Chapter 55 Chapter 55 I fell in love with you at first sight.
They jumped into the room through the half-open window.
There were few guests in the tavern; most of them had gone out to play on the street, and there was silence inside and outside the bedroom.
The air was filled with the aroma of light fruit and malt liquor.
Su Cheng came out of the man's arms, stumbled a few steps, and fell on the mattress covered with a blanket.
There was no light in the house. The lights and moonlight outside the window were blocked by the gauze curtains, and the light shone dimly into the dim room.
The black-haired young man leaned forward, his beautiful shoulders and back outlined by light and shadow, and his long braids slid down from his waist.
The dancer's body looks strong and sharp, and every curve of the muscle is full of vitality.
Su Cheng reached out and pulled his hair, untying his braids. The exquisite hairpins fell to the ground with a clang, and the seaweed-like curly hair also floated away lightly.
She looked up at the beautiful face, felt the fragrance and the tickling feeling of the hair brushing against her neck.
The young man supported himself on her side with one hand, and the taut muscles of his forearm rubbed against her hot cheek, feeling like a cold-forged steel bar wrapped in silk.
Su Cheng's body temperature was getting higher and higher, and he felt that the heat from the other person's body was also fading away and becoming cool.
She tilted her head, "...That's what I said, but I've cultivated a strange kind of fighting spirit."
The man seemed to laugh, "Hmm?"
"Well, it requires me to do things with people on a regular basis."
Su Cheng tried hard to use his brain, which was about to burn, "Just like this, and it may also cause a small amount of your fighting spirit to be lost——"
She whispered, "But there's no other problem. It's just like using a few combat skills. After they're used up, they'll recover on their own after a while, you know."
"Okay," he said, seeming to find this quite amusing. "I see. Anything else?"
Su Cheng thought for a second.
The young man lowered his head, his soft hair brushed against her earlobe, his smooth chin rested against her collarbone, and he began to nibble gently on her jaw.
"And then—"
Su Cheng raised his head slightly, "I have to lie down the whole time."
He seemed to want to laugh again, but he suppressed it. "...Is this also a requirement for your fighting spirit training posture?"
"Yeah," Su Cheng lied with his eyes open, "Anyway, my back can't leave the bed."
Judging from the heat on the back, the pattern must be very bright now. It is so dark in the room that you can probably see it even with clothes on.
Fortunately, her temporary partner was very tactful and agreed immediately without asking any questions.
Su Cheng tore open his clothes, and the chest that his fingertips touched was like a frozen lake in winter, smooth and cold, with strong and flexible muscles, and full of elasticity when his palms rolled over it.
Especially since she's still hot.
It feels even happier to touch.
She traced the grooves between the textures and reached up to touch the hanging necklace. The cold jade had sharp edges and trembled slightly when her fingertips pressed against it.
As they got closer, Su Cheng smelled more incense and alcohol on the fabric.
It is not a smelly bitterness, but a sweet floral and fruity fragrance.
She couldn't help but open her mouth, hold the dangling necklace pendant, hold the bright red jade between her teeth, rubbing and licking it carefully.
The coolness spread between the lips and teeth, with a hint of mineral taste. Under the crushing of the lower edge of the canine teeth, one can vaguely feel the expanding hardness of the pendant.
Her teeth scraped across the gem's facets and the metal relief around the base, then licked the intricate and precise lines repeatedly.
The silver chain was shining with water.
The man's chest vibrated slightly, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if he was groaning, but it also sounded like laughter.
He kissed her collarbone, then her heart, pressing his cheek against her ribs, his breath brushing against the trembling necklace.
“…Is this a necklace?”
He tilted his head in confusion. "It looks a bit—"
"No." Su Cheng took a breath, "That's not it, it was originally a bracelet, I hung a chain on it and wore it around my neck."
Her tone faltered for a moment. "I'm a mercenary, after all. Things I wear on my hands are easy to fall off, and even if I can find them, it's troublesome."
"I see," the man chuckled. "I think this must be something very important."
Su Cheng nodded slowly.
"Um……"
His fingertips slid down her collarbone, gently hooked it, and lifted the chain that was twisted like bone.
Then he touched the polygonal pyramid in the middle of the bracelet and tapped the crystalline shell with the tip of his fingernail, causing the flame inside to expand.
His movements were very slow, his smooth fingertips rubbing repeatedly, occasionally scratching and pressing with his fingertips, as if trying to pry open the gap in the chain.
Su Cheng couldn't help but pull his hair hard. Numbness and swelling spread up one after another, and his heart was beating fast in pleasure.
"Oh my God, dear—"
The man held her hand helplessly and said, "If you want them, just tell me. I can give you some. Don't be so rude."
Su Cheng: “…”
The curtains beside the bed fell down due to the collision, completely blocking out the dim light outside. The darkness amplified all the senses, and hearing seemed to be more sensitive.
She heard faint singing and flute sounds coming from the street, as well as the laughter of young people, weaving a sticky web in the humid air.
Then lock them in this small place.
Her nails dug into the cool, smooth skin of his lower back, slid back along his flank, across the firm lines, and landed on the leather straps.
Su Cheng tried to untie those things, but he didn't understand how they were tied, so he could only pull them randomly, and finally broke them apart.
A muffled laugh echoed in my ears.
The man bit her earlobe very gently, almost like a lingering kiss, "...You are so cute, maybe we should have met earlier."
Su Cheng hummed and kissed him, "It's not too late now. Speaking of this, I don't know yet--"
His powerful hands brushed away her hair, and he put his arms around her waist, lifting her up.
Su Cheng: “!”
Su Cheng: "I can't——"
"Isn't it memorized?" He smiled, "I still remember it."
Then he continued to push, causing her waist and hips to hang in the air, her ankles resting on his shoulders. Su Cheng felt her ankles rubbing against her hair, the silky curls pressing against her skin. "Uh, is this position really okay?"
"Relax."
He touched her knees, turned his head to kiss the girl's calves, and at the same time opened the buckles, watching the soft fabrics fall off, revealing her fair skin.
"I won't let you get hurt, darling."
"You better be, because I've never really tried this—"
The voice stopped abruptly.
The thrown belt hit the sofa, and the cold metal buckle hit the cushion and squeezed into the narrow and tight gap.
The coffee table was shaken, and the beer swayed and spilled, soaking the cushions and leaving a dark mark.
The back of her head pressed into the soft pillow.
The humid air seemed to be shaken into ripples, spreading outward bit by bit.
Su Cheng heard her own frantic heartbeat, which was pounding wildly. The rhythm was unpredictable, and every change made her tremble.
She grabbed the sheets and even kicked the bedpost. The sticky collision sound was particularly clear in the quiet room.
“Oh my God—”
Su Cheng raised his hand to cover his forehead, and sweat dripped down, wetting all the hair by his ears.
She felt like she was suspended by spider silk, with most of her body hanging in the air. Her posture was unstable and she felt very insecure.
But that strong sense of stimulation is also extremely comfortable.
The man tilted his head in the darkness, and placed a cool kiss on his ankle. He then gently sucked on the raised lines of his ankle. "How is it?"
Su Cheng: "...Honestly, it's great, but it suddenly occurred to me that you don't have to go back to dance? Does this count as skipping class?"
The man laughed. "No, I believe someone will take over my job, and now I just need to serve you, my dear."
"Wow," Su Cheng said with mixed emotions, "I thought you fell in love with me at first sight."
"Maybe a little?" The man paused. "I do like you, from the first moment I saw you."
As he spoke, he pressed down hard on the mattress, his fingers sinking completely into the soft down. The wooden bed let out a dying whine from the collision, and all four legs were shaking.
Su Cheng couldn't help but shout out.
She leaned back, and the back of her head even hit the bed, and fine pieces of wall powder fell down.
This slight feeling was not even painful, and she was still immersed in the pleasure of rushing upwards.
The man sighed softly, raised his hand to wipe the girl's sweaty forehead and brushed away the powder from the corners of her eyes. "Sorry, for everything."
"... I believed it," she gasped. "You were looking at me while we were dancing, but I thought, I thought—"
Su Cheng grabbed the strong wrist and touched the strings of silver rings, which were silent in the darkness.
"Because I look better than the people around me..."
This is actually a self-deprecating euphemism.
She knew full well that it wasn't usually a matter of "a little bit."
"Not because of that," he said softly, "I don't pay much attention to people's appearance."
Su Cheng: "...Really?"
She actually didn't really believe this.
Although things are not absolute and there may really be such people in the world, she feels that they should be quite few.
"So you just happened to see, um, someone in the crowd. Well, I don't want to brag, but if I say this I'm bragging."
She said groggily, "You know what I mean, right? You just happen to have your eye on someone who's prettier than everyone else?"
The man started laughing again, "Well, okay..."
As she took a quick breath, the man leaned over, stretched out his arms, picked up the flat pillow, and placed it upright in front of the bed.
"Sometimes our fate is made up of countless coincidences." He whispered, "I didn't believe it before, because probability is a force that can be controlled-"
Su Cheng was stunned for a moment.
How come he suddenly became a philosophical riddler?
"But what happened later made me feel that there are some things in this world..."
She was hearing less and less.
Su Cheng was about to speak, but he bit the bed sheet to suppress his sobs.
She thought of a blacksmith striking a red-hot anvil, with such warmth and force that the sound of the blows echoed across the table again and again.
A silent torrent exploded in the spine, as if the thawing glaciers in spring were melting, and millions of ice floes shattered, and snow-like and hail-like powder flew everywhere.
Her senses stretched into countless threads, driven by the force of the anvil's impact, entwining, tightening, and then breaking in extreme vibrations.
All kinds of magical images flashed before Su Cheng's eyes.
It seemed as if thousands of blurry faces were staring at her in the void.
They have different facial features and bone structure, and at this moment they express different emotions: joy, sadness, anger, grief—
She suspected it was an illusion caused by staring at the darkness for a long time, and then she heard the sound again.
...They should be elemental elves.
Su Cheng thought so. Elemental mages sometimes enter into sudden concentration, and even if he didn't try to capture it deliberately, he could still feel it.
"Oh my God," she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, "this is really-"
The man took her other hand in the dark.
Su Cheng closed his eyes and didn't see that the scales and gavel marks on his right hand were flashing, reflected in his strange purple eyes, like broken golden ripples.
She felt him kiss her palm.
Then the bed curtains were drawn back, and the dark-haired man stood up and gracefully backed out of bed.
His clothes had been torn into a mess, and his lean and sturdy body was exposed in the moonlight, with every inch of his skin gleaming with a warm luster like pearls and jade.
Those enchanting and seductive purple eyes were looking at her gently, as if they wanted to suck her into an endless whirlpool.
He turned lightly, bent down and stood on the window frame, stepping on the broken cold moonlight, with his black hair flowing like a waterfall behind his waist.
Even though his clothes were disheveled and there were still red marks on his chest and abdomen, his beauty was not damaged at all. He looked like an illusion that had walked out of a dream.
Su Cheng sat up, "...What's your name?"
The man looked at her and smiled. "I have many names."
Su Cheng hesitated, "Then at least give me one."
She was now awake and began to feel that the other person's voice was familiar again.
But it's not the kind of familiar one that you hear often, but rather one that you may have only heard once or twice, and which left some impression on you because of the pleasant and distinctive voice.
The man tilted his head slightly, "...maybe next time."
"Wait," Su Cheng couldn't help but call out to him, "Is that you, Your Highness? Did you come to see me specially?"
The man looked at her softly and said, "My dear, you can call me whatever you like, and I am indeed here to see you."
He paused. "I'll be watching you the whole time. I hope you enjoy this game."
Then he jumped out of the window.
Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, then ran over.
She thought she was very fast, but when she reached the window, there was no one on the street outside, only the light of a burning bonfire in the distance.
Su Cheng stared at the empty street and then looked at the surrounding rooftops, but still didn't see anyone.
Until suddenly a tall figure appeared below.
The man raised his head and looked towards the third floor of the tavern, his eyes meeting the naked girl standing in front of the window.
Su Cheng: "...Captain?"
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