Chapter 109 After waking up, Cui Ying swallowed.
The next day, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
The scorching, sweet, and fishy smell of the night had completely faded, leaving only a clear, medicinal fragrance floating in the air. The faint morning light quietly entered the room through the window lattice, illuminating the softly swaying curtains and the men's and women's clothes scattered on the floor. Through the curtains, the disheveled scene on the bed could be vaguely seen.
The birds chirped sweetly outside the window. Cui Ying opened her eyes groggily, feeling a throbbing headache, as if a wet rag was stuffed inside. Her body also felt constricted, as if blocked by high walls on all sides.
She struggled to lift her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Xiao Qiyu's face.
The boy had a fair face and black hair, his eyes were closed, and his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes rose and fell slightly with his breath. He was usually a man with a grumpy face, but now he seemed surprisingly docile in his sleep, like... like what?
Cui Ying thought for a moment and then came up with an idea.
Like a well-fed puppy.
Cui Ying was a little lost in thought when she saw it and couldn't help but gently brush her fingertips against the "puppy's" long eyelashes.
Xiao Qiyu groaned, frowned, and tightened his arms, encircling Cui Ying tightly in his embrace.
His body was too stiff, and his chest was like a stone. Cui Ying felt very uncomfortable and struggled to escape from his embrace, but no matter how hard she tried, it was no use. Xiao Qiyu would only unconsciously tighten his embrace.
Moreover, she always felt that there was a hard thing pressing against her stomach, which made her stomach hurt.
Unable to bear it any longer, Cui Ying lowered her head and looked down at her lower abdomen. After seeing what was pressing against her stomach, she was stunned for a moment, then her almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise—
"ah!"
A scream shattered the silence; birds chirping outside the window fluttered away, the flowering trees swayed, and the sunlight cast dappled shadows.
Xiao Qiyu was startled awake by the sound. When he opened his eyes, they were still misty with sleepiness. He looked down at Cui Ying, who was pale and distraught in his arms, and subconsciously kissed her on the tip of her nose. He asked in a low, hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
"You have the nerve to ask me what's wrong!" Cui Ying pushed him forcefully, her cheeks flushed red, and she said in shame and anger, "Look down at yourself!"
Xiao Qiyu looked down.
The blanket had long since been kicked away, and the two bodies were pressed tightly together, intimately intertwined.
"Oh," Xiao Qiyu said, fighting off sleepiness, burying his face in her neck and nuzzling her, his voice hoarse and sticky, "It's hard."
Cui Ying's face flushed crimson all the way down to her neck. Suddenly, she found the strength in no time, kicked Xiao Qiyu away, and scrambled to the other side of the bed. Her cheeks instantly turned as red as if they were about to bleed. She pointed at him fiercely, "You, you, how could you do this! How could you sleep without pants on! How could you do this!"
The bright morning light shone directly on her slender waist and long legs. Xiao Qiyu stared at Cui Ying with her hazy dark eyes and said lazily, "I'm wearing it."
He paused, then added without changing his expression, "It was probably too hot at night, so I took it off without realizing it."
"You shameless bastard!" Cui Ying covered her ears tightly.
Instead of feeling ashamed, Xiao Qiyu raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze falling on Cui Ying's delicate skin. Looking at the few red marks on her exquisite collarbone, he swallowed hard and slowly asked, "And how are you any better?"
Following his gaze, Cui Ying looked down and saw a patch of white. She gasped again, frantically searching for the blanket, pulling it up to her chin, her neck turning bright red: "What are you looking at!"
Xiao Qiyu admired her blushing expression, tilted his head slightly, his voice still hoarse, with a faint nasal tone lingering in his voice, and the last syllable drawn out: "What are you nervous about? It's not like I haven't seen it before."
As he finished speaking, his gaze froze slightly.
He forgot.
Although he saw Cui Ying naked, Cui Ying never saw him, not even once.
Even during that absurd encounter under the crabapple tree, because it was dark and there was no light, she didn't see anything; all she saw was him recklessly...
Seeing Cui Ying's face flushed with shame and indignation, Xiao Qiyu's heart tightened.
It really scared her.
With the horrific scene still etched in her mind, Cui Ying's heart pounded wildly. Forgetting everything else, she frantically searched for her nightgown among the messy bedding, wanting nothing more than to wrap herself up tightly as soon as possible.
Suddenly, a long arm reached out and pulled her into its embrace.
Cui Ying struggled instinctively, but her fingertips touched a warm palm.
Xiao Qiyu held her hand in his palm and gently patted her back with his other hand, saying softly, "Don't be afraid, I've already dressed you."
Cui Ying lowered his head slightly with some doubt and glanced at him quickly. Sure enough, he saw that the pants were neatly put on and the belt was even tied properly. However, his waist was too narrow, and even so, the lines of his abdominal muscles could still be vaguely seen.
For no apparent reason, Cui Ying swallowed.
Xiao Qiyu assumed she was still shaken, so he lowered his head, rubbed his chin against her still-hot cheek, and said earnestly, "It was my fault, I scared you. I promise I'll behave properly from now on, and dress and sleep properly, okay?"
Holding her like that, and hearing him soften his tone and admit his mistake, Cui Ying's shame, anger, and shock were inexplicably soothed.
Her body gradually relaxed, and her face unconsciously buried itself in his chest. She let out a muffled "humph," a low sound carrying a hint of coquettishness that she herself was unaware of.
"You know that much," Cui Ying said fiercely, the skin behind her ears flushed red, still showing signs of shame and indignation.
Xiao Qiyu chuckled and continued to pat her back gently, as if comforting a child, whispering, "It's still early, go back to sleep."
The tent was quiet; only their breathing could be heard.
Cui Ying leaned against Xiao Qiyu's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, his heart pounding repeatedly.
She was initially quite energetic, but listening to his heartbeat and smelling his cool, refreshing scent, she actually felt a bit sleepy.
Just as Cui Ying changed her position and was about to fall asleep comfortably, she vaguely felt Xiao Qiyu trying to gently put her down from his arms.
Almost instinctively, Cui Ying blurted out, "Where are you going?"
His eyes weren't even open.
"Go practice your boxing," Xiao Qiyu's voice was as soft as the first light of dawn, even though the sky was already bright. "The time has come."
Cui Ying said "Oh," her eyes slightly opened, her long eyelashes fluttering with her breath, but she didn't look at Xiao Qiyu.
Xiao Qiyu looked at her furrowed brows, and his heart skipped a beat. Even though they hadn't stepped out of the room yet, he felt the sunlight already shining on them. He couldn't help but whisper, "What, do you want me to stay and keep you company?"
Upon hearing this, Cui Ying's eyes widened suddenly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She glared at him with extreme disdain and said, "No way!"
"If not..."
Xiao Qiyu lowered his eyes, looking at the soft white hand that was gripping his sleeve. He felt a slight scratch on the depths of his heart. He looked up at Cui Ying and asked, "Then why are you holding onto my sleeve so tightly?"
Cui Ying was taken aback, and only then did she notice her own hand.
She was about to let go immediately—
Instead of leaving, Xiao Qiyu reached out and grabbed her hand that was about to let go of him.
His palms were warm, completely enveloping her hand, his fingers forcefully squeezing between hers, interlocking with hers.
The next moment, Xiao Qiyu embraced her and lay down again.
Cui Ying was taken aback. When she looked up again, his exquisite and handsome face was already inches away from hers. She tentatively asked, "You're not leaving?"
With their fingers intertwined, Xiao Qiyu gently stroked the back of her soft hand with his palm, and softly murmured, "I'll leave after you fall asleep."
The land of gentle pleasures is the graveyard of heroes; the old saying is indeed true.
If it weren't for the upcoming martial arts examination, Xiao Qiyu felt that his once-proud composure was utterly inadequate.
As Cui Ying leaned back into Xiao Qiyu's arms, listening to his heartbeat and having his words swirling in her mind, she felt somewhat lost and awkward.
When did he start to be so accommodating to her?
Cui Ying was doing some mental calculations when she suddenly realized she couldn't quite figure it out.
Was it under the crabapple tree... or after that? No, it was clearly earlier than that time.
A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her again. Cui Ying sniffed the crisp fragrance emanating from Xiao Qiyu's arms and said awkwardly, "Xiao Qiyu, you're so annoying."
Xiao Qiyu snorted lightly: "You talk as if you just met me today."
Cui Ying was stunned.
She only met him today.
In the past, she would never have believed that his face, though so delicate, was frighteningly rugged...
Even more unimaginable... that thing actually... her body.
Cui Ying's heartbeat became erratic again, and her cheeks flushed once more. She hurriedly buried her face in Xiao Qiyu's arms, closed her eyes tightly, and pretended to sleep.
"Asleep?" Xiao Qiyu asked.
Cui Ying did not answer, but buried her face even deeper, her long eyelashes brushing against Xiao Qiyu's collarbone like a small fan.
Xiao Qiyu felt a slight itch, his chin tightened slightly, and he swallowed, saying, "Your face is so hot, what are you thinking about?"
"I wasn't thinking about anything," Cui Ying replied in a muffled voice, her tone slightly sticky and feignedly tired.
After saying that, she seemed to feel that her acting was not quite right, so she twisted her body, trying to pretend to stretch, and her chin just happened to brush against Xiao Qiyu's Adam's apple.
A soft itch spread instantly, and Xiao Qiyu's breath hitched. The energy he used to unleash through his fist techniques every morning surged through his body, and the young man's surging blood and qi churned in his dantian, unable to find a breakthrough. His dantian was so tense that it ached.
“Cui Ying,” he suddenly called her name, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his voice low and hoarse like thick ink that couldn’t be dissolved, “I feel that I can’t wait another half month.”
"What do you mean half a month or a month?" Cui Ying raised her head blankly, a few strands of her black hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her lips parted slightly in confusion, and her amber pupils were clear and pure as she stared blankly at Xiao Qiyu.
Looking at her bewildered expression, Xiao Qiyu's eyes suddenly darkened. He grabbed her hand and forcefully covered it with his own—
As the sun rose in the east, the sky outside the window became bright, and the chirping birds gathered outside the window again, their clear voices masking many of the movements behind the gauze window.
The sycamore trees in the courtyard were already lush and leafy, their dark bark cracked with countless deep lines, rough and frightening, with bulging veins.
Cui Jin suddenly ran into Qiyun Pavilion, her expression panicked as she stepped into the corridor. She walked to the tightly closed door, knocked on it, and said, "Miss? Miss, wake up! Something's happened!"
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Author's Note: Here I am! First, let me bow to the reviewer! (thump thump thump!)
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