Chapter 36: Intimacy (2) [VIP]

They were the same, both had crazy thoughts hidden deep in their hearts, but she hid it shallowly, while he buried it deep...

"Qingluo..." Qu Hanjin still didn't let go. Thinking about her previous mockery, he asked seriously, "Are you disgusted with me, or... or are you just disdainful of this feeling?"

"Or... is it Sheng Youzhang that you have in your heart?"

As he spoke, his long fingers trembled slightly, and he applied a certain amount of force with great reluctance. It seemed as if if she answered yes, he would kill her on the spot.

The young master's brows turned cold, and he suddenly fell silent, pondering for a long time.

"Where have you been leaving me all these days?"

After staring at the master silently for a moment, Chu Qingluo contentedly dropped her sarcasm. Enough of the fun, it was time to get down to business.

Now that he knew her life story, she had no choice but to stay by her husband's side. If she sensed his second thoughts, she would eliminate him immediately.

Such a serious worry must not be kept for long.

She narrowed her eyes, completely wiping away the teasing expression, and solemnly spoke of the fate that separated them: "Sir, you should know that the people of Daning and I are incompatible. You and I are destined not to be a happy marriage."

"You haven't tried it, so how do you know I can't do it?" Qu Hanjin exerted a little force, causing the rosy cheeks in his eyes to turn pale, and a sinister look spread across his face. "I can put aside my identity as a Daning citizen..."

"The gentleman is crazy..."

Listening carefully to the man's brazen words of rebellion, she trembled in her heart and couldn't help but smile again, "Mr. Qu, the most respected man in Daning, is serving a princess of a fallen country. Who wouldn't find it absurd..."

She had originally only wanted him to pave the way for her, to help her enter the palace and assassinate the emperor. Now that he knew everything, that she wanted to avenge her country's destruction, he was still willing to enter this trap for her, something she had never expected.

Perhaps this is the man she has her eyes on, a man with a hint of madness beneath his calmness. She doesn't care about anything else, she only cares about herself.

The young master lowered his eyes and hummed softly. In his silence, he showed a loneliness and coldness that was not afraid of the imperial power. He said fearlessly: "I have never asked for anything else in my life. I don't care about the open and secret struggles in the court. Now I want a girl. I hope that God will have some mercy on me."

"I will kill every one of you from Daning if I can, and I will definitely massacre the entire imperial city in this lifetime..." Chu Qingluo said this in advance, fearing that she would be too cold-blooded when she took revenge, and perhaps she would kill Mr. Lian as well.

"Sir, you are an official of the Daning Dynasty. I will kill you sooner or later."

"Okay." Only one word fell into my ears, no more words.

He said yes...

He was willing to sacrifice all his moral duties and loyalty in the court for a woman, and to die at her hands in the end.

"If you want to kill me, I will help you..." The hand that was pinching her neck slowly loosened, and Qu Hanjin sat down at the table and placed the tea bag he had taken back next to the pot.

"I will end it by killing myself someday, and you won't have to do anything."

She had asked Fu Guang to pass the tea bag back, intending to end the relationship there and live happily. He gave it to her again at this time because he didn't want to end their relationship.

The elegant young man in front of her seemed to be very cautious in his every move, as if he was afraid that she would return the gift. Chu Qingluo sat beside him and murmured, "Sir, you are like a moth flying into a flame, falling into a trap..."

Afraid she would return it, he pondered for a moment, unwrapped the tea bag, and poured the tea leaves he had picked into the jade pot. His expression was calm: "This is the situation you had imagined when you entered this academy. I saw it a long time ago."

"If you help me get revenge, I will be yours..."

"I am Mr.'s..."

Now, if she wanted to bind this man's heart, her only remaining tactic was to use her beauty. She spoke softly, using words similar to those Feng Yan had said before: "I will not answer to anyone else, I will only answer to you, sir."

Even though it was a fake play, it was true. Whoever could avenge her would be hers.

Feng Yan was like this, and so was he. No matter who in the world could help her, he would kill everyone in Daning Palace...

She, Chu Qingluo, is that person.

"I take what you said tonight seriously." As if he understood, Qu Hanjin whispered back, his cold eyes covered with a layer of mist.

Finally, the hatred was talked out, and the sudden chill that had just emerged gradually faded away. She sat quietly by the side, her eyes inadvertently falling on the bloodstains that had not yet dried.

After studying the piano with the teacher for many days, Chu Qingluo still had some respect for him. She opened the drawer and took out the things needed to bandage the wound, placing them on the table. "This gauze and plaster... Sir, please make do with them. I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow to get new ones."

"A bronze mirror, sir, perhaps you need it."

After all, the injury was on the neck, and it would be difficult for the gentleman to bandage it himself. She thought for a moment and moved the bronze mirror on the table in front of him.

Qu Hanjin saw the situation and slowly treated the injuries. His cold eyes glanced at the delicate girl beside him from time to time, but he saw that she had no intention of coming to help.

Without stopping his movements, he turned his gaze to the bronze mirror and asked softly, "Would you like to help?"

Instead of moving closer, Chu Qingluo slowly stood up, gently took off her light skirt, leaving her delicate body in only her nightgown, and then sat down on the soft couch: "No, I'm afraid I'll feel guilty, please feel free to do as you please, sir."

He did not force it, but lowered his eyes and smiled. It was obvious that the injury was caused by her, but she had nothing to do with it.

After the bandage was completed, Qu Hanjin adjusted his brocade robe. Looking through the curtain, he saw that it was extremely quiet outside the room, so he was about to leave.

Seeing that the gentleman was about to leave, she hurriedly called out, a hint of confusion flowing across her rosy face: "Where are you going, sir?"

"Go back to the house."

He replied lightly and walked towards the tightly closed door.

, after explaining the pros and cons, if he helps, he can get her, why is he still thinking of going back to the house...

After saying so much in a roundabout way, he still seemed to not understand what he meant. Chu Qingluo stared at him intently, thinking and whispering at the same time.

"Sir, you are in such a state that it is unsuitable for others to see you. Tomorrow morning I will go to your room and get you some clean clothes. You can change before you leave."

If Qu Hanjin couldn't hear the hidden meaning in the words, he would be a complete blockhead. Lying on the couch, her beautiful face was full of spring, her autumn eyes were like water, and her black hair was loose and hanging...

Everyone was saying that she was trying to keep him.

His deep eyes swept across the bed. He considered for a long moment and replied solemnly, "This bed can't accommodate two people."

Mr. Chu Qing Luoshun glanced at the couch and it seemed quite crowded. Each of the elegant rooms in the pavilion had a narrow couch, prepared for the girls who learned to play the qin, and could only accommodate one person.

"If we squeeze in, we can squeeze in," she coughed lightly, increasingly wondering why it was such a hassle to let a man into the room. She teased him and walked forward, pulling the beautiful woman back to the edge of the couch. "I know that when the master entered my student's boudoir, he had no intention of observing etiquette and leaving."

Patting the soft couch with her bare hands, she smiled even more shyly, her shyness mixed with cunning: "Even if you don't say it, I can feel it. Since you really want to marry me, please stay in the boudoir tonight."

What kind of woman would invite me like this...

Qu Han looked coldly at the scented tent, his eyes trembling imperceptibly. He suppressed the burning anger in his heart and suddenly said, "There is a difference between men and women. Etiquette cannot be taught in person. You should know this..."

"This etiquette has been messed up, sir, you have been tainted by filth." She raised her phoenix eyes slightly, unwilling to listen to the etiquette and moral principles. She reached out and grabbed the young man's collar and pulled him into the soft tent. "To this day, sir, you still want to stick to it?"

"Qingluo, you forced me to..."

He knew it most clearly, whether it was the beauty in front of her eyes or the desire in her heart, and the courtesy that had restrained him for many years seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

"Well, the students forced me to do it."

Chu Qingluo gently tugged at his dignified and elegant robe, unbuttoning the hidden buttons one by one. After a few kisses just now, she seemed to have an inexplicable sense of closeness with Mr. Qu.

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes slightly red: "Which side do you usually lie on?"

"Right."

After pondering carefully for a few moments, she spoke softly.

After that, the young man with the aura of cold jade hugged her tightly, threw away his polite manners, and kept pestering her in the tent.

The moonlight outside the window swayed in the wind, casting a shadow of a pair of people entangled with each other, and their clothes fell to the ground under the couch.

The night wind blew in through the gaps in the long window, causing the hanging curtains to sway leisurely.

After about half an hour, she couldn't help but admire that this world-famous Mr. Qu really had some determination.

Although the elegant young man who slept with her broke the rules and took advantage of her beauty, he ultimately did not take the final step.

Chu Qingluo felt the soft and cool kisses on her neck, and she felt a comfort and pleasure that she had never experienced before.

The soft kiss moved up slowly and landed on her earlobe. The affection that the gentleman exuded lingered, causing her to feel itchy.

Since she was so happy, she let her husband hug her from behind.

The thin clothes on her shoulders were disheveled, and the delicate kisses fell like raindrops, touching every inch of her fair skin. She gradually became uncontrollable, and her desire was inexplicably aroused by it.

Only then did I realize that this is what people call... physical intimacy.

When she was in the palace, although she covered her face all day long, she knew that she had some beauty and felt that she could use this beauty to find a satisfactory prince consort in the future.

Who could have expected that now, in order to avenge her deep hatred, she would use her beauty to seduce the men around her, making them crazy and letting this beauty become her sharp weapon.

Chu Qingluo asked in a daze, her eyes hazy. She pondered over it and whispered, "I was afraid of angering the master before, afraid that he would think I was filthy and had soiled the elegant and immaculate Siyue Mansion. But now it seems that the master has thrown himself at me, and I feel deeply happy. I feel that my previous concerns were really unnecessary."

"You... don't despise me?"

She heard the gentle voice lingering in her ears, and her fingers were intertwined with each other, which was a tenderness and warmth that she had not felt for a long time.

Being protected in Rushi's arms, she last felt this way when her mother was still alive. Chu Qingluo curled her lips slightly and smiled lightly when she heard this: "Teacher is not a god, he always has seven emotions and six desires. Why should I despise him? I am so happy..."

The beautiful figure in his arms actually expressed her joy and did not resist at all. Her gentle face seemed to smile because of him. Qu Hanjin paused and asked.

"Qingluo is happy?"

She didn't answer, secretly lamenting the time she spent in the Music Bureau: "Sir, you are a man admired by thousands of people. How can you let love ruin your future? I don't want to ruin you, but..."