Chapter 55
The warmth of the wine filled her senses, and Mo Yinghuo felt a strange excitement and thrill. She suddenly realized that she longed to become the Mo Yinghuo of her dreams.
Before Zhao Shu could react, two cold, alcohol-smelling lips pressed against his. His eyes widened, and he gripped Mo Yinghuo's arms tightly, but he couldn't muster any strength.
Mo Yinghuo skillfully parted his lips, engaging in a passionate and teasing kiss. Suddenly, she felt Zhao Shu's body tremble and hear his heavy, low breathing. Mo Yinghuo's heart skipped a beat, and she asked tenderly, "Is it alright, Zhao Shu?"
Zhao Shu struggled to control his trembling lips, "Your Highness, you've had too much to drink."
Mo Yinghuo: "No, I am very clear-headed, as clear-headed as if I were dreaming."
Zhao Shu suddenly cupped her face in his hands and said earnestly, "Your Highness, that's not a dream, that's the future."
Mo Yinghuo was stunned for a moment. "Really?" Normally, she would have been very interested in exploring why she had such a dream and realizing that Zhao Shu already knew about her unspeakable secret. However, at this moment, Mo Yinghuo didn't seem to have much of an interest in it.
Zhao Shu continued his explanation with utmost seriousness, "For humans, dreams can be considered the only instinct connecting different dimensions of the universe. Dreams are the means by which everyone traverses time and space; however, we cannot fully control them, and even the Nightfall Star people know very little about them. Of course, some are truly dreams, and some are not. The Nightfall Star people's ability is to distinguish which are dreams and which are not..."
"Sometimes, you may find certain scenes or people that seem familiar. In fact, you have traveled through the universe in your dreams. However, since you are not actually there, some memories will become blurry or even forgotten. In the end, it all comes back to being a dream."
"Your Highness, when you had those...dreams, the feelings must have been profound, but there must have been some details that you couldn't recall, right?"
"Zhao Shu, I remember everything." If you can't remember the first time, repeat it several times, and the impression will become deep. However, Mo Yinghuo was not in the mood to listen to the discussion at this moment. She had only been slightly tipsy before, but for some reason, the warmth emanating from Zhao Shu had made her feel eight or nine parts drunk. She said with a grin, "Then let's make our dream come true, shall we?"
"You..." Zhao Shu was somewhat shocked, his light-colored pupils dilating and then contracting.
Mo Yinghuo leaned close to Zhao Shu's lips and licked them. "Is it good, Commander Zhao?"
Zhao Shu grabbed Mo Yinghuo's shoulders without restraint, "Your Highness, are you mistaken for someone else...?"
Mo Yinghuo shook his head, then curled his lips into a smile, "Zhao Shu, you said it wasn't a dream."
That's not what I meant.
Is this okay for me?
The cold tip of his nose slowly, almost imperceptibly, brushed against her bobbing Adam's apple, while his hands wandered restlessly.
“Yes… but…” Zhao Shu hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping himself.
"How about this?" A chill pressed against his burning chest.
"Can……"
"Zhao Shu, you used to not let anyone touch you. Now, I can, right?"
"Um."
"You people from Nightfall are truly amazing..."
Suddenly, hot lips covered hers. Before Mo Yinghuo could react, a warm, moist sensation slipped silently into her through the gap, clumsy yet domineering. Mo Yinghuo swallowed the warm breath and saliva, her hands crumpling the thin fabric of her clothes pressed against her chest. She felt a little breathless and tried to push Zhao Shu away, but he held her tightly with his strong, well-defined hands.
After a long struggle of tongues and lips, Mo Yinghuo found it increasingly difficult to breathe. She tried to sneak a breath but immediately suppressed it. She forcibly turned her head away, and as her thin lips parted, Mo Yinghuo took a deep breath.
Zhao Shu frowned, a slight displeasure on his face—a rare sight for Mo Yinghuo. Just as she was about to tease him, Zhao Shu swept her up, his arm around her waist and shoulder, and carried her to the large bed in two steps. He gripped her wrist tightly, leaving Mo Yinghuo with no choice but to clench her teeth. Gradually, she lost all resistance, her body going limp.
"Zhao...Shu, I...can't breathe..." Mo Yinghuo pleaded after feeling dizzy and disoriented.
Zhao Shu hurriedly raised his head, looking flustered, and said, "I'm sorry, I..."
Mo Yinghuo took a few breaths of air, and her whole body came back to life. She wrapped her arms around Zhao Shu's neck, gently bit his lower lip, then licked it, and rubbed against him, laughing and saying, "Zhao Shu, like this, if you kiss me like that, I'll kiss you until I faint."
Zhao Shu immediately became gentle.
As Mo Yinghuo's body went numb from the kisses, and she occasionally let out a few barely audible moans, she suddenly realized something: it seemed Zhao Shu only knew how to kiss, always remaining very proper. Thinking of this, Mo Yinghuo couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Zhao Shu immediately stopped and looked at her intently.
Fortunately, when she was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, she did read a few unspeakable stories.
A few drops of sweat landed on Mo Yinghuo's brow. Only then did she realize that Zhao Shu was drenched in sweat from head to toe, as if he had been pulled out of the water. She asked in confusion, "Zhao Shu, are you suppressing something?"
Zhao Shu: "No, no."
Mo Yinghuo looked up and found that Zhao Shu's light-colored pupils had turned as black as ink, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot. Her face was burning, and she rubbed her leg against Zhao Shu. But for some reason, Zhao Shu just kept his eyes tightly closed and didn't move at all.
After a while, Zhao Shu carefully and very gently licked Mo Yinghuo's lips.
Mo Yinghuo was completely exhausted; she felt even her toes were weak, and her hands lay limply outstretched, letting Zhao Shu kiss her casually. Unlike the forceful kiss before, Zhao Shu was only kissing her gently, and Mo Yinghuo easily pushed him away, saying, "Zhao Shu, why did you hold back?"
Zhao Shu glanced sideways, his eyes fixed on the moonlight streaming down the ground, seemingly lost in thought.
Mo Yinghuo asked in a low voice, "You... don't like it."
Zhao Shu: "No."
Mo Yinghuo remained silent, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "If I don't dislike it, why should I restrain myself?" she thought. "That's true, I haven't said I like it either."
Zhao Shu turned his head to look into Mo Yinghuo's eyes and said tenderly, "Mo Yinghuo, I like you very much."
A single encounter in the golden autumn breeze and dewy moonlight surpasses countless joys in the mortal world. [1]
The next day, Mo Yinghuo sat on the edge of the bed, exhausted and looking like she hadn't slept well. She gently rubbed her temples, but felt a slight, inexplicable pain in her lower body. Mo Yinghuo glanced around the empty room, then suddenly stood up and looked at the bed. There was no one there, and she felt a strange sense of loss.
"It was just another dream." Mo Yinghuo thought bitterly. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a black belt lying on the corner of the bed. As if remembering something, she pulled back the covers, revealing a mess.
The bedding spread on the bed was covered in blood, messy and wrinkled, and even torn in several places.
"Your Highness, why did you come out of Lord Zhao's room?" Granny Shen returned early in the morning, looking travel-worn, and was about to go to Mo Yinghuo's room to serve him when she saw Mo Yinghuo walking out of Zhao Shu's room.
Zhu Chunhua followed behind Granny Shen, her small eyes darting around curiously as she peered into Zhao Shu's room.
Mo Yinghuo smiled and, seeing that Granny Shen had a shrewd and calculating look on her face, deliberately said, "What, Granny Shen? Does the entire Princess's residence belong to me? I can go wherever I want to rest."
Granny Shen waved her hand and coughed, "Your Highness, please feel free. The entire mansion is yours anyway, so you can go to whichever room you like."
Mo Yinghuo knew that she was angry with Young Master Huang again, so he smiled and didn't say anything more to her. But Chunhua said timidly, "Your Highness, Chunhua is used to sleeping alone. Please don't go to Chunhua's room at night."
Although Zhu Chunhua spoke softly, the guards around her had very sharp ears and all glanced at Mo Yinghuo with wary eyes.
Mo Yinghuo's eyelids twitched slightly. She waved her hand at Zhu Chunhua, indicating that she would not allow the princess to step into her room. Zhu Chunhua then breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, Granny Shen, didn't His Majesty and the Fourth Prince send over some tonics last time?" Mo Yinghuo suddenly asked.
Granny Shen didn't know why she would suddenly ask this. The Emperor often sent people to deliver tonics to the Princess's residence, but she never asked about them, always telling her to handle them as she pleased. So she replied, "Yes."
Mo Yinghuo: "Fry them all for this princess."
Granny Shen exclaimed in surprise, "Princess Chang wants to drink!"
Mo Yinghuo glared at her. "You're not going to drink it, are you?"
Granny Shen said happily, "I'll go to the kitchen and prepare it for you right away. Your Highness, it's good that you're willing to take the medicine. This old servant has noticed that your hands and feet are getting colder and colder; you're wearing an even thicker cloak this winter than in previous years."
Mo Yinghuo smiled, her gaze falling on the peach tree not far away, and murmured softly, "Even a dead horse can be brought back to life."
"By the way, the mansion doesn't need so many guards anymore, let's reduce the number," Mo Yinghuo added.
Granny Shen beamed with joy. "Your Highness, would you like to add some more maids?"
Mo Yinghuo nodded slightly, then looked at Zhu Chunhua and said, "Chunhua, get ready later, we'll go to Jietai Temple together."
Zhu Chunhua said happily, "Your Highness, may I bring some good food for the old soldier?" The old soldier was another subordinate of General Long who had appeared with Zhu Chunhua in the depths of the dungeon before. He also had a name, but the people of Jietai Temple called him the old soldier at his request, and Zhu Chunhua also often called him that.
Mo Yinghuo: "We're here to visit him."
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