Chapter 103: My heart is beating like thunder. Do you still like me no matter what? ...
A strange atmosphere permeated the small carriage.
Xue Yu's silver-gray silk shirt was mottled, and so was the soft couch...
His breath was heavy and unsteady, his eyes deep as he looked at her. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"
She had been so enthusiastic and proactive in responding to him just now, so why didn't she allow him to...
He calmed his breathing, his voice low and cold, "Why was it possible before? Was it because you met Lu Jie? Have you explained to him the cancellation of the engagement? Yunyang, what exactly do you want to do?"
"It has nothing to do with Lu Jie," Yun Yang said.
"Don't you want to have my child?" His tone became even colder.
Yun Yang wrapped her clothes tightly around her and let down her skirt. The lingering scent still lingered, her legs still trembling slightly, her face flushing slightly. "I did go to see Lu Jie, just to clear things up with him. Isn't that right? Don't act like this the moment I see Lu Jie... If you mind, then I'm like this. I'm engaged to both of them. If you mind, just tell me sooner rather than later..."
"What?!" He interrupted her coldly. "You're ending things with me, huh? You don't want to have my child after meeting him, so you're ending things with me? Yunyang, what do you want me to think?"
He wanted her to love him with all her heart, to be completely open to him, and to have traces of him on her.
"Think whatever you want!" Yun Yang's stubborn temper flared up. She said lightly, "Since doing this kind of thing makes you unhappy, then don't do it again! I don't want to live with you here anymore!"
Her exquisitely slender body was still exposed, with ambiguous red marks on her skin. Yun Yang felt humiliated, so she tightened her clothes, lifted her skirt and prepared to leave.
Xue Yu frowned and pulled her back into his arms. She sat on his lap. The afterglow was lingering, and the faint throbbing sensation of their contact was hard to ignore. His body instantly tensed like a drawn bow.
Xue Yu took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolling back and forth beneath his cold white skin. After a moment, he held her waist, afraid that she would leave again, and gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you torturing me like this?"
Yun Yang lowered his eyes and said, "Let me go. I don't want to talk anymore. I want to go back and take a shower."
Xue Yu felt his heart tighten. She was so anxious to take a shower and despised him so much...
"Are you in such a hurry to shower already? Who was it that kept pestering my Yue in the mines, preventing me from leaving? Who was it that kept tangling with me, sweating profusely, every night? Who promised me a lifetime?" He trembled, "Yun Yang, it's only been a short time, and you've changed?"
"You don't even care about your innocence. You gave me your body, but you can easily want to separate from me? Yunyang, is this Zhang Qian's influence on you?"
A faint red tinge appeared at the corners of Xue Yu's narrow eyes.
There was still Yunyang's lip balm on his face and neck, and his clothes were wide open, revealing a patch of cloudy white spots.
Looking at him like this, Yun Yang suddenly remembered the courtesan who was betrayed by a scholar in the storybook, and she burst out laughing.
After the passion, there seemed to be a seductive glow between Yun Yang's eyebrows, and his smile was bright and hot.
Xue Yu looked at her smile and felt a knot in his heart. He wanted to give her his heart, but she didn't care at all and even laughed at him...
Yun Yang looked at him, angry and helpless, almost crying because of her. She suppressed the ridicule in her heart, turned around, tilted her head and kissed him on the face.
"What's wrong? Are you angry now?" She looked at him with a smile, and touched the red corners of his eyes with her slender fingertips.
She looked at him, "Do you think I'm not good enough? Do you think I'm unreasonable, too much, too much? Do you not like me as much anymore?"
Xue Yu closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you love me or not?"
She tilted her head as if deep in thought, but her gaze lingered tenderly on his handsome face. After a while, she chuckled and told him, "I love you. If I didn't, could I go to Lu Jie to break off the engagement, go to Zhang Qian to ask him to clear my name, and go to those who spoke ill of me one by one to clear my name? I just want to marry you with a clear conscience."
"What do you mean?" His voice was hoarse.
"Xue Jin said my reputation is awful in Upper Kyoto. I'm going to find the source of this rumor and threaten them. If they dare to say anything nonsense again, I'll have Master Xue deal with them." Yun Yang's almond-shaped eyes darted, pretending to be a naive villain. "So, is it okay to borrow the power of the tiger to bully others?"
He still had a tense expression, but it was much more relaxed than before. He frowned and said, "Master Xue... I'm afraid this position isn't high enough. Yangyang can use Master Xue's name to bully others."
"Ah? What..." Her eyes widened, and she came forward to tug at his collar. "You got promoted and made a fortune? Xue... Grand Tutor? Th-what rank is that? The title sounds impressive, but why does it feel so old?"
Bitterness still rippled through his chest and limbs, but she leaned forward and kissed his cheek, cupping his face. "Tell me, tell me, why didn't you tell me this great news?"
Xue Yu closed his eyes, easing the aching pain in his heart, and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Don't treat me like this in the future... okay?"
Yun Yang knew what he was talking about. She climbed her hands around his neck, entwining herself with him like a vine. "Well, I was wrong. I just wanted to see how much you like me..."
Her tone was filled with grievance as she accused, "And I don't want to have a baby right now. I haven't told my sister and mother yet. How can I be pregnant? My mother will beat me to death if she sees me! Besides, I haven't married you yet. I don't want to wear a wedding dress with a big belly. I'll be laughed at."
He was stunned for a moment before he understood, "I didn't think enough. It's my fault."
He only wanted to possess her.
If you are wrong, you have to admit it.
He kissed her forehead lovingly, feeling both emotional and sad, "My Yangyang has really grown up. She knows shame now, and she also knows the worries about contraception..."
Yun Yang looked up at him with a look of condemnation.
"But it's not right to keep me away just because you don't want to have a child." He pinched her cheek and told her, "There are other ways."
The two packed up and got off the carriage. It turned out that they had already arrived at the Xue Mansion. The driver had parked the carriage at the back door, but he had disappeared somewhere...
Yun Yang blushed, and glanced at Xue Yu with a half-angry, half-angry look. She opened her arms to Xue Yu under the carriage and said, "Hold me."
Late at night, when everyone is asleep, the lights gradually dim with the sound of drums. The black-tiled and white-walled residence of the Xue family stands in the darkness, like a dormant giant beast. Fireworks from somewhere suddenly burst into life in the pitch-black night sky, clusters of golden and silver lights soaring up, lighting up the entire night sky.
Xue Yu glanced sideways at Yun Yang. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the fireworks in the sky. When her eyes met his, there was a different kind of dependence in her beautiful eyes. The fireworks illuminated her fair face, like pearls and jade, radiant and shining, with a kind of beauty that did not belong to this world.
She smiled at him.
The fireworks flickered, brightening and dimming. His thin lips curled up, and the blush on his face still lingered, making his profile look even more gentle and handsome. Yun Yang's heart began to beat fast. He always made her heart beat fast without realizing it.
Yun Yang thought that there was no way she couldn't love him.
When they reached the fork in the road beside Qinghu Lake, Xue Yu did not let go of her hand, but just lowered his eyes and looked at her with a smile.
Yun Yang understood what he meant and shrank her neck, "I have to go back. My mother can't see me and she should look for me."
Xue Yu felt a bit of a headache. This was clearly an open and aboveboard matter. Even Xue Jin knew about it. Probably no one in the house didn't know about it. Why did he have to hide it in front of her?
"Don't you want to take a shower? Come to my place." Xue Yu said.
"Go to your place..." Yun Yang hesitated, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay."
She could imagine herself at this moment with disheveled hair and a rosy face. There were traces of him on her body, and her skirt was a mess. It would be bad if her sister and mother found out.
The two of them returned to Fushan Pavilion along the lakeside corridor. Siqing had already prepared water. Yunyang then realized that Xue Yu liked cleanliness and must bathe every day.
The wind rushed in through the cracks in the clean room window, blowing up the hanging three layers of plain silk gauze. The velvet carpet under the feet was dry, and it felt soft when stepped on bare feet, as if stepping on clouds.
Osmanthus flowers floated in the nanmu barrel, and the surface of the water was faintly emitting a warm mist of angelica and frankincense. Yun Yang took off her hair bun, took off her clothes, and got into the water. She rested her head on the edge of the barrel and gently closed her eyes.
She leaned against the wall of the tub, scrubbing herself absentmindedly. Layers of petals covered the water, and thick white mist rose on the surface of the water...
Her face suddenly flushed.
The door rang. It was Xue Yu. He had changed into casual clothes, with his wide sleeves rolled up, revealing a strong arm. In his hand, he held a long-handled wooden spoon with a gooseneck. He stood behind Yun Yang and naturally scooped up water to pour on her white shoulders.
White hot air swirled up and drifted between the beams.
Yun Yang's face was red from the fumigation, and the half of it exposed above the water was round like solidified fat, plump and snow-white. Water droplets stuck to it, as if the morning dew was sliding into the deep and plump depths.
She glanced at him sideways, clutching her chest. "Don't look at anything inappropriate, okay? Close your eyes!"
The long satin-like hair floated in the water like cloud shadows, entangled with Xue Yu's arms.
He closed his eyes as he was told, his warm breath caressing her neck. "How can I wash you if you close your eyes?"
She became interested, knelt up, took his hand, and placed the gauze bag scented with spikenard in his palm. The bag was now soaked with water, and the unique cold fragrance of Xue Yu filled the air. She held his hand and stroked it back and forth along her neck, smiling coquettishly, "Do you understand?"
Yun Yang put her long hair up on the side of her neck, and the water droplets on her shoulders slid down her body, causing tiny ripples on the surface of the fragrant white water. However, Xue Yu felt that the ripples were expanding and expanding in circles in his heart.
He lowered his head, his expression serious and without a trace of flirtation, but no matter how serious he was, the action was extremely ambiguous.
He washed her inch by inch from behind, his hand brushing over her steep collarbone, and then moving down. He moved very slowly, carefully rubbing the delicate crimson with his fingertips.
Yun Yang could feel him getting hot.
His breath was right beside her ear, and his nose and lips were very close to her. Many times she thought he was going to kiss her the next moment, but after a long time, all that fell on her shoulder was his slightly heavy breathing.
Yun Yang turned his head and looked up at Xue Yu, only to see that he still had that serious look on his face, as if he was studying some difficult file.
Yun Yang pursed her lips, thinking that she had lost her attraction to this man, until she saw the bulge on his slightly wet sleeve.
Quite impressive.
Xue Yu noticed her gaze, and didn't seem to care if Yun Yang noticed his reaction. He didn't try to hide anything, but instead looked serious and leaned over to kiss her red earlobe.
Yun Yang shuddered when he kissed her, and for a moment she even wanted to pull him into the water, and run over that spot with her hands or her favorite feet, to see his sanctimonious mask shattered, revealing his unbearable side.
But it was just a thought; essentially she wanted to tease him.
Xue Yu's hands trembled slightly when he touched the slippery skin dripping with moisture. His throat was dry and he adjusted his breathing. "Yangyang, do you still want me to wash you?"
Yun Yang raised a pure face with clear eyes, "You didn't wash it well, no need."
Xue Yu responded, closed the doors and windows, stood on the stone steps outside the bathroom, tilted his head to look at the full moon in the night sky. The dome was dark and the stars were twinkling. The red at the corners of his eyes became more and more intense. He took a deep breath, and then another deep breath.
A twined enamel incense burner stood quietly to one side, with tiny sparks occasionally bursting out from the warm ashes, startling the green smoke from the golden candlestick on the top of the cage and causing it to tremble violently, like a golden snake spitting out its tongue.
After soaking for a while, Yun Yang saw that it was almost time, so he got up.
She stood there quietly, her damp feet stepping on the velvet carpet. She reached out to take the cotton cloth from the screen and wiped it casually, covering her exquisite body with only a thin gauze. Looking up, she saw an autumn-green robe draped on the incense table. She picked it up and took a look. It was a man's robe.
Yun Yang held the clothes and smelled them, and they were all scented with him.
She cursed in her heart that Xue Yu was such a bad old thief, and he even wanted her to wear his clothes.
The amazing thing is that this omnipresent possessiveness makes her feel like she is being enveloped and safe.
The room was filled with white mist like a flowing scroll, and a touch of autumn green was full of vitality. She put on her robe, which was loose and even longer than her ankles.
Suddenly, the night wind blew the copper bells under the eaves, and the clear sound reached my ears. A maid outside asked, "Miss, have you finished washing?"
It was Rong'er's voice. Yun Yang responded, "Rong'er? I'm done."
"I am here to serve you, young lady."
Yun Yang thought about it and realized that her relationship with Xue Yu was almost known to everyone. It seemed that she could not hide it from her mother and sister for much longer.
"Where's he?" Yun Yang looked around, but couldn't see Xue Yu. "Where did he go?"
"The young master has gone to take a bath." Rong'er said as she supported Yunyang towards Xue Yu's room, "The young master asked Siqing to send me to wait on the young lady. The young lady should quickly dry her hair or she might catch a cold."
"Is there a place to bathe here?" Yun Yang asked hesitantly.
Why are you in such a hurry to take a shower? Can't you wait until she finishes?
"Where is he washing? Let me go and see," she said.
"I'll take you there." Rong'er wrapped a blanket around Yunyang's head. "There's also a clean room in the backyard of Fushan Pavilion."
Passing through the moon-shaped gate, the ground was covered with falling snow. Since no one lived in the backyard, no one swept the snow in time. There were faint footprints on the snow. Yun Yang stepped on the place where Xue Yu had just stepped, and slowly walked towards the lighted room not far away.
Rong'er stood in the corridor and waved to Yunyang, indicating that she could go over by herself.
Xue Yu is not an ordinary master. There are no maids to serve him in Fushan Pavilion. The master is taking a bath, and it is even more inconvenient for Rong'er as a maid to go there.
Yun Yang was holding an umbrella. When he got closer, he heard faint noises inside, and his heartbeat suddenly became as fast as thunder.
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