Songfeng as a witness to the first kiss
Ever since that day when Master Luo approved our marriage in the quiet room, Yiqing's treatment of me has become increasingly different. His previously restrained demeanor gradually revealed a palpable intimacy, and every glance we exchanged was filled with unspoken tenderness.
That afternoon, he led me to a secluded, rarely visited valley in the back mountains. It was midsummer, but the valley was pleasantly cool. Old pines, twisted and canopied, cast dappled light and shadows. A clear spring gurgled over bluestone, splashing tiny drops of water.
"I discussed this with Master the day before yesterday, and the ceremony of reunification will be held at the end of the month." He gently brushed away fallen leaves from the bluestone. "If you think of anything you need these days, please let me know."
I sat down beside him, my fingertips unconsciously tracing the wet moss on the stone. "Keep it simple. Having you here is the best."
He turned to look at me, his gaze as gentle as the spring water flowing beneath his feet. A pine breeze blew past, and a few strands of dark hair brushed against his handsome face, glistening softly in the sunlight. I noticed a tiny pine needle stuck in his hair, and naturally reached out to brush it away.
When our fingertips were about to touch, he gently grasped my wrist.
The valley suddenly became utterly silent, with only the gurgling of a spring and the rustling of pine trees. His palms were warm and dry, but his gaze was even hotter, fixed on my face for a long time. Those usually cool eyes now surged with an emotion I could understand: a fiery, focused gaze.
"Luanyin." He called very softly, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility of the moment. "These days, I often think of how you looked when you first came."
I stared at him, letting him hold my hand. His thumb gently stroked my wrist, bringing a subtle shiver, as if an electric current ran through our touching skin.
"Back then, you played 'Ten Sides of Ambush' on a street corner in Yuncheng. The music was melodious, but your eyes were filled with panic and stubbornness." He leaned forward slightly, and the faint scent of pine rose in the air, blending with the fresh scent of spring water. "Now these eyes..."
He paused, then gently stroked my cheek with his other hand. His fingertips were calloused with years of practice, yet the touch was incredibly gentle, as if he were touching some fragile treasure.
"Now, those eyes are filled with me."
The possession and cherishment in his words made my heart throb. I looked at his face so close to me, and his deep eyes reflected my figure clearly, leaving no room for anything else.
Before I could finish my words, his presence was already close at hand. I subconsciously closed my eyes, my eyelashes trembling slightly, and felt a soft touch gently on my lips.
At first, it was just a touch, as light as a butterfly's wing brushing against a flower petal. His lips were slightly cool, with the crispness of a mountain spring, but they quickly warmed the moment we touched. This tentative kiss was brief, and just as he was about to pull away, I, for some unknown reason, followed him.
He was visibly startled, then deepened the kiss. Unlike the previous attempts, this one carried an unmistakable possessiveness, yet he restrained his intensity, fearing to offend me. The crisp scent of pine lingered between my lips and teeth, along with his distinctive osmanthus scent, blending into a unique and comforting aroma.
I responded awkwardly, my hands unconsciously clenching his shirt. He pulled me closer, his palm firmly supporting the back of my neck. This position completely enveloped me in his presence, and in a trance, I felt that the only sounds in the world were our intertwined breaths and our increasingly rapid heartbeats.
His kiss gradually became more lingering, no longer content with a superficial taste. As his tongue gently traced the shape of my lips, I couldn't help but shudder, and my grip on his shirt tightened. Sensing my nervousness, his movements became even gentler, as if soothing a frightened animal.
The wind in the pines brought the faint sound of distant bells, further accentuating the dreamlike tranquility of this world. Sunlight filtered through the pine needles, casting dancing specks of light around us. The gurgling of the spring water seemed to accompany this moment, interweaving with the sound of our heartbeats to form the most moving melody.
I don't know how long it took before he slowly moved away. Our foreheads touched, his breathing still a little erratic, and his warm breath caressed my face, bringing a heart-pounding intimacy.
"Just now..." His voice was slightly hoarse, with the magnetism of passion, "I was reckless."
I shook my head, my cheeks burning, but I still mustered the courage to look into his eyes: "I'm willing."
Those words seemed to unlock the last remaining shackles in his heart. His eyes darkened, and he leaned in for another kiss. This time, he was no longer restrained, his kiss eager and searching. I parted my lips, letting him penetrate deeper, my fingertips unconsciously climbing onto his shoulders. His kiss was clumsy but sincere, each touch carrying a sense of cherishment.
As his tongue gently brushed against the roof of my mouth, I couldn't help but let out a small whimper. The sound seemed to provoke him, and his arms tightened, almost rubbing me into his flesh. I gradually softened under his thrusts, and my hand, which had been resting on his chest, had unknowingly wrapped around his neck, awkwardly responding to his passion.
The kiss was long and intoxicating, until I gently pushed his chest due to lack of oxygen, and he reluctantly pulled away. I leaned on his shoulder and breathed softly, his heartbeat could be heard through the thin clothes, rapid and strong, gradually merging into the same rhythm with my heartbeat.
"Now I understand why people always say that the land of pleasure is the grave of heroes." He chuckled softly, his voice lazily filled with satisfaction. "If I had known that being close to you would be like this, I wouldn't have waited until the day Master gave me the okay."
I buried my face in his neck in shame, sniffing his soothing scent: "What nonsense..."
He gently lifted my face, and stroked my slightly swollen lips with his fingertips. His eyes were so gentle that tears could drip from his eyes. "Does it hurt?"
I shook my head. In fact, there was still a slight stinging on my lips from his kiss, but it made me strangely nostalgic.
"I didn't know the seriousness of the matter." He sighed and placed another gentle kiss on my lips, this time just a light touch, with a soothing meaning.
We sat, hugging each other on the bluestone, neither of us speaking. The pine wind and the spring water remained the same, but they seemed tinged with a sweet scent. He stroked my hair intermittently, his fingertips occasionally brushing against my earlobe, bringing a subtle shiver to my ears.
"I remember when we were in Liangshan, you always avoided me." He suddenly whispered, "At that time, I wondered why this girl always avoided me like the plague."
I couldn't help but chuckle: "Back then, you always had a cold face, and the way you looked at people seemed to freeze them. Who wouldn't be afraid?"
"It's my fault," he admitted bluntly. "Back then... I didn't know how to treat you."
"What now?" I looked up at him with cunning in my eyes.
"Now..." He leaned over and nuzzled my nose, "Now I just want to keep you by my side all the time, and never want to be apart for even a moment."
The affection in his words filled my heart with sweetness. I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Me too."
This simple response sparkled in his eyes. He cupped my face and kissed me again. This time, the kiss was less eager and more lingering, as if he were savoring some rare delicacy. His tongue explored gently, each touch imbued with an indescribable cherishment.
When I couldn't help but moan softly, he slowly pulled away, resting his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling.
"The end of the month is too late," he suddenly said, his tone carrying a rare hint of willfulness. "I'll go ask Master to change the date to ten days from now."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "Why are you so anxious? You have to be fully prepared."
"I can't wait." He took my hand and kissed my fingertips. "I can't wait even a moment."
As the sun set, we returned hand in hand. As we passed the stream, he suddenly stopped and pulled out a white jade pendant from his bosom. It was carved into the image of a phoenix holding a branch, and it matched the handkerchief I had given him.
"I should have given it to you long ago." He tied the jade pendant around my waist, his fingertips carelessly brushing against my waist, bringing a tingling sensation. "Now is the perfect time."
I caressed the warm jade pendant, my heart softening. Looking up, I met his smiling eyes. In the twilight, we smiled at each other, the warmth of our kiss still lingering on our lips.
When we returned to Zixu Temple, the evening bell rang. We walked side by side under the corridor, and he held my hand the whole time, our fingers intertwined, as if he never wanted to be apart.
Qingsong saw our handshake and smiled cleverly, then tactfully avoided it. Yiqing shook his head helplessly, but there was indulgence in his eyes.
During evening classes, we sat side by side on the cushions. His voice was still clear as he explained the sutras, but his gaze would always fall on me, filled with an indescribable tenderness. Whenever this happened, I would recall the lingering kiss in the valley that afternoon, and my cheeks would involuntarily flush.
After evening classes, he walked me back to my room. At the door, he gently held my hand and said, "I'll take you somewhere tomorrow."
"Where are you going?" I asked curiously.
"It's a secret for now." He raised his lips slightly, with a mysterious smile in his eyes. "You will definitely like it."
I nodded, anticipation welling up in my heart.
"Good night, my Luanyin." He leaned over and pressed a soft goodnight kiss on my lips. The kiss was light, but it carried the lingering warmth of the day, making my heart flutter.
"Good night, Yiqing." I responded softly and watched him leave.
That night, I hugged my brocade quilt, recalling every moment of our day in the pine forest. His focused gaze, his gentle kiss, his whispered sweet words, all filled my heart with sweetness. My fingertips gently caressed my lips, where his warmth and scent still lingered.
Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting a clear glow across the room. I gazed at the bright moon in the sky, my heart filled with happiness and peace.
In this life, being able to meet him, to know him, to stay with him, to depend on him, is enough. With the pine wind as witness and the spring water as medium, this kiss seals a covenant that will last for generations.
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