A deep, agonizing pain was revealed in Liang Qi's eyes, filled with emotion. He felt utterly helpless at Xiaoyue's avoidance. Carefully, he slowly placed his hands on Xiaoyue's waist and gently pulled her close.
It was as if a vampire wanted to melt Xiaoyue's blood and bones into Liang Qi's body. Xiaoyue supported herself tightly with her hands, but found that she was completely unmoved in front of Liang Qi.
Xiaoyue, feeling a mix of excitement and annoyance, bit Liang Qi's shoulder hard. She felt a burning sensation at the base of her teeth as she bit down harder, and Liang Qi's flesh quickly became hard.
Even so, Liang Qi didn't let Xiaoyue go. He buried his head in Xiaoyue's shoulder, his tears soaking her clothes. Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment; those tears not only soaked her clothes but also her heart.
The dignified Third Prince of Shiwei was actually shedding tears. Xiaoyue finally stopped struggling and gently stroked Liang Qi's back, softly comforting him in his ear.
Perhaps he was too tired from the journey, or perhaps he caught a chill in the heavy snow, but suddenly Liang Qi pressed down on Xiao Yue, and Xiao Yue clearly felt Liang Qi's sense of weightlessness.
Xiaoyue was heavily pressed down onto the kang (a heated brick bed) by Liang Qi. Liang Qi, dazed and confused, collapsed onto the kang. Xiaoyue noticed that the person on top of her was slowly raising his head.
Liang Qi felt the stars darting around him, his mind was foggy, and he finally collapsed onto Xiaoyue's shoulder.
Xiaoyue struggled to squeeze out from under Liang Qi and found that Liang Qi had already fainted.
Xiaoyue straightened up, wanting to kick Liang Qi a few times, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She turned on the warm water and wiped the dust off Liang Qi's face and hands.
She found another stool, changed the water in the basin, and let Liang Qi's soft, long hair down. Liang Qi always tied her hair up, and Xiao Yue only realized how long it was when she let it down that it reached her waist. She then soaked the loose hair in the water.
Xiaoyue used the soap she made herself to wash Liang Qi's hair, starting from the ends and washing it in three sections. First, she applied the soap to the ends of Liang Qi's hair, rubbed it to create foam, gently washed it with her hands, and then rinsed it clean with water.
Then Xiaoyue washed the middle section and the head. When she washed the head, she gently massaged Liang Qi's scalp. Liang Qi, who was lying on the kang, slowly relaxed his furrowed brows.
He dried Liang Qi's hair with a cloth, poured out the water, added a piece of firewood to the stove, and went back into the house.
Xiaoyue noticed that Liang Qi was looking at her, and Xiaoyue instructed, "Now that you're awake, take off your outer clothes, and I'll wash them for you."
"Do you have an undergarment? Mine is also very dirty, and I want to take a bath." Liang Qi's pure voice made Xiaoyue blush. "Your home is in the village. Since you're already awake, you should go home."
Xiaoyue took off her shoes, walked to Liang Qi's side, grabbed one of Liang Qi's arms, and pulled him up with all her might. Liang Qi lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) watching Xiaoyue's movements. When Xiaoyue tried to pull him up, Liang Qi reached out his hand and let Xiaoyue pull him up.
Before Xiaoyue could pull Liang Qi up, Liang Qi sat up abruptly, pulled Xiaoyue into his arms, and held her down with both hands to prevent her from moving. Xiaoyue glared angrily at Liang Qi.
Seeing that Xiaoyue was angry, Liang Qi gently and slowly pressed his lips to her face, giving her a light, fleeting kiss. When they looked up, both of their faces were flushed. Liang Qi looked like a child who had secretly eaten candy.
They smacked their lips and shared another kiss, this time lasting a little longer than the last.
Then he continued to kiss her repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.
Xiaoyue finally realized something was wrong and frantically tried to get out of Liang Qi's arms.
Liang Qi held Xiao Yue as if she were his very bones. Xiao Yue kept resisting, her big, watery eyes, her blushing face flushed with a mixture of shyness and anger, and her pouting, moist lips making Liang Qi's heart pound.
Unable to resist the allure of Xiaoyue's small face, Liang Qi immediately captured her moist lips with his own, sucking them greedily. The fresh taste from Xiaoyue's mouth slowly filled Liang Qi's mouth.
Impatient with such cautiousness, he directly took over, enjoying the intense passion and his eyes filled with love. In his ecstasy, Liang Qi carelessly placed his hand on Xiaoyue's waist.
His hand, acting out of control, groped haphazardly to his waist, lifting his outer garment and slipping inside, his rough hand caressing Xiaoyue's skin.
The trembling sensation made Xiaoyue's whole body react, and those large hands were still slowly moving towards the unspeakable place.
Xiaoyue's mind went blank for a moment. She realized what Liang Qi was doing and bit her tongue hard, causing Liang Qi to stop immediately.
He pulled Xiaoyue into his arms, his desire overwhelming, tinged with resentment and grievance. His sensual voice, hoarse, whispered two words in Xiaoyue's ear: "Xiaoyue. Xiaoyue." Then he buried his face in Xiaoyue's neck.
He held Xiaoyue's smooth neck in his mouth, sucking on it bit by bit.
Xiaoyue gazed at the heavy snow falling outside the window. The sky was overcast, as if it were about to collapse. Xiaoyue sat up.
Liang Qi lifted Xiaoyue up again, but this time he didn't just hold her while she sat down. Instead, he pressed her directly onto the kang (a heated brick bed), pinned her head tightly with both hands, and clamped Xiaoyue's legs tightly between his own.
He leaned down and kissed Xiaoyue one after another. Liang Qi pulled off her clothes, revealing her porcelain-white skin. He used his weathered face to gently caress her porcelain-white skin.
Slowly, like a devout believer, he kissed the prominent, trembling protrusion. Xiaoyue's body trembled violently. She had never experienced such excitement and pleasure in her previous life, and unconsciously uttered a single word.
As if encouraged, Liang Qi began to tentatively seek out the other side. Xiao Yue was gradually losing consciousness in the web of pleasure woven by Liang Qi.
A soft, Wu-dialect-like voice kept escaping from her mouth as she clung to Liang Qi's body like an octopus. Liang Qi was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat.
Xiaoyue searched for those sensual lips, yearning for them again and again. The two were entwined in passionate embrace when someone pushed the table on the kang (a heated brick bed) to the ground with a deafening crash, startling them awake.
Xiaoyue hurriedly put on her clothes, her face flushed, and jumped off the kang barefoot. Ignoring Liang Qi, she went to the west room to compose herself before sitting down at the loom to weave cloth.
Liang Qi let out a long breath, the feeling in his chest still lingering. Seeing that Xiaoyue wasn't coming over to pay attention to him, he lay down on the warm kang and fell asleep.
Xiaoyue was left weaving, her heart pounding.
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