Chapter 149 The Tip of a Knot (Fifteen): A Body of Abstinence, Lewd Deeds...
“What else could it be? Of course it is…” She paused for a moment, then awkwardly turned her head, her gaze drifting to the window lattice. “Oh, just forget about it. Just pretend I just farted. It doesn’t count.”
The air fell silent for a moment.
After a moment, Gu Lianzhou released his grip and said helplessly, "You really are... Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."
Song Qiling pursed her lips, then cautiously raised her eyes, her gaze meeting the one in front of her.
This person's pupils are extremely dark. When he smiles, his eyes appear as distinct as a fine brush painting, but when he doesn't smile... they look like this now.
It seemed as if he was carrying thoughts beyond his years.
It was heavy, making it hard for her to understand.
The two stared at each other for a long time, until finally Gu Lianzhou gave in and was the first to back down.
He sighed softly, as if giving in to her, or perhaps talking to himself: "Never mind, I guess I'll just wait a few more years."
Song Qiling's brow twitched suddenly.
How many years?
What does this mean?
Is this kid planning to get married in a few years?
Before she could ask, the man's lips curled into a smile: "You're not allowed to avoid me tomorrow, understand?"
Song Qiling stared blankly at the face that looked like a menace to humanity and nodded. He nodded slightly, then turned and rushed towards the top of the wall. In just a few breaths, he had nimbly climbed the wall.
His skills are many times better than before.
Song Qiling gasped in astonishment.
So this is the advantage of being tall...?
Because of the principle that a gentleman's promise is as good as his bond, Song Qiling did not deliberately avoid Gu Lianzhou the next day. However, the journey to the private school seemed long and arduous.
Yesterday's conversation kept replaying in my mind, and the smile he gave me when he left was still vivid in my mind's eye.
It was clearly a cool autumn day.
A young girl's thoughts, however, become damp and soft, like moss during the rainy season.
She repeatedly and cautiously raised her eyes to look at the person beside her, her heart pounding so hard it made her feel flustered.
Some hidden emotion is stirring, as if carrying past desires and the force of thunder, striking at the soul and heart.
A horse gallops past the window, in the blink of an eye.
The slender young man gradually grew tall and strong, and the immaturity between his brows faded, replaced by a sense of composure.
He was an extremely diligent student, studying by lamplight year after year, grinding and refilling the inkstone, turning the pages of his books until they turned yellow.
Despite his diligent studies, he passed the imperial examination with flying colors, becoming famous in the imperial palace and being granted a real official position in the capital.
Donning the official robes, the first thing this man did was to hire the most prestigious matchmaker in the city, prepare all the proper formalities, and step into the Song family's gate to propose marriage to the Song family's daughter.
At that time, Song Qiling was sitting by the window, sewing sachets in the sunlight. The awkward stitches left rugged centipede-like marks on the fine material.
Upon hearing the news, she was startled, ripped off the thread, and rushed to the front hall.
The moment they met, she blushed and stepped forward to question him: "How could you do this so suddenly, without even saying hello... and then ask to marry me?"
She saw the man politely nod to her, and when he looked up again, a warm smile was on his lips: "It's my fault, I was a little too hasty. I'll go back first today, let you know, and then come over?"
Song Qiling: "..."
There's no reason to come and leave, or to give up halfway.
Seeing the man's unhurried manner, clearly teasing her, she blurted out, "The goose I gave you is mine; you can't take it back."
Gu Lianzhou smiled and agreed, "I won't take it back."
Both families were delighted to hear this.
In the days that followed, the Song family was caught up in a flurry of activity.
The six rites of betrothal, name inquiry, auspicious date selection, gift presentation, and wedding date setting were carried out smoothly and without hindrance under Gu Lianzhou's arrangement.
Song Qiling was surrounded by her mother and maids, who took her measurements, helped her choose her dowry, and taught her etiquette. She could barely catch her breath.
Occasionally, in the midst of my busy schedule, I feel a sense of disorientation, as if everything were a dream.
Until the day of the wedding.
Before dawn, she was pulled up to do her makeup. Her eyes were still blurry with sleep as she put on layers of elaborate clothes.
The sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers gradually rose from outside, mixed with the boisterous voices of the crowd, coming from afar and coming in waves, making her eardrums buzz.
"He's here! The new son-in-law is here!" The little maidservant excitedly rushed in to announce the good news.
Before the veil fell, she looked at the person in the glasses.
Her face was as beautiful as a lotus, her eyes were like autumn water, and her lips were painted with rouge. She was a radiant beauty that I had never seen before.
In an instant, the leisurely days of yesterday overlapped with the magnificent scenery before her, leaving her feeling dizzy and disoriented.
The bright red veil finally fell, leaving only a hazy red in front of her. Amidst blessings and laughter, she rose and boarded the eight-bearer sedan chair.
The sedan chair started moving, swaying slightly.
Outside, music filled the air and voices thronged, but inside the sedan chair, it seemed as if it were a world of its own. She clutched the apple tightly in her hand, even her breathing became slow and gentle.
After an unknown amount of time, the bridal sedan chair came to a steady stop.
The sedan curtain was gently kicked open, and a hand reached in, its knuckles distinct, warm and strong, firmly grasping her slightly cool, trembling hand.
He carefully led them across the brazier and over the threshold. Amidst the emcee's resounding chants, they bowed to heaven and earth, to their parents, and to each other as husband and wife.
The red veil obscured her vision, but she could clearly feel the focused and burning gaze from the person opposite her, as if piercing through layers of brocade and landing directly on her heart.
"The ceremony is complete; escort them to the bridal chamber!"
She was then ushered into the bridal chamber and sat on the wedding bed covered with dried fruit. Time flowed quietly in the silence, the noisy crowd outside the door gradually dispersed, and until the door was gently closed, everything returned to tranquility.
Footsteps approached and eventually stopped in front of her.
My heart leaped into my throat, and I held my breath.
The next moment, the red curtain in front of them was suddenly lifted.
As light streamed in, she subconsciously squinted slightly, and then her eyes met a pair of smiling eyes.
Gu Lianzhou stood before him, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, which made his handsome face and upright posture appear even more striking.
Song Qiling looked up at the man she had grown up with and who was now her husband, tilted her head, and said, "I feel like something's not right."
All of this seemed too smooth, too natural, which made her feel a sense of unreality and unease.
"Something's not right?" Gu Lianzhou removed the elaborate hair ornaments from her head, listening to her soft complaints, a smile still playing on his lips. "Getting married is tiring, it's made your neck suffer."
His hands moved lightly and slowly, his fingertips trembling slightly, as he removed the hairpins and hair ornaments, piling them on the gilded dressing case beside him, making a soft tinkling sound. Then he gently stroked the cool, silky hair, smoothing it out.
Song Qiling raised her hand to rub her sore and stiff neck, her brows furrowing slightly, her voice filled with a dazed murmur: "I always feel like these years have passed by too quickly. Just a few days ago we were climbing trees and playing with birds, how come in the blink of an eye, we're already married."
"From what you're saying, are you dissatisfied with your husband?" Gu Lianzhou raised his hand and pressed down gently on her sore neck with just the right amount of pressure, making her gasp in surprise.
Song Qiling grimaced and dodged slightly, but a smile played in her eyes: "It's not that I'm dissatisfied, it's just that everything feels unreal...like a dream that's too good to be true."
A dream so beautiful that she feared it would vanish the moment she opened her eyes.
"You're already drunk before you've even drunk any wine?" Gu Lianzhou let go of her hand, walked to a side table, picked up the wine pot, poured wine into the nuptial cup, then returned with the gourd ladle and handed it to Song Qiling, "You'll have to drink this nuptial wine before you go to sleep."
"Who's about to go to sleep? Don't talk nonsense." Song Qiling was embarrassed when her secret was exposed, and she couldn't save face, so she started talking nonsense. "Although we are now husband and wife, but, but that thing can't be rushed. We have to get used to it slowly."
She took the half-open gourd ladle, and fearing he might say something embarrassing again, she simply tilted her head back and drank the clear, cool wine in the ladle in one gulp.
The aroma of alcohol slid down my throat, carrying a slightly tipsy feeling.
I had just lowered my neck and hadn't even had a chance to catch my breath when everything suddenly went dark.
The half of the gourd ladle tied to the other end suddenly approached, and Gu Lianzhou's face followed.
His nose almost touched hers, his warm breath brushing against her flushed cheeks, carrying the same aroma of wine as the one in her glass. His eyes were filled with an irrepressible smile as he gazed intently at her.
The two then drank the wine together in such an intimate posture.
Now that they were married, she naturally wouldn't refuse to have marital relations with him. However, since it was their first time doing this, they were both a little nervous.
The flickering candlelight cast a warm yellow glow inside the tent.
Her wedding dress was gradually removed, leaving only a plain white undergarment that clung to her skin, which had been exposed to the sun for years. It was as delicate as fine cream, gleaming softly in the light.
It was so white it was dazzling.
She secretly glanced at the man in the bright red wedding dress in front of her, and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Why am I the only one who has taken off my clothes? What about you?"
The little girl is very talkative.
It chirped and chattered like a sparrow.
Gu Lianzhou leaned down and, to her astonishment, gently covered her lips with his.
It ends as soon as it touches you, and is quickly abandoned after a brief taste.
I don't know if it was the rouge on my lips or something else, but my mouth felt incredibly sweet.
Song Qiling stared in disbelief, speechless for a moment.
The man stopped dawdling and decisively pinned her down, then raised his hand to unbutton his own clothes.
In her dazed state, a cool strand of hair brushed against her neck. Song Qiling timidly raised her eyes and met a pair of dark, deep eyes.
Her eyes, set in narrow sockets and with a slight upturn at the corners, were utterly captivating.
After staring at her flustered appearance for a while, his eyes shifted to the side.
Gu Lianzhou stared at her light-colored dress, slightly lost in thought.
She wasn't particularly plump, but her flesh was perfectly proportioned, growing in all the right places. Even when lying in bed, it made her clothes bulge, and the meager fabric could barely conceal her figure.
He had only seen it in picture books before, but it was nothing compared to seeing it with his own eyes. By the bright candlelight, it was as if he could see what was under the clothes... He felt a little thirsty.
Song Qiling opened her mouth, about to say something, when she suddenly felt a hand slowly covering her through her clothes. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart began to pound wildly.
Yes, the instructor did mention such a process.
He remembers it clearly.
It seems they must have studied it beforehand.
As her fingertips lightly brushed over the surface, her whole body stiffened, her breathing became erratic, and an inexplicable heat surged up her spine.
She instinctively grabbed his hand, only to find it burning hot. Gu Lianzhou stared at her flushed cheeks and simply pushed her hand away.
His fingers moved down, along her slender waist, slipping inside her clothes to caress her smooth skin.
Song Qiling curled up her legs uncomfortably, bit her lower lip, and turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
But this man suddenly became rebellious and refused to do as she wished. He turned her chin and kissed her again.
Unlike the initial light touch, this time, the soft, moist tip of his tongue pried open her teeth, and the boy recklessly plundered the already thin air, silencing her short scream along with it.
They became increasingly unscrupulous.
The calluses on his fingers brushed against her skin, causing her to unconsciously straighten up and press herself intimately against him.
In a daze, the last bit of cover in front of them was haphazardly torn off and thrown aside, and the curtains fell, enveloping the two figures in a warm yellow halo.
As soon as their lips parted, they gently kissed down the neck, leaving faint red marks on the smooth skin.
Hot breath brushed against me, and after only a moment's hesitation, warm lips and tongue came close.
Song Qiling's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked down. When her gaze fell upon the enchanting scenery, a surge of restlessness rose within her, and she quickly averted her eyes, no longer daring to look.
This utter lack of order reminded her of the little yellow dog she had when she was a child, which also loved to lick people.
She gasped for breath a few times, then opened her eyes to look at him.
Gu Lianzhou was handsome, with taut skin covering his bones, a taut jawline, and distinct features. His eyes were tinged with a passionate red, and his lips were tightly pursed.
He has the appearance of abstinence, yet he is doing lewd things.
His thin silk trousers quickly became wrinkled from his movements, clinging softly to his skin.
Gradually, it stirred up an itch deep within my bones.
It's getting worse.
His hot breath sprayed on her neck, and the young man leaned close to her earlobe, gently nibbling it, his words escaping as he mumbled, "Do you still feel like you're dreaming?"
His voice was hoarse, making one's heart tighten for no reason.
What kind of time is this to ask such seemingly plausible but actually wrong questions?
Song Qiling shook her head, biting her lower lip without saying a word.
The knee, however, seemed to possess a mind of its own, lashing out with unbridled cruelty. She finally couldn't help but gasp, "What are you doing?"
He raised his hand and pulled off the piece of cloth, chuckling softly, "Naturally, it's the act of conjugal relations between husband and wife."
Song Qiling exclaimed and reached out to grab it, but someone quickly grabbed her hand and pressed it against the soft bedding.
"Don't move."
The young nobleman had hands with distinct knuckles, and although he was used to holding a pen, this was the first time he had done something like this.
Her slender fingers slowly moved upwards.
Song Qiling bit her lower lip hard, feeling as if even breathing had become difficult.
A tingling sensation slowly spread throughout the body.
That's absolutely terrible.
She bent over and looked down.
Within the limited field of vision, all that could be seen were the man's jet-black hair and the tip of his handsome nose.
The warmth seeped into my skin, creating an unbearable itch.
Unconsciously, the sound of panting changed, carrying dampness, mingling with the night wind outside the tent and the crackling of candle flames.
Gu Lianzhou's eyes grew even deeper as he looked up at the person in front of him.
He glanced at her for only a moment, catching a glimpse of the blush at the corner of her eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He lowered his head again.
"Stop..." She frantically moved backward, trying to pull herself away, but she couldn't resist the man's strength and could only be firmly held down, letting that intimacy spread between their skin.
The candlelight flickered gently in the wind, and heavy breathing mingled with soft whispers.
Everything was so excessive.
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