Chapter 112 "My dear, why is your body shaking?" Wu Qining pressed Song Shiwei on the bed, and...
"Madam, why is your body shaking?" Wu Qining pressed Song Shiwei on the bed. With one hand, he grabbed her wrist, which she covered from time to time, and buckled it on the bed. With the other hand hidden on her knee, he bit her earlobe and asked.
She had already stripped off her official robe and thrown it on the ground. She was left with only a red bellyband to barely cover her body.
Song Shiwei's tightly closed eyelashes trembled, and the corners of her eyes were red and rotten, which was a bit unbearable to look at. She was still a little embarrassed to be treated like this by Wu Qining, whom she regarded as a child, and opened her lips to let her relax a little.
He was shut up by Wu Qining.
With a strange yet familiar sense of aggression between his teeth, he kissed her hard, like a trapped beast finally breaking free of the last layer of shackles, his hot breath and scorching body temperature pounced on her face. They rolled over and rubbed against each other, sucking and swallowing.
She was pressed against the bed, her hands were held, and she had nowhere to hide. Amid her broken sobs, the entangled tongues almost drowned her, sucking and biting predatorily, devouring the air in her mouth, even the gaps between her breaths were swallowed up by her.
With her body shaking uncontrollably, she pushed her hand away. Wu Qining looked up at her. His phoenix eyes were slightly tilted upward, and the narrow outlines were wrapped with a sharp edge that was intimidating without anger. The depths of his dark pupils were like two balls of quenched lava, flowing and emitting tiny sparks that seemed to ignite the surrounding air.
"Don't hide. This is a gift from me."
That face showed a strength that she had never seen on this child. No, she had seen it before. She had stood in front of the emperor countless times, looking at the emperor sitting high up, shaking his crown and unable to see his expression. At that time, she was the best expectation of the emperor she taught as a tutor. The emperor ruled the world with great majesty.
Now, she actually brought her imperial majesty to the couch and imposed it on herself, the imperial teacher.
A thin mist covered her pupils, and the figure in front of her became a blurry shadow, with the outline softened to the point of losing its edges. The tears hanging on her eyelashes were shaky and swayed gently with the frequency of her blinking.
The sea of clouds was boiling beneath her feet. She raised her neck high and gasped with sobs.
Her children are grown. Her children are...
Song Shi shivered slightly, looking at the scene in front of her with tearful eyes. Wu Qining was wearing a black dragon robe, and even though she was sweating profusely, it did not reduce her dignity in the slightest. The five-clawed golden dragon on the robe was staring at her with wide-open eyes. And the woman under her...
The scarlet official robe was thrown on the ground, not to mention the one that was crumpled into a ball and was completely useless, hanging loosely on the body as a decoration...
"Qining, don't do this... don't wear the dragon robe." Song Shiwei's struggle, which had just weakened, started again. Her bony fingers straightened and she gently grasped the hand that was clamping her wrist.
Wu Qining raised his eyebrows and glanced down at her, seeming to understand why Song Shiwei's reaction suddenly became so intense.
She covered her ears and blew hot air, murmuring, "I like to sleep like this. I have a lot of dragon robes, I can change one every day, and let the master fall asleep with different styles of dragon robes twitching."
"Besides, the Master is also very happy. Look." The slender fingers retracted, placed in front of her eyes, and smeared on her body.
Her shoulders trembled violently, and she slowly closed her eyes, but more tears flowed from them. I don't know if it was because of shame or...
"I never knew that the Grand Master loves to cry so much. He cried so much that the Yongning Palace was almost flooded. It was really unexpected..."
The kid's teasing became more and more outrageous. Song Shiwei suddenly opened his eyes, suppressing the sobs in his throat, and his pale skin under his narrow eyes turned red and eroded.
She raised her voice and called out, "Wu Qining! I am... um." She didn't have the chance to say any more after that. She was gasping for breath while grabbing the quilt with her hands with bulging veins.
When Wu Qining heard what Song Shiwei said, he was slightly stunned. The heat wave was like surging magma, surging up from the depths of his bone marrow, raging in his blood vessels.
She pulled her ankles out and leaned over to block them.
While kissing him, he said in a hoarse voice: "Master, good Master. I know what you are going to say."
"You are my tutor, the regent left to me by my mother. You are my beloved. Do you know that every time you say this, your narrow and majestic eyes and cold and tense face make me want to beat you hard..."
Her body twitched a few more times, Song Shiwei gasped heavily, bit her weird hand, her red eyes seemed to show both shame and anger.
She could see that the child in front of her had evil intentions from the beginning, and had the intention of rebelling against her superiors. He pretended to be gentle and considerate in front of her a few times, but after a few times, he showed the clues and wanted to bully her every time.
Now that she was married to him, she had completely taken off the gentle mask on her face and was no longer pretending.
The slender fingers gently hooked her tongue and stirred it a few times.
Song Shi's face flushed slightly as she looked down at Wu Qining who was observing her reaction from above. She was so angry that she wanted to bite off the finger, but in the end she couldn't bear it. She closed her eyes, raised her teeth and bit it gently a few times. It seemed like she was indulging him.
Wu Qining, who had been observing her tolerance from beginning to end, was very proud. She curled the corners of her lips and leaned over to kiss Song Shi's slightly wet hair.
Looking at the wet bedding, Wu Qining thought the time was ripe.
She carefully pulled it down, and even though her eyes were determined to get it, she still pecked at her trembling earlobe. The sound flowed into her earlobe like melted wax winding down the cartilage, swirling all the way, causing goose bumps all over her body.
She kissed away the tears from her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Madam, Master, is this okay?"
Can I see it? See the one I long for, the one I dream about...
"Yeah." With heavy breathing, Song Shiwei pursed his lips, turned his face away and buried it in the quilt, and responded softly.
"What did the Master say again? I didn't hear it clearly." Wu Qining became more and more aggressive and bit her neck which was covered with scars.
"Wu Qining, stop being unreasonable."
"Taifu, why do you keep repeating the same words over and over again? Curse more, I love to hear it."
The joke diverted her attention, and she...
"You... um." Song Shiwei's scolding voice suddenly disappeared, his eyebrows frowned, and cold sweat flowed down his temples, soaking his hair even wetter.
Her rosy cheeks turned pale, she closed her eyes, and a few tears flowed out. But she didn't say it out loud, for fear of disturbing her mood, so she just bit her lip to endure it.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Wu Qining's voice was trembling a little. She looked helplessly at Song Shiwei who was enduring it.
She knew that the tutor was weak, so she teased her several times outside before she dared.
"I...I'm going to withdraw. We're not going to do this anymore." Wu Qining sniffed, his eyes reddening.
She...she should be more cautious and not be so rash.
"It's okay, let me take a break. I'm weak to begin with, it's not your Majesty's problem, don't cry." With slightly cool fingers on her retreating wrist, Song Shiwei opened his eyes again, looked at Wu Qining gently with his sparkling eyes, and coaxed her in a low voice.
After a while, countless tiny electric currents slowly sprang up from the coccyx and swept through the whole body, as if millions of feathers were sweeping across the body. The remaining strength in the limbs dissipated like a tide, and the fingertips on Wu Qining's wrist trembled slightly uncontrollably.
She glanced at the still dazed Wu Qining with the corners of her scarlet eyes, her gaze was so straight, tingling and very tempting.
Wu Qining took a deep breath, still not confident in herself. She was a little rash in doing this, so...
She turned her gaze back to Song Shiwei, who was looking at her with a flushed face.
"Master, I'm afraid. I'm afraid you'll get hurt. Can you teach me? I'll learn from you."
"You are my tutor. A tutor with the responsibility of teaching and discipline." Wu Qining leaned over and kissed the corners of Song Shiwei's tense lips, speaking in a long and coquettish tone.
"You..." Tears slowly flowed from the corners of her red eyes, and she looked at Wu Qining, who was still motionless and just acting coquettishly towards her. Her uncomfortable body made her want to curse.
When he saw the pity in Wu Qining's eyes, he turned off his anger.
This child, like her, was experiencing this situation for the first time. How could she blame her? She was ten years younger than her and had just come of age. She was also her apprentice.
She held her wrist despite her shame. Even though her fingers were shaking, she still held it and fulfilled her teaching responsibility seriously.
Wu Qining curled the corners of his mouth slyly like a kitten, feeling that his trick had succeeded.
The Grand Tutor loves her the most. Even though she doesn't know how to do it, she has the Grand Tutor, who will definitely teach her.
Although she is not very smart, she will definitely study hard.
Inside the layers of curtains, the woman's face was flushed, and her slightly open lips uttered a few intermittent syllables that could not form a sentence.
"Qining, don't..."
The fingers that were originally on Wu Qining's wrist tightly clasped her wrist, trying hard to stop her.
Wu Qining didn't care and dragged her wrist along.
It turns out that Wu Qining learned this knowledge very quickly. He soon surpassed his teacher and successfully graduated.
"Hmm? Master, what are you talking about?"
She raised an eyebrow and pretended she heard nothing.
"Don't..." She interrupted the words before they came out with a broken sob.
"No? Do you mean you don't want to stop?" Wu Qining kissed her lips, blocking her sobs.
Wu Qining patted her back gently as her cramped body recovered after a while.
She glanced sideways and smiled at Song Shi who was panting.
"Master, you are not obedient. How can you do this without my permission, huh?"
"Then punish the Master and start over again."
A limp hand pushed her, and Wu Qining, not knowing what he was thinking, let her run under the couch.
When his limp legs touched the ground, they trembled, knocking over the equipment that Wu Qining had scattered all over the floor.
"Is this what you originally wanted to use? Let me think about it. What can you use now?"
“This one.”
"Be good, Master, open your mouth."
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