His lips covered hers, instantly stealing all her breath.
Outside, the wind and rain continued, banana leaves danced wildly, and raindrops pattered into the pond.
The red candle on the table burned quietly, outlining the overlapping profiles of the two people.
Song Yue's arms were tightly wrapped around Qingchen's waist, while his other hand cupped her face. He took her lower lip into his mouth, sucking and gently biting it, his tongue then exploring her mouth, entwining and teasing her tongue.
Faced with this long-awaited, sudden, and intensely focused kiss, Qingchen was completely dazed and could only awkwardly endure it.
Her body felt as if it no longer belonged to her; it was light and limp. All the random thoughts that had been swirling in her mind seemed to vanish instantly, leaving only him.
His arms, his breath, his lips, his kisses…
After a period of intense probing and demanding, Song Yue's movements gradually softened. He held her in his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her with utmost tenderness, tirelessly entwining his lips and tongue with hers, leaving her intoxicated and dizzy.
Lost in his gentle embrace, she couldn't help but sigh, "Teacher..."
"Hmm..." he murmured, then stopped and took a soft breath.
Qingchen felt a tingling, weak sensation all over her body, and her ears turned bright red with embarrassment.
Song Yue slowly pulled away from her lips, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Silly girl... you'll get sick if you get caught in the rain. How could you be so silly..."
"..." She didn't dare to look at him, feeling both shy and embarrassed.
Is it warmer now?
"Um."
He wiped away the remaining tears from the corner of her eyes with his fingers and kissed her cheek. "Promise me you won't do that again. Okay?"
"good."
"Good girl..." Song Yue said softly, and couldn't help but peck her lips again. "If you have any questions for me, just say them. I'll tell you everything I know."
The enclosed space, the ambiguous atmosphere, and just the two of them.
Qingchen felt as if he had returned to her side, belonging only to her.
Perhaps, perhaps the matter between him and Consort Zheng was just a misunderstanding on her part.
“The night before last, Huang Yu saw Consort Zheng at the Tongyue Inn…” Qingchen looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said nervously, “Later, you came out of the inn carrying Consort Zheng’s umbrella…”
After she finished speaking, she realized that her voice was trembling.
She finally asked the question, but the answer right in front of her was one she dared not hear.
Upon hearing this, Song Yue smiled slightly, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "Is there anything else?"
“That’s all, that’s all.” Qingchen’s heart was pounding. “I overheard Huang Yu talking to Lu Shenyun. Huang Yu thought…”
"What do you think?"
She hesitated to speak, "...You have an affair with the Imperial Concubine...but don't worry, I've already told them that this was only what he saw, and perhaps he was mistaken. Lu Shenyun promised me that they won't tell anyone."
"Lu Shenyun agreed to your request?" He looked down at her, his gaze deep and unfathomable. "He has always been impartial and never shows favoritism, yet he agreed to your request."
Qingchen didn't think much of it, only caring about the person in front of her. "Originally, only Huang Yu saw this. Besides, even if you met with the Imperial Concubine, it doesn't prove it was a private matter..."
"What do you think?" he suddenly said, his dark eyes becoming even more profound, as if they could draw people in. "What are you thinking? Was my meeting with Consort Zheng because of a private affair?"
"..." Qingchen was a little confused.
What should she say?
If she could firmly believe that it wasn't a secret affair, her heart wouldn't ache.
Her heart ached because she doubted and distrusted him, even though she didn't want it to be this way at all.
"You also think we have an affair, right?" he asked, looking at her.
Should I lie?
Qingchen hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "...I don't know."
Seeing her conflicted and distressed expression, Song Yue took a breath and said in a low voice, "Why don't you believe me?"
She looked up at him, "I'm not...I..."
He sighed softly, his long, thick eyelashes partially obscuring his dark eyes, his gaze barely blinking. "You don't believe me."
Qingchen panicked and immediately said, "I believe you!"
He chuckled softly, leaned in, and kissed her delicate earlobe. "Silly girl, change your clothes. You've been wearing these wet clothes for a long time."
"……Um."
She was about to untie her belt when she realized he was still standing there, so she stopped awkwardly and looked at him.
Song Yue then turned around and walked towards the door, but after reaching the door and bolting it, he turned back.
Qingchen was a little shy, not knowing what he was planning to do, and just stood there blankly.
Song Yue grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the inner room of the study, where there was a bed where she had once slept.
"Take off your clothes, I'll help you," he said.
"..." Her heart skipped a beat. Before she could think, he lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.
His lips were soft and slightly cool, still with that intoxicating taste. He sucked on her lips and tongue, gently licking and biting, tenderly entwining them with his, arousing every inch of her consciousness and senses.
She trembled slightly in his arms.
He kissed her as he loosened her sash and slowly removed her robe.
Being kissed so gently, Qingchen was completely out of it and didn't even notice that while kissing her, he was gradually taking off their clothes.
As she lay on the bed, the candlelight was dim, and his face was somewhat obscured. But she could feel his presence, his familiar and intoxicating scent.
After kissing passionately on the bed for a while, Qingchen was left only with her bodice, while Song Yue's upper body was completely naked, his bare chest thick and warm, gently pressing against her.
Both of them had rainwater residue on their skin, and now that they were entangled together, it felt damp and warm, almost suffocating.
Outside the window, the sky remained overcast, and the wind and rain raged.
The panting and murmurs inside the room grew louder and louder under this cover.
He lay on his side beside her, one arm supporting his upper body, half-covering her, kissing her from top to bottom. His other hand caressed every inch of her skin. Qingchen's mind had been on edge, but all her self-reminders were no match for his gentle touch. That tension, like her body, slowly, slowly softened.
He kept her trapped like that, kissing and caressing her for a long time. As she lingered with him, Qingchen's body was completely aroused, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her back.
Song Yue's body was burning hot, and his breathing became increasingly rapid. She could feel that his lower body was very aroused, pressing hotly against her thigh.
Such a situation was too much to bear, and she couldn't help but let out a soft groan.
At this moment, Song Yue raised his head, touched her face, and whispered, "Silly girl, I told you to believe me, and you actually believed me..."
Qingchen didn't understand what he meant, and only mumbled a reply.
"Do you know," he continued gently, "that your body is beautiful... just like Consort Zheng's."
She froze instantly, staring at him with wide eyes.
"You keep coming to me, pestering me, you just like me treating you like this, don't you?" Song Yue's voice was a little hoarse, his extremely handsome features revealed a hint of disdain, and his eyes were so deep that they could make you fall in love. "Is it that you want me?"
Qingchen felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water; the fire in his body and the fire in his heart were extinguished in an instant.
In his warm embrace, she felt only ice-cold all over.
“Just take a nap,” he added. “It’s not impossible. If you want it, I’ll give it to you. The Imperial Concubine shouldn’t be angry.”
She bit her lower lip, feeling her teeth chattering. She suddenly raised her hand, but before she could touch his face, Song Yue grabbed her wrist.
"What's wrong? You don't want to anymore?" he said, releasing her hand.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
Qingchen wiped herself haphazardly, pushed him away forcefully, got out of bed, and hurriedly dressed. As she tied her clothes, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, her throat felt choked, and she could barely speak or even breathe.
Song Yue lay half-reclined on the bed, looking at her, "There's no need for that. If you like me, I can satisfy you. If you don't like me, I won't force you."
Qingchen dressed shakily, her heart aching so much she dared not look at him. Her flustered and embarrassed gaze swept over his bare, strong upper body before quickly looking away.
It was raining heavily outside, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.
He looked at her and patted the edge of the bed. "It's cold. Come up and cover yourself with the blanket to warm up for a while. I won't touch you."
Seeing that Qingchen didn't speak, he continued, "Are you angry? Getting angry at me will only hurt your own health. It's not worth it."
"What you just said," she managed to say after composing herself, "was it all... true?"
He raised his eyes slightly, "Girl, when have I ever lied to you?"
Except for today.
The defenses that had been barely established collapsed completely once again. Qingchen felt utterly defeated in front of him.
It's over, completely over.
She looked up at the window; the rain had lessened slightly, but the raindrops were still fine and dense.
Taking a breath, Qingchen turned around, walked to the door, unlatched it, and ran into the rain without looking back.
There's no need to linger; why linger at all?
When he saw her unlatch the door, Song Yue stood up, wanting to chase after her. But her figure quickly disappeared into the rain.
That's all.
She probably won't listen to anything I say now.
That's for the best; she should finally give up on him completely.
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