Chapter 104 This is Yun Yang's embroidered shoes. The door of the cleaning room is ajar. Zi Yun...
The door of the purification room was ajar, and from Yunyang's perspective, the scene was starkly visible to her.
The dim candlelight flickered, and Xue Yu's whole body was shimmering.
The flickering orange candlelight in his narrow eyes swayed, and the air around him seemed hot, scalding, and expanding.
As if he had discovered some secret, Yun Yang turned around and ran away in panic.
The dead bamboos and rockery in Fushan Pavilion were rapidly receding. She ran back breathlessly. Her hair was not dry yet. It was a cold winter night and she was sweating. Her hair felt hot and cold at the same time and it was very uncomfortable sticking to her scalp.
Yun Yang had no choice but to go into Xue Yu's room. Rong Er chased after her and asked, "What's wrong, young lady?"
Yun Yang did not answer, and could not utter a single logical sentence. The scene just now was extremely erotic. His messy long hair and excited and fanatical eyes seemed to be right in front of him, as well as his suppressed and fanatical breathing.
She had never seen such a crazy expression on his face.
It turns out that people as bright as the moon also have an unknown side.
"No, nothing. Just wipe my hair for me. It's almost frozen..." Yun Yang said reluctantly.
"Why is your face so red?" Rong'er muttered, "Why did you come back on your own without waiting for the master?"
"He hasn't finished washing yet." Yun Yang said, sitting in front of Xue Yu's desk. "Help me dry my hair first."
This desk was placed next to the window, and she had sat here many times to practice calligraphy, enjoy the scenery, and wait for him.
And at this moment, in complete silence, she was wearing his robe...
Yun Yang's face felt a little hot. He reached out to stack the manuscripts on his desk neatly. His fingertips swept across the edge of the rosewood desk and accidentally touched a cold and hard bulge. With a "pop", a secret compartment popped out.
Fine jade dust scatters down, and a white jade hairpin lies quietly on a brocade cushion. The head of the hairpin is translucent, but the body is covered with fine scratches, as if the person who carved it had repeatedly modified and polished it. The dark marks are like the thoughts of a young man who wants to hide and reveal...
Yun Yang picked up the jade hairpin and found that there were a few pieces of broken carving scraps in the secret compartment. The Xue Tao paper at the bottom was stained with blood and had the word "Yun Yang" written all over it.
Each word becomes increasingly sharp and powerful, as if hiding an unspeakable madness.
The warm jade hairpin was in her hand. The touch was familiar, and the color was also... Yun Yang suddenly thought of the set of Hetian jade headdresses given to her by the Fourth Madam.
The Fourth Madam usually wears gold jewelry and doesn't like jade, so how could she have such a simple and elegant headdress...
No wonder his hands were always covered in scars for a while.
Yun Yang clenched her sleeves, her chest filled with unspeakable bitterness and sweetness, and she hurriedly put the jade hairpin back.
Rong'er saw it clearly and said, "Miss, this was carved by the young master. It looks like it was made from the same seed material as your Hetian jade headpiece."
Yun Yang nodded, his eyes slightly red.
It turned out that he had cherished her for a long time.
Rong'er wiped Yunyang's long hair with a dry cloth. There was a floor heating and a burning incense burner in the room, so her hair dried quickly. The room was as warm as spring. Yunyang gradually felt her eyelids heavy and she felt drowsy.
In order to keep herself awake, she chatted with Rong'er, "What are my mother and sister doing? I'm going back to sleep soon. I'm so sleepy."
But surprisingly, no one answered her.
Yun Yang raised his head and saw through the bronze mirror that Rong'er behind him had been replaced by Xue Yu at some point.
His extremely handsome face had a clear and clean look as if it had been washed, and it was so cold and handsome that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
"My bed is ready. It's clean and warm. I'm clean too." He said softly, staring at her intently. "Yangyang, do you want to sleep here with me?"
"I want to go back. My mother is waiting for me." Yun Yang was quite embarrassed and at a loss. "I'll leave after my hair is dry!"
She had been running so fast that she forgot whether she had made any noise. She probably hadn't been noticed by him...
Xue Yu didn't say anything, just stared at her.
Yun Yang looked up and saw his face. Originally, he had looked cold and indifferent, but now hesitant. Thinking of his scarred hands, she could no longer refuse and changed her words to: "I'll lie down with you for a while."
Xue Yu's long eyelashes drooped as she took the silk ribbon that tied her hair.
As if by magic, Yun Yang was carried to the bed by him in a daze. He lifted the quilt, crawled in, and held her in his arms.
After showering, there was still a thin layer of steam on his body, which smelled pleasant and refreshing. Yun Yang buried his head in his chest, his heart filled with a sense of peace he had never felt before.
His chin rested on the top of her head, and his slender hands patted her back again and again.
The moonlight quietly flows over the silver curtain, the red lanterns under the eaves seem to be outlined with brush and ink, the shadows of the dead branches outside the window cast floating shadows on the wall, and the small gauze curtain is shrouded in a hazy and solemn atmosphere.
The moonlight, the fragrant mist, the warm embrace, she felt as if she had returned to her childhood, safe and comfortable.
"What did you say to Lu Jie?" Xue Yu asked.
"Guess." She chuckled.
He looked at her steadily, turned over, pressed her under him, and lowered his head for a kiss.
Yun Yang raised her hand to cover her mouth, "No more kissing."
The scene in the clean room just now appeared in her mind again.
His breathing was disordered and heavy, his slender neck was tilted back, his Adam's apple rolled clearly and violently, his whole body was leaning against the wall of the bathtub, the muscles of his arms, which were covered with a layer of water, bulged into exaggerated arcs, and the blue veins bulged in an aggressive shape, but the water in the bathtub was shaking regularly, splashing out waves of water vapor.
The water made a violent noise, the amplitude of which was shocking.
She doesn't want to get pregnant yet!
After tossing and turning in the carriage, both of them felt unsatisfied and unrelieved. They were already uncomfortable, and now they couldn't do it again.
"What are you thinking about?" He turned her face with dissatisfaction, smiling.
"I said it." She murmured softly and pushed him back. "I told him that I have someone I like and I can't fulfill the engagement."
"What did he say?" he asked.
Yun Yang remembered that Lu Jie's face was calm, and his dark eyes were like a ball of thick ink. He was standing in the flower hall of the Lu Mansion. The swaying lights outlined his tall figure and vague outline. He was facing away from the light, so she couldn't see his expression, but only vaguely saw the sharp outline that could not be concealed.
His tone was very calm, and he simply said, "Since Miss Yun already has someone in her heart, the engagement is no longer valid. When the time comes, I, Lu, can write a letter of withdrawal and send it to your residence."
At that moment, the rain was drizzling. He was wearing a crimson official robe, with a sharp rain curtain behind him. His voice was colder than the rain, and Yun Yang could not hear much emotion in it.
He has always been like this, calm.
"He didn't say anything, he just said he'd call off the engagement after the New Year." Yun Yang buried her head in his chest and said stickyly, "I don't have any other feelings for him, so don't be jealous anymore. It was my willfulness. I was anxious to sever ties with you, so I dragged him along."
She hoped that Lu Jie could find a woman who truly loved him and get married. Lu Jie's first half of his life was too hard, and his life should be more perfect.
"Yangyang." He called her in a gentle voice.
He touched her cheek with his fingertips and gave her a long, deep kiss.
She closed her eyes and rubbed his chest with her fingertips, the touch becoming increasingly hot.
No one knew how they rolled to the same place again, but while she was still immersed in the strange atmosphere of farewell to Lu Jie, he had already tied her hands and feet.
In the dim light, the atmosphere became sticky. Even though it had just happened once, he still felt like a thirsty traveler in the desert.
"No, no..." She whined and pushed him away.
Beads of sweat dripped down her neck. Xue Yu leaned against her side impatiently, "When are you going to tell my mother-in-law and sister?"
Yun Yang murmured coquettishly, "I dare not say it, I dare not say it, because if I say it, my mother will beat me to death..."
He took a deep breath and lay back down, but she rushed over and hugged his neck stickyly, whispering in his ear: "Don't be angry, give me some more time, let me prepare, okay, my husband is the best..."
Xue Yu frowned and tried to move to the side to avoid any further contact with her, but he couldn't stop himself. Unexpectedly, Yun Yang hugged him relentlessly and bit his lower abdomen.
At this moment, he felt half of his body soften. There was a fairy-like person in front of him. Every detail of her delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes touched his heart. There was a glimmer in her eyes, and she looked at him with an unsatisfied look.
He could touch and caress her but couldn't eat her, so he dragged her over in anger, lifted up her skirt and slapped her on the butt twice.
Yun Yang screamed, but he bit her lips.
They broke up and got back together, chasing each other but sticking together. Yun Yang's face was burning and her legs were weak. The sweet and sticky kisses could not soothe her increasingly restless body. The night was so thick that it seemed impossible to dissolve.
"I can't take it anymore, I have to leave..." She climbed out of the bed.
"Don't go." His voice trembled slightly. He held Xianyue in his arms and tried to pull her back. A cunning look flashed across his face. "Hold me for a while longer and I'll let you go."
Yun Yang knew that if they continued hugging, both of them would feel uncomfortable, but when he looked at her with those loving eyes, her defenses collapsed. It would be okay to hug him for a while...
She had no idea what Xue Yu was thinking, so she let him hold her in her arms. However, his breathing was heavy, and his voice was too low as he tried to soothe her to sleep. As he held her for a while, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier...
In fact, at this time, Xue Yu knew there were other ways to relieve his stress, but he didn't want to distance himself from her, nor did he want her to drink contraceptive soup. It seemed that he had to find another way...
He held her in his arms, watching her fall into deep sleep, his heart gradually calming down.
The snow on the eaves fell softly. Yun Yang slept soundly. When the sky was just getting light, Su Qing's panicked voice came from outside the house, "Madam Yin, Madam, our young master is still resting, you can't come in!"
Yun Yang heard the sound and sat up suddenly. Before he could react, he stared at Xue Yu who was in a daze.
"You, you hurry up and get up! My mother is here!"
Xue Yu stood up and followed Yun Yang's gaze. Outside the heavy gauze curtains and the window, figures could be seen moving.
He smiled softly at her, feeling somewhat content and complacent. "It's okay. Xu Qing won't let her in."
But the next moment, the door was pushed open.
After Yin came in, she looked around and saw a faint outline on the bed through the screen. She really hadn't gotten up yet. For a moment, she felt a little awkward. "Yun Yang, Yun Yang didn't come back last night! I thought she came back late. I went to her room this morning and the bedding was cold. I didn't expect she hadn't come back all night!"
Yun Yang hid in Xue Yu's arms, huddled together, not daring to move.
Xue Yu held her in his arms and said calmly, "Don't worry, mother-in-law. Yun Yang will be back soon."
He lowered his eyes to look at her and mouthed to her, "Is that so?"
Yun Yang glared at him angrily.
Yin always felt that there was a sweet smell in this room, not like that of a man. She had always been dissatisfied with her son-in-law for not sleeping with her daughter. Now her heart was full of doubts. She hesitated and leaned in to take a look. She took a few steps and said insincerely, "How did you know Yunyang would be back soon? Did you see Yunyang last night?"
The wind blew through the eaves, making the bells ring. The shadows of the trees outside the window swept across Yin's suddenly trembling figure. She looked through the screen and could vaguely see a pair of women's soft-soled embroidered shoes curled up on a gold-painted sandalwood footrest under the curtain.
The uppers were embroidered with white plum blossoms in silver thread, and pearl tassels hung from the toes. The most amazing thing was that the toes were inlaid with a thumb-sized cat's eye, which glowed softly in the fragmented morning light.
Yin vaguely remembered that these were Yunyang's shoes.
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