Chapter 71: The sound of the gauze belt and the heart-warming clothes makes me greedy for pleasure and is overturned by the red waves.

Shen Wenji covered his ears, turned his head away, and begged for mercy: "Don't kiss me, I was wrong, isn't that enough?"

Her voice trembled and her eyes were wandering. She didn't dare to look at his playful and smiling eyes, nor did she dare to look at the firm lines that were faintly visible under the gauze dress.

"I just... I just didn't want to waste all the clothes that the Hehuan Sect disciples carefully prepared. I was just playing a little joke on you."

"A little joke?" Xie Yunqing raised his eyebrows.

Shen Wenji blinked and said seriously, "Now that you've worn it and I've seen it, let's move on."

Seeing that Xie Yunqing didn't respond, she even raised her hand to push him: "It's all over, get up quickly."

Xie Yunqing grabbed her pushing fingers and held them in his palm.

Instead of backing away, he moved even closer, lowered his head, and rubbed his nose against hers, their warm breaths mingling together.

"End?" Xie Yunqing chuckled softly, her chest rising and falling, and the gauze on her body swayed, brushing against her skin again and again, bringing a slight shudder.

The strange feeling on his skin made Shen Wenji feel even hotter.

"Madam, you know, there's a price to pay for teasing me." Xie Yunqing's voice was hoarse and dangerous. "How can you just say it's over? I won't agree."

Shen Wenji's breathing stagnated, and he asked in a low voice: "Then what do you want?"

His eyes fell on her slightly parted lips, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head for a kiss.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. After all, I can't bear to do it either."

He put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "However, since these clothes were carefully prepared by the disciples and are the traditional clothing of the Hehuan Sect, they really shouldn't be wasted."

He curled his lips and said, "Madam, as the leader of the Hehuan Sect, how could you not dress yourself?"

"I'm already wearing two, so you can let Madam wear the rest."

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand towards the wooden box and picked up a piece of clothing from it.

It was a scarlet gauze dress made of the same material as the one Xie Yunqing was wearing. It glowed with a warm luster under the candlelight. The style was bold, made up of only some soft gauze ribbons, cleverly spliced ​​together.

It looks like the body is not fully clothed, and even pulling a certain ribbon can have the effect of stripping the entire body off.

"I don't want it." Shen Wenji's cheeks turned redder when he saw it, and he struggled to push him away, "Xie Yunqing, how dare you? Take it away!"

"When Madam asked me to wear it just now, I wasn't so shy." Xie Yunqing smiled and easily suppressed her weak resistance.

He didn't use force, but used delicate kisses as his offensive, flowing from the earlobe to the side of the neck, igniting a small flame in each place.

Shen Wenji's consciousness gradually became hazy under his kiss, his body became limp, and his resistance became weaker and weaker.

Taking advantage of her distracted mind and relaxed defenses, Xie Yunqing deftly untied the laces on her collar with his fingers.

The cool air touched his skin, and Shen Wenji shuddered slightly, becoming slightly sober, but it was too late.

The scarlet gauze dress had already covered her.

Shen Wenji wanted to struggle, but he heard Xie Yunqing's voice in his ear: "If Madam cooperates, we will only wear this one. If not, there are many more in the box."

Shen Wenji froze in his tracks. Now that things had come to this, he would be in danger if he stuck his head out, or if he withdrew his head.

She gave up resistance, blushed, and let Xie Yunqing do whatever he wanted.

This dress made of gauze is very difficult to wear. Xie Yunqing studied it for a long time before he found the trick.

He used two gauze ribbons to wrap around Shen Wenji's neck and waist respectively, tying them into loose knots. The remaining gauze ribbons hung down along the spine, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin on the back.

The graceful curves are faintly visible under the gauze, which is captivating.

"Hmm..." After putting on his clothes, Shen Wenji felt shy and embarrassed. He subconsciously wanted to wrap his arms around himself, but Xie Yunqing gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.

He stepped back a little, staring deeply at her, his dark eyes like a whirlpool, his Adam's apple rolling, his voice hoarse: "The clothes suit you very well."

"You're talking nonsense. Change it back to me when you've seen enough." Shen Wenji didn't believe him. How could something made of a few ribbons be called clothes?

He looks so tattered, what’s the difference between him and a beggar?

Xie Yunqing sensed what she was thinking, and he gathered spiritual energy with his fingertips and gently drew it across the air.

In an instant, a water mirror as tall as a person appeared out of thin air beside the couch, clearly reflecting the figures of the two people at the moment.

The woman in the mirror had slightly disheveled hair, a rosy flush on her cheeks, and a spring-like glow in her eyes. The veil couldn't hide much of her beauty, but it was certainly beautiful, making her look like a blossoming albizzia tree, alluring and beautiful.

The man behind her, half clad in a torn light red gauze dress, revealing his strong chest and arms, was hugging her from behind, his chin lightly resting on the top of her head, but his gaze was fixed on her misty eyes through the mirror.

The impact of the scene before my eyes was too strong.

This... is actually her?

Shen Wenji was stunned for a second, then shouted in shame and anger: "Ah!"

She felt ashamed and reflexively waved her hand. Several streams of spiritual power shot out, smashing the water mirror into pieces, which turned into specks of light and dissipated in the air.

"Madam, are you shy again? Are you not familiar with your current appearance?" Xie Yunqing raised his hand to smooth the loose hair at her temples and thought, "To help Madam get familiar with it, I think it's necessary to place a bronze mirror next to the bed."

Shen Wenji raised his hand to cover his mouth and said angrily: “You don’t need to bother, and you don’t need a mirror.”

His warm lips pressed against her hand, his tongue swirling in the palm of her hand, but in the blink of an eye, Shen Wenji withdrew his hand as if running away.

Xie Yunqing smiled and said, "Madam, you are right. Such a beautiful scene is imprinted in my heart. Why do I need a mirror to reflect it?"

Shen Wenji was speechless: "That's not what I meant."

"Oh, I see. Madam was not satisfied with this dress, so she shattered the water mirror in anger." He smiled slyly, "Then let's change into another one."

Shen Wenji: “?”

nonsense!

Before she could utter a word of rebuttal, Xie Yunqing kissed her on the lips, blocking the rest of her words.

I don’t know which gauze Xie Yunqing pulled off, but he took it off in the blink of an eye.

Shen Wenji was teased by him and couldn't bear it. She whimpered in her throat. Her remaining rationality made her push his shoulders away in vain, but it seemed more like she was trying to resist but still wanted to.

Xie Yunqing's kiss lingered, leaving behind traces of moisture and heat.

His big hands were not idle either, and his fingertips with thin calluses caressed her delicate and smooth skin.

In the midst of her confusion and passion, a piece of cool and silky fabric that appeared out of nowhere was put on her.

Shen Wenji opened his eyes in a daze and found that Xie Yunqing had taken out another exquisite light blue heart-shaped dress, which was embroidered with lotus flowers and made of very little fabric.

She shook her head subconsciously, her ears red as blood, and reached out to take it away.

Xie Yunqing used the same trick again, giving her a deep kiss on the lips without giving her any room to refuse, until she almost suffocated, and then quietly put the little heart-shaped dress on her.

The cool satin against the hot skin brings intense stimulation.

Shen Wenji was so embarrassed that he wanted to curl up, but was trapped in Xie Yunqing's arms.

"So beautiful." He sighed in praise, his burning gaze lingering on her, leaving her nowhere to hide.

"Xie Yunqing, you bastard." She cursed weakly, her voice soft and without any deterrent power.

"Yeah, I'm a bastard." Xie Yunqing responded readily, and the kiss fell on her again, swallowing up all her anger.

He held her in his arms and gently fell on the soft couch. The clothes rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, which was extremely ambiguous.

Several candles were extinguished due to the violent movements of the two people, leaving only one or two swaying in the distance, casting dim light and shadows.

The slow curtain had quietly slid down without anyone noticing, blocking out the spring light in the room. The candlelight swayed gently outside the tent, casting the overlapping figures vaguely on the tent.

Clothes were scattered messily beside the couch, the torn gauze dress and the light purple heart dress were entangled together, unable to distinguish one from the other.

The temperature in the tent rose, and tiny sobs lingered between the lips and teeth, occasionally leaking out a sound or two, which quickly turned into more rapid breathing.

Xie Yunqing's kisses were like dense raindrops, falling on her eyebrows, eyelids, and nose tip, and finally covering her already swollen lips again.

"Wen Ji." He leaned over to her ear and whispered vaguely, "Su Su, my wife."

Shen Wenji had already thrown down his weapons and could only respond to him instinctively, his fingers weakly climbing up his sweaty back, leaving shallow red marks.

He kissed away her tears and, in order to comfort her, he kept saying sweet words that made her blush. His voice was low and lingering, which made her confused and she agreed to everything.

"Susu, I love you."

"Um."

"We will be together forever, and we will never be apart."

"Um."

"Can we do it again?"

"Uh-huh???"

…

As soon as the sound of pleasure came, he was overturned by the red waves.

The candlelight gradually dimmed and the night deepened.

Silence returned to the bedroom, leaving only the sound of each other's uncalmed breathing and the lingering heartbeat.

Shen Wenji collapsed in Xie Yunqing's arms, his whole body so soft that he didn't even want to move his fingertips. There were still traces of tears at the corners of his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed.

Xie Yunqing lay on his side, his arms around her waist, holding her whole body in his arms, and stroking her smooth back from time to time, which was both comforting and teasing.

He lowered his head, wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and asked with a low smile, "Are you still angry?"

Shen Wenji didn't even have the energy to glare at him. He just snorted softly. He was obviously still angry, but because of his deep tiredness, he seemed particularly obedient.

"Don't be angry, I'll make you some medicinal food tomorrow morning." Xie Yunqing knew he was in the wrong and coaxed her in a flattering way.

The two embraced each other tenderly, and the hall was filled with the beautiful atmosphere after the passion.

After a long while, Shen Wenji seemed to suddenly remember something, raised his heavy eyelids, and asked in a low voice: "When will you deal with that box of clothes?"

Her voice was muffled: "I don't want to see it again."

Xie Yunqing couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

He deliberately leaned close to her ear and said slowly, "Why do you need to deal with it? Madam is dressed very beautifully, I am very happy."

Seeing that Shen Wenji was about to get angry again, he stopped while he was ahead and quickly kissed the top of her head soothingly, and said in a serious tone: "Don't worry, I will put it away tomorrow and make sure you won't see it when you wake up."

He paused, then continued, "It's just that you never want to see them again, which is definitely impossible. After all, these are the Hehuan Sect's... traditional clothing. They're essential to the sect, and you can't avoid them."

The last sentence is obviously a joke.

Shen Wenji buried his hot face in his arms and muttered, "Don't mention it again."

"Okay." Xie Yunqing nodded in agreement, as if whatever she said was the truth.

Fatigue surged into his heart, Shen Wenji was exhausted both physically and mentally, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he was about to fall asleep.

Xie Yunqing said tenderly, "Good night, Susu."

The candle burned out completely, the last wisp of smoke curling away. Moonlight streamed through the window, gently casting a shadow on the couch. The two of them slept in each other's arms, each enjoying a sweet dream.

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The author has something to say: Xinyi is actually ancient underwear. This article is fictitious and there is no way to verify it, so please don’t take it too seriously.

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