Whether to ease his own embarrassment or to put the girl at ease, he asked the question again.
Song Lingxi regarded him as her husband. This time, she had a conversation with him and answered politely, "Lingxi, my name is Xi'er."
Upon hearing this, the man's eyes darkened, and Song Lingxi's name lingered on his lips, repeated softly as if afraid of frightening the little one in his arms.
“Lingxi, Lingxi, Lingxi protect you, Lingxi bring forth abundant blessings, it is a good name.”
Song Lingxi couldn't understand what he was saying. Her misty eyes were like those of a bewildered fawn. She hadn't done anything, yet she made the man unable to suppress his desire.
Xiao Jin leaned down and captured the girl's lips with his own. At first, he was somewhat tentative, but as soon as he touched her, he couldn't stop himself and his movements became impatient.
The aroma of the fruit wine wafted through their mouths. The wine didn't intoxicate them, but the atmosphere itself did. Xiao Jin was so engrossed in it that she felt herself becoming a little tipsy.
His gaze was gentle and captivating as he stared at the red marks on Song Lingxi's fair skin, marks he had just left himself, marks that lingered in his mind, making him reluctant to leave.
Song Lingxi felt a pain in her lips. She patted Xiao Jin's back forcefully, but the man ignored her without mercy.
The man seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He realized that such wonderful things existed in the world. He wandered around with his large hands, eager to complete the next action.
Song Lingxi was panting. Because she was drunk, her brain rationalized the illogical scene and mistook this person for Xie Changling.
She parted her red lips slightly, her voice soft and alluring, her breath sweet as orchids: "My husband~"
Xiao Jin felt that she was calling him, and a secret joy rose in his heart. Even his usually cold and hard features softened at this moment.
He looked at the girl's snow-white skin, so delicate, as if it would be squeezed dry at any moment, and he became more careful in his movements.
The man's blood was boiling, his eyes gradually deepened, and his body was burning hot. He seemed unwilling to wait even a second longer, and he leaned forward slightly...
Seeing the surprise in Song Lingxi's eyes, and the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, her red eyes made one sigh, and Xiao Jin's heart softened even more.
Xiao Jin kissed Song Lingxi's eyes tenderly, wiping away her tears, and gently coaxed her.
"Sweetie, don't cry, just bear with it~"
Song Lingxi pouted, feeling wronged. Xiao Jin finally managed to coax her back to normal, but when he tried to talk to her again, he was surprised to find that the girl didn't seem to have her first blood.
"My husband—"
Just as he was in a daze, Song Lingxi grabbed his arm and called out in a coquettish tone, her movements practiced and clingy, as if she had repeated this hundreds of times.
Only then did Xiao Jin realize that she might have misunderstood something; those repeated calls of "husband" might not have been directed at her, but at someone else!
He looked down at the girl in his arms. Beneath her curled eyelashes, her almond-shaped eyes shone brightly, and she looked at him with unusual obedience.
Her little hands clung tightly to his neck, as if reluctant to part with him. Xiao Jin knew it was poison, but his heart still pounded for her.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes. Since he had already made a mistake, he might as well go all the way. He was reluctant to part with Song Lingxi, especially from the bottom of his heart.
"Xi'er, who am I?"
Xiao Jin's voice was tinged with a hint of resentment, revealing a deep sense of unwillingness. He kept pressing for an answer from Song Lingxi.
"Who are you……"
The tear tracks on Song Lingxi's cheeks had not yet dried, and his reflection could be clearly seen in her tear-filled eyes.
This gave Xiao Jin the illusion that Song Lingxi only had eyes for him, could only see him, and that he was her only one.
Xiao Jin still held a sliver of hope. She thought her husband must be treating her badly, otherwise why would she be clinging to her so tightly?
However, Song Lingxi's next words plunged him into an icy abyss: "You are my husband!"
The girl seemed to be seeing her closest person, using both hands and feet to express her affection.
Xiao Jin's eyes immediately reddened, and a violent, intense sourness overwhelmed him, striking his heart.
He was unwilling to give up like this. Xi'er was his, yes, she was his.
Xiao Jin's kiss was passionate and sincere, which made Song Lingxi a little overwhelmed. She pressed her small hands tightly against his chest, and words kept spilling from her lips.
As the emperor, all land under heaven belongs to him; he is the master of the entire country, so Xi'er should naturally be his as well.
Thinking of this, his heart, which had been filled with unbearable bitterness, gradually calmed down, and Xiao Jin's movements slowed down slightly.
His eyes were red; only when he truly felt Song Lingxi's presence did he feel that she belonged to him.
"Xi'er, I am Xiao Jin, remember my name."
Xiao Jin's kisses rained down on Song Lingxi, making her already confused mind even more hazy.
She couldn't tell what day it was, she only knew to repeat, "Xiao... Jin".
This shout made Xiao Jin even more excited, and with the effects of the drug taking hold, he became even more out of control, his body burning hot.
"Remember my name."
Song Lingxi was completely absorbed in the moment, and had no time to think about anything else, let alone understand what men were saying.
Her body was filled with a rich floral fragrance, and her natural scent wafted out with her sweat, filling the room with a delightful aroma as her face flushed.
Xiao Jin could only sigh helplessly. It seemed there was no point in trying to reason with her. Then she thought, so be it. If she were sober, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out this way...
But no matter what, the outcome will not change.
He will never let go of any woman he sets his sights on, no matter whose wife or daughter she is!
Xiao Jin's eyes darkened further, becoming obscure and unfathomable, making it difficult to discern what he was thinking.
But his movements didn't stop. He felt the delicate, smooth skin beneath his hands, warm to the touch, like a fine piece of jade, which he lingered over.
"Xi'er, you belong to me."
Xiao Jin's eyes gleamed with an unreadable light. He stared intently at her flushed face, his gaze unwavering, his tone filled with determination.
Song Lingxi couldn't understand his words; it was as if they were speaking different languages. She only felt that the man in front of her was dangerous, making her want to escape.
"No--"
Before Song Lingxi could escape, the man pulled her back. Xiao Jin couldn't bear to hear her say "no," which made the man uneasy.
So Xiao Jin kissed her lips, preventing her from saying things he didn't want to hear. Why did these soft lips always want to provoke him?
"Xi'er, don't resist me..."
After the kiss, Xiao Jin's tone softened, somewhat lingering on her warmth. Seeing her obedient appearance, his heart also softened.
A room filled with the warmth of spring.
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