wet with sweat and rose and fell gently with his breath. His thin lips were red and hot, and he was panting heavily. When he met Cui Ying's gaze, it was as if he was meeting two burning flames, filled with unspeakable thoughts.

Faced with such beauty, Cui Ying inevitably became confused again.

She was initially a little scared, but now she's filled with anticipation.

Anyway, everyone has to go through this once in a lifetime, so rather than someone else, I'd rather be Xiao Qiyu.

I hate Xiao Qiyu.

Xiao Qiyu, who has been her mortal enemy since childhood.

Xiao Qiyu saved her life multiple times and was always by her side in times of crisis.

Even though she disliked him so much, he was the only person she could think of in her fantasies.

Cui Ying couldn't quite describe her feelings; she was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions, including a hint of grievance.

She opened her mouth and bit down hard on Xiao Qiyu's chin, her voice so soft it could melt water, yet she pretended to be fierce: "Xiao Qiyu, I hate you."

His burning body drew near, Xiao Qiyu's lips brushed against her ear, his breath spraying on her earlobe, and he chuckled softly, "I hate you too."

Two people who hate each other are now doing the most intimate and intimate things in the world.

The stark contrast stimulated Xiao Qiyu to the point that he and Cui Ying were destined to be husband and wife.

In the darkness, Cui Ying heard Xiao Qiyu swallowing, a clear sound that blended with the sound of the tide on the lake.

Her mind was uncontrollably filled with the enchanting descriptions from the storybooks.

The words "unable to resist," "once tasted the marrow, one can't get enough of the flavor," and "a single encounter between the golden wind and jade dew surpasses countless others in the mortal world" are filled with the ultimate pleasure that intoxicates the soul.

She thought to herself, in a daze, that since things were already like this, she might as well savor the wonders of it all and see what the forbidden fruit, which those talented men and beautiful women would rather be drowned in a pig cage than not taste, was really like.

Cui Ying even unconsciously tensed her toes, preparing herself to be completely immersed.

However, the blissful feeling I had imagined did not come true.

Outside the window, the spring night tide continues to tirelessly lap against the lake shore.

Cui Ying's vision blurred, and all her confusion and infatuation were completely driven away by this unbearable torture.

Tears welled up almost instantly, blurring the girl's flushed face.

Xiao Qiyu abruptly stopped all movement, abruptly halting in place. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and landed on her neck, burning hot.

His breathing was heavy, and the muscles in his arm supporting her were bulging and trembling.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Qiyu suppressed the madness that was radiating from his scalp and hurriedly wiped away Cui Ying's tears.

But she had so many tears, she couldn't stop wiping them away.

Cui Ying trembled all over in pain, her snow-white body shaking like a lotus in the rain. She opened her mouth but did not utter a seductive moan. Instead, she cursed loudly, "Damn it, I will never believe those damned stories again!"

"Let me go! I don't want this anymore... I want to go home!"

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