Chapter 60: Her coquettishness seemed to be like countless young snakes flicking their tongues and licking her…
Slow, leisurely words, tinged with amusement, drifted in through the crack in the door. Jiang Yingyun immediately withdrew her hand from the door latch, as if some ferocious beast were standing behind it.
How could Meng Langjun say such a thing in broad daylight... Jiang Yingyun's heart pounded, her mind went blank with embarrassment. She looked at Le Jin on the bed and saw that her pretty face was turned away angrily, as if she didn't care, but her exposed ears were already as red as ripe shrimp.
Yesterday she asked Le Jin, and the answer she got was indeed that the couple had quarreled. Normally she shouldn't interfere in other people's business, but now that Meng Langjun had braved the heavy snow to come after her, even if he was angry, he should have calmed down by now, right?
Jiang Yingyun smiled at Le Jin as if in negotiation, "I have to go out and shovel snow. If you won't let him in, you have to let me out, right?"
Upon hearing this, Le Jin knew that she was pleading for Meng Shutai. She wanted to stop her, but then she thought, what if Meng Shutai climbed in through the window later?
He may be shameless, but she is!
After staring angrily at the wooden door for a while, Le Jin finally nodded, but then she jumped off the bed, quickly went over to grab the broom behind the door, and took Jiang Yingyun's arm: "Come on, I'll sweep with you."
"Hey, hey, hey..." Jiang Yingyun's eyes widened, momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Baoyin, standing beside her, had her brows furrowed in a deep knot. Last night, the three of them had slept in one bed, and even she was suffering from back pain. How could her wife possibly stay here for long?
Bao Yin secretly regretted her words that had angered her wife and son-in-law. She snatched the broom from Le Jin's hand and eagerly dragged Jiang Yingyun along, saying, "Wife, you don't need to go. I'll go with you to sweep the snow!"
After saying that, he pushed the door open, and a cold wind carrying snowflakes hit their faces, but the person in front of the door remained unmoved.
"Young master, our lady is inside..." Bao Yin was too guilty to look up. She turned aside to avoid Meng Shutai, grabbed Jiang Yingyun, and ran outside. But just as she passed him, she felt a gaze with the force of a thousand pounds fall on her, which made her feel cold all over.
The small door was closed and then latched shut with a "click". Meng Shutai frowned slightly. The room was so cold, with only the residual warmth of the fire, almost the same as outside.
He turned to look at Le Jin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She had just gotten up, and her long, black hair, which she hadn't yet combed or styled, hung smoothly down her back, swaying as she turned her back in a huff. Her hands, resting on her knees, were slowly rubbing together, whether out of unease or coldness. One foot was half-wearing a shoe, dangling from the ground, while the other was bare.
She didn't speak or look at him; the room was eerily quiet. Meng Shutai lowered his eyes, hiding a smile, took off his fox fur cloak and draped it over his arm, lifted the hem of his cloak with one hand, and knelt down.
Le Jin heard a dull rustling sound of fabric, glanced in the direction of Meng Shutai out of the corner of her eye, and her heart skipped a beat.
He wore a light blue, fitted robe, which, when the cloak was removed, revealed him to be extremely thin, like a fleeting wisp of smoke. The robe fell to his knees, layered elegantly, but his kneeling posture carried a strong sense of humiliation... His knees touched the ground as he inching towards her. He held the cloak in his arms, not supporting himself on the ground, but his head was bowed, his neck and back slightly bent, utterly subservient.
He really is crawling over!
Le Jin's hair stood on end. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Meng Shutai, hitting him squarely in the chest.
"Are you crazy! Get up!"
However, the pillow was pushed aside by Meng Shutai's knees, and he continued crawling as if in worship, devoutly asking in a low voice, "I've crawled in, is Ajin happy?"
The room was small, only a dozen steps from the door to the bed. After Meng Shutai finished speaking, he was already kneeling by the bed, looking up at her with a dazed expression.
His eyes were filled with a sorrow as deep as water. He didn't say anything more, but draped his cloak over Le Jin's legs and carefully wrapped her up.
Le Jin's cheeks flushed red, both angry and anxious. She kicked Meng Shutai through her cloak. "It's clearly you who went too far, so why do you always act like I'm the bad guy?!"
Because I must drag you into my fiery hell, refine your soul and essence, and fuse them into my heart and marrow...
Meng Shutai bit his lower lip, his hand pressing on the spot where he had been kicked. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes, which quickly turned into a flattering apology.
“Shutai knows he was wrong. You can hit or scold Ajin as you please, but this place is really shabby, and you will get sick.”
A pair of jade-like hands reached into the cloak, grasped Le Jin's ankles, and helped her put on her half-slippery shoes. However, when that hand held Le Jin's other bare foot, and the warm palm seamlessly pressed against her delicate curves, Meng Shutai suddenly changed direction, lifting that foot and offering it to his chest.
From the moment he touched her ankle, Le Jin felt extremely uncomfortable. Now, her soles were pressed against his cool, smooth, fine fabric, and the faint vibrations of his heartbeat pounded against the soles of her feet, like countless young snakes flicking their tongues and licking her...
Le Jin felt nauseous and immediately pulled her foot back, but Meng Shutai held on tightly and refused to let go. He appeared to be kneeling humbly, but in reality, he was ruthlessly imprisoning the girl on the bed.
"This madman!" Le Jin cursed him angrily, "What exactly do you want?!"
"Let's go home, I miss you so much."
He spoke softly and gently, as if Le Jin were a handful of incense ash that could be blown away with the slightest effort.
Le Jin couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. She had only been gone for one night...
The thought of going back to sleep on that bed where the bells rang all night made Le Jin feel a lump in her throat. She wanted to cry but couldn't, and she felt endless hatred. She glared at Meng Shutai, who was putting on that pitiful look again, which made her even angrier. She couldn't help but slap him.
Stop pretending!
The slap was neither too hard nor too soft; the blush on Meng Shutai's fair, jade-like cheek vanished almost instantly, leaving no trace. He licked the corner of his slightly upturned lips with his tongue and suddenly grabbed Le Jin's hand, which she hadn't had time to pull back.
What happened?
His gaze lingered on the small red streaks left by Le Jin when she served the soup last night.
"It burned me..." Le Jin suddenly felt something strange on her hand and stopped speaking abruptly.
Meng Shutai's eyelashes trembled slightly as he held her hand close to his lips, his soft, pale red tongue pressing against the wound, gently sucking and rubbing it. The warm, moist tenderness of his mouth instantly ravaged Le Jin's body, just like the biting wind and snow outside, sweeping across the sky and earth.
Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably; this hand had just slapped him...
"Does it still hurt?"
Le Jin shook her head hastily, decisively pulled her hands into her bosom, and hugged them tightly.
Meng Shutai had just licked the back of her hand, and now her lips were glistening, as beautiful as if they were coated with a layer of honey and starlight.
"Shall we go home then?"
He was like a ball, impossible to kick or hit away; all the force Le Jinshi gave him was reflected back at her.
Sigh... The mission isn't finished yet, and no matter how unwilling she is, she has to go back to his side first. But going back like this would be too stifling!
Her mind raced, and Le Jin hugged herself and shrank further into the bed, murmuring, "Promise me one thing, and I'll go back with you."
Meng Shutai's eyes glistened for a moment. "What are your requirements?"
Looking towards the wooden door, Le Jin straightened her back and said solemnly, "Make the Prince of Zhennan give up on marrying his sister to Yuan Jingming."
On the palace road, Meng Shutai managed to infuriate Xie Xianheng to the point of glaring and bristling, and even secretly plotted against him. To help the male and female leads overcome their difficulties, Le Jin decided she would have to rely on Meng Shutai.
She could see that Jiang Yingyun's condition was extremely dangerous, teetering on the brink of collapse at any moment. Since she had already altered the course of Yuan Jingming and the princess's encounter, she might as well go all the way and make the most of her transmigration into the book. If the system issued any warnings, she could simply use some mission points to rectify them.
Le Jin sat on the bed and saw that Meng Shutai, who was kneeling, suddenly froze. After letting out a soft sigh, he actually rested his head on her knees.
Are you still resentful that I didn't lend a helping hand back then?
"Why do you always go to so much trouble for others but never spare me any attention..."
Le Jin didn't hear the last sentence clearly, but she saw Meng Shutai's thin lips moving as he muttered something. She nudged him with her knee, "If you help them this time, all the previous debts will be wiped clean."
Of course, the first task Le Jin was referring to was one where he promised to help but cheated her out of her money, and she would not forgive him for killing her.
But Meng Shutai was clearly overthinking it; her bright, sparkling eyes curved like the moon.
“Okay.” He extended his little finger and made a pinky promise with Le Jin. “It’s a deal.”
But the next moment, the man's eyes suddenly shifted, and his expression became hesitant: "But what if Ah Jin lies to me again? I'm already scared of you lying to me..."
Turning the tables! This person is adept at turning black into white. Who is lying more to whom?
Le Jin said irritably, "Then what do you suggest we do?"
Meng Shutai smiled like a spring blossom on a branch, as if the ice in the stream had just melted. His fingers had somehow brushed against Le Jin's hand, tracing the back of her hand with a barely perceptible force.
“No trouble at all… If Ah Jin is lying to me, I’ll just take off my undergarments and let Shu Tai bite my heart.”
Last time she was fast asleep, which made it easier for Meng Shutai to do things, but afterwards he always felt that something was missing.
If Le Jin could take off her clothes and watch him bite and lick those soft, fluffy mounds of snow... a strange, tingling sensation would run down Meng Shutai's spine, making his heart beat wildly.
"You!" Le Jin's lips parted wide and then contracted again, speechless with shock at Meng Shutai's lewdness! She grabbed his shoulders with both hands and pushed him back desperately: "Pah! You scoundrel!"
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Meng Shutai simply combed Le Jin's hair into a bun, then carefully tied the fox fur cloak around her body before leading her out the door.
Not far outside the door, amidst the swirling snow, Bao Yin leaned against a pine tree, hands tucked into her pockets, lost in thought. Some distance away, Jiang Yingyun held an umbrella over Yuan Jingming, watching him diligently sweep the snow, taking advantage of her excuse of coming out to open the door.
"Yingyun, don't be afraid. With me here, your house won't be snowed in all winter." Yuan Jingming's nose was red from the cold, making him look like a smiling snowman.
"I brought a lot of things for you in my carriage. Go and see if you like them later."
"With the heavy snow falling now, it's difficult for Uncle Zheng to move around. How about we take you to settle in the south after the New Year and spring?"
Yuan Jingming talked on and on. He was always very talkative when they were together, like a chattering sparrow.
As he was talking, he somehow managed to take Jiang Yingyun's hand.
“Yingyun, my marriage to Princess Zhaode is a fabrication. In this life, I will only recognize you as my wife.”
In the freezing snow, the person before him was warm and sincere, just like when they first met many years ago. With just a simple sentence, "My cousin has done all sorts of evil deeds, I'm going to teach him a lesson," he rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward to dig a hole with her...
What an absurd yet heartwarming childhood.
Jiang Yingyun felt a sharp pain in her heart, her vision blurred with tears, and she heard some noises behind her. She turned around and saw Le Jin and Meng Shutai. Le Jin saw her and waved from afar.
"I'm going back!"
She bounced around, full of life like a little child.
Yes, why not give it your all? You've come this far, you should at least see what spring looks like next year.
Jiang Yingyun blinked, dispelling her tears, and gave Le Jin a big smile, watching her get into the carriage with Meng Langjun's help.
Le Jin got into the car and released Meng Shutai with her burned hands.
Meng Shutai's eyes darkened. He lowered the carriage curtain to keep the wind and snow from blowing on her, but he didn't go in. Instead, he stayed outside for a while and whispered something to the servants accompanying him.
"Once the weather clears up, burn this place down."
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Author's Note: Meng Shutai: If my wife hits me, I'll lick her hand!
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