Chapter 109 "Dreams are always the opposite of reality, come and kill me..."
Ji Chengning felt a chill run down his spine from Cui Yao's actions, which were half intimate and half strange.
With difficulty, he raised his fingers and rubbed them across Cui Yao's face.
My fingers got all wet from rubbing them.
"do what."
Ji Chengnin was helpless.
Cui Yao's eyelashes trembled violently, making his fingers itch.
Her hands, unable to exert any strength, slid limply to the ground, and Cui Yao lowered her head, gently pressing her face against the crook of his neck.
Tears fell, drop by drop.
Ji Chengnin's overwhelming anger had subsided considerably, and he stared blankly upwards.
He was drugged by Cui Yao, and Cui Yao even tried to "punish" him with that weird thing. How come in the end, it was Cui Yao who was crying pitifully?
"Why."
Ji Chengning spoke up.
Cui Yao remained motionless.
Ji Chengning felt as if a small, cold spring had sprung up on his neck, and tears were streaming down his face. They not only soaked his skin, but also soaked his collar, which clung to his neck. He felt uncomfortable not only physically, but also emotionally.
"Ah Yao?"
The body in her arms stirred.
Ji Chengning felt a mix of sadness and helplessness. "You first," his weak tongue gradually regained its strength, indicating that Cui Yao hadn't used a large dose of the drug. "Don't cry yet."
Cui Yao made a muffled groan in the crook of his neck.
It was impossible to tell if it was crying or laughing, but it was unusually hoarse, as if it had been ground with grit.
His skin was wet and itchy from the tears, but he couldn't scratch it. Ji Chengning hardened his heart and said, "If you don't get up, I won't marry you."
The head in the crook of the neck paused.
He raised his head slightly.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ji Chengning caught a glimpse of a pair of glistening eyes, red from the rim all the way to the corners, with teardrops glistening on their long eyelashes, making them look incredibly pitiful.
Ji Chengnin's heart skipped a beat.
He had to admit that he had fallen into his old habits again.
Lustful and wicked, the young marquis was intrigued by Cui Yao's unusual obedience. He curled his lips and said, "His Majesty said he would bestow a marriage upon me. If you keep crying, I will go to see the Emperor tomorrow and say that I regret it and that His Majesty should just arrange a marriage for me at random... Hmm!"
Before he could finish speaking, Cui Yao swiftly flipped him over.
Like handling a live fish on a chopping board, the movements were swift and decisive, requiring considerable force, revealing a ruthless and menacing air.
The tears on his neck hadn't dried yet, and the person who had just been crying uncontrollably in his arms was now pressing down hard on the back of his neck.
Slender fingers crawled across the exposed back of Ji Chengning's neck, and Ji Chengning felt a tightness in his back. He felt as if the precise tapping was like a spider crawling on his body, moving along the protruding joints.
With her other hand, she pressed down on his lower abdomen and pulled him tightly into her arms.
Cold, wet lips pressed against his neck.
Cui Yao's voice remained gentle, but Ji Chengnin detected a hint of gritted teeth in it, "Why can't you learn to be obedient?"
Ji Chengnin chuckled sullenly.
Before the laughter had even stopped, Cui Yao opened her mouth and bit down hard on the back of his neck.
It deliberately held back its strength, but its sharp teeth grazed the thin flesh, posing a great threat. The damp, cold air was palpable, making it almost like being grabbed by the neck by a wolf.
Ji Chengning shuddered as he was bitten.
Even if it doesn't hurt much, being bitten on the most vulnerable part of your body makes you instinctively wary.
My heart is pounding.
"obedient?"
Ji Chengning raised his lips, his beautiful peach blossom eyes also sparkling, "Where did you hear that? You were the one who eagerly invited me here, and to please me, you meticulously dressed up and acted like a woman. A-Yao, how can you expect me to listen to you? You're the one who should be listening to your husband. Perhaps I should divorce you another day and marry someone else... Ouch, don't bite!"
Cui Yao ignored him.
Just moments ago, I was filled with ecstasy and disbelief, but these few words easily ignited my jealousy.
It seems like I really saw the young marquis marry someone else, and not only that, he also took three or four concubines—how could Ji Chengning not do such a thing? Even if he didn't want to, there were people who would throw themselves into his arms regardless of their status!
How could he not complain?
His gaze was cold and menacing, yet a suppressed fervor emanated from him.
He wished he could swallow Ji Chengning whole, chewing up every last bone and scrap, and spitting it all out.
The marks fell down one by one.
His breathing became increasingly rapid.
A shallow bite leaves only a round red mark, while a deep bite can reveal faint traces of blood seeping out.
Ji Chengning was fair-skinned, with a slender and straight back. Looking at him, he resembled a bamboo or jade tree, exuding both strength and an air of unapproachability.
And he...
They brazenly and recklessly defiled Ji Chengning.
The shoulder blades trembled.
Cui Yao lovingly placed her fingers on it, but then, feeling it wasn't enough, she rested her chin on his lower back, her scarlet tongue slightly protruding. Snakes love warmth, so naturally, she swam in the warmest spot, mumbling, "Does it hurt?"
Ji Chengning was so angry he laughed.
"Try it and see if it hurts."
Finally, his voice suddenly faltered, and he took a slight breath.
He can endure pain, but he can't bear this kind of treatment.
“Ah Yao…”
His voice was hoarse.
Cui Yao paused, "Hmm?"
Ji Chengnin's voice sounded like a sigh, "I want to look at your face."
The hand that was wrapped around his waist paused, trembling violently as if it had received a divine decree of immortality and eternal wealth. The next moment, it hugged him tightly, their shoulder blades and chests colliding, the embrace causing a sharp pain.
Ji Chengnin was almost out of breath. "A-Yao? Cui Yao! What's wrong with you?"
When he turned back, he was greeted not by Cui Yao's gaze, but by a series of kisses.
Continuous, light, yet solemn.
Ji Chengning, who had just been covered in tears by Cui Yao, was now afraid of being kissed on the face again, so he quickly looked up and said, "A-Yao."
What, is he some kind of immortal spiritual flesh that can grant eternal life?
The way he looked at Cui Yao was terrifyingly lustful!
Just as she was about to open her mouth, her lips were captured again.
There are no obstacles.
They are as close as lips and teeth, intimately connected.
“Your Highness,” Cui Yao’s voice was like a murmur. When he looked up, his expression was both crazy and bewildered. He carefully reached out to touch Ji Chengning’s face, but as soon as he touched the skin, he felt as if he had been pricked by a needle and immediately pulled his hand away. “Chengning.”
He murmured, "Am I dreaming?"
Seeing this, Ji Chengnin took a deep breath and hesitated whether to hug him.
Cui Yao smiled cautiously and blankly, the kind of smile one has when someone has lived a solitary life and is just waking up from a beautiful dream. He hugged Ji Chengnin and muttered to himself, "How could I have such a wonderful dream?"
The young marquis had no time for his petty squabbles; he wrapped his long arm around Cui Yao and held her tightly in his embrace.
“You’re dreaming,” he scoffed. “How could you dream of someone as dashing and talented as the young marquis?”
Cui Yao nodded obediently.
If you ignore the little bit of blood still sticking to the corner of his lips, it really is very deceptive.
Overwhelmed with emotion, a thousand thoughts lingered in his throat, unable to be expressed, and he could only utter one sentence: "Chengning."
Like waking from a deep dream.
But he got what he wanted.
Ji Chengning hugged him.
Warm breath fell on Cui Yao's neck. He always hated being touched, but strangely, he felt no disgust, only peace of mind.
It seems that only by being by Ji Chengning's side can one confirm that they are still alive.
Ji Chengning reached out, his long fingers running through Cui Yao's hair, stroking it gently.
The thirst remained, but the terrifying, destructive, and malevolent aura vanished in an instant.
I don't know how much time passed.
The red candle is almost burned out.
Ji Chengnin suddenly said, "I have dreamed of you."
Cui Yao gave a soft "hmm," indicating that he was listening.
“Yes, the night before I first met you, I dreamt that you were an assassin who wanted to kill me.” Ji Chengnin frowned. In that dream, something also happened in the palace.
No wonder.
No wonder the prince's expression was so strange when he first saw him; he was both amazed and somewhat afraid.
At the time, he thought his identity had been exposed.
Upon hearing this, Cui Yao naturally took something out of his waist and handed it to Ji Chengning.
Ji Chengnin: "Huh?"
I touched it; it was long and cold. Was it a dagger?
Why did Cui Yao give him this thing?
Cui Yao's voice was soft and gentle, coaxing, "Dreams are always the opposite of reality, so come and kill me."
Ji Chengning threw the damn thing away.
"Clang!"
It crashed solidly to the ground.
Ji Chengning had given up on asking Cui Yao whether she was sick or not, although he felt it was very likely that she was, and that it was the kind of illness that was incurable, but things had come to this... things had come to this.
He suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.
Mixed with a sense of helplessness and pity.
The effects of the medicine on the young marquis had mostly dissipated, so he reached out and pinched and lifted Cui Yao's face.
Their eyes met.
His peach blossom eyes were filled with displeasure.
Cui Yao's voice was very soft, "Your Highness?"
Ji Chengning said, "I thought you would tell me that our meeting was a match made in heaven, and that our love surpassed that of countless lovers in the mortal world."
Cui Yao's eyes flickered upon hearing this.
She stared at him almost in a daze.
Ji Chengnin was still basking in the smug satisfaction of how sweet and charming his words had sounded when he was suddenly attacked.
Cui Yao was very curious.
What are the young marquis's lips and tongue made of that allow him to utter such captivating words so effortlessly?
So he wanted to try it.
...
The next day.
Both of them were young men full of vigor and passion. Although they didn't go too far, they still fooled around for half the night and woke up when the sun was high in the sky.
Ji Chengning, in a daze, found Cui Yao.
First, he touched Cui Yao's hair.
Although both men and women nowadays have long hair, it is rare to see a man with hair as long as Cui Yao's. His hair is exceptionally long and thick, like black clouds, completely covering him.
His hair wasn't completely dry yet; it felt cool and smooth to the touch. Ji Chengning's ears suddenly turned red.
They went too far, even getting Cui Yao's hair dirty, so they had no choice but to ask for a bath to wash her face and hair.
The owner of the hair, just like the hair itself, clung to his waist, unwilling to let go. "Up so early?"
Cui Yao's voice was muffled.
As is customary, a general who has won a battle should have a few days to rest. Ji Chengning is not going to the government office, so why is he getting up so early? Moreover, Cui Yao opened his eyes halfway and saw that the young marquis hadn't even put on his sleeping robe. His Adam's apple bobbed.
He tightened his arms, pulling the person even closer.
Ji Chengnin told the truth, "I have other things to do."
After these words were spoken, both of them fell silent for a moment.
Cui Yao suddenly looked up.
They had been intimate before, but they had never slept together in bed afterward. This was only once, and Cheng Ning was already tired of him.
Cui Yao felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Ji Chengning felt that Cui Yao's expression at this moment was similar to that of a fickle, promiscuous playboy who would abandon someone after getting them and then abandon them. He immediately said, "It's important business, extremely important business."
Cui Yao's voice was still a little hoarse, as if it had been injured by something hard. "Do you want me to stay with you?"
Ji Chengnin pondered for a few moments, then slowly shook his head.
Cui Yao did not force him.
He got up first, casually put on an outer robe, and took another set of brand-new clothes.
He casually tapped Ji Chengnin's shoulder, signaling him to turn around.
Why are some of my clothes on your clothes?
Ji Chengning felt his scalp tingling and an indescribable strangeness as Cui Yao served him.
Perhaps the strange thing is that others serve him because they are paid by the emperor, while Cui Yao serves him because he is willing, and his gaze is extremely focused and meticulous.
Her fingers were nimble yet icy cold, and when they brushed against his skin unintentionally, they always sent shivers down Ji Chengning's spine.
Upon hearing this, Cui Yao smiled and said, "It was stolen."
Since Ji Chengnin said he had important business to attend to, he specially chose a dark-colored and less conspicuous outfit for Xiao Hou, with a light gray outer robe over it, and several bamboo embroidered on the cuffs.
The lines are also silver-gray, and it's hard to tell if it's bamboo or bamboo shadows.
The clothes were clearly brand new.
Ji Chengning laughed.
It was half an hour later when everything was finished.
Ji Chengning hadn't eaten lunch and was about to leave when Cui Yao grabbed his sleeve.
Then, it seemed as if she cherished her clothes.
He held Ji Chengning's wrist with one hand and patiently smoothed out the wrinkles with the other.
"Your Highness."
He looked up.
Ji Chengning suddenly understood, looked up and kissed him on the lips.
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