Chapter 43 His mind was filled with the color of her tongue.
Cui Ying suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes wide, forgetting to chew, and stared at Xiao Qiyu, who had sprayed tea all over the floor, as if she had seen a ghost: "What's wrong with you? Is there poison in this tea?"
A drop of water slid down Xiao Qiyu's tense jaw and landed on his clothes. He raised his hand to wipe the water from the corner of his mouth and said lightly, "I drank too fast and choked."
Cui Ying breathed a sigh of relief, then popped another piece of crispy pork into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out. She rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're really something, choking on water. Are you a three-year-old?"
Xiao Qiyu didn't rush to refute her. Instead, he put the teacup back in its place, pretending to be indifferent, and looked up at her, asking, "What did you just say? What marriage?"
Cui Ying: "You don't know?"
Xiao Qiyu looked confused.
Cui Ying didn't care at all, speaking as frankly as if she were talking about the weather: "It's just that your second aunt originally wanted to marry her little niece to you, and often said that you two were a perfect match. Many people in this mansion should know this, but you didn't."
Xiao Qiyu remained silent, his gaze darkening as if pondering when this had happened. He didn't care what others said; he only wanted to know how Cui Ying viewed it.
Would she care?
Will she... feel unhappy?
Xiao Qiyu slightly raised his eyelashes and his gaze fell on Cui Ying's face.
The girl's eyes were only on the crispy pork. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and carefree. Because there was too much pepper powder stuck to her fingertips, she licked her fingers as she spoke, and her pink tongue flashed under Xiao Qiyu's eyelids.
...dry mouth and throat.
Xiao Qiyu started drinking water again.
"And I heard that girl is incredibly beautiful."
Cui Ying said with great interest, "She has a quiet temperament and is a refined young lady who rarely leaves her home."
Xiao Qiyu said "Oh," his mind filled with the color of her tongue, and he didn't hear a word she said.
Cui Ying tilted her head to look at him, a mischievous smile on her face: "So, don't you think it's a pity?"
Xiao Qiyu countered, "What's a pity?"
Cui Ying sighed, "What a pity, you already have me."
In an instant, Xiao Qiyu felt as if something had gently bumped into his heart.
A strange, warm feeling instantly spread throughout my body, as if I was enveloped in warmth from head to toe. Everything around me seemed to come alive; the weather was bright, and birds were singing and flowers were blooming.
“But we only have two years left,” Cui Ying chewed and swallowed the last piece of crispy pork. “Once you get the divorce papers, you can marry whoever you want. If that Miss Qin is still unmarried by then, it might not stop you two from getting married.”
Xiao Qiyu's gaze immediately darkened.
It got dark, the birds sang unpleasantly, and the flowers lost their fragrance.
He scoffed and picked up on Cui Ying's words, saying lightly, "Yes, I can't wait for that day to come so I can cut ties with you, marry a new wife, take ten or eight concubines, and never have anything to do with you again."
Cui Ying always listened to the important points. She didn't even hear the two "with you"s. She only heard "ten or eight concubines" and rolled her eyes. She said sarcastically, "Look at you, so capable. Ten or eight concubines? Is your body strong enough? Be careful not to hurt your back. You won't even be able to ride a horse in the future."
A thin blush rose behind Xiao Qiyu's ears, and his whole body felt so hot that he seemed to be steaming. His gloomy eyes stared at Cui Ying, and he said coldly, "Have you finished eating?"
Cui Ying then remembered that she was still eating the food Xiao Qiyu had bought. As the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding," so Cui Ying immediately changed her tune, patted the pepper powder off her hands, smiled sweetly, and deliberately raised her voice to be sweet and obedient: "I'm done eating."
"Then wipe all the pepper powder off the floor."
Xiao Qiyu put on a stern face and glanced at the ground with disdain: "It's so sloppy."
Cui Ying was stunned for a moment, then widened her eyes in surprise, pointed at him and shouted, "You, Xiao Qiyu! You clearly bought this crispy pork for me!"
Didn't they consider that this stuff crumbles easily when they bought it?! They're just nitpicking!
Xiao Qiyu didn't even look at her, and went straight to the floor: "I'm going to catch up on my sleep. I hope I can see the floor is clean when I wake up."
Cui Ying didn't retract her pointing hand. She glanced at his back, which exuded an aura of wickedness even from the back of his head, then at the oil paper package in his hand, and suddenly realized:
No wonder, there's always a reason for such kindness; they're either up to no good or a thief. So that's what they were waiting for!
Cui Ying sneered inwardly: Fine, fine, Xiao Qiyu, you just wait, I will definitely get my revenge!
After noon, dark clouds gradually appeared in the sky, and fine rain drifted in the wind, slanting into the windowpane.
On the floor, Xiao Qiyu looked serene. Unlike his usual furrowed brows when he was asleep, his brows were relaxed at this moment, making his face appear gentler, like a wolfhound feigning sleep to lure its prey.
Cui Ying searched the courtyard in the rain, her skirt getting soaked. Finally, she plucked a fuzzy foxtail grass from the corner of the wall and returned to her room. Like a wicked cat, she tiptoed and sneakily approached her bedding.
After squatting down, she held the foxtail grass under Xiao Qiyu's nostrils and lightly scratched that small patch of skin.
Xiao Qiyu frowned and turned his face to the other side.
Cui Ying was overjoyed and stretched the foxtail grass over again, determined not to let him get such a good night's sleep.
Xiao Qiyu frowned even more, turned his face inward, and leaned his shoulders inward as if trying to escape the agonizing itch.
When Cui Ying tried to reach out and scratch him again, she could barely reach him.
She simply leaned her upper body forward, her petite frame almost lying across Xiao Qiyu's chest, in exchange for the extension of her arms.
Just as the foxtail grass was about to reach Xiao Qiyu's nose again, Cui Ying's waist suddenly tightened, and her body collapsed uncontrollably.
"ah!"
After a short scream, when Cui Ying came to her senses, she was already firmly locked in Xiao Qiyu's arms. His long arms wrapped around her waist like vines, making her unable to move.
That would be fine if it were just that.
Xiao Qiyu's face was still buried deep in Cui Ying's neck, his warm breath spraying directly onto her earlobe, and a tingling, itchy sensation immediately flowed through Cui Ying's limbs and bones.
"I was wrong, I won't bother you anymore!"
Cui Ying's face was flushed, and her body was so hot that it felt like her clothes were about to catch fire. She twisted and turned wildly, trying to escape this fiery embrace.
Xiao Qiyu kept his eyes closed, seemingly not awake at all, completely treating Cui Ying as a soft and comfortable pillow, his arms neither tight nor loose, but rather tightening more and more.
"Ah! I can't breathe!"
Enraged, Cui Ying yelled at Xiao Qiyu, "Don't think I don't know you're pretending to be asleep! Open your eyes right now! Otherwise, I'll go to my grandmother and tell her on you, I'll have her—"
Cui Ying racked his brains, considering the most severe punishments, and finally chose the one he thought was the most terrifying. He said fiercely, "I'll ground you! For three months! No, six months!"
In the silence, a low, suppressed laugh suddenly broke out from the boy's chest, the vibrations clearly transmitted to Cui Ying's soft bosom.
Xiao Qiyu lazily opened his eyes, his narrow phoenix eyes suppressing a hint of pleasure. Seeing the puffed-up, flushed face in his arms, he feigned surprise and frowned, drawing out his words: "Cui Ying? What are you doing in my bed?"
Seeing Cui Ying's already flushed face burn even more, he narrowed his eyes and said in a meaningful tone, "I know, are you planning to do something bad to me while I'm asleep?"
"Bullshit!" Cui Ying spat three times, her eyes wide with anger, blinking rapidly. "Who would do anything to you? Even if every man in the world died, I wouldn't do anything to you!"
Xiao Qiyu scoffed, deliberately letting his breath brush against her earlobe: "Cui Tuantuan, firstly, not all the men in the world will die out. Secondly, if they all died out, the possibility of you taking advantage of me would be even higher."
Cui Ying was nearly driven mad by the excruciating itch and, too lazy to waste words with him, immediately commanded, "Let me go!"
Xiao Qiyu said "Oh", then lazily added, "My hands are stiff from sleeping, I can't lift them."
Cui Ying knew he was doing it on purpose and glared at him angrily.
Their eyes met.
Rain pattered on the banana leaves outside the window, and the girl still carried the dampness of the rain. Her wisps of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her slender neck. Her snow-white skin had already turned a vibrant crimson from the heat, and her earlobes were rosy and full, like ripe berries.
Xiao Qiyu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes gradually darkened.
Unfamiliar desires sprouted and quietly grew within me.
"Don't look at me with that fierce look, I'm not afraid of you." Cui Ying raised her eyebrows, her expression bright and flamboyant, like a little peacock that would never admit defeat, taking Xiao Qiyu's gaze as a provocation.
Xiao Qiyu stared at her silently, neither refuting nor letting go. Their young bodies were pressed tightly together through the thin summer fabric, and they could clearly feel each other's body temperature, heartbeat, and even the rise and fall of each breath.
Gradually, Cui Ying began to feel something was amiss.
But I couldn't quite put my finger on what was strange about it.
She only felt that Xiao Qiyu's eyes were a little different from before.
In the past, when he looked at her, his eyes were fierce, as if he wanted to breathe fire, but she was not afraid at all.
Now, as he looked at her, his eyes were calm and he showed no reaction, yet it made her feel... a little creepy.
It felt like he could eat her at any moment.
No, she needs to stay away from him.
Cui Ying knew he could never beat Xiao Qiyu in a contest of strength, so he silently bent his knees and thrust upwards with all his might—
Xiao Qiyu hadn't expected her to pull this stunt. His breath hitched, and he rolled away, his voice low and restrained as he spoke, "Cui Ying, are you up to your old tricks again?"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cui Ying scrambled to her feet and stood at a safe distance. She snorted loudly, raised her chin high, and put her hands on her hips, saying, "To deal with someone like you, you have to be quick, accurate, and ruthless. I'm warning you, don't mess with me, or I'll give you a few kicks that will leave you childless and unable to have children. After the divorce, even if you take a hundred concubines, you won't have any use for them."
"Then you'll just have to wait and take responsibility for me."
The lush vegetation outside the window, washed clean by the rain, turned a deep, dark green, its vibrant colors almost eerie.
The boy looked at her; her face was as white as jade, and her eyes were serene.
His voice was steady, cold, and gloomy, emanating a chilling aura.
"I'll cling to you for the rest of my life."
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Author's Note: A new pseudo-incestuous story recently popped into my head. Here's a sneak peek at the synopsis; if you're interested, you can bookmark it in my author page. The title is "Ananda." *kiss*
As a stubborn female supporting character in the storybook, Ananda did many crazy things in order to keep her brother, the emperor.
She would take cold showers on winter nights just so that her brother would stay by her side when she fell ill;
She would deliberately scratch herself, just so that her brother would feel sorry for her and apply medicine to her wounds.
She would administer arsenic to the pregnant female lead, just to ensure that she was the emperor's only true love.
Sixteen-year-old Ananda was like a naive and cruel little lion, wantonly devouring the life force of himself and others.
She naively believed that no matter what she did, her brother would always love her.
On a winter night when the female protagonist vomited blood, Ananda, the mastermind behind it all, was stripped of his title, demoted to a commoner, and banished from the palace by his elder brother, the emperor.
Once a princess, she ended up starving to death on the streets, her body left unclaimed.
It was at that moment that Ananda finally realized that the deep-seated affection he had for his elder brother, whom he had relied on for more than a decade, was no match for his fear of death.
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Ji Wu knew from a young age that her younger sister loved her, loved her to the point of disregarding everything.
His adorable yet cruel younger sister will always stay by his side by any means necessary; bloodshed and death cannot separate her from him.
Until one ordinary afternoon.
Peach blossoms fall like rain, while the clouds hang low and do not flow.
The obedient younger sister buried her face in his knees and said, "Brother, I want to get married. Please choose a husband for me."
"Whoever it is, the farther away from you, the better."
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