Chapter 89 He seems unable to stop settling accounts.
Upon hearing the sounds outside, Cui Ying's body instantly froze, her pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously softened her struggling movements.
She could feel her cheeks rapidly heating up, burning hot, while her back, pressed against the door, was ice-cold. The interplay of hot and cold made her heart pound so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
Xiao Qiyu had obviously heard the commotion outside the door, but showed no intention of stopping.
He even intensified the entanglement of their lips and teeth because of the voices so close to him, completely enveloping Cui Ying between the door and himself. His broad shoulders and narrow waist formed a solid barrier, encircling her entirely in his arms.
He was more than a head taller than her; with that kind of movement, she would have no chance of escaping.
Cui Ying's hand was still pressed against his chest, but she gradually lost strength and could only futilely grip his clothes to prevent herself from collapsing.
She could hear his rapid breathing, and the students' playful noises outside the door. The soft, wet touch between her lips and teeth became increasingly clear, carrying an unbearable heat that almost melted her entire body in the dimly lit room.
Xiao Qiyu noticed her compromise and became even bolder, grabbing her wrists and draping her arms around his neck, leaving their bodies completely separated and pressed tightly together.
The woman's body was incredibly soft; the moment she touched him, Xiao Qiyu's breathing became heavy.
At first, he just wanted to use this method to tell Cui Ying that he wasn't afraid of her spittle at all.
But now, he seems to be unable to stop.
Breaths mingled, and Cui Ying was so overwhelmed by the kisses that she pressed her entire body against the door.
Xiao Qiyu pressed against her, giving her no chance to catch her breath.
The thin door panel, weighed down by the weight of two people, was already too heavy to bear. It creaked and wobbled precariously before being suddenly shaken open.
Cui Ying couldn't help but back away. Their lingering lips finally parted, and the refreshing air and the chilly spring breeze instantly filled Cui Ying's senses. The chirping of birds on the eaves was amplified infinitely.
"Huh? Madam Cui! What are you doing here!"
Just then, another group of students from the West Campus passed by. Cui Ying retreated and ended up in the crowd, where the students helped her up.
One moment she was being kissed to the point of ecstasy, the next she was in broad daylight, with glistening saliva still clinging to her lips. She was breathing heavily, completely caught off guard.
Inside the door, Xiao Qiyu stood in the shadows, his fair face already stained red, his lips also covered in mud, his chest heaving violently, his phoenix eyes dull and lifeless, staring straight at Cui Ying standing in the crowd outside the door, his outstretched hand raised in the air, not retracting for a long time.
With his skills, he could normally hold Cui Ying back no matter what.
But he was too engrossed in the kiss.
"Why is Scholar Xiao here too... Hey, this door seems to be broken. What were you two doing inside just now?"
As the students peered curiously into the room, Cui Ying looked at Xiao Qiyu's face and then at her own disheveled appearance. She felt that if she kept looking like this, even a fool would know what the two of them had just been doing inside.
"Xiao... Xiao Qiyu!"
Cui Ying suddenly let out a roar, though his voice sounded weak and lacked confidence, it still managed to attract the students' attention.
It also attracted Xiao Qiyu's attention.
The boy tilted his head slightly, his face resting on her moist, glistening lips, his phoenix eyes narrowed as he looked at her with a leisurely air.
Cui Ying swallowed hard, trying to look furious, and pointed at him, saying, "You just wait! I... I'm too lazy to argue with you today, I'll settle the score with you later!"
Settling accounts?
Xiao Qiyu raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
He was actually looking forward to her "settling accounts" with him.
When the students heard Cui Ying's words and observed the two people's flushed faces, they concluded that the two must have had a big argument inside. Look, their faces are all red from arguing.
Cui Ying then pointed at Xiao Qiyu, uttering harsh words as she ran away, as if afraid others wouldn't know she had just argued with Xiao Qiyu.
Even though the image from behind resembles a rabbit fleeing in panic.
After descending the mountain, Cui Ying did not return to the Marquis's residence, but instead went to the Duke of Wei's residence.
She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to go back to her parents' home, but the thought of possibly meeting Xiao Qiyu when she returned to the Marquis's mansion made her feel uneasy.
Damn it, isn't she avoiding him right now?
After realizing this, Cui Ying became genuinely angry.
She's never been afraid of anyone in her life, let alone avoided anyone, so why would she avoid him? It's just a few kisses... They've kissed before!
So Cui Ying started counting on his fingers inside the carriage.
Their first kiss was on their wedding night. Her brocade tangled around his body, and she accidentally kissed him.
The second time they kissed was during an argument. She deliberately put her foot in his mouth to disgust him, but he kissed her forcefully, which disgusted her in return.
The third kiss was after she was under the influence of Qian Qiuchan's aphrodisiac incense; unable to control herself, she forcibly kissed him...
Upon doing this calculation, Cui Ying realized that she and Xiao Qiyu had actually kissed each other so many times.
What was she panicking about?
Cui Ying suddenly felt that she had acted too intensely. It wasn't like they hadn't kissed before, so why was it so chaotic?
Perhaps Xiao Qiyu didn't take it seriously at all, and simply thought she was too noisy and wanted to shut her up.
The car wheels rumbled loudly, and the scent of early spring grass and trees wafted past the window.
Having successfully calmed himself down, Cui Ying breathed a sigh of relief and instructed, "Let's not go back to the Duke of Wei's mansion, let's go to the Marquis's mansion instead."
The servant obeyed and immediately turned the horse around.
Cui Ying leaned out the window, feeling refreshed and invigorated by the cool early spring breeze.
But to her utter surprise, the reasoning she had come to understand during the day in the carriage was completely useless at night.
The bright moon hung in the sky, all was quiet, and the fragrance of pears filled the tent, a familiar and sweet scent.
But for some reason, she felt that her nostrils were filled with the cool scent of soapberry.
The fragrance emanating from Xiao Qiyu.
Cui Ying tossed and turned, kicking the bedding into disarray. Moonlight streamed through the window, casting dappled, swaying shadows on the floor, mirroring her current state of mind.
She opened and closed her eyes, and all she could see was the scene in the artifact room during the day. Xiao Qiyu's tall figure encircled her between the door and his chest, his hot and rapid breath falling on her neck, the sensation between his lips and teeth burning and clear, and the warmth of their bodies pressed tightly together when he grabbed her wrist and put her arm around his neck...
"wrong!"
Cui Ying sat up abruptly, her brows furrowed tightly, her heart pounding.
We've kissed more than once before, but why does it feel so different today?
She bit her lip, her mind replaying those chaotic moments uncontrollably. His lips and tongue were so intertwined, the soft, wet touch like a fire, burning her cheeks even now when she thinks about it.
"If you want to kiss, then kiss! Why stick out your tongue!"
Cui Ying angrily punched the blanket: "What the hell is he trying to do?!"
Is it really because he thinks she's noisy? But when he used to think she was noisy, he would either give her a cold look and argue back, or simply turn around and leave. He's never done this before.
Cui Ying became increasingly confused as she thought about it. Her mind felt like it was a tangled mess that she couldn't untangle no matter what she did. She tried to move on from the matter and tell herself that it wasn't worth taking it to heart, but her heart was pounding like a rabbit, and her whole body was getting hot.
She lifted the blanket to reveal her body, but she still felt hot, as if even the air had become hot.
"Is it really only February? I feel like summer is already here. It's so hot, I'm dying of heat."
Under the moonlight, Cui Ying complained weakly, her fingertips unconsciously digging into the pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water on the quilt. The fiery redness burned from her neck to her ears, almost setting her on fire.
Oh God, help!
...
For several days afterward, Cui Ying did not teach at Luming Academy. Instead, she either returned to the Duke's Mansion to visit her parents and grandmother, or went on a spring outing outside the city with her close female friends—even though it was still quite green.
Even she herself didn't realize that, even if she didn't have any ulterior motives, she was still subconsciously reducing the possibility of meeting Xiao Qiyu.
In mid-February, Chen Shuangshuang went into labor and gave birth to a daughter safely.
Cui Ying prepared generous gifts and went to the Duke of Huguo's mansion to visit her good sister.
The newborn baby was red and wrinkled, like a little monkey. Cui Ying didn't look at it much; her eyes were on Chen Shuangshuang. Seeing her haggard appearance, tears welled up in Cui Ying's eyes.
Chen Shuangshuang took her hand and said with a smile, "Put away your tears. The midwife said that my delivery was smooth and I didn't suffer much. The weather was also good, not too hot or too cold, so my postpartum period was comfortable."
Cui Ying's eyes were still glistening with tears. She wiped them away and stubbornly said, "I didn't cry. I just feel sorry for you."
Chen Shuangshuang pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, "If you really care about me, then give me a son-in-law as soon as possible. My daughter is a year or two older, so we can make a childhood sweetheart. But if we wait a few more years, the age won't match up."
Cui Ying was lost in thought when suddenly, on a whim, she asked, "With whom?"
Chen Shuangshuang was both amused and exasperated by her question: "Is your husband named Xiao Qiyu?"
Cui Ying's brows immediately furrowed.
Xiao Qiyu, Xiao Qiyu, it's Xiao Qiyu again.
It's already too much to stick his tongue into her mouth, but why does he have to keep trying to get her name into her ears every day?
...
When we left the Duke of Huguo's mansion, it was already evening. The sky was ablaze with fiery clouds and the afterglow was dazzling.
As Cui Ying approached the carriage, the servant bowed and reported, "Young Madam, Seventh Master—"
Cui Ying waved her hand: "Don't mention him to me, I don't want to hear his name right now."
After speaking, without needing any help from the maids, he nimbly stepped onto the footstool, got into the carriage, and casually lifted the brocade curtain.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Qiyu sat on a soft cushion, upright and quiet, holding an open storybook in his hand. His long eyelashes cast a small, shimmering shadow under his eyes as he read intently. His delicate profile appeared exceptionally soft in the rosy light, yet his aura remained as aloof and detached as ever.
Cui Ying was stunned.
At the same time, before her mind could react, her body acted instinctively; she took a step back and subconsciously turned to leave—
Suddenly, a large hand reached out, grabbed her hand that was holding the curtain, and pulled her inside.
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Author's Note: Good evening, reviewer! Wishing you good health, all the best, great fortune, and much luck! It's all above the neck, please be lenient!! [Heart][Heart][Heart]
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