Chapter 103 The flowers were in full bloom, and he looked at Cui Ying.
Xiao Qiyu's large, burning palm almost covered half of Cui Ying's face, leaving only a pair of almond-shaped eyes that had suddenly widened due to extreme pain.
It clearly showed a side of him that he had never seen before.
His eyes were red, the veins on his forehead were taut, and his teeth were clenched tightly, like a hyena devouring its prey, completely unlike the refined and elegant demeanor of a noble young master.
Suddenly, a night rainstorm struck, and the moon was obscured by dark clouds. The remaining moonlight, like shattered streams, flowed through the intertwined branches of the weeping crabapple tree onto the young body.
The raindrops started lightly, merely moistening the crabapple petals and making a soft sound. But as the rain intensified, the raindrops were no longer a gentle soaking, but turned into sharp blades, pounding heavily and fiercely against the pink crabapple blossoms trembling in the wind.
Cui Ying's tears flowed uncontrollably, her delicate toes trembled, and she curled up helplessly. Tears streamed down her cheeks like broken beads, soaking the large hand that tightly covered her lips.
The damp coolness made the skin at the base of Xiao Qiyu's fingers tremble slightly, as if burned, pulling him back to his senses.
He looked at Cui Ying.
The girl's face was flushed, her whole body was trembling, and her dark hair, soaked with sweat or rain, clung wetly to her cheeks and red ears.
Yes, Ergen...
Xiao Qiyu's eyes flickered slightly. He buried his head in her neck and opened his mouth to take her bright red, round earlobe into his mouth.
Treating her most ticklish spot like this, Cui Ying felt as if a string of raging fire was burning her back. Every hair on her body trembled with unbearable itching. Helplessly, she could only shake her head in resistance, sobs escaping from between her fingers: "No, don't..."
His hot breath sprayed into her earlobe, and Xiao Qiyu gently pricked the soft flesh of her earlobe with his canine teeth, emphatically saying, "I want it."
Water streaks meandered down his shoulders and neck, his taut back muscles were as majestic as mountains, and his masculine aura was overwhelming.
Raindrops pattered on the flowers, the pattering sound of the rain falling intermittently, like large and small jade beads landing on the ground.
Amidst the earth-shaking tremors, Cui Ying, his head throbbing and groggy, suddenly thought of his childhood.
At that time, she was half a head taller than Xiao Qiyu. She was a chubby little girl and she and Xiao Qiyu were naturally at odds. They would often ride on each other and fight. Knowing where each other was most ticklish, one of them would poke the other's lower back with their hand, while the other would breathe into the other's ear. They considered it a great pleasure to make the other feel hot and weak, and they would repeat this evil act tirelessly.
Three years ago, no... half a year ago, Cui Ying would never have imagined that those fighting techniques would one day come in handy for other uses...
Rainwater seeped into her clothes, seeping through the lines of her skin, going from icy cold to scalding hot. She could barely feel herself; her consciousness was replaced by numbness. All she could do was plead in a whimpering voice, "I was wrong, let me go..."
Xiao Qiyu tightened his arms around her, trapping her motionless against his body, and his thin lips brushed against her ear.
The rain mixed with the falling blossoms, as if burying people in this boundless sea of suffering. The girl tilted her slender, fragile neck back and bit her lip tightly, like a swan offering its neck to be slaughtered, enduring all the storms and spring rain. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a crabapple branch swaying in the wind and rain, its petals falling.
"That's strange. Where did the young mistress go? Can she just vanish into thin air?"
"I don't know either. Could it be that the young mistress has disguised herself as a boy and secretly gone out to play again, just like before?"
"I don't think so. Even if the young mistress went out, she would at least have told Sister Cuijin. Look at how flustered Sister Cuijin is, she obviously doesn't know anything about it."
A maidservant passed by, talking in hushed tones, but her footsteps were unusually deafening. Cui Ying nervously covered her mouth, her body trembling uncontrollably, her red and watery almond-shaped eyes widening in terror.
Xiao Qiyu groaned softly, gently massaging her waist with his hand: "Relax."
Cui Ying shook her head, sobbing, her face streaked with tears, looking utterly disheveled and pitiful—a sight she had never seen before.
Looking at her face, Xiao Qiyu felt the fire within him burning ever brighter, a fire that could no longer be easily extinguished.
He swallowed hard, quietly took a step, and swiftly carried her behind the tree.
The light went completely dark, and they couldn't even see each other's faces clearly.
The scalding, intertwined breaths were suppressed by the sound of falling petals; the pattering rain muffled the sounds of lips and teeth; and the shimmering sound of pearls was clear and disordered.
Cui Ying lost count of how many sounds she heard; her consciousness had long since turned to mush. She rolled her eyes back, almost fainting, and futilely clutched a bloodshot, red crabapple blossom in her hand.
Her hand, which had been pushing against his sweaty chest with force due to the pain, unconsciously relaxed slightly in her dazed state, and instead raised her fingers to weakly encircle his neck.
The veins on Xiao Qiyu's forehead throbbed violently, as if he had been greatly stimulated. He first grabbed her hand and bit it, then lowered his head and gently bit her hand away from her lips with his teeth, and kissed her red lips that were already swollen beyond recognition.
A bead of sweat rolled down his tense chin and dripped onto the delicate, flushed skin on the side of her neck, quietly mingling with her tears.
"What's that sound coming from under the tree? Did you hear it?"
Suddenly someone noticed something was wrong.
"There seems to be some noise, is it the sound of rain?"
"It doesn't sound like rain. It's much louder than rain. To me, it sounds more like... Never mind, I'd better go and call Sister Cuijin over."
Upon hearing that Cui Jin was coming, Cui Ying felt a sense of despair, as if her reputation was about to be ruined. In her nervousness, she bit Xiao Qiyu's lips, the taste of blood spreading between her lips and teeth.
Xiao Qiyu groaned softly in pain, but showed no sign of stopping. Instead, he became even more savage, like a flood that had completely breached a dam, impossible to stop and unwilling to stop.
Before the blink of an eye, Cui Jin's voice appeared, and her footsteps grew closer, as if she were heading in this direction.
Under extreme tension, Cui Ying's body convulsed uncontrollably, with even every strand of hair tightening to the extreme.
Xiao Qiyu felt a tingling sensation in the back of his head, his breathing heavy and burning. Acting on instinct, he tightened his grip on her waist—
As night deepened and the drizzling rain gradually subsided, the air was filled with the pungent, earthy scent of soil, mixed with other aromas, a sweet yet intensely pungent smell.
Cui Jin stared at the faint outline of a figure visible behind the tree, and asked cautiously with a hint of fear, "Who's in there?"
There was no response in the darkness, only the woman's pitiful whimper could be heard.
Cui Jin immediately recognized the voice as her own daughter's.
"I'll ask you one more time, who...who are you! Is my young lady in your hands?!" Cui Jin's voice was trembling, and the little maid behind her had already run far away.
The shadows of the flowers swayed, and a tall figure walked out steadily.
Rain dripped down Xiao Qiyu's cheek, his thin lips were unusually red, and a bite mark was faintly visible. His dark-colored casual clothes clung to his narrow waist, outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Cui Ying was held in his arms, her body completely wrapped in his outer robe, with only a section of her fair ankle exposed, on which a bright red mark remained, as if it had been gripped tightly by a hand.
As he moved, pearls kept rolling off the seams of the robe on the person in his arms, pattering onto the muddy ground mixed with flower petals. One after another, one had to think about it carefully to wonder what kind of violent ordeal the pearl-embroidered robe had gone through to be torn to pieces.
"Son-in-law?"
Cui Jin was incredulous. Her gaze then fell on Cui Ying, whose eyes were tightly closed and whose face was noticeably red. She was even more shocked: "Miss, what's wrong with Miss...?"
Xiao Qiyu pulled his robe down, hiding his snow-white ankles inside. His usually indifferent phoenix eyes were now flushed with an unusual redness. He spoke in a low, calm voice: "It was hot and humid at night, so I brought her out for a walk. Perhaps she was tired, because she fell asleep."
Cui Jin looked at their clothes soaked by the rain, the obviously strange color on her young lady's face, and the pearls scattered on the ground. Although she felt that it was not so simple, she did not dare to ask. She could only breathe a sigh of relief and say, "I see. I thought she was a perfectly healthy person who suddenly disappeared. Young master, please come in quickly and be careful not to catch a cold. I will boil water for the young lady to bathe."
Xiao Qiyu said, "I will take her to stay in the front tonight."
Cui Jin hesitated. Although she was happy that the young couple's relationship had improved, the study in the front courtyard was not as convenient as the back courtyard. It was already an exception for a woman to stay overnight once, and if she came again...
Cui Jin steeled her heart and decided to try to persuade him, but when she finally mustered the courage to look up, she only glanced at the young man before she backed down.
Raindrops slid down Xiao Qiyu's thick eyelashes, and his deep phoenix eyes appeared even more serious and stern in the night. Beneath the calm surface, it seemed as if an unshakable rock was hidden, which no one could shake.
Cui Jin suddenly remembered.
How could she be so foolish as to try to advise this ancestor? Apart from the unconscious child in his arms, even among the elders of the Marquis's mansion, who would dare to contradict him verbally?
Cui Jin dared not say anything more and could only watch as the young master carried her poor little master, turned around and stepped into the front of the house. His broad shoulders completely covered the girl's petite figure, not allowing outsiders to see a thing of it.
The more you look at it, the more it resembles a wild beast carrying its hard-won prey, eagerly returning to its lair.
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Author's Note: (Bang!) I'm begging the reviewer! There's nothing below the neck!! I've revised it five times!! Please let it pass!! Wishing the reviewer good health, all the best, and all your wishes fulfilled!!
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