Chapter 71
Shen Yao felt her hair stand on end.
She watched him look around as if searching for something. Suddenly, his gaze stopped on a table. He walked over, picked and chose in the pen holder, and finally picked up a sheep's hair brush and an inkstone.
Shen Yao's eyes widened instantly, and she asked in confusion, "What are you going to do?"
He laughed and asked in return, "What else can pen and ink do?"
Shen Yao was even more puzzled and asked uncertainly, "Writing, drawing?"
"Smart." Wei Luo gave her an approving look.
After bringing the brush and ink, Wei Luo squatted down in front of her, twirling the ink stick in the inkstone with his fingers, while looking up at her face.
"What kind of flower do you like? I'll draw one for you later."
Unable to fathom his thoughts, Shen Yao rolled her eyes and casually made up a few names: "Peony, cherry blossom, lotus, plum blossom—"
"Are you going to give me the menu?"
Wei Luo glanced at her and made the final decision, "Peony, you are the most suitable for peony, so paint this one."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ink was ground, neither too thick nor too thin, just right for painting. Wei Luo nodded in satisfaction.
"The sheep's hair brush is soft and warm, so please bear with it."
After speaking, he reached out and grabbed her ankle, then began to take off her shoes.
Shen Yao froze. By the time she came to her senses, Wei Luo had already taken off one shoe and looked like he was going to take off his sock as well. She was terrified and struggled desperately with her legs, "What are you doing?"
Suddenly, I seemed to realize what he was about to do.
This pervert actually wanted to draw inside her feet!
Shen Yao refused, shouting, "No, no, you have to stop right now!"
As she spoke, she kicked him, landing squarely on his chest. Wei Luo was startled, then his face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, "Chen Yao."
When the woman refused to cooperate, Wei Luo simply took a handkerchief, tore it in two with a "rip," tied one of her feet to a stool, and tied the other foot to another chair as well.
Now they really were crabs, bound hand and foot.
Shen Yao glared at him hatefully and cursed, "Pervert, you pervert, you big pervert."
"abnormal?"
Wei Luo was suddenly taken aback, and his gaze toward her immediately became strange, his brows furrowing as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
He looked down into Shen Yao's eyes, raised an eyebrow in surprise, and said, "So you like this?"
Um?
Now it was Shen Yao's turn to be surprised. "When did I like it?"
She cried out "Ouch!" and struggled repeatedly, "Let me go!"
Wei Luo seemed not to hear, and even chuckled softly. He squatted down and grabbed her ankle, tearing off her white socks, revealing the woman's fair and soft feet.
Shen Yao's heart almost jumped out of her chest.
The man's fingers moved over his feet, and every spot he touched felt itchy, as if ants were crawling on it.
Not only physically, but also psychologically, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
A laugh tinged with tears.
Wei Luo looked at her and smiled, "Alright, I'll paint peonies for you."
The sheep-hair brush, saturated with ink, touched the tiny spot on the sole of her foot. The instant they made contact, a tingling, itchy sensation, both excruciating and agonizing, flowed from the tip of the brush, spreading from her toes to her brain.
Almost instinctively, her calves twitched, spasming in waves. She gasped softly, "Your Highness, it itches, it itches so much, please stop."
My blood was about to boil.
Hearing the sound, Wei Luo looked up at her, his eyes smiling, and said, "Don't move."
Although he was holding the woman's ankle, she was very restless and kept shaking, causing a peony petal to be drawn crooked by several millimeters.
No matter how he looked at it, Wei Luo couldn't stand it, so he brought his eyes closer to the sole of the foot and carefully traced the crooked lines, blowing on them as he drew, showing great patience and meticulousness.
On one side, Shen Yao was itching terribly.
That bastard, that scoundrel, probably a lustful madman, is definitely seeking revenge on her, which is why he tortured her with such cruel methods.
As his brush moved across the soles of her feet, she laughed incessantly, tears welling in her eyes. She kept begging him to put the brush away, but Wei Luo paid no heed, completely absorbed in his art.
Shen Yao cried, laughed, and cursed all at the same time. In the end, her voice was hoarse and her eyes were full of tears. But what was shameful was that her body seemed to be aroused and unable to suppress a certain reaction by his treatment.
A surge of energy erupted from her, and she gasped for breath. The intense desire emanating from within her body overwhelmed her brain, making it difficult for her to control herself.
Actually, it's not just men who get excited; women do too.
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
Shen Yao's voice was almost trembling, extremely soft and delicate, sounding more like the whispers of a lover on the pillow.
Wei Luo looked up at her and was momentarily stunned.
Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and her eyes shimmered, but what made his heart race was her indistinct moans... His mind went blank for a moment, and he felt weak in the knees, unable to even hold a pen.
That bastard.
Shen Yao sobbed and whispered, "I'm in pain, please let me go."
As soon as the rope was untied, Shen Yao couldn't wait to pull him toward the bed. With a strong push, she pressed him onto the mattress, kissing his cheek and the tip of his nose.
Wei Luo let out a soft "hmm," his Adam's apple bobbing as he turned the tables, grabbing her waist and flipping her over to pin her down. He kissed the corner of her mouth, their lips and tongues entwining.
The temperature inside the bed rose rapidly, and the external heat made the internal thirst even more severe. Shen Yao's hands began to wander, and taking advantage of Wei Luo's confusion and infatuation, she used her fingers to untie his jade belt.
With a crisp "snap," the jade clasp separated instantly.
Just as Shen Yao was feeling smug, Wei Luo suddenly grabbed her restless hand and asked seriously, "A Yao, what are you doing?"
She blinked, her big, innocent eyes wide, and murmured, "It's so obvious."
After saying that, she continued to take off his clothes.
Wei Luo was shocked and dared not kiss her again. He hurriedly covered himself with his clothes with trembling hands and stammered, "What are you doing? No."
"Why not?"
Shen Yao didn't care and kissed the corner of his mouth again, "Your Highness, when you were on top of me just now, I clearly felt you—"
Her hand moved down, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Wei Luo groaned, his face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.
"I, I just..."
Wei Luo swallowed hard, licked his lips, and stammered for a long time without making a sound.
Shen Yao pressed her head close to him, pouting, and said, "It was all your fault just now, and now I feel so bad. Don't you want to?"
Right now, I just want to kiss and cuddle.
Their eyes met tenderly, their breaths lingered.
Wei Luo slowly lowered his head, bringing his lips close to her ear, and whispered, "I want it, I dream about it, but it's not possible now. A clandestine relationship without a matchmaker would be unfair to you. But if you want it, I can..."
He slowly unbuckled her belt, and the moment her skin touched the air, Shen Yao got goosebumps all over her body.
The soft, moist sensation on the tip of the tongue lingers within, gentle and sweet, like soaking in a bathtub, with water enveloping and pattering, making one feel comfortable and intoxicated.
*
When she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn. Sunlight shone on the pale purple bed curtains, making the embroidered patterns even more exquisite.
Shen Yao blinked, vaguely remembering that this was not her bed, but Wei Luo's Eastern Palace.
Startled, she quickly got up, lifted the bed curtains, and saw that it was indeed Wei Luo's bedroom.
A palace attendant entered and, seeing that Shen Yao had woken up, quickly lowered his eyes and asked, "Miss Shen, would you like to wash up?"
"Okay, sure."
The room was quiet. Shen Yao asked, "Where did your prince go?"
"His Highness went out to handle state affairs this morning, but said he would be back soon."
As soon as he was told to do morning exercises, Cao Cao arrived. In the blink of an eye, Wei Luo stepped inside, looking energetic.
Shen Yao raised an eyebrow. It seemed this guy had a good time last night!
She looked at him, and Wei Luo looked over as well; their eyes met across the distance.
Wei Luo coughed, waved for the eunuchs to leave, and slowly walked to Shen Yao's side, clicking his tongue in amazement, "Awake?"
"Um."
"Have you eaten?" he asked again.
"I just got up and haven't eaten yet. Where is Your Highness?"
"No."
That's perfect, let's have a meal together.
The table was laden with freshly served dishes, a mix of meat and vegetables, and still warm. Wei Luo didn't let Liu Heng serve him; he went straight to pick up food and drink porridge.
Come to think of it, this was her first time dining at the East Palace, and the food was quite good.
It was much better than the Shen family's, and Shen Yao ate very happily.
Do not speak while eating or sleeping.
After the meal, Wei Luo asked her, "How did you sleep last night?"
Mentioning last night, Shen Yao's face flushed instantly. She coughed and looked up at Wei Luo with a smile, saying, "It was very comfortable. Your Highness's bed is especially soft."
"Hmm." Wei Luo nodded, returning the smile. "Anything else?"
"And—His Highness's embrace is also very warm."
Shen Yao smiled.
Wei Luo laughed along and asked, "Anything else?"
His expression was clear, and Shen Yao knew exactly what he was thinking. However, she lowered her head shyly and bit her lip, remaining silent.
Upon seeing this, Wei Luo snorted and took her hand, leading her straight to the bed.
Shen Yao asked, "What are you doing?"
I feel really embarrassed.
Seeing her acting all coy and hesitant, completely unlike her "cute and crazy" self from yesterday, Wei Luo gritted his teeth in anger.
He said, "I served you so well last night, you fell asleep right away and I couldn't wake you up."
Her voice was full of grievance and resentment.
Shen Yao let out an "Ah!" and opened her eyes wide. Before she could say anything, he had already pressed her down to sit on the bed.
Wei Luo half-squatted in front of her, staring into her eyes and said quietly, "Since you've enjoyed the good things, you should give back in kind."
Hmm, so he wants her to do this for him?
Shen Yao's heart jumped into her throat. She looked around, bit her lip, and smiled, "It's broad daylight, isn't that inappropriate? Look at all the people outside, they'll talk if they see us."
"Everyone's outside, they can't get in. Besides, you're already resting here, what are you afraid of?"
He stood up, sat down next to Shen Yao, kissed her, and coaxed her with tender eyes, "Good Yao, help me, okay?"
Shen Yao looked at him, thinking that he had indeed worked hard last night, and that the feeling was really comfortable, so she nodded in agreement.
As she spoke, she began to undress.
Last night he absolutely refused to let me take it off, but today he was very proactive, taking off the jade belt himself and lying down on the bed.
"That feels so good," he sighed softly.
Shen Yao found it amusing and teased, "I haven't even started yet, how come you're already feeling comfortable?"
She leaned down beside the man, gently stroking his eyebrows and eyes, smiling sweetly.
Wei Luo then said, "As long as you're by my side, I'll be comfortable even if we don't do anything."
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