Chapter 69: The Wallpaper Love Route with Tao Tao

Tao Qingyang was not wearing a mask today, his handsome yet dangerous features were completely exposed, and every move he made was a great temptation for Qin Song.

Qin Song indulged himself in it.

Just like the last time in Li Niang's dilapidated house, his kiss was intense and forceful, unlike those of Lu Youchuan and Li Yu.

He forcefully captured every inch of her lips and tongue, his hands on her shoulders tightening slightly, but never wandering elsewhere.

The two were almost naked, doing extremely intimate things, but the only places they actually touched were their lips and tongues and his hand on her shoulder.

He kissed her without asking for her consent, but the kiss lingered on her lips and teeth without going too far.

Qin Song neither directly rejected his kiss nor gave a clear response.

His breathing was heavy, and as his lips and teeth rubbed together, he paused, opening his eyes to look at his beloved who was so close to him.

Qin Song could feel his gaze; he was observing her reaction, testing her attitude, and trying to gain further confidence.

To be honest, Qin Song liked his domineering nature; the way his lips and tongue entwined made her weak and her waist and abdomen tingle.

She didn't open her eyes, but gently bit him.

The slight pain from the tooth tip made Tao Qingyang gasp for breath, like a spark igniting a prairie fire, like withered trees blossoming in spring, like a raging inferno.

Without a second thought, he pulled her into his arms and deepened the kiss.

Their chests heaved violently, pressed tightly together, collided, and rubbed.

The poor little clothes were almost squeezed out of the fabric and wrinkled.

His breathing became more rapid, and their heartbeats thundered so loudly they could be clearly heard.

Between kisses, he would occasionally pause and ask indistinctly:

Will it bite you?

"Could you be gentler?"

Whenever he asked a question that sounded like he was genuinely seeking knowledge, Qin Song would not respond, but instead would step forward and shut him up.

She wouldn't encourage him; she just wanted a little reward.

But every time she went to meet him, he would smile and loosen his grip on her slightly, deliberately opening his eyes to look at her, "You like it? How often do you do this?"

The man placed one hand behind her head and gently stroked her back with the other, feeling the increasingly intense heat emanating from her well-proportioned and firm chest.

He thought she was addicted.

Qin Song grinned mischievously and leaned closer to him, deliberately making up a story: "Whenever I have time."

The man seemed to be on fire, his lips and tongue moving to the back of the ear of the person in his arms.

Unable to resist, Qin Song unconsciously raised his chin, stretching out the beautiful lines of his neck, and his passionate kisses traveled down to her snow-white neck.

That's fine.

She was satisfied.

Qin Song resolutely pulled herself away from the overwhelming surge of emotion, turned her head and bit him hard on the neck.

The man's back arched suddenly, and he leaned heavily on her shoulder, a soft moan of pleasure escaping his throat, as an even greater desire rose within him.

Qin Song smiled for no apparent reason.

She didn't get much pleasure, but he got to enjoy it.

Although she now had her own thoughts, and her body was neither fully engaged nor fully aroused, she still resolutely pushed him away, her gaze drifting from his reddened Adam's apple to his lustful eyes, "Any further down the line, it depends on the person."

Having said that, she looked away without lingering, picked up her clothes, put on her shoes, and stood up.

She pulled her clothes together and was about to step out when the person behind her suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, and almost forcefully pushed her down onto the bed.

He knelt on one knee by the bed, his other leg gently pressing down on hers. His jet-black hair swept over his shoulders and fell in front of him, the ends brushing against Qin Song's neck, tickling her.

He held her wrists tightly with both hands and pressed her down. Qin Song tried to twist her wrists, but couldn't break free.

"You're going to use force... um—"

Tao Qingyang's bloodshot eyes were like a wild beast unleashed from its cage. He tried to control his disordered breathing, but it was still so heavy it was irritating. He stared straight at her, and every time her lips opened and closed, it was a huge seduction for him.

Before Qin Song could finish speaking, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her. If the previous kisses were forceful, this one was rough.

He explored her lips and teeth fiercely, his kneeling legs gradually lowering, his amplified desire rampaging and about to burst forth.

Qin Song was so overwhelmed by his weight that she could hardly breathe. She bent her legs and kicked him, biting him mercilessly.

He made no attempt to hide his groans, but instead of letting go of her, he attacked even more fiercely.

He only slowly stopped when she bit his lip, the salty taste of blood filling his mouth.

Seeing his blood on her swollen lips, a strange sense of excitement spread through his mind. He met Qin Song's silent gaze and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Before his slender fingers could even touch her lips, she seemed to go mad, gasping for breath before grabbing his neck and pressing herself against him.

Their eyes met, and ignoring the lust in his eyes, she stretched her neck and kissed him just as fiercely.

She cruelly and deliberately rubbed and tore at the spot where he had been bitten until she was satisfied before letting go of him.

Tao Qingyang was on the verge of losing control, but he held back, both above and below.

He didn't move again, just silently looked at her.

Qin Song met his gaze without restraint, a playful smile curving her lips, revealing a shallow dimple, deliberately tormenting him: "Why don't you continue?"

Tao Qing looked up, her eyes trembling. Her hands, supporting her on the pillow, gripped the sheets tightly. She closed her eyes briefly before regaining her composure: "If I force you, you won't be able to handle it."

Qin Song just smiled.

She knew very well that he couldn't really force her. He had almost lost control and killed someone before, but he hadn't gone all the way. He hadn't lost his mind yet, and he was even less likely to indulge himself in doing something irreversible.

The ambiguous sounds stopped, and the atmosphere became quite strange.

His gaze lingered on her face, finally settling on her neck. He then raised his hand to stroke the red mark he had covered below her ear, his tone carrying a suppressed danger, "Sister A-Song, were you with them voluntarily?"

The hot fingertips, rough to the touch, the knuckles sharp and strong, the neat nails slicing across the skin of her throat, carrying a hint of danger.

The sensation on his neck sent a shiver down his spine. Qin Song swallowed instinctively, but then said bluntly, "Yes, I am willing and willing to succumb."

Tao Qingyang's eyes narrowed for a moment, then she put on a fake smile that seemed impervious to all poisons, though the bloodshot veins in her pupils looked quite terrifying.

"But why? Why can't it be me?"

He still held her beneath him, the intense kisses and suppressed emotions causing his neck and collarbone to turn slightly red. His forearm, with its bulging veins, supported her cheek, and with the slightest movement of her head, she could brush against his hard arm muscles.

Their posture was extremely tender and intimate, the man's hot body temperature and scalding breath enveloped her tightly.

Qin Song, captivated by the intensity of the gesture, hadn't had a chance to respond when he pressed on, "What's so great about that bookworm Li Yu? And what is Lu Youchuan anyway? Why can't you choose me?"

His tone was neither indignant nor agitated, but rather revealed a suppressed obsession.

"They are good-looking," Qin Song replied frankly.

Tao Qingyang raised an eyebrow dismissively.

Isn't he better looking?

Qin Song laughed again: "They are more naive than you."

Tao Qingyang remained silent.

Qin Song calmly added, "General Tao, you and I both know that you have ulterior motives for approaching me. I have been honest with you, but you refuse to speak frankly. So I can only assume that you are using me, and I hate being used the most."

Tao Qingyang's gaze flickered slightly, the tenderness in his peach blossom eyes tinged with sadness. He finally slowly got up, sat down by her bedside, and remained silent.

Initially, his approach to her was indeed not for pure motives.

After the fall of Tanzhou, the imperial court gave him no chance to argue, confiscated his military power, and summoned him back to the capital.

His Majesty didn't even summon him personally to report on his duties. He knelt at the palace gate all night, only to be greeted by a decree of punishment that Lu Youchuan had obtained for him.

The devastating defeat had kept him awake for several nights in a row; the blows of the military rods left him only numb and filled with hatred.

Damn it! That bastard Lu Youchuan, he's always haunting me!

After waking up from his severe injuries, his hatred intensified, and he wished he could kill Lu Youchuan with his own hands.

During the few days he was recuperating at home, he sent many people to inquire about his good cousin.

The scouts had been gathering information tirelessly for two days, which gave him a glimmer of hope in his otherwise uneventful and gloomy days.

To everyone's surprise, his good cousin, the invulnerable and cold-hearted Left Censor-in-Chief, would actually use torture against the only son of the Lei family for the sake of a woman.

He tossed and turned all night, and finally, driven by hatred, he decided to act on his preconceived notions.

Let him taste what it's like to lose someone important.

He originally only wanted to take her away to torment Lu Youchuan.

In the end, however, he was moved.

He was the only one tormented from beginning to end.

But he didn't regret it; he was glad he made that despicable decision.

It's alright, the situation isn't hopeless yet.

Getting something first isn't everything; the one who stays until the end is the winner.

He lowered his head in thought, but the voice of the person next to him pulled him back to reality: "General Tao, as I said, if you are a friend or ally, I can trust you completely. But the relationship between a man and a woman is delicate, and if the purpose is impure, it is not reliable."

Friend? Ally?

Tao Qing felt as if he had been enlightened, experiencing a sense of sudden enlightenment and joy.

Why was he disappointed?

She was no ordinary person. Lu Youchuan held a second-rank official position in the Li Dynasty, so what was he compared to the Qin Dynasty?

He now commands a massive army of over 300,000, and at least for now, he is useful and the only one remaining by her side.

"There's still a long way to go, and I'll prove it to you." His tone and eyes were sinister, as if he had made some long-term plan.

After he finished speaking, he kissed her earlobe again and finally stood up.

The man, standing upright, wore only a pair of snow-white trousers. Although he restrained his swaggering and fiery demeanor, his imposing presence was still immediately apparent.

He bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground. His broad, unrestrained, upright shoulders and his well-defined abdominal muscles exuded an invisible allure to Qin Song.

As he dressed, he glanced down at her, noticing her unnatural averted gaze, and a strange heat surged within him.

He coughed lightly, turned and went out: "You rest first, I'll have someone help you wash up."

Two incense sticks had already burned enough to bring hot water. Qin Song lay lazily by the bathtub, thinking about the fact that Qin Daoji had passed away, and was shocked to realize that she was now practically an orphan.

Although Tao Qingyang often smiled, she didn't know him very well. Moreover, he held military power and was an important support for her to climb to a high position. She had to be careful in her dealings with him.

Romantic affairs may bring momentary pleasure, but for those with absolute power, it is difficult to form a long-lasting and stable relationship.

Given what happened between him and the princess, it's hard to say whether he valued a woman's chastity and virtue. Rather than waiting for him to accidentally discover her past, it would be better for him to take the initiative and be honest.

She thought for a while and noticed that Chunhe, who was bathing her with her head down, looked gloomy.

"Chunhe, what's wrong? Is something on your mind?" Qin Song deliberately splashed some water on Chunhe's face.

Chunhe shuddered at the warm water, shrank her head, and pouted, "Miss, stop fooling around, I'm worried."

Chunhe looked serious, and Qin Song also perked up, "What are you worried about? Speaking of which, why is this yamen so quiet? Where did everyone go?"

Chunhe poured water onto Qin Song's back spoonful by spoonful, her little mouth pouting even higher: "General Tao dismissed all the officials in the yamen. After Lord Lu and the young master escorted the master's coffin out of the city, they were also blocked outside the city by him. Even Chen Xing and Jiang Yue were driven out. The entire Yunzhou City is almost entirely composed of General Tao's men."

As Chunhe spoke, she looked around again, lowered her voice, leaned close to Qin Song, and asked mysteriously, "Miss, what do you think General Tao is thinking? Is he planning to rebel in Yunzhou? Why did he leave you alone?"

Qin Song stopped playing in the water and pondered to himself, "It sounds like I'm being imprisoned?"

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Author's Note: Why not love wallpaper to the end?

The wallpaper-like romance in this story is about the male protagonist stealing the female protagonist back and treating her like royalty, begging her to love him. [laughing and crying emoji]