Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Unfavorable... Wet Rain
What's so good about it?
Sheng Puzhu shuddered, and his sleepiness disappeared instantly.
Do you want to tell me now?
It was pitch dark, how could she praise me?
"Hmm?" He hummed casually, dragging out the last syllable.
Sheng Puzhu had half of her face buried in the soft pillow made of gold-threaded cotton. Even if she tried hard to cheer herself up, she still looked like a sleepy cat.
She naturally thought he was handsome, otherwise, when her family was arranging a marriage for her, and her grandmother asked her which one she liked from the thick list of names, she would have smiled and picked him because he was the most handsome and unique.
As a spoiled girl who grew up in the Sheng family of Mingde Marquis Mansion, she was usually praised by others. She rarely praised others, let alone praised them in person.
Sheng Puzhu had no choice but to use the same tricks she used to coax her elders at home and spoke in a sweet voice.
"My dear, you are good-looking everywhere."
"Puzhu has never seen a man in our Great Yan Kingdom whose appearance surpasses yours."
Her tone softened, her scattered black hair slid over her shoulders, revealing half of her slender, snow-white neck, but her eyes narrowed, and she was about to fall asleep again.
Sheng Puzhu was a good drinker. She never cried or made a fuss when drunk, and was even more well-behaved than when sober. The only bad thing was that she easily forgot things when drunk, and wanted to sleep again. When she woke up the next day and remembered some trivial things, she would feel secretly upset again.
"Yeah?"
"It seems that Madam has seen many handsome men."
In the darkness, Xie Zhiyan raised his inky eyes. His voice was cold and his slender fingers slowly stroked her eyelids which were about to close.
"I..." Sheng Puzhu's breathing paused, and her body shivered at the sudden chill from his fingertips. The crisp scent of cypress nuts after the bath mixed with the bitter smell of bath beans filled the tent, making people feel uneasy for no reason.
Her two plump, rouge-like lips opened, and the words of denial were all suppressed in her throat. The skin above her eyelashes, after feeling cold, gradually became hot, like a raging fire.
There was a flicker of water in her eyes, and this time she was completely awake.
She moved her stiff body, and through the dim light of the tent, she could barely see his usually calm eyes, which revealed an expressionless majesty.
"Think it over first." Xie Zhiyan supported her ear with one hand, and his clothes loosened when he leaned over. Only the outline of his chest was vaguely visible. The well-defined muscle lines rose and fell slightly with his breathing, like a dormant hunter, calm but full of lethality.
His attitude clearly showed that he was going to settle the score later and he had no intention of letting her off easily.
Sheng Puzhu took a deep breath, feeling that he was forced into a dilemma.
“…”
"It's too dark in the room."
"I can't see anything clearly."
After holding it in for a long time, she finally uttered these words.
However, her desire to survive was still very strong. Seeing that Xie Zhiyan was silent, she reached out to touch his face, thinking that if she could just touch him like this, coupled with an astonished expression and a few nice words of praise, she would be able to fool him.
Xie Zhiyan's face still showed no emotion. Even in a restrained posture, he maintained the demeanor of a gentleman.
But when her soft fingertips landed on his tense jaw without warning, it was like gravel falling on the surface of a calm lake, creating ripples.
Xie Zhiyan turned his head to look at her with a dark look in his eyes.
His gaze traveled from her wrist, to her tousled hair, and down to a pair of eyes that shone brightly in the night. He didn't object to the touch, but instead lowered himself to cooperate without a word. "My dear, your hair is as sharp as a knife, your eyes are handsome, and your eyebrows are well-shaped..."
With every word she spoke, her fingertips traced a spot, a sweetness so soft and gentle that it could drown one. Her coaxing tone, similar to the one she used to speak to the elders at Tianchang Temple yesterday, gave the illusion of exceptional sincerity.
Xie Zhiyan remained silent, allowing the mischievous fingertips to stroke his eyebrows.
Until her slender fingertips accidentally brushed across his thin lips, and he happened to purse his lips.
"Dan Chun..." Sheng Puzhu's voice suddenly stopped. She felt her heartbeat become extremely fast. The man's slightly cool lips pressed against her warm fingertips, and the breath exhaled from his lips extended from the fingertips all the way to the palm of her hand.
The cold and hot breaths rose and fell with his breathing.
"Danchun what?" His voice was a little deep, and suddenly it had a dangerous tone.
Sheng Puzhu curled her fingertips and was about to pull her hand back, but the next moment her wrist was grabbed. She seemed not to be using any strength at all, but she couldn't struggle at all even if she used all her strength.
Their breaths intertwined, and the scattered hair made it impossible to tell who was who. When she exerted force, her knees slightly bent and she almost hit him.
"My dear." Sheng Puzhu raised her head, her long legs hidden under the brocade quilt, her toes slightly stretched.
Xie Zhiyan's palm, which was clasping her wrist, seemed to pause for a moment, and then slowly moved down from her lips. With every inch, she could clearly feel the cold skin and muscles full of strength where his palm passed.
Even when she was having sex with him, she would just lie there obediently and never do anything so outrageous.
Sheng Puzhu seems bold, but in fact he follows strict etiquette in some matters and is unwilling to cross the line easily.
The night is like thick, insoluble ink.
Sheng Puzhu was in a trance, as if he was dreaming.
The whole person was wrapped in a cold and damp cloud, and the touch was infinitely magnified. The action that should have been resisted gradually changed in the end. The slightly cool and smooth skin, accompanied by the undulations of muscles, was like the curves of mountains.
She didn't even know when he let go of her hand. His palm was no longer under her control and he showed no intention of stopping.
At first, it was fine. Wherever his fingertips passed, he saw delicate skin wrapped around firm muscles. He knew without using his eyes that those smooth lines must be full of wildness, like a beast ready to pounce, which was completely different from his gentle and cool appearance.
But gradually, she started to feel a scar that was as long as a finger joint, and more and more scars rubbed against her fingertips.
Some scars feel soft to the touch, while in some places you can feel that the wounds are very deep. Even if they heal, they will leave indelible scars, just like a flaw in a beautiful jade.
For him, these flaws are probably the merits of a winner in every life-and-death moment.
Sheng Puzhu did not say anything, but gently stroked the scars in silence.
An unknown amount of time had passed, but just as her fingertips were stroking the well-defined eighth abdominal muscle and were about to slide down, her slender wrist was gripped again without warning.
"Hmm?" She was immersed in the scars and blinked in a daze.
"You can continue to praise me." His expression was calm, but his voice was hoarse.
Sheng Puzhu realized belatedly that if she touched half an inch further down, she would touch something under him.
ah!
That was the "young master" who made her anxious and unable to sleep, and she couldn't bear it every time.
It was a close call, I almost caught it.
Sheng Puzhu was filled with shame and anger, her cheeks instantly flushed red, and even the tips of her ears were dyed with a charming smoky color. There was a small mole under her right earlobe, which looked like a drop of blood about to drip.
She turned away, her clear eyes finally filled with panic, and her voice was filled with pleading: "My dear, you are like an immortal in the ninth heaven. How can these mortal people's praise be applied to you?"
"My dear, could you please be magnanimous and not be angry with me?"
She pretended to be calm, but at the critical moment, she poured out sweet words of praise like they were free.
Xie Zhiyan smiled, his beautiful lips curled up in a subtle arc, and he said with certainty: "I never get angry with anyone."
"Madam, you misunderstood."
Not angry?
Sheng Puzhu couldn't believe his ears. He thought to himself, this is unbelievable. He was so angry that he was trying every possible way to make her praise him.
He even boasted that he never got angry with anyone.
This is a lie!
"Since you are not angry, then let's settle it down as soon as possible."
Sheng Puzhu reached out to push him, but she couldn't see clearly in the darkness, and accidentally tore open his plain white belt. The moment the collar was opened, the refreshing cypress fragrance in the tent became stronger, and the sweet fragrance of the goose pear tent was suppressed to be almost inaudible.
"Placement? Madam's injuries..."
He paused, his breath almost touching her ear, and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
What injury?
Sheng Puzhu felt that he changed the subject too quickly, and did not expect that Xie Zhiyan had clearly misunderstood her action of tearing off his underwear, and took it as some kind of hint before going to bed.
She blinked her eyes, looking confused and not understanding what he meant.
After a long moment, Xie Zhiyan lowered his head and said calmly, "I didn't see Madam apply the medicine today."
Sheng Puzhu finally realized where on his body the injury he was talking about was.
She moved her lips, her first reaction was to deny, but when she looked up and met his dark eyes that seemed to be able to see through people, the words of rejection instantly turned into silent silence.
"Okay, I understand."
Xie Zhiyan lowered his body, and the cold breath trapped her in a small space.
He reached out and meticulously unbuttoned her clothes. His body's instinctive reaction and the self-restraint engraved in his bones seemed to form two sharp extremes.
When the rough palm clasped the slender waist, both of them trembled at the same time.
The touch of their skin, those subtle touches, were like a test of an approaching heavy rain. Sheng Puzhu was hot, but the man's broad chest was exposed to the air, so cold that it made her shiver.
The storm was coming, but she was like a delicate camellia. Although it bloomed magnificently, it could not withstand such violent swaying.
"Husband..." Sheng Puzhu turned her head, her long black hair spread out in disarray, her eyes full of affection filled with mist. She twisted her body uncomfortably, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word.
In this kind of situation, he didn't know how to be gentle, but instead revealed the strength hidden deep in his bones.
Once you start, it's hard to stop.
But from beginning to end, Xie Zhiyan just followed his cognitive instincts. Sweat soaked his temples. He moved heavily and looked at her very intently.
At the beginning, just like before, she was shy but not opposed to it. But when the critical moment came and he was having a hard time, she seemed unable to bear it.
Her sweaty brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was filled with countless incomprehensible confusions. The two times she had applied medicine to her before, the area was not as difficult as it was now.
"Are you okay?" He paused, his voice filled with suppressed calmness, his eyes lowered, as if trying to discern truth from her expression.
Sheng Puzhu tilted her head back, her face and neck covered in cold sweat. She was breathing rapidly and wanted it to be over quickly, but she didn't feel the satisfaction she had in her dream. She couldn't figure out the reason no matter how hard she tried.
She nodded at him randomly, but when he moved, she couldn't hold back her voice and let out a weak groan.
Obviously, she had heard Princess Duanyang mention this kind of thing a few times, but including the wedding night, this was the third time for her and Xie Zhiyan, and the fact that it didn't match was still so obvious.
The rain didn't start to fall until a long time later.
The tear-like raindrops gradually turned into heavy rain.
Sheng Puzhu finally got a chance to catch her breath because of the late rain. She swayed in the rain, and after being soaked by the wet water, the pistil wrapped in nectar was revealed.
Just when she was about to be drowned and suffocated, the rain finally stopped.
"Where's the medicine?"
Xie Zhiyan stood up and looked away with an elusive expression.
Sheng Puzhu fell into a brief trance and it took him a long time to regain his voice.
"In the dressing-box or purse."
"Can you please let..."
She squeezed her knees together in discomfort and managed to say a few words. Her eyelids were heavy and she soon began to snore softly. It was obvious that her physical strength was not enough to withstand his energy. After just one time, she was already overdrawn.
Fortunately, he only does it once each time.
This was her only thought of relief before she completely lost consciousness.
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