Meng Zhao's fingertips, gripping the front of his official robe, turned slightly white. She passively endured this sudden attack, feeling her tongue go numb and her breath becoming increasingly unsteady. Just as she was about to push him away, Shen Qinghe's broad hands had already wrapped around her waist, and with a little force, he pressed her against his body.
"Lean on me." He whispered between breaths, his voice hoarse with emotion, his hot breath brushing against her ear, making her tremble.
The voice made Meng Zhao's heart soften; how could she resist? She simply let go of her strength and leaned against him. This relaxation was unexpected; before she knew it, her body felt light, and when she came to her senses, her back was already sinking into the soft bed. Shen Qinghe supported himself on one side of her ear, while the other hand was still firmly holding her waist. His crimson official robes and moon-white silk skirt were piled on the brocade bed, making one blush and their heart race at the sight.
"You..." Meng Zhao finally came to her senses, about to speak but was silenced by his kiss. It was broad daylight; what time was this for such things? She pressed her lips together, preventing him from going any further, and said breathlessly, "Okay... you can stop now..."
Shen Qinghe was unwilling to comply. Seeing that she refused, he kissed her smooth forehead, then gently pecked along her brow bone to her trembling eyelashes. His warm lips lingered over the tip of her upturned nose and finally lingered on the corner of her tightly pursed lips, as if he wanted to use this to make Meng Zhao change her mind.
Meng Zhao found it somewhat amusing, thinking that it was fortunate he hadn't planned to go out today and hadn't put on makeup, otherwise he would have been eating makeup all over his mouth. However, seeing that he couldn't pry open his lips and that his lips were starting to fall further down, Meng Zhao got anxious and simply grabbed a strand of his hair and pulled hard.
Shen Qinghe immediately stopped in pain, stood up, and looked at her with slightly reddened eyes, her gaze shimmering with tears, whether from the pain or something else.
Seeing his appearance, Meng Zhao felt a little soft-hearted, but still insisted, "Go back first, we'll talk about it tonight."
Shen Qinghe pulled the strand of hair from Meng Zhao's hand and casually tossed it behind his back, his voice hoarse beyond belief: "Sister, it's been three days already." He leaned down and gently nuzzled her neck, like a cat begging for food, "Don't you miss me? Let me serve you, okay?"
Hot breath sprayed onto her sensitive skin. Meng Zhao suddenly remembered what happened three days ago, also on this bed. Her face turned red instantly. But that night it was pitch black, unlike now. She could even see Shen Qing and a few eyelashes clearly. She struggled to get up, but he held her firmly in his grasp.
Meng Zhao frowned. "Are you being disobedient?"
Shen Qinghe's eyes darkened, and he finally released his grip on her. Meng Zhao, now free, immediately reached out and pinched his cheeks, pulling them apart: "Don't you even look at what you're wearing? A high-ranking official of the imperial court, how dare you do such a thing?"
While the two were fooling around, Shen Qinghe's collar buttons had been loosened, his official robes were in disarray from Meng Zhao's grip, and his jade belt hung crookedly at his waist. He was no longer the dignified figure he was supposed to be in the court. But Shen Qinghe didn't care at all. Even though he had let go of her hand, he still pressed her down with his body and refused to get up. Hearing this, he buried his face in her neck and rubbed it against her gently: "So what if I'm an official of the court? I'll only listen to my elder sister anyway."
"Then I'll tell you to get up now, will you or not?" Seeing that he didn't move, Meng Zhao tightened her grip and twisted his ear. "So when you say listen to me, you just pick and choose what you want to hear? You obey what you like and ignore what you don't?"
Logically speaking, Meng Zhao should have been angry long ago for Shen Qinghe's persistent pursuit, but at this moment, although she was speaking accusingly, her voice was sweet, without a trace of anger. Shen Qinghe's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration. He moved even closer, his nose gently brushing against her neck: "Does elder sister like this official uniform?"
Meng Zhao blinked, feeling a little guilty that her secret had been exposed. But what was this? It was uniform temptation! The person in front of her was wearing a crimson official robe, which perfectly accentuated her broad shoulders and narrow waist. The waistline cinched by the jade belt was even more pleasing to the eye. Who could resist that?
Seeing her remain silent with her lips pursed, Shen Qinghe smiled knowingly, suddenly grabbed her wrist and gently pressed it on her head: "Then shall I wear this to serve you, sister?" His voice was very low, with a seductive tone, "If you like it, you can take a few more glances later."
As he spoke, he deliberately pulled his official robe open wider, revealing his snow-white undergarment, and stared intently at her, looking just like a cunning fox.
Meng Zhao kept cursing herself in her heart for having so little self-control. But her throat tightened uncontrollably, and she subconsciously swallowed. Just as the word "okay" was about to come out, a clear child's voice came from afar, accompanied by the sound of running footsteps, "Sister! Sister, where are you?"
It was clearly the voices of Shen Qingze and Shen Qingyu, and they were already in the courtyard. Meng Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and she pushed hard with her hand.
"Thump!"
Caught off guard, Shen Qinghe slammed his head hard against the carved headboard with a dull thud. Meng Zhao immediately felt sorry for him and rushed over to rub his head. "How are you? Did you hit it hard? Should we call a doctor?"
Just then, a creaking sound came from outside as the door opened, startling her so much that she froze, her mind already conjuring up the embarrassing scene of being caught in the act of adultery.
However, the expected exclamation did not occur. Instead, Shen Qingyu asked in confusion, "Huh? Sister isn't in the study?"
Meng Zhao then realized that they had pushed the door to the study. But since they couldn't find anyone in the study, they would definitely have to look for him in the bedroom next. Seeing that Shen Qinghe was still leaning on the bed, he didn't care about anything else and quickly grabbed his arm, pulled him up from the bed, and hurriedly tidied his disheveled official robes.
He then pressed the person down into a chair, quickly tidied his slightly messy sideburns, and turned around as if looking for something on the shelf.
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