Chapter 124 Killing the Grand Duke (12) He bit her back...
A warm breath brushed past my nose, my lips were gently pressed together, our noses touched, and our breaths intertwined.
Gu Lianzhou stared wide-eyed in astonishment at the drooping eyelashes so close to his face, without looking away.
My heart paused briefly, then began pounding rapidly in my chest, pounding so loudly it felt like it was about to leap out of my throat.
"Hmm...it's sweet."
The heat source briefly left, he commented.
He's really quite drunk...
Gu Lianzhou glanced at his senior brother, whose face was flushed, his eyes darkened, and a hint of malice suddenly arose in his heart.
Would you like to try some more?
He spoke slowly and deliberately, yet he had already leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips against her rosy cheeks.
Song Qiling let him do as he pleased, puzzled.
People who have been drinking often have a dry mouth and tongue, and are filled with longing for moist objects and food.
But this little touch is far from enough to quench the thirst.
As if sensing something, after only a brief moment of contact, a large hand suddenly appeared behind her head, supporting her forward.
Her palm traced down her hair, across the back of her neck, lingering for a moment before gently kneading the soft flesh of her cheek with slight pressure.
It makes separating your teeth effortless.
A soft line traces the shape of the lips, gently sweeping across the teeth, until it is found by the tip of another tongue.
The freshly cooked glutinous rice cake, still warm, slowly melts in your mouth.
It was sweet and softer than I had imagined.
Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her lips and the tip of her nose rubbed against each other with each movement, making it hard for her to breathe.
For a moment, his breathing became incredibly disordered.
Song Qiling helplessly clutched the hem of his clothes.
The person in front of her held her waist and lifted her up, tirelessly stealing her breath and saliva.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and their body heat seeped through their thin clothes.
She thought vaguely.
When did the glutinous rice cake develop consciousness?
Otherwise, how could I hook her tongue and not let go?
But this feeling isn't so bad.
It was even more dizzying and made one's legs weak than the drinks at Zuixianlou.
It's somewhat strange.
My mind was blank; only the wetness in my mouth and the sensation in my waist were real.
Only a few occasional "sizzling" sounds of water escaped, making her feel flustered and uneasy.
She was tasting the cold rice cake.
Is Liang Gao sucking on her?
Just as I was fretting over this, the heat source suddenly disappeared.
Before she could adjust, that hand was already on her neck, pressing against her throbbing pulse.
After catching her breath haphazardly a few times, Song Qiling suddenly held her breath and bit her lower lip hard.
The wet, hot source gripped the soft flesh on the side of the neck.
The cold rice cake grew sharp teeth, holding the piece of meat in its mouth but not in a hurry to bite it, instead licking it lightly.
Until a faint stinging pain came.
"Hmm..."
Song Qiling lowered her eyes, her shimmering eyes filled with disbelief.
Why did you bite me?
This time she saw the culprit's face clearly, and instead of feeling repulsed, she felt inexplicably flustered. "Junior brother... let go quickly."
Is drunkenness contagious?
My junior brother also went on a drunken rampage?
As her clothes slowly came undone under the tugging, Song Qiling raised her hand to his chest, pleading for forgiveness, "Good junior brother, I was wrong... I shouldn't have kept it from you..."
She seemed much more sober now.
Gu Lianzhou lifted his head from the crook of her neck, staring at her astonished eyes, and slowly spoke, saying each word clearly: "Senior brother, you must never forget what you said and did tonight."
His slender fingertips tucked a strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek, twirling and playing with it between his knuckles, and he continued, as if grinding flesh with a dull knife, "You're not allowed to hide yourself anymore..."
A low, somber warning was more effective than a hangover cure.
Song Qiling shuddered, then slowly opened her eyes wide.
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The sun is high in the sky.
The bright sunlight streamed into the room through the window lattice, illuminating the human figure on the couch.
Song Qiling raised her hand to cover her eyes, biting her lower lip in frustration.
Because she had drunk the hangover soup before falling asleep, she wasn't feeling too bad right now, but...
What happened last night.
She stumbled down from the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, dragged her junior brother to kick wild dogs, straddled his lap, treated him like a piece of glutinous rice cake, and was then bitten back by him...
She remembered every single detail perfectly.
Moreover, she actually burned the Wuxiang Talisman in front of her junior brother.
It burned...
It burned... it burned...
despite this.
These things will pass if you just grit your teeth and bear them.
She still remembered how the two of them had been entangled last night. Like a prodigal son who had turned back halfway, she tried to struggle to get off her junior brother's lap, but his hands were like iron clamps welded to her waist.
"Don't move." The deliberately lowered voice carried a hint of panic.
Song Qiling felt that she was the one who should be panicking, and couldn't help but tremble as she tried to persuade him, "Your legs will go numb from being crushed in a bit..."
But he noticed that the man avoided his gaze, his eyes darting around as if he were looking at something else.
However, his earlobes were like burnt charcoal, an unbelievably bright red.
Perhaps it's truly numb...
Thinking this, she lowered her head and immediately noticed the object pressed against her waist.
She felt a buzzing in her head, stiffly raised her hand, pointed to the billowing fabric, and spoke with difficulty.
"Junior brother, what is this?"
"It seems to still be moving..."
They probably drank fake alcohol.
The medicine damaged my brain.
She thoroughly humiliated her junior brother last night.
If she still had any conscience, she should be holding a bundle of thorns in her hands and going to her junior brother's residence to apologize today.
But while their conscience remained, they lacked the courage.
This is so embarrassing...
My thoughts were like tangled threads, getting more and more chaotic the more I tried to untangle them. In a flash, my junior brother's words from last night echoed in my ears.
"You are no longer allowed to hide yourself."
She murmured to herself, her brow slowly furrowing, "What does this mean?"
The junior brother did not seem angry about her concealment.
On the contrary, he quite enjoyed it and even responded to her pestering, although he bit her on the neck...
Thinking of this, she suddenly sat up and scrambled to the dressing mirror. Before she could even open her clothes, she saw several marks on her pale skin, one of which was particularly bright red.
"..."
It just so happens to bite in such an obvious spot.
It was as if it were reminding her not to forget.
Now, not only have I not forgotten a single detail, but they are still vivid in my mind.
On second thought, wasn't she already planning to confess to her junior brother?
Although the process was somewhat unpleasant to recall, the result was ultimately the same.
How can this not be considered a confession?
not to mention,
Judging from his junior brother's reaction, he must like women...
The raised curve flashed through her mind, and even someone like Song Qiling, who had never eaten pork, belatedly realized why it "rose".
...
A heat surged up from my neck, instantly making my cheeks flush red, and even my ears felt hot.
I can't think about it any further.
If this continues, she might go crazy.
After a moment of silence, she clutched her collar, brought it close to her nose, and smelled the strong odor of alcohol. Her brows furrowed slowly.
After boiling water and thoroughly washing herself, Song Qiling's chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down.
After changing into clean clothes and moving to the table to dry her hair, she had already made up her mind.
She was in the wrong first.
She was the one who intentionally concealed it, she was the one who got drunk, and she was the one who made unwanted advances towards her junior brother...
Both morally and logically, she should take responsibility and be accountable to her junior brother.
After all, he had left his hometown alone and wandered with her, helpless and alone, sharing all the hardships and joys along the way.
In the end, she got a good deal by having such a simple and honest young man fall into her hands.
After much thought, I've decided that since there's no match, there's no need to hang it anymore.
Now that we've already come out honestly, there's no need for any more unnecessary pretense.
By the time the hair was completely dry, the sun was high in the sky.
Having made up his mind, Song Qiling paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. As soon as his gaze swept over the courtyard gate, he withdrew as if he had been electrocuted.
Suddenly, she felt as if she were trapped in this world by some invisible force.
Song Qiling let out a long breath, realizing that his reaction was due to guilt, embarrassment, and perhaps even a touch of shame...
"Junior brother, I was wrong about what happened last night. If you're angry, why don't you punch me a few times to vent your anger?"
"But junior brother, you have such a good temper, you shouldn't hit women, right?"
"Junior brother, drinking leads to trouble. I've actually wanted to tell you about this for a long time, but look how I've become a drunkard, hahaha..."
"No way, won't people think I'm stupid for talking like that?" Song Qiling scratched her head, her gaze returning to the courtyard gate. She gritted her teeth and strode forward.
Before the outstretched hand could even touch the door, a series of light footsteps approached, growing louder and louder.
Song Qiling stood there stunned, then hurriedly withdrew his hand.
"Malt candy...malt candy for sale..."
The old man's shouts suddenly grew louder, and as the footsteps faded into the distance, the shouts abruptly stopped.
"Creakâ"
The courtyard gate was pushed open, making an abrupt sound.
Then came the young man's clear voice, "Grandpa, how much is the maltose candy?"
Song Qiling slowly opened her eyes wide.
My junior brother is out...
My heart started pounding wildly again.
His feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch.
She couldn't help but prick up her ears to listen to the conversation between the two people outside the wall.
The junior brother's tone was as polite as ever, and he didn't even try to bargain. The peddler quoted a price, and after some negotiation, it seemed that he had paid. The junior brother said something in a low voice, and the peddler suddenly burst into loud laughter.
As the laughter subsided and the footsteps faded, silence returned to the doorway.
A moment later, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Three sounds, neither too loud nor too soft.
As if knowing she was waiting at one end of the door, he didn't raise his voice, but simply called out softly, "Senior Brother."
Song Qiling took a step back, almost fleeing in panic.
A sense of dread arose in her heart, but it was quickly overshadowed by her annoyance.
In the end, it was the junior brother who spoke first.
What kind of behavior is it for her to be so timid and hesitant?
Feeling mostly pity for his misfortune and anger at his lack of ambition, Song Qiling gritted his teeth, suddenly found great courage, took a few steps forward, pulled off the latch, opened the door, and looked outside.
I was a little more excited than usual.
A gust of wind blew through the wooden door, causing the hems of the clothes of the two people inside and outside the threshold to flutter slightly.
Today, Gu Lianzhou changed into a light blue robe, which made his figure appear even taller and more slender. As the sunlight shifted, his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, giving him an unexpected air of scholarly refinement that was rarely seen on him.
It looks much better than what I wore yesterday.
But it also makes him appear even more refined and handsome.
Song Qiling stared at him, feeling that the wind today was a bit more restless. It wasn't very refreshing on her face, but instead made her ears burn and her mouth dry.
I suppose the night watchman who bangs the clapper at night is right.
The weather is dry.
It's so dry today.
Her gaze slowly moved down to the bulging paper bag and two sticks of candy in his hand, and she couldn't help but say, "Why did you suddenly decide to buy candy? Don't you dislike sweets...?"
The voice gradually faded away as he spoke.
She swallowed hard.
Yes, my junior brother doesn't like sweets.
She loves to eat.
As her thoughts drifted, a gaze, as if it were tangible, moved inch by inch down her face, pausing for a moment as it passed her slightly pursed lips, before finally settling heavily over the red mark on her neck.
After a night, the marks not only did not fade, but became even more vivid in the sunlight, standing out conspicuously on the fair skin.
Gu Lianzhou subtly withdrew his gaze and offered the stick of candy forward. The bamboo stick twirled lightly between his fingers, the syrup reflecting an amber luster in the sunlight.
"Senior brother, here you go."
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