Chapter 17: Touching Her Facial Features with Fingertips
Chi Ying felt a cluster of fine, tingling sensations, like an electric current, coursing through her skin and spreading along her blood vessels to her heart. She tried to pull her foot back, but he stubbornly refused to let go. His slightly calloused fingertips brushed across the wound, causing her to hold her breath and her body to tremble slightly involuntarily.
"Your Highness, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She pursed her lips, her voice as low as a mosquito's buzz.
Beneath her fingertips, the girl's skin was delicate and soft, with a small bulge at the wound site, which was hotter than the rest of her skin.
Yan Xue asked, "Is it tinged with blue?"
Chi Ying felt uncomfortable from the burning sensation and replied softly, "A little, but it doesn't hurt."
Yan Xuecui hummed in agreement and finally stopped.
Chi Ying felt as if she had been granted a pardon. Clutching the corner of the blanket, she quietly moved further inside, trying to create some distance between them.
The man, dressed in a dark, patterned, wide-sleeved robe, sat casually on the edge of the bed, seemingly with no intention of leaving.
Chi Ying pursed her lips and tentatively asked, "Has Your Highness washed and bathed? Are you planning to stay here so late?"
Yan Xuecui could almost see her embarrassed yet trying-to-stay calm expression. A smile appeared on her lips, and she stood up and said, "Okay, I'm going to take a bath."
Chi Ying stared in astonishment at his departing figure, her mind a complete mess.
So he came here... to consummate the marriage?
Did he take her explanation that she wasn't a spy to heart and stop suspecting her?
Or perhaps she found clues about Consort Zhuang's poisoning and gained his trust?
Chi Ying was still not entirely sure. The trauma from their last time sharing a room was still lingering. Such an extremely cautious person would definitely have his secret guards investigate anything that needed to be investigated. However, since he was willing to share a room with her today, he must have already confirmed her identity.
In the stillness of the night, the sound of water in the clean room grew clearer. Chi Ying clutched the blankets tightly, her cheeks rising uncontrollably.
Looking down, she felt a surge of blood rush to her head. She had no idea he would come today, and he was still wearing that light, close-fitting crimson nightgown.
Just as I was about to get out of bed to change, the sound of water running in the bathroom stopped.
Chi Ying's heart pounded like a drum.
Thinking that he had probably figured out what fabric she was wearing when he massaged her ankles earlier, changing it now would seem too deliberate. So she pulled the blanket tighter, moved to the inside of the bed, and focused on listening to the sounds from next door.
The bamboo cane tapped the ground, and footsteps sounded. Chi Ying held her breath.
Soon, there was movement at the door, and the man's footsteps, accompanied by the tapping of his white cane, slowly entered.
Chi Ying resignedly got up, lifted the curtain, and saw him walking slowly towards her in a plain white nightgown with dark cloud patterns. The scent of galangal, along with the unique dampness after bathing, gently yet forcefully enveloped her.
To be fair, he had an extremely handsome and refined appearance, with clear and bright eyes, a high nose and thin lips, and well-defined features. His plain white nightgown was like snow falling on a mountain pine, exuding a sense of languidness and a touch of noble aloofness.
While she stared in a daze, the man sighed leisurely: "Speaking of which, the princess has seen me many times, but I have never had the chance to see the princess's face, which is truly a pity."
Chi Ying was immediately embarrassed.
Sometimes I really wonder if he's really blind, how come he always gets caught peeping...
She tried her best to calm down, but she really didn't know how to respond. The topic was very sensitive. He could make fun of his blindness, but she couldn't casually discuss his shortcomings.
After a moment's thought, she still flattered him, saying, "Your Highness has such a magnificent appearance that I have long admired you. I was momentarily distracted just now, and I hope Your Highness will not take offense."
Yan Xuecui laughed and said, "Is that so? In fact, all the royal family members of the Great Jin Dynasty are of superior appearance. My brothers... especially Brother Xuan, are even more handsome and dashing. You will know that what I said is true when you enter the palace in the future."
Chi Ying didn't care about the appearances of the other princes, but she subconsciously became nervous when he mentioned entering the palace.
Hearing her slightly disordered breathing, Yan Xuecui's smile deepened.
Seeing him smile without saying a word, Chi Ying felt a sudden chill run down her spine.
She pursed her lips and echoed his self-deprecating remarks: "Compared to the many beautiful young ladies in the capital, my appearance is not outstanding. I am merely an ordinary woman. Your Highness need not..."
Before she finished speaking, the man's fingers had already slowly climbed up her cheek.
With fair and slender skin, distinct joints, and a texture like cold jade, the moment the jade landed on her brow, Chi Ying immediately tensed her back.
Yan Xuecui: "Do you mind if I touch it?"
Chi Ying: "..."
He'd already gotten started, so what could she say? "Your Highness...please do as you please."
Yan Xue Cui readily agreed.
So the calloused fingertips slowly and gently caressed her brow bone, just as they used to caress books.
Chi Ying held her breath and subconsciously closed her eyes, feeling the warm fingertips brushing across her eyelids, carefully outlining the shape of her eyes, and then gently stroking down along the outer corners of her eyes.
The jade thumb ring brushed against the already red earlobe, the contrast between coolness and heat creating a sensation like a clash of ice and fire.
Her eyelashes trembled, and she almost stopped breathing.
Yan Xuecui pinched her earlobe; it was a wonderful sensation, like a freshly served rice dumpling—soft and slightly warm.
He asked, seemingly very seriously, "Have you become famous?"
Chi Ying really wanted to roll her eyes.
She did indeed do that, even though he couldn't see it anyway, but her voice was still gentle and soft in response: "I guess so."
She couldn't see her own earlobes, but they were definitely red.
Yan Xuecui smiled and gently rubbed her twice.
He seemed nonchalant, but he deliberately targeted her sensitive spots. Chi Ying's ears turned bright red, and she felt an unbearable itch from his touch, causing a clear tremor to run down her neck.
Yan Xuecui traced her fingertips along her chin, her voice clear and melodious: "Since ancient times, when discussing beauties, people have described them as having cloud-like hair, a beautiful forehead and arched eyebrows, bright red lips, and rows of pearly white teeth..."
As he said this, his fingertips reached her lips, paused for a moment, and then gently pressed his warm fingertips against them.
Chi Ying trembled in shock. She knew he wanted to trace the outline of her face with his fingers, but she never expected him to touch her lips as well.
Yan Xuecui gently touched the soft lips with her fingertip and couldn't help but smile: "Is the Princess nervous? Why are you trembling so much?"
Chi Ying's face was flushed, her hot, trembling breath falling on his fingertips, "Your Highness..."
The moment she opened her mouth, his warm fingertips slipped inside her lips. Before Chi Ying could even close her teeth, her tongue touched his finger. Yan Xuecui was stunned.
His knuckles lingered on her warm lips and tongue, and for a moment he forgot to pull them away.
The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, like a spark that could ignite at any moment, traveling from my fingertips into my entire body.
It turns out that a woman's lips and tongue can be so soft, like newly formed flower petals in spring rain, which can be crushed with the slightest force.
Yan Xue's Adam's apple bobbed, and a dark desire welled up in his heart, making him inexplicably want to invade more, to stir out the fresh juices in her throat, and to force her to let out an unbearable moan.
Chi Ying was also startled by this sudden action, and froze on the spot, forgetting to react.
Until his fingertips stirred slightly between her lips and teeth, bringing up a moist saliva, and then, as if greedily, gently rubbed against her lips.
When glistening water droplets started to fall uncontrollably, she suddenly came to her senses, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. She quickly took a handkerchief and wiped the water from her lips.
He felt a pang of sadness; he had deliberately teased her, yet she had lost her composure like this…
Never mind, I won't argue with a blind man.
She couldn't let him see the resentment in her heart, otherwise wouldn't that confirm Chi Yingyue's words "I'd rather die than marry," making him think that she hated him?
She sighed inwardly, tidied herself up, and then reached out to carefully wipe the dampness from his fingers.
But at that moment, she felt a warmth on the back of her hand as the man's large hand covered hers, slowly drawing her fingers into his warm palm.
Chi Ying felt a pang of fear in her heart. She wanted to say something, but her throat was too dry to produce a sound.
She has been married into the family for over a month. Although she has applied medicine to his wounds and they were intimate during their last sexual encounter, they have never touched hands like this before.
My fingers are connected to my heart, and half of my arm felt tingly and numb. The warmth of my fingertips stirred up a surge of emotions, and my blood seemed to stop flowing.
Finally, he gave a fair and objective evaluation: "The princess is beautiful and graceful, with skin like solidified cream, delicate eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose and soft lips, and hands like tender shoots. She deserves to be called a fairy-like beauty."
Chi Ying's restless heart gradually cooled down.
It turns out that King Zhao had no other intention than to use his finger as an eye to clearly understand what she looked like, just like examining any exquisite artifact, stroking every engraving on the bamboo slip word by word.
That's all.
A note from the author:
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That dog is so adorable! [doge emoji][doge emoji]
Keep the red envelopes coming!
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