The glass lamps in the banquet hall gradually went out. Xie Yun's body swayed slightly, his steps seemed to be staggering but were actually steady. He leaned on Zheng Wanqing's shoulder with a little bit of drunkenness. Zheng Wanqing had to wrap her arms around his sturdy waist, and her fingertips unconsciously sank into the leather of his military belt. Xie Yun's breath was filled with the hot smell of alcohol. He deliberately slowed down his pace, letting the jasmine scent mixed with the alcohol in Zheng Wanqing's hair penetrate into her lungs.
"Young Marshal is drunk?" Seeing this, the guards hurried forward to help him, but were turned away by Xie Yun's glare. His fingertips lightly drew a half circle on her waist: "Madam, please send me off."
When Zheng Wanqing heard this, her ears flushed slightly and a hint of shyness flashed across her face.
The lantern lights in the corridor lengthened their overlapping shadows. Xie Yun leaned his head lazily on Zheng Wanqing's shoulder, and the warm breath he exhaled brushed her neck like a feather. He felt her back suddenly straighten. The copper buttons of his military uniform hit the buttons of her cheongsam, making a slight sound as he walked.
After walking into the room, Zheng Wanqing took a deep breath and told the servants to prepare hot water. After the servants left the room, Zheng Wanqing turned around and looked at Xie Yun, asking softly, "Can you... wash yourself?"
Xie Yun nodded, and when he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow under his eyes, just covering up the clarity in his eyes. His eyes slowly fell on her lips, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
"By the way, you stand first." Zheng Wanqing took out a brocade bag from the bedside table and handed it to his palm, saying softly: "Last time you said you wanted it, I did it. This is for calming the nerves. It contains angelica and lavender, which has the effect of inducing sleep."
The sachet was only the size of a palm, with osmanthus flowers outlined in silver thread embroidered on the indigo satin. Every stitch and thread was delicate and exquisite. A tiny pearl was embellished on the pistil, sparkling with a warm luster under the candlelight. It was obvious at a glance that a lot of thought had been put into it.
Xie Yun gently stroked the pattern on the sachet, and held it to his nose to take a deep sniff, as if to imprint the scent of her breath deeply into his heart. With a dark current in his eyes, he asked softly, "When was it embroidered?"
"When you stayed up late reviewing military newspapers a few days ago, I took the time to embroider it. I was so busy with the banquet these days that I almost forgot about it." She responded softly, looking at him tenderly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yun suddenly took a step closer and gently pushed her against the wall.
"I love so much."
His eyes revealed an irrepressible passion, and his gaze slowly moved down, firmly locking onto Zheng Wanqing's lips.
Those pink lips, like petals blooming in spring, exuded an irresistible charm. He raised his hand involuntarily, and gently traced Zheng Wanqing's lips with his fingers, and then rolled the rouge on her lips with his thumb, turning the red blush of the crabapple into an ambiguous mark.
Zheng Wanqing's face turned red due to his sudden action, and she felt nervous and shy.
His palm gently rested behind her head, his breath carrying the scent of alcohol and warmth sprayed down, and his blazing gaze seemed to set her skin on fire.
"Xie Yun..." She called softly, her voice as gentle as a whisper, but was cut off by his lips the next second.
His kiss was very light, like a dragonfly touching the water, and the lips separated immediately after they touched, but it stirred up ripples in Zheng Wanqing's heart. Zheng Wanqing's eyelashes trembled violently, and although she was flustered, she did not push him away, as if she was also intoxicated by this ambiguous atmosphere.
He suddenly carried her to the dressing table, and the bronze mirror reflected his silhouette with his head buried in her neck.
Xie Yun's eyes suddenly darkened, the desire in his eyes was like a prairie fire, and he lowered his head again. This time, he kissed her hard and fast, the tip of his tongue eagerly pried open her teeth, and invaded her breath directly.
Zheng Wanqing's hand, which was originally against his chest, had wrinkled his shirt without her knowing, like a drowning person instinctively trying to grab a floating log. Xie Yun held her slender waist tightly, his palm slowly sliding from her back to her slender waist, with such force that he almost pinched into her skin, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.
She gradually lost herself in his passionate kiss, and she could not help but respond to him, slowly stretching out her hands, and wrapping them around Xie Yun's neck, her fingertips unconsciously tangling the ends of his hair on the back of his neck. Xie Yun's breathing stagnated, and then he kissed her more fiercely, sucking on her tongue as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her up, causing her to let out a soft hum from her throat.
Zheng Wanqing was almost out of breath from the passionate kiss, and she pressed her palm against his hot chest and pushed gently. Xie Yun then reluctantly let go, still locking her in his arms. When he let go, Zheng Wanqing's lips were so bright that they were shocking.
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