Chapter 85: Sinking into the endless night and measuring my body, what's so difficult about that? ...
Measuring your body, what's so difficult about that?
But when Yun Yang thought about the person holding the tape measure being Xue Yu, and his clean and slender hands, his face turned red.
"You have to take a tape measure and measure my shoulders, back, chest, waist..." Her hands became stronger and she bit her lip to prevent any unnecessary sound from escaping.
Between the dry underwear she had just changed, ripples of mist appeared again. The part that had never seen the light of day was tightening uncontrollably, expanding and contracting...
"Embroiderers can do this." He whispered, took a deep breath, "No need for me..."
"I want you, I want you to... do it." Her mind was in a mess, as if he was really hugging her tightly from behind, his slender jade-like hands brushing over her body inch by inch. "I want to do everything with you, never apart again..."
His voice was different from the clear and calm voice during the day. It was much deeper, with a numbing hoarseness that made the ears numb. "When measuring clothes, it seems that you need to wear only the inner garment to measure accurately."
"Okay, as long as it's you who measures it, as long as it's you, anything is fine... anything is fine." Her voice was like a dream, incoherent and she didn't even know what she was saying. She just instinctively explored downwards, and unprecedented happiness flowed through her limbs like lightning.
Xue Yu didn't speak for a long time. Yun Yang vaguely heard an extremely suppressed low gasp coming from the other side of the screen.
His handsome face and many absurd and erotic scenes appeared in her mind, such as kissing him unscrupulously, or even worse.
She is so bad.
How can it be so bad?
He was once her only reliance, the driftwood she could rely on to survive after losing her anchor. He was so gentle, caring for her and teaching her.
But she wanted to see him fall from the altar because of her insatiable desire, and wanted to fall with him.
She is so bad...
A flash of white light passed, and she felt dizzy. The extreme joy faded away, and her breath softened. Her voice was soft and languid, with an indescribable laziness, "Xue Yu..."
She was answered by a heavy, subdued breath and the faint creaking of the couch. (Some content deleted at the request of the reviewer)
He only thought about her face and how she said she loved him, and he lost control.
Everything in the once absurd dream now felt real.
There were thin calluses on his fingertips, but he knew she would never be like that. She was soft and warm.
She was like a soul-sucking poison that he had personally concocted, which was extremely toxic only to him, but she was so innocent and naive that he was unable to resist.
She was like a rainbow in the dark night, with a beauty and enchantment that did not belong to this world, which made the wildfire in his heart burn with vigorous vitality and almost drive him crazy.
The moonlight was hazy and pale gold, the young man's cold, slender neck was tilted back, and his Adam's apple rolled.
Yun Yang buried his head in the quilt, his face hot and his heart beating deafeningly.
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The light came in through the wooden window, and the swaying shadows of the trees were swayed by the light of the sky. Yun Yang didn't know how she fell asleep. When it was almost dawn, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Thinking of last night, her face suddenly turned red.
I didn't know I had this side of me. It's all his fault.
Yun Yang propped himself up and looked out through the window. There was a gauze-like morning mist between the mountains and forests, and the lush green and misty white were interwoven, as elegant as a landscape painting.
There was silence between heaven and earth, and no one had woken up yet.
The early winter morning was very cold, and the breath she exhaled was like a mist in front of her eyes. She felt as if she was still in a dream. She pinched her fingertips hard, and it was true. He was still sleeping soundly about ten feet away from her.
It was hard to believe that he and she were so close.
She still remembered how cold and distant he was when they first met, as if he was out of touch with the world.
She was afraid that it was a dream that would disappear as soon as she woke up, so she hurriedly put on her embroidered shoes, ran behind the screen anxiously, and hugged the sleeping Xue Yu.
"Hmm..." His voice was hoarse as he just woke up, and he murmured, "Yangyang, what's wrong?"
Yun Yang pursed her lips and smiled, then gave him a kiss on the face.
He half-closed his eyes, raised his thin lips, and moved half to the side to signal her to come up.
Although the bed was so small, she took off her shoes and naturally got into his bed, leaning on his chest. Her ears were filled with his steady breathing and strong heartbeat. She closed her eyes and finally felt her panicked heart calm down.
He held her in his arms and stroked her long hair again and again. No one spoke.
Their legs touched each other under the quilt. Her feet were very cold. She touched his lightly and then moved away embarrassedly.
He grabbed her legs and held her cold feet with one hand, "It's so cold."
She simply stretched out her other leg to him so that he could hold it with one hand.
She really liked to listen to his voice when he first woke up. It was neither loud nor sharp as during the day, but low and gentle, very suitable for lulling people to sleep.
"Did you dream about me?" she asked, blinking.
"Yeah." He responded and kissed her forehead. "I've dreamed of you many times without you knowing."
Then, Yun Yang's face turned red again, and there was shy tenderness between her eyebrows, which was so beautiful that it made people's heart tremble.
He took a deep breath and sighed slowly. How could he control himself with her like this?
Xue Yu sat up, held her feet against his chest to warm them, and kept as far away from her as possible.
"Is it about to get up? Is the court sending troops soon?" She rubbed her eyes and asked, as if she had made a major decision. "Can I help? You said last night that you would put me in a safe place. I thought about it and decided that no, I have to follow you."
"Follow me, why?" he asked.
"I'm worried about you. At least when I'm with you, I don't have to worry." She told him, "You don't know how worried I was after you left the capital. I was worried that you were in danger, that you'd be assassinated, and what if you went blind again? What if you met another girl..."
His heart warmed, and he lowered his eyes and asked her, "What if we meet?"
She frowned, pushed him in the chest, and said angrily, "No!"
He couldn't help but laugh, as if he could now treat her as a woman, who would be angry, jealous, and possessive of him, just like a wife worried about her husband.
Yun Yang blurted out "Ah!", Xue Yu looked at her and saw that she was extremely beautiful when she smiled, with her dark and narrow eyes drooping nonchalantly, her naturally pink thin lips, and her skin as white as jade. When she smiled, she was no longer as reserved and introverted as usual, and there was an indescribable charm between her eyebrows, which made people think of those drunken and dreaming playboys in the brothels in Shangjing and Luodu.
It’s really beautiful…
Xue Yu freed one hand and tapped her head lightly, his words rather dissatisfied, "Why are you daydreaming?"
Yun Yang reached out and covered his eyes, which were like two pools of spring water flowing slowly, and said in a cold voice, "Don't smile at other women anymore."
He let her cover her eyes, unable to suppress the corners of his lips, "Okay."
As the sky gradually brightens, the sound of birds singing in the mountains is graceful and ethereal, which makes people feel calm and comfortable.
The tranquility of the early morning is unique, as if there are only the two of them in the world.
Xue Yu saw Yun Yang's hair tied up in a mess, and remembered that her hair was always tied up in a simple bun these days, so he realized that she didn't know how to comb her hair.
"Let me try." He walked behind her and took the wooden comb from her hand.
Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded down. Xue Yu had never combed a woman's hair before, but as if he had practiced hundreds of times, he lifted her long hair and combed it into a simple bun very naturally.
Yun Yang was a little embarrassed and lowered her head slightly. Her unmade-up face was just the right color, and her eyes were charming as she looked around.
The mountain breeze blew in from the window, and the brocade skirt wrapped around her slender waist. From the side, her graceful curves were fully revealed, as if she could be held in one hand.
Xue Yu couldn't help but think of her appearance when he first met her. She was pale and thin, with a flat body, but she was full of energy and was wild and unruly.
And now, the unique tenderness of a woman came over him and struck him straight into his heart.
The joy in his heart was beyond words.
Yun Yang thought about what happened last night and glanced at him secretly. He was wearing a bamboo-shaped robe over his snow-white undergarment. The silk belt was not tied and the collar was half open. Like her, he had long hair loose, giving him a kind of unrestrained and uninhibited feeling.
Xue Yu always moved her deeply.
Yun Yang couldn't help but feel her face getting hot, her eyes sparkling, and she didn't dare to look at him.
The gentle shyness of her lowered head caught Xue Yu's eyes. He leaned down, clasped her neck with his hands, and gently kissed her eyes, moving his kiss down little by little until it touched her plump lips.
As sweet as last night, I am willing to be eroded by her.
Yun Yang's breath was hazy, and she closed her eyes as she deepened the kiss. She wanted to bury herself in his arms and never let go.
The sound of a whistle before military training could be heard faintly outside. Xue Yu took a deep breath, stopped, and kissed her on the forehead, but the deathly torment did not subside.
He often felt ashamed of having such a strong desire for her.
He was not a bookworm who only read books of sages. He had a wide range of interests and had read books like "Talks on the Great Dao" and "The Formation of Huayingjin". He knew that sexual intercourse between men and women was the harmony of yin and yang, which was permitted by the way of heaven.
But he always thought that sex between husband and wife was like eating and drinking, which should be done at regular times and in regular amounts. Before he met Yun Yang, he thought about fulfilling his due responsibilities to his future wife, but also about self-cultivation, and that nothing should be excessive.
Apart from this, I have no other thoughts.
It was not until he fell in love with Yun Yang that he realized that he was a hypocritical hypocrite.
When he saw her smiling, talking to other men, deliberately angering him, or being cold and distant to him, he wanted to swallow her up and love her well, making her feel pain and loving her hard.
He was like a traveler about to die of thirst in the desert. If Yunyang was a clear spring or a source of water, he would never have enough and would always be thirsty.
It turns out that all the empty talk was meaningless before I met that person.
His gaze, warm as it fell on the red marks on her snow-white neck, blushed, and he fastened her collar. "Take a good rest, or go play by yourself. I'll come and have dinner with you later."
Yun Yang nodded.
But I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to have dinner with him.
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