Chapter 29 Kisses Make Your Legs Weak
Thus, Liu Jiao was able to see his lean waist and firm, flat abdomen, outlined by his tight-fitting clothes.
Looking at him with his head held high, broad shoulders and narrow waist, looking down at her, Liu Jiao's lips pressed into a tight line.
She swallowed hard, her eyes wide with shock.
Sang Ji is going to...
Are you going to consummate your marriage with her?
Forget-Worry Gentleman, Uncle!
My niece is a success!
The next moment, Sang Ji covered her exposed legs with his outer robe.
His expression was calm, without a trace of lust.
The outer robe drew a sharp arc in the air, carrying a cool breeze that sent chills down Liu Jiao's spine.
Sang Ji withdrew.
"Don't catch a cold," he said.
Liu Jiao felt a lightness in her body, and the spring water and excitement in her eyes suddenly stopped.
Liu Jiao: "..."
ah? !
"You..." Liu Jiao wanted to speak, but Sang Ji stopped her before she could finish.
"I have other matters to attend to and will be away for a month. I've come today to say goodbye."
"For the next month, you will stay obediently in the Sang residence, and I will have Wangyou Jun keep a close eye on you."
"Um...oh, okay, okay." Liu Jiao was embarrassed. "I know..."
Sang Ji nodded distantly in acknowledgment.
He left the enchanting red-curtained bedroom without a trace of cloud, his steps steady and composed.
As soon as he left, Liu Jiao's face turned bright red.
What is she thinking?! What is she fantasizing about?!
She was just thinking that if Sang Ji took off his outer robe, would he, like Wangyoujun had said, "execute her on the spot"?
Who would have thought that Sang Ji took off his outer robe just to cover her legs!
They are so bright, noble, upright, and kind.
They even politely said, "Don't catch a cold!"
It makes it seem like she's always thinking "hehe haha".
Liu Jiao was numb, completely numb.
She lay paralyzed on the bed, utterly despondent.
The incense ball on the ceiling swayed, and Liu Jiao's eyes followed the swaying, becoming confused.
Even under these circumstances, Sang Ji remained unmoved.
Is it really as Wangyoujun said, that he just hates her too much...?
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During the month that Sang Ji was away, Liu Jiao, who was originally full of dejection, was eating and drinking in Huajing and having a great time.
With Wangyoujun, a gourmand, as his companion, he would either eat roasted mutton in Xiaohelizi at Baifanlou, buy a plate of lotus duck skewers at Zhouqiao Night Market, or enjoy refreshing drinks at a beverage shop, or chat with various ladies at Beishanzi Tea House. His days were truly delightful.
Liu Jiao was rather naive; she had been indulging in fun all month and had long forgotten about Sang Ji, who was far away in Mingzhou.
On this sweltering summer day, Liu Jiao and Wangyoujun spent the whole day out shopping, both drenched in sweat.
Her clothes were completely soaked and clung tightly to her back.
There was no curfew in Huajing City, so I strolled around until nightfall, the moonlight as bright as silk.
After parting ways with Wangyoujun, she planned to go home and rest.
She held a box of pickled papayas she had just bought from the Zhouqiao Night Market and placed it on the wooden board of the bathtub.
With a romantic storybook in her left hand, she reads tales of unfaithful scholars being thrown off cliffs by fairies, while stuffing a cool papaya into her mouth with her right. One bite leaves a lingering fragrance on her lips and teeth, a sweet, sour, and crisp sensation.
Before long, Liu Jiao emerged from the bath, dried herself off, and put on a cool, moon-white gauze undergarment. She had also finished eating a box of papayas.
The night was still long, and she planned to read by lamplight, eager to reach the scene where the scholar was thrown off a cliff.
He then lit a tinderbox, lit a candle, and went back to his bedroom alone with the sketchbook.
She sat cross-legged on the bed, her back to the door, and unknowingly became engrossed in watching.
So much so that they didn't notice the candle flame suddenly flicker.
She was biting her finger, watching the demon being chased by the Taoist priest, her heart pounding with tension—
Her head was suddenly turned to the right, and a rough, bony hand lifted her drooping face, covering most of it.
The irresistible force drew her closer to him, making her unable to resist facing him.
This large hand, though clearly belonging to a rough and brute, softened its grip at this moment, gently and tenderly caressing Liu Jiao.
Before Liu Jiao could react, her clear, watery eyes still held the anxious look of worry, even a hint of confusion, when her lips were sealed with a kiss.
Before she could react, Liu Jiao's eyes were still open, and she saw the person who had come.
Sang Ji's slightly red and familiar phoenix eyes met hers directly.
At this moment, Sang Ji's eyes were hazy and misty, and he gently closed her eyes with his hand.
Then, the hand that was on her cheek continued to climb up until it gripped the back of her hair before stopping.
His black hair, like mist, spilled through his fingers. His dark eyes lowered slightly, landing on the woman's lips, which were slightly moist.
Sang Ji slightly pulled away, glanced at the girl's slightly dizzy face from the kiss, and lightly touched her luscious upper lip with his pale lips.
He paused for only a moment, giving the person in front of him no chance to react, and then kissed him faster, fiercer, and more forcefully.
Teeth colliding.
Liu Jiao winced in pain. Seeing that she was hurt, Sang Ji's eyes flickered, and his tall body leaned forward a few more times.
This kiss was different from the light and subtle one on Sang Ji's wedding day.
This kiss was filled with longing and cherishment.
This is something Liu Jiao did not perceive.
And so it went, sometimes quiet, sometimes passionate. After an unknown amount of time, Liu Jiao, exhausted from the kisses, leaned against his chest, and only then did Sang Ji release her.
Sang Ji was slightly out of breath, and a rare touch of softness and light red appeared on the boy's usually cold and stern face.
He lowered his gaze, his calm eyes fixed on Liu Jiao, and asked:
Do you understand what I mean?
Understand what?
Liu Jiao is carefree; she's just a country girl who has never experienced the turmoil of the imperial court and aristocratic families, so she doesn't understand Sang Ji's riddles at all.
"Have you been drinking?" Liu Jiao sensed the smell of alcohol when she was kissed.
She thought Sang Ji was just drunk and talking nonsense.
Upon hearing this, Sang Ji finally gave her a proper look.
Liu Jiao didn't understand at that glance.
Sang Ji thus got a clear look at Liu Jiao's appearance and features.
Suddenly, he seemed to come to his senses.
Sang Ji remained silent, withdrew his gaze, and walked away.
Liu Jiao was confused.
But as Sang Ji turned to leave, she saw a delicate little object slip from Sang Ji's sleeve—
A hibiscus flower purse.
Liu Jiao's lips were still numb, and her legs were still a little weak when she picked up the hibiscus flower purse.
She kept wondering to herself with delight if Sang Ji also liked her a little.
Otherwise, why would the first thing he did after not seeing her for a month was to kiss her?
According to Wangyoujun, this is the involuntary emotion men feel when they love someone.
On their wedding night, Sang Ji kissed her once and then left. It wasn't that he disliked her; he must have had something else to do.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have kissed her for so long today, which is quite unusual.
She picked up the hibiscus flower purse.
Feeling the lingering warmth of the mulberry tree, a genuine smile and sweetness appeared on her face.
He had a particularly silly smile, and his teeth were very white.
When she was about to send it to Sang Ji, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the words embroidered on the bottom of the purse.
Liu Jiao was stunned.
The embroidery on it is simple and neat—
fox.
"fox".
The woman beside Sang Ji had this character in her name.
Only the Crescent Fox.
Liu Jiao loved and was extremely skilled at embroidery, so she naturally knew what it meant when a man hid a woman's purse in his sleeve.
A sudden, inappropriate suspicion arose in Liu Jiao's mind.
Could it be that Sang Ji's unusual kiss this time was due to alcohol, causing him to mistake her for someone else...?
After all, how could it be that after not seeing her for a month, he went from disliking kissing her to cherishing her and being unable to resist?
Sang Ji.
perhaps.
Because he was drunk, he couldn't recognize people clearly.
They mistook her for Princess Crescent Fox.
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