Chapter 206: The Sensitive Young Master Di in Adolescence Dreams of the Beautiful Miss Xie (Part 3)
Flower shadows overlap, light as a dream; jade-like faces gracefully sway on bamboo branches.
The singing downstairs was already far away, so far that the upstairs and downstairs were no longer in the same world. Behind the taut curtains and tightly closed doors and windows, someone lit a red candle and placed it on the cabinet. The red candle made the room warm and the wine intoxicating. It seemed as if countless layers of light were shimmering, and finally leaned against the wall. It turned out to be two figures.
Xie Huailing sat down on the cabinet again, bringing the wine pot with her, but only a wine cup. Di Feijing stood in front of her, leaning slightly close to her. She picked up the wine cup, and he filled it for her. The wine just touched the rim of the cup; one more drop and it would overflow, one more drop and something would be about to spill out.
With his other hand behind her back, Xie Huailing was practically being held in his arms. This was entirely his own doing; after listening to her and placing her on the counter, his actions could be described as intuitive. Feeling him subconsciously brush against her lower back, Xie Huailing let out a soft hum.
Her free hand rested on Di Feijing's waist, tracing down his abdomen, and she said, "Where are you touching?"
Di Feijing felt somewhat apologetic, but showed no intention of withdrawing his hand. Xie Huailing's hand remained on his body; beneath the fabric, his skin was warm. He felt her hand too, but she was too cold; her hand was only cool, a stark contrast to his own coolness. It seemed as if only her breath was warm and fragrant. But these sensations were enough to keep him burning, and Di Feijing perhaps moved closer on his own.
He felt a little like holding her close.
Well, it wasn't just a little bit. Di Feijing lowered his head even further, getting closer to her face. Xie Huailing understood his intention and raised her wine glass to his lips, so that his lips were pressed against her rouge mark. This position made it very inconvenient for Di Feijing to drink, but he still opened his mouth, though he couldn't be said to be completely compliant, as his other hand had already come over.
It went smoothly. The young man was no longer so reserved and obedient. His side waist was a very dangerous position, but Xie Huailing let it go because she herself was not exactly well-behaved either.
Breathing sounds. After Di Feijing had drunk half of his wine, she took the glass back and then heard his breathing. She knew she had been a little too restless, but instead of reflecting on her actions, she blew on him.
Di Feijing tentatively pressed her down. She was clearly trying to coax him, but she seemed indifferent, neither refusing nor guiding him, and just focused on finishing the rest of the wine. Her two rosy cheeks overlapped in front of Di Feijing's eyes. Then he gently put her back, pinning her completely against the wall.
"I'll pour the wine," he said, filling the glass to the brim.
The shadows on the white wall were even more striking; under the glow of the red candlelight, they were intertwined, indistinguishable from one another, as if their tender feelings had been secretly exchanged, their disheveled hair tangled together.
Who knows if he had bad intentions that were slowly growing, or if the atmosphere was just too good, or if Xie Huailing's teaching was too good, but he still poured the wine so full that Xie Huailing, who was practically touching him, could hardly hold it steady with one hand. Her other hand was also occupied with its own tasks, making it impossible for her to hold it steadily. So, Di Feijing, understanding her situation, seized the opportunity, took her hand, and held the glass.
Xie Huailing could tell that he had been punished by kicking him with his leg. He then fed him wine and watched as the faint blush on his elegant face lingered for a long time. The wine moistened his lips, which were also a watery color.
He drank his wine, while Xie Huailing, as if discovering a new continent, took another sip. He suddenly paused, hearing her say, "She's not as thin as I thought. I thought she was the frail type..."
The sound faded away slowly, the coolness remained, but the warmth had been taken away without any obstruction, which was a good thing. The young man paused slightly, then continued drinking.
Xie Huailing chuckled, a simple laugh as his face grew increasingly red and blurry. But when Di Feijing moved his hand, she scolded him, "What are you doing? Behave yourself towards the girl."
She didn't intend to drink this cup herself, and fed it all to Di Feijing.
The wine in the flask was stronger than all the wine Di Feijing had ever been given before combined. She was indeed trying to force him to drink, and there was nothing wrong with admitting it. Even if some people knew, they would still let her force him to drink, so that half of his reason would be clouded and the rest of his thoughts would come to the surface.
Her insistence on allowing only Zhou Guan to set fires was really going too far, even excessive. Di Fei felt like a taut string. He leaned down close to her head, and as she put the cup down, his face touched hers: "I'm not doing anything, it's just a little cold, a little too cold."
"Is it just cold? What else is there? Speak up."
"..."
Di Fei was stunned into silence, so silent that his breaths mingled with hers, and he could still feel her lingering scent in his air. He finally managed to say, "...It hurts."
"If you're feeling unwell, you can just press me against the wall." She knew perfectly well what he meant, but she still wanted to tease him further. "You said you wouldn't do anything, do you even believe it yourself?"
After she finished speaking, she stared at his reaction, but still didn't refuse.
Not only did she not refuse him, she was actually bullying him.
Di Feijing's breathing could be described with another name, but for safety's sake, let's just call it breathing for now. At this moment, he called out to her, "Miss Xie."
Xie Huailing understood perfectly well, but still said, "There's no one here with that name, right? Why don't you think about what my name is? Or is it that you can only call me that? Surely not."
Then the coolness she gave him seemed to have dissipated somewhat, becoming truly free, which surprised her. She then whispered something in his ear, praising him.
Her ears turned red too, so pretty.
However, it's not surprising that both the little girl and the boy are beautiful in every way.
But despite the praise, Xie Huailing wasn't so easily forgiving. Unlike him, she didn't know if it was because she was good at restraining herself or because her quirky sense of humor could overcome all impulses. She calmly said again, "Say it again. If you're going to call me, at least say my name."
Di Fei exclaimed in surprise. Of course, he also wanted to call her more intimately. He had long wanted to change the way things were, but the distance between people was not something he could control. Today he finally had the chance. She was almost touching him, with him in front and the wall behind. Her fairy-like beauty was in his arms, although in reality the roles might be reversed.
He called out, "Miss Xie... Miss Huailing."
She asked again, "Then who are you?"
"Di Feijing." He pressed his forehead against hers, this time truly holding her tight, pulling her close again, repeating his name, "Di Feijing."
Their shadows overlapped completely, blurring and melting, and he felt as if he were melting as well. Di Fei was startled and chased after her, his lips, tinged with the smell of alcohol, moving downwards. Xie Huailing dodged to the side, harboring wicked thoughts in the confined space.
She kept her distance from him whenever he got close, and she turned him into this, yet she couldn't even get a kiss from him.
Thus, he was successfully forced onto a more proactive path. The wicked woman who had been holding the reins was finally firmly pinned down, leaving no room for maneuver. This could be considered the time he exerted more force on her, and the reward for the good boy's occasional wickedness was exactly what he wanted.
The two of them finally started to resemble each other somewhat, and a warm wish began to form.
Too perfect a development is always like a dream, but Di Feijing's dream was not so beautiful. He understood what kissing was like, so the scene became a mess, and Xie Huailing never had much time to breathe. Of course, a large part of the reason was that she still neither resisted nor guided, and then did whatever she wanted.
It was a very quiet time; in the brief moments of freedom, Xie Huailing remained silent.
This wasn't a very quiet time either. Not to mention the stage downstairs, the room wasn't exactly quiet either; there were always other sounds. The sounds seemed to be connected, never quite breaking off cleanly, lingering and inseparable, creating a rather lingering atmosphere.
Finally, Xie Huailing was the first to stop, and rightfully so. She pressed her finger to Di Feijing's lips, then wiped away her tears. She glanced at the direction of the curtain, then at the tightly closed window. Judging from the light filtering through the cracks, it was getting late. Moreover, the official documents she had brought were still on the table, not yet fully processed, which made her even more worried.
Xie Huailing urged Di Feijing, whose chill had vanished. She was truly ruthless: "Go finish my work, there's still some left."
"It will only take a little while."
"What do you mean? You're going to wait a while?"
"No," Di Fei exclaimed in surprise, "The rest of the work will only take a little while, there's no rush."
Xie Huailing found it amusing and said, "That's not your job, so you're probably not in a hurry. But I can't take it back anymore. I'm going to treat you to dinner later, so I don't have much time. Go now." She added, "This place belongs to someone else, so it's not convenient. I can't continue without work."
Di Fei shook his head, having no intention of letting go of her, and simply tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear. But he wasn't a forceful person after all, and he simply said to her, "I can treat you to dinner. I've bought this place, so don't worry about anyone else, just clear the area."
As if to confirm his words, the noise outside really did subside after he finished speaking.
It's difficult to figure out what Xie Huailing is really thinking right now. For example, no one can guess whether she's actually enjoying it, whether she genuinely feels it's not appropriate and wants to end it, or whether she's just continuing to bully him. That's how people with low moral standards are; even when things are gradually getting out of control, they'll follow their own interests, as if enjoyment is the most important thing, and only enjoyment is the most important thing.
In short, judging from the surface, she adjusted her posture, looked at Di Feijing from left to right, and was a little surprised: "Clear the area? Clear the area and then what? What exactly are you going to do, Di Feijing, Master Di, Chief Master Di?"
She called out two or three times, then, without looking around, knocked over the wine pot. The wine pot rolled over and then knocked over the red candles, causing them to fall to the ground. In an instant, only the light coming through the cracks in the doors and windows and the light filtering through the curtains remained in the room.
But that wasn't enough to illuminate anything, and Xie Huailing also said that it was getting late.
Darkness descended, and so did everything else. Her attitude had been figured out, and her voice could no longer be heard.
There were only other voices.
It was held in her mouth.
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I'm scared, don't take me down, please don't!
I'm already terrified of what kind of cuts I'll have to make when I write about Gong Jiu...
Then, some readers asked about the order of the extra chapters, so I'll explain it here: Di Feijing, Gong Jiu, Wang Lianhua, Wuqing, and Su Mengzhen.
I did everything I could to avoid being taken down.
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