Chapter 200 Is this how you play me?
"It feels so good." Ah Chan showed no embarrassment at being caught red-handed, and even took the opportunity to touch it a couple more times. "Why don't you go back to sleep?"
Bai Xiuming grabbed her hand and moved it down: "What do you think?"
Through the thin fabric, their skin touched, and he let out a sigh.
But soon, Achan withdrew her hand and turned over to sit on him.
The sudden pressure made Bai Xiuming narrow his eyes. He placed his hand on her soft waist, and his deep gaze roamed over her body without restraint.
He personally changed Achan into her nightgown today; it was soft, light, and perfectly outlined her figure.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly leaned forward until she was pressed against him.
"Master Bai."
"Hmm?" Bai Xiuming struggled to make a sound, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"I can't sleep, will you play with me?"
What do you want to play?
"You."
Without needing his permission, Achan extended her tongue and licked his Adam's apple. The man beneath her seemed to instantly become burning hot, and the sound of his heartbeat made her palms tremble slightly.
He seemed to want to get up, but Ah Chan pressed him back down: "Don't move."
"good."
Bai Xiuming let her take control of his body, his hands cupping her hair and slowly moving downwards with her movements.
In the dimly lit room, the fallen bed curtains failed to conceal the intimate sounds, instead revealing glimpses of figures intertwined on the bed.
At first, Achan only tried it out, thinking that if it didn't work, she would give up. Unfortunately, once the arrow is released, there's no turning back.
After being pinned down and bullied for a while, having tasted everything she was supposed to, she sobbed in grievance. As soon as Bai Xiuming let go, she pretended to be dead and lay on his lower abdomen, refusing to move.
Bai Xiuming lay on his back on the bed, his forearm covering his eyes, his chest rising and falling. Clearly, A Chan's delicate body was not a match for her full of ambition. She had only played the opening act, and had already lured him into a state of limbo from which he no longer wanted to move.
"Is this how you play me?" he gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
Achan didn't want to talk, and had even begun to regret it.
"Why don't we take a nap first?" she sincerely suggested.
Once she wakes up, maybe she'll be able to continue.
Bai Xiuming was almost amused by her. He sat up, picked up the person who was pretending to be dead on him, and gently placed her on his body while holding her waist with one hand.
The bed curtains cast the woman's graceful figure, but it swayed violently, like a flower branch trembling wildly.
Because she had offended someone so badly, Ah Chan really suffered a lot. That was bad enough, but Bai Xiuming held a grudge and insisted on making her the one on top.
When Ah Chan lay back in bed after her bath, she felt sore all over. She had never suffered like this before when she was cultivating!
She wrapped herself in a thin blanket, turned her back to Bai Xiuming, and tried hard to fall asleep, afraid that he would bully her again. Unfortunately, she had slept too much before and was still not sleepy at all.
After a while, Bai Xiuming, feeling cool, lay down next to her, his arms naturally wrapped around her.
"Achan..." His voice sounded from behind Achan, low and hoarse, carrying a lingering lust.
Achan's body trembled involuntarily, and she quietly moved forward. The person behind her seemed to notice her little movement and pressed close to her.
"It's already been twice, I don't want to anymore." A-Chan refused, feeling wronged, and decided to erase this terrible position from her mind and never try it again.
Bai Xiuming chuckled softly, his chest heaving.
After a while, the laughter subsided, and then he asked, "Did Ah Chan have a good time?"
"It was...it was alright." She dared not say she wasn't satisfied, for she was truly afraid of having to do it twice more. In bed, Bai Xiuming's behavior was utterly despicable.
"You've been toying with me like this, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
What a blatant attempt to shift the blame!
"Hmm... what kind of explanation do you want?"
Feeling the warm, damp touch on her back, Achan tightened her grip on the thin blanket.
Bai Xiuming's lips lingered on her smooth, jade-like back, his hand reaching under the covers, yet he still managed to ask for recognition: "Achan has ruined my reputation, she should take responsibility."
"Isn't marriage supposed to be a matter of parental arrangement and matchmaker's words?" Achan squinted slightly, the gentle touch making her straighten her back and curl her toes.
She managed to dredge up some rules about human marriage from her memory.
“Your father has met me, and my father has also given his consent.” Bai Xiuming’s kiss had already landed on her waist, his voice slightly indistinct. “I can go to propose marriage tomorrow.”
"No!" Ah Chan was afraid that if she refused too late, the situation tomorrow would be unmanageable.
"Hmm?" The person behind her took a light bite on the soft flesh of her waist, clearly displeased.
Achan hooked her leg and kicked him back: "I need to think about this carefully."
How long will you consider it?
"Let's consider ten, seventeen... or five years first."
Achan felt that five years was a very short time, and such a major life event should be carefully considered.
"Five years...that's fine." Bai Xiuming's voice was devoid of emotion.
This time it was Achan's turn to be surprised. He just agreed like that?
Based on her understanding of Bai Xiuming...
"Then five times tonight." The next moment, the thin blanket covering her disappeared, and Bai Xiuming pressed down on her, giving her no chance to struggle.
Achan didn't remember what time she fell asleep; when she woke up, it was already past noon.
Bai Xiuming was dressed in a light purple casual outfit, sitting on the headboard reading a book. His long hair was tied back with a matching hairband, giving him a casual look.
"What time is it?" When Achan finally spoke, she realized that her voice was completely hoarse.
Bai Xiuming put down his book, picked up a teacup from the side, fed Achan half a cup of warm water, and then answered her question: "One quarter past the hour of Wei."
"You promised me last night before I went to bed that you would take me home today, do you remember?" Achan reminded him, afraid that he would change his mind. She really didn't want to stay at his place for a second night.
"Of course. I'll take you home after we finish eating."
"Okay," Achan reluctantly agreed.
This time, Bai Xiuming kept his promise. After having a light meal at his residence, Bai Xiuming and she boarded a carriage together and headed towards Changping Ward.
It was a hot day outside, and a gentle breeze blew in through the open car window. Ah Chan leaned against the window, looking at the streets and pedestrians outside, and listening to the shouts of street vendors. She couldn't help but feel as if she were in another world.
She'll have plenty of time to stay in Beijing in the future, which doesn't seem like a bad idea?
Just then, the carriage suddenly began to slow down. Something seemed to have happened ahead, as a crowd had gathered and blocked the road.
Achan curiously peeked out and saw several yamen runners in the crowd, whose attire suggested they were from the Jingzhao Prefecture.
"Something seems to have happened up ahead," Achan said, turning to Bai Xiuming.
Before Bai Xiuming could answer, the coachman outside said, "Young master, someone has died ahead. Should we take a detour?"
Turning his head, Bai Xiuming saw A Chan's expression of eager anticipation and couldn't help but chuckle: "Pull over to the side of the road, let's get out and take a look."
"yes."
The coachman pulled the carriage to the side of the road and stopped. Ah Chan lifted her skirt and started to get off. If she hadn't been feeling unwell, she would have already started running.
Bai Xiuming followed her at a leisurely pace, and soon the two arrived at the place where the crowd had gathered.
As expected, it was the yamen runners from the Jingzhao Prefecture handling the case. According to the people around, someone had drowned in the tavern.
The body was still lying in the tavern, covered with a white cloth. Judging from the bulge of the white cloth, the deceased must have been quite wealthy in life.
The tavern owner was explaining the details of the death to the constables with a worried expression, while the onlookers listened attentively.
The shopkeeper cursed his bad luck inwardly, but dared not hide the truth, and said truthfully: "Sirs, this guest has been coming to my shop to drink for several days in a row, and he often gets completely drunk. When he gets drunk, he cries incessantly, saying that his son died unjustly. Since he does not cause any trouble, I have not turned him away."
"So how did he die today?"
The shopkeeper wiped his face and said, "I was just turning around to get some wine when I saw him lying on the table asleep. That happens sometimes, so I didn't pay any attention to it. Until half an hour ago, I thought he had been sleeping for too long and wanted to wake him up, but he just fell down when I pushed him."
"My lords, everything I have said is true. There have been customers drinking in my shop during this period, and they can all testify to that."
The patrons who hadn't left yet stood huddled together to the side, and when they heard the tavern owner mention them, they reluctantly nodded in agreement: "We saw it too, the owner just pushed him and the man fell down."
"Since he comes here to drink often, do you know his name?" the head constable continued to ask.
The boss thought for a moment: "This customer seems to have the surname Ji."
Originally, Achan was just there to join in the fun, but when she heard the boss say that the deceased's surname was Ji, her expression changed.
Among the people she knew, there happened to be one surnamed Ji, whose son had recently died.
She tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her, and Bai Xiuming leaned down slightly: "What's wrong?"
Achan whispered in his ear, "Could you let me see the deceased? I might recognize that person."
"Come with me." He didn't say much, and led Achan towards the tavern.
Seeing someone trying to rush forward, the constables shouted and stepped forward to stop them. Before they got close, they saw Bai Xiuming take out a token.
The badge from the Mingjing Division made the constables stop in their tracks and bow respectfully: "Greetings, Your Excellency."
Bai Xiu nodded slightly to them: "This official would like to see the corpse."
"This way, sir."
The constable who was asking the questions quickly came over and led the way for Bai Xiuming.
He naturally saw Achan beside Bai Xiuming, but pretended not to see anything and led the two of them over.
Upon entering the tavern, the yamen runner leading the way stepped forward and lifted the white cloth covering the corpse. Ah Chan looked at the familiar face of the person lying on the ground and slowly exhaled.
"You know him?" Bai Xiuming asked.
“His name is Ji Zhuang, a relative of the Marquis of Jinyang. I met him twice before.”
"They came to cause you trouble?"
Achan shook her head: "He's not troublesome, he's a sensible person. The last time we met was just a few days ago, when he caused trouble in front of the academy because his son drowned there after drinking."
Upon hearing Ah Chan's words, several constables gathered around and listened intently.
They initially thought it would take some time to investigate the deceased's identity, but unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better, and they encountered someone who knew the deceased.
However, the adults around this girl were people they couldn't afford to offend, so they didn't dare to go up and ask questions, and could only wait on the sidelines.
Bai Xiuming knew A Chan well enough to ask immediately, "Do you think there's something wrong with his son's death?"
Achan smiled and said, "Did you know that the Marquis of Jinyang took a concubine? On the day of the concubine's taking, Ji Zhuang took his son to the Marquis of Jinyang's residence to offer his congratulations. After returning, his son died unexpectedly."
Looking at Ji Zhuang's corpse, she said softly, "We met briefly in front of the academy that day. I reminded him that the Marquis of Jinyang's mansion and the academy were suspected of the same thing. Who knew that he would die a few days later?"
Seeing that the two had actually brought up the Marquis's residence, the faces of the surrounding yamen runners changed. If this case were brought back to the Jingzhao Prefecture, the prefect would probably not be able to sleep well.
"The Marquis of Jinyang's residence..."
Although Bai Xiuming already knew A Chan's identity, the two hadn't discussed it in detail. However, he could tell that A Chan was targeting the Marquis of Jinyang's mansion, or more accurately, those who had wronged Ji Chan.
Now, only the Marquis of Jinyang remains in the Marquis of Jinyang's mansion.
When Bai Xiuming turned to look at A Chan, A Chan was also looking at him.
She hooked her finger around his and gently shook it: "Lord Bai~"
He immediately saw through Ah Chan's scheme: "You want me to take over this case?"
"So, will you answer it?"
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