Chapter 138 The Hairpin (Part 4) Wanting to do even more outrageous things...
The rain suddenly poured down like beans, making a loud "pitter-patter" sound. Gu Lianzhou hurriedly looked away from the red plum tree and reached up to undo his belt.
The chaotic images flashed through my mind again and again.
Her hands scrambled, and her clothes, already soaked with rain, clung to her body, making them even harder to peel off.
After he changed his clothes, he found himself sweating lightly.
It was quiet on the other side of the screen. He turned his head and saw a figure sitting alone at the table, drying his hair with a handkerchief in the flickering lamplight.
His gaze returned to the thin, soft fabric on the ground. After hesitating for a moment, he finally stepped forward, bent down, and picked it up.
It feels slightly cool to the touch, yet is exceptionally delicate.
It seems to be made of the same material as the plain silk I saw that day.
Hearing footsteps, Song Qiling suddenly looked up and asked, "Are you changed?"
Gu Lianzhou gave a soft "hmm," raised his hand, and handed the garment over the edge of the screen. His tone was calm. "Senior brother, your clothes have fallen off."
"Thank you, you can hang it up there..." Song Qiling replied casually, her gaze sweeping over the small piece of fabric, almost biting her tongue.
A large, slender hand was seen clutching her undergarment. Bathed in warm light, the veins on the back of the hand were clearly visible, giving it a somewhat sensual appearance.
As she watched the hand slowly release its grip, letting her heart slip off and rest lightly on the screen, Song Qiling's heart pounded faster and faster. Feeling inexplicably guilty, she turned to look at her bare toes.
It was soaked in water the whole way.
They desperately needed to dry, but because of the strange atmosphere, they curled up tightly, like ginkgo nuts wilted by the rain.
"Is your body still cold, Senior Brother?" Gu Lianzhou's concerned voice came from the darkness. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while until the rain subsides so I can boil some water... Why don't you go into bed and warm yourself up for a bit?"
Changing clothes definitely makes me feel much better than before.
The remaining rainwater had taken away some of the heat from my body, and my limbs were still cool.
Song Qiling thought he made sense, but she was worried that her hair was not dry and might wet the bedding, so she hesitated for a moment. "It's alright, I'll sit downstairs for a while, you can talk to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps began to sound.
But then a pair of black boots suddenly appeared in view, bypassing the screen.
He changed into a light and comfortable outfit; the soft fabric draped down, yet it accentuated his tall and slender figure, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, giving him a relaxed and dashing air as he walked.
It was at this moment that Song Qiling suddenly remembered that the person in front of her had once been a pampered young nobleman.
Then he sat down on the stool next to him, propped his elbow on his cheek, looked steadily at him, and said softly with a slight smile on his lips, "You looked just like this when I first met you, Senior Brother."
Her long hair was loose, and a handkerchief was draped over her shoulders.
It was the dead of winter then, and my senior brother was dressed much more warmly than he is now. His gaze toward me was filled with probing and apprehension.
Things are very different now.
He could sit down beside her without any fear of being "driven away," and could even get closer to her.
“You remember it so well.” Song Qiling smiled, holding a handkerchief draped over her knees, and mimicking him by resting her chin on her hand, looking back with brimming eyes. “Young Master Gu came all alone, through the snow, without even a servant by his side. How pitiful.”
She did speak her mind about what she had been thinking.
Gu Lianzhou chuckled upon hearing this, "Because I wanted to see Senior Brother, and... I have no one I can trust and no one I can use, so I came alone."
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a conman who specializes in kidnapping rich young men like you and extorting money from them?" As she spoke, Song Qiling suddenly remembered the hundred taels of gold and felt inexplicably guilty.
She did indeed accept money from Gu Lianzhou.
He didn't feel anything was amiss when he was the employer, but now that their relationship has changed, he feels uncomfortable everywhere.
Gu Lianzhou didn't care at all: "There must be something you can gain from this. Otherwise, I'm afraid my senior brother would treat me like trash and discard me long ago."
He breathed a sigh of relief as he spoke, his smile widening: "Thinking about it this way, I'm actually grateful for the family I was born into."
Hearing him say that, Song Qiling felt even more guilty. She raised her hand and gently touched her shoulder, saying awkwardly, "I was just... I needed to save money before, so... I was a little greedy."
Gu Lianzhou's gaze fell on her hand that was unconsciously massaging the back of her neck, and his smile faded slightly. "After working hard for the past few days, is your body still sore?"
Song Qiling was slightly taken aback. Before she could respond, she heard him soften his voice, "In the past, when Master was bedridden for a long time and felt weak and uncomfortable all over, I also learned some techniques to relax muscles and tendons."
He spoke humbly, his knuckles slightly clenched beneath his cuffs, revealing a hint of cautious expectation.
With such a humble attitude and such a well-reasoned explanation, Song Qiling was momentarily at a loss for words to refuse.
She remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded in tacit agreement.
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The half-drawn bed curtains swayed slightly.
Song Qiling buried her face in the pillows and bedding, gritting her teeth and enduring the pain without making a sound.
Gu Lianzhou clasped his hands together, his knuckles steady and strong, pressing her acupoints with varying pressure.
Wherever it passed, she felt soreness, numbness, swelling, and pain; several sensations twisted together into a strange, thin stream that rushed up, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.
These past few days I've been helping Xingchuan Caotang move things around, doing a lot of physical labor, which has left me exhausted and my whole body stiff and aching.
He had hoped to relax with a massage, but little did he know that Gu Lianzhou was full of wicked schemes. At the beginning, his technique was gentle, as if he were handling a fragile piece of tofu.
At that time, she was still able to speak defiantly, muttering indistinctly, "Are you tickling me?"
Before he finished speaking, his hand paused, but then it was as if he had suddenly realized something. He increased the force of his hand, targeting the most sore and uncomfortable acupoints, each stroke heavier and more precise than the last.
The pressure caught her completely off guard, causing her throat to tighten and a short sob to escape her lips.
Even so, he didn't stop, but instead worked even harder, his fingertips grinding against her tense shoulder blades and sinking into her sore lower back.
After enduring for a long time, Song Qiling finally raised her hand to beg for mercy: "No... that's enough... I can't take it anymore..."
The person behind her ignored her, his palm sliding down her waistline and gently tickling her waist.
"Ah!" she gasped, her body reacting before her mind could process it, and she quickly tried to roll over to get away.
However, as soon as she turned to the side, he grabbed her wrist and easily trapped her between his chest and the bed.
Song Qiling's breath hitched suddenly.
Too close...
She was so close she could count his lowered eyelashes, so close her warm breath brushed against her cheek without any obstruction.
So close that his gaze came straight down from above, as if solidified, sweeping over every inch of her face.
The air inside the tent suddenly became thin and viscous, and each breath carried a heavy warmth.
"Junior brother, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the man tilted his head and his gaze slowly darkened.
She suddenly fell silent.
Gu Lianzhou's gaze shifted downwards, landing on those slightly parted lips. Lost in longing, he leaned down and kissed them, savoring the taste he had longed for.
Inside the green gauze tent, the two men's breathing grew heavier and heavier.
A hand slowly moved up along the fabric, calming the frantic heartbeat.
The two were separated by only an inch.
Gu Lianzhou lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over a pair of rosy, moist lips, pausing briefly before moving down to settle on the slightly wrinkled fabric.
In his eyes, the black mist around the edge of his pupils spread out, and his hand remained in place, even curling up slightly, his fingers brushing against hers as he closed them.
As she moved, her clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her taut contours.
Like a full moon.
Yet it is as soft and fluffy as a cloud, as delicate as a bowl of rice cake, and as tender lotus buds just beginning to grow.
His clothes had already come undone in the struggle, revealing the delicate ties underneath. Unlike the heart-shaped garment embroidered with red plum blossoms, what his senior brother was wearing now was a soft, thin fabric as white as fresh snow.
A magnolia was sewn on top with pale yellow thread.
Fresh and elegant, untouched by dust.
He saw his senior brother's lips move as if he were saying something, but it was as if there was a film of water between his ears, and he couldn't hear it clearly no matter what. In his confusion, he leaned down again and blocked the incessantly chattering lips and tongue.
It has a soft touch.
But it was sharper than usual, its teeth biting at his lower lip.
A stinging pain, mixed with the sweet, metallic taste of blood, instantly spread through his mouth. His soft tongue entwined with it, mingling with his saliva, until he swallowed it all.
My mind was momentarily shaken.
It stirred up wicked thoughts.
His body moved with his heart, and he gently traced the pattern on the clothes with his palm, sparing no effort and without getting tired, until the poor piece of fabric became wrinkled, at which point he sighed.
After thinking about it, I was still not satisfied.
With a soft gasp, he bowed his head and leaned closer.
...
I think Suiyin is right.
If you feel hungry, you should eat.
He had been restrained enough and had endured for a long time.
This time, he only scratched the surface, little did he know that once he tasted it, he would never be able to sober up again.
The panting above never seemed to stop.
Gu Lianzhou stole a moment from his busy schedule and looked up, only to see his senior brother's long, fair neck stretched back to its limit. He weakly pushed Gu Lianzhou's shoulder with one hand, while the other hand covered his mouth tightly, refusing to make a sound.
Against the backdrop of her fair, white fingers, a blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her neck, shimmering in the candlelight.
They were clearly enduring immense hardship, yet they stubbornly persisted.
How stingy.
As Gu Lianzhou thought this, he felt immense pleasure at her reaction.
He was distracted and summoned the dodder.
The soft vines quietly reached forward, hooking around a pair of fair wrists and slowly wrapping and tightening.
Song Qiling's eyes widened in surprise.
After a moment of reaction, I felt my arms being pulled and pinned above my head, and in an instant, my screams were no longer muffled.
The rain outside gradually subsided, gently tapping on the eaves and window frames, the rustling sound mingling with the disordered breathing inside.
The draped gauze curtains were kicked loose, creating a small, warm space. Listening to the faint sound of water beside her, Song Qiling bit her lip hurriedly, her eyes reddening, on the verge of tears.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt my mouth was dry and my throat was parched. Finally, the person in front of me released his grip.
As the heat source left, a damp coolness instantly enveloped me, the wet fabric clinging to my body, barely covering a tiny patch of skin.
Messy.
These two words suddenly popped into my mind.
She stared blankly at the familiar face before her, feeling limp and powerless, as if her limbs no longer belonged to her.
After a long pause, she finally found her voice and snapped angrily, "Are you a dog?"
The momentum was slightly lacking due to the disordered breathing.
The words, falling into my ears, didn't sound like a complaint, but rather like a murmured whisper.
After he finished speaking, there was no response for a long time.
Feeling something was amiss, she quietly looked up and saw that the man's face was flushed, but his gaze was fixed downwards.
That damp, heart-wrenching garment...
Realizing belatedly the absurd things they had just done, Song Qiling was both ashamed and angry. She hurriedly raised her hand to cover her clothes, her ears already burning red, "You...you..."
After stammering for a while, he finally managed to squeeze out three words through gritted teeth: "You lecher!"
Right now, Deng Tu Zi turned his gaze back, slowly raised his head, and saw a streak of blood brazenly sliding down from under his nose.
Song Qiling's anger subsided considerably. She hurriedly got up and frantically searched for a handkerchief, "Why is she bleeding all of a sudden?"
Before she could find the handkerchief, she caught a glimpse of him suddenly raising his hand and casually wiping away the red mark. His gaze darted away to the side. "I...I'll go boil some water."
As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened the hem of his shirt and hurriedly got off the bed.
It had a sense of fleeing in disarray.
The footsteps faded into the distance, followed by the sound of doors opening and closing. A gust of wind, carrying dampness, swept into the bedroom, lifting the semi-transparent gauze curtains to reveal a pair of fair feet underneath.
Startled by the cold wind, the foot suddenly retracted.
Song Qiling lowered her eyes and closed her clothes, feeling a swelling in her chest, as if warm water was flowing through her.
My heart felt as if it were being roasted over a flame.
No matter what she did, she could not find a way out.
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