This position made Huaiyue slightly shorter than the man. As he gently lifted his eyelids, he stretched out one leg and pressed it against Song Ting's chest.
"Sir, you are truly the most shameless guest I have ever met."
Song felt a tightness in his throat.
As the two continued their back-and-forth, Huaiyue's clothes fell down even further.
The bright red shirt hung halfway on his body, making his skin appear even whiter and more delicate than jade, so much so that it was impossible to look away.
Her collarbones were deep, but her Adam's apple was very prominent. The skin covering her bones was smooth and firm, making Song Ting unable to help but imagine what it would look like with sweat falling on it.
In fact, Song Ting had seen it before, and more than once. Its appearance was so captivating and soul-devouring that it was impossible to imagine it.
The thought of it makes him want to devour the person on the spot.
He endured the pain in his chest, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He then grabbed Huaiyue's foot and took off his shoes.
Huaiyue's feet were also beautiful, even her toes were adorable.
Song Ting's Adam's apple bobbed rapidly, and intense emotions surged in her eyes.
He lowered his head and gently kissed Huaiyue's instep, his back muscles tensing up unconsciously.
Huaiyue let out a soft laugh, cupped Song Ting's face in one hand, and stroked his thin lips with her thumb.
Then, he glanced at me and gave a strange smile:
"The Commander is a good dog, but unfortunately not mine."
He pressed his lips to his, touched them lightly, and then pulled away.
Song Ting suddenly leaned down and, as Huaiyue retreated, wrapped her arms around his waist and naturally kissed him behind the ear.
The familiar scent brushed against Huaiyue's ear, and Song Ting's voice was deep and resolute:
"It's yours. I've always been my master's dog."
Five years ago, Huaiyue would have believed these words without a doubt. But now, the vow seemed like a joke, making Huaiyue laugh even through her tears.
"Sir, you are truly... utterly shameless."
Song Ting knew he didn't believe him, and didn't care whether he believed him or not. He let go of Huaiyue's hand, held his thigh, and pressed a kiss to his heart, like a silent vow.
Huaiyue, however, seemed offended. Her previously smiling face suddenly changed, and she slapped the handsome face of the Imperial Guard commander hard across the face.
"Song Ting, why don't you just die!"
Clang!
The finest chilled bird's nest was thrown at Zhou Ci'en's feet. The prefect stood trembling at the door, his face filled with horror.
He only wanted to take this opportunity to show off in front of Song Ting, but he never expected to see such a scene, and he was immediately horrified.
Even when Song Ting's gaze pierced him, he didn't react immediately and remained frozen in place.
"Didn't I say I didn't need to be served?"
With a stern face, Song Ting pulled Huaiyue into his arms, his cold eyes fixed on Zhou Ci'en.
If you ignore the clear five-finger mark on his face, the scene truly looks like a demon coming to claim a life.
Zhou Ci'en knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly: "My lord, spare my life... This humble official... This humble official was only worried that the servants were clumsy and wouldn't serve me well..."
"Alright." Song Ting lowered her eyebrows, her face full of impatience. "Make another bowl and take it to the room."
Zhou Ci'en's head was red from kowtowing, but he breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes!"
Song Ting took off Huaiyue's shoes and then personally carried her into the room.
Huaiyue leaned on his shoulder, looked up at the man's half-swollen face, and clicked her tongue softly:
"It doesn't look very good like this. I didn't have time to hit the one on the right."
Song Ting then turned her head slightly, showing him her right cheek: "Then let's fight."
Huaiyue: "..."
Huaiyue sneered, but didn't move her hand.
The room was on the second floor. Song Ting carried him to the bed, took off Huaiyue's other shoe, and then grabbed his wrist.
The latter glanced at the man with drooping eyes, asking him with her gaze what he wanted to do.
Under his gaze, Song Ting lowered her head and kissed his palm, her eyes showing concern: "Did your hand hurt?"
He was the one who got hit, yet he turned around and asked Huaiyue if it hurt. Huaiyue laughed so hard she leaned back repeatedly.
"If I call you a dog, do you really think you're a dog?"
This man had previously gained Huaiyue's trust easily through similar means, entrusting the lives of the entire royal family to him.
The man himself crushed his trust and climbed to his current high position by stepping over the corpses of his parents and brothers.
The two were clearly at odds, and Huaiyue couldn't understand how the man dared to say such things to her again.
"My lord, I have nothing left for you to deceive me about. There's no need for you to act like this."
Song Ting kissed his fingertips, her gaze as devout and fervent as it had been years ago: "I didn't mean to lie to you."
"You've already lied, don't you find it ridiculous to say such things now, sir?" Huaiyue sneered.
Song Ting's expression shifted slightly, and she repeated meekly, "I didn't mean to lie to you."
His vehement denial reminded Huaiyue of that night five years ago.
That night, the entire palace was engulfed in flames, and he was escorted by two soldiers to stand before Song Ting.
The man's face was still stained with the blood of his relatives, and his eyes were like those of a wolf, as if he wanted to devour him.
Huaiyue felt nauseous. The food he had just swallowed surged up in his stomach, and he pushed Song Ting away, bending over to vomit.
The latter's expression changed drastically, and he eagerly tried to check on his condition, but Huaiyue gently pushed him away with a palm.
Huaiyue wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, propped herself up on the bed with one hand, and glanced at Song Ting sideways:
"No need for you to worry, sir. I just feel disgusted by your face."
He deliberately emphasized the last syllable of his words, his tone contemptuous, as if he truly felt a deep disgust for Song Ting.
Despite it being a sweltering summer night, the man's voice was like the coldest wind in the dead of winter, devoid of any warmth, chilling Song Ting to the bone.
He staggered back half a step as if he couldn't bear it, and a fierce tide surged in his dark eyes.
But it was only for a very short moment, and those emotions quickly subsided into silence.
Song Ting pressed his index finger against Huaiyue's lips, his fingertip caressing them, the warmth of his finger imprinting itself on Huaiyue's slightly cool lips.
"Mingyu, I don't care if you find me disgusting or not."
Song Ting leaned closer to him, her lips following closely behind, with undisguised aggression.
"You must stay by my side until I die."
Huaiyue narrowed her eyes, as if she wanted to say something.
But Song Ting had already cupped the back of his head and kissed him deeply and fiercely, leaving him unable to utter a single word.
His dark, bright eyes were misted with a light mist from the kiss, like ripples spreading across water, with shimmering spring light pouring over them.
The touch of their lips sent a subtle shiver down Song Ting’s spine. This kiss, which hadn’t been repeated in five years, made Song Ting tremble uncontrollably.
My chest hurts so much that even breathing is difficult.
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