Chapter 109 World Five (Eleven)
Remembering Nanny's instructions, Bao Shan leaned forward, her cheek close to Rong Zhao's. Her slender, soft fingers grasped the rosy-skinned apple and placed it between their cheeks.
The sound of the fruit being bitten is particularly crisp and pleasant.
Baoshan raised her eyes and saw Rong Zhao, only inches away, his eyes lowered, savoring the apple. Baoshan's long, straight eyelashes trembled gently like fine reed leaves. She thought to herself: Not only are Rong Zhao's hands broad, but even the way his lips open and close is distinct from hers. One is an eagle in the azure sky, the other a petite oriole.
As Bao Shan relaxed, Rong Zhao's handsome and elegant face pressed against her cheek. The apple fruit that lay between them tumbled to the ground with a "clack".
Rong Zhao lowered his eyes slightly and could see Bao Shan's shy face. Her skin was extremely white and delicate, with a faint and soft glow.
As he got closer, Rong Zhao could clearly see the fine, soft hairs on her cheeks. Her small, upright nose was covered with thin beads of sweat.
——Baoshan is afraid.
Rong Zhao understood; this was understandable. After all, for newly married girls, the "bridal chamber" was a matter of curiosity, but more of a fear.
Baoshan's eyes were wide open, with a clear and watery light in them.
Rong Zhao couldn't help but chuckle at her dazed and confused look.
Although he was a romantic and unrestrained person by nature, the precious fan in front of him seemed too young. I heard that it was from a young girl who had just reached the age of 15.
Rong Zhao stepped back, as if trying to withdraw.
Baoshan saw this expression, and it was obvious that Rong Zhao disliked her and wanted to leave her alone in the room. Baoshan's watery eyes trembled, a flicker of panic flashing across them. Although she was naive, she was fortunate to have a thoughtful nanny by her side. She had already sent people to find out that Rong Zhao was lingering in the South Tower. He even had feelings for the courtesan Chunru there, and he repeatedly intervened to protect Chunru from the interruptions and rudeness of others.
Baoshan felt a sharp pain at the tip of her heart, as if being pierced by an embroidery needle, which brought her back to consciousness.
The precious fan fell in her palms on both sides, and she clenched it gently. She remembered the nanny's teachings. If she was alone in the empty room tonight, she would become a laughing stock in the Rong family tomorrow, and everyone would ridicule and despise her.
"My dear precious fan, if you want to have a foothold in the Rong Mansion, you must trap Rong Zhao on your bed and prevent him from leaving you."
Nanny said this while combing Baoshan's hair.
Bao Shan made a decision in his heart, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were still pure and without any scheming.
There was still half a piece of apple in her lips, so she spoke a little unclearly, as if she was acting coquettishly: "There is still half a piece, Hai... I haven't eaten it yet..."
There was a faint pink tinge on Baoshan's porcelain-white face. Her eyes were hesitant, as if she was worried about being rejected by Rong Zhao, and her posture was a little timid.
The apple was bitten open, revealing its golden flesh, hidden in the red-lipped sandalwood mouth. Rong Zhao's eyes grew darker. He said coldly, "Yes, there's still half a piece."
Since we are following the old customs, we must have a beginning and an end to make it complete.
Rong Zhao leaned over, his body as majestic as a mountain, pressing towards the treasure fan.
Without any hesitation, he took the soft cherry-colored lips into his own thin lips.
Rong Zhao was clearly a young man of wealth and no talent for either literature or martial arts, but at this moment he was like a powerful general, sweeping the city and plundering the land with unstoppable force, leaving Bao Shan unable to resist.
The ringola fruit had already turned into sweet juice during the interaction between the two.
The apples had been eaten up, and even the juice was swallowed by Rong Zhao without a drop left.
Baoshan's cheeks were flushed, and her features were tinged with a beautiful color.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she thought secretly: The broadness of his palms, the softness of Rong Zhao's lips, and the softness of his mouth were all incomparable to hers, and they were all filled with burning warmth, making her body feel as if it was burning.
Baoshan was not the only one who had unsteady breathing and was confused and lost in passion.
The corners of Rong Zhao's eyes were slightly raised, with a rich rouge color.
The ringo fruit was eaten up, not a single bit was left. Rong Zhao should have left, just as he had originally expected.
But Rong Zhao's eyes were fixed on the beauty in his arms, unwilling to look away for even a moment.
Perhaps because her lips were bitten and hurt, Baoshan let out a faint cry of pain, like the cry of a kitten, whimpering and making people feel numb.
Rong Zhao raised his arms, hugged the treasure fan and sat on his legs. The two looked at each other.
Rong Zhao lifted Bao Shan's chin and took a closer look, finding that her delicate lips were only a more beautiful color than before, and were not damaged.
Like an eagle aiming at its prey, he began to feast on the small and delicate oriole.
This time, as they kissed each other, what Rong Zhao was fighting for was no longer the apple with golden flesh, but a fine wine that was even sweeter than the apple.
Bao Shan was kissed so hard by Rong Zhao that she couldn't even speak, and could only make tiny whimpering sounds.
Her voice was soft and gentle, and when it fell into Rong Zhao's ears, it seemed to pull at his heartstrings, which were already tightly stretched and forced to endure, making them even more shaky, almost breaking at the next moment.
After a long time, Baoshan could not even sit steadily and was about to fall backwards.
Rong Zhao's entire mind was focused on the softness of the lips in front of him, and now he had some free time to hold Bao Shan's waist tightly.
The broad, warm palm was first placed on the slender waist, and then slowly explored, moving upwards...
The loose wedding dress could not hide Baoshan's delicate body.
Useless things naturally have no reason to exist intact and safely.
Thus, this ill-matched wedding dress turned into shattered pieces of clothing.
Another wedding dress, which was a perfect fit and embellished with jade, was in a slightly better condition.
But she could not escape being rejected as a nuisance and was thrown to the ground in a mess, landing right on top of another piece of dress.
Amidst the vermilion, a goose yellow lace-up lingerie stands out, with an exquisite lotus embroidered diagonally on the right edge.
The emerald green branches and pale pink petals stand tall and graceful, and the spring scenery is endless.
It was not a hot and humid season, but both of them were sweating.
Rong Zhao's broad and firm back was facing the window through which the dim moonlight was shining.
There are deep grooves on the back, and beads of sweat flow down them.
The sweat beads seemed to carry scorching heat, dripping onto the soft hands, almost burning them.
The flickering candlelight mixed with the frosty moonlight, making Baoshan feel that the scene in front of her eyes became increasingly blurry. Her head felt dizzy and her eyes were hazy.
Her lips were glistening with water, and she looked obedient and pitiful, as if she was asking for a lingering caress from the man in front of her.
Outside the house, the moon was still and the wind was gentle, and the slender willow branches swayed gently.
Rong Zhao first pecked Bao Shan's lips lightly, until they became soft and he felt a slight itch.
Only then did Rong Zhao lower the passionate and lingering kiss gently.
Rong Zhao doesn't like reading, and he also doesn't want to practice martial arts under the scorching sun.
Therefore, her skin is well maintained, whiter and smoother than that of ordinary girls.
But compared with the mind-blowing delicacy, it is three points inferior.
Outside, the slender willow leaves gently caressed the window lattice, a gentle, soft rustle that masked the muffled breathing. Inside, the house was utterly silent, yet the air felt like unlit firecrackers, ready to crackle and crackle at the slightest spark.
The snow-white and soft instep, the tight lines are extremely soft and graceful, and even the slight arch is exceptionally smooth.
She is a beauty blessed by nature. Her whole body, from her long black hair to her white and tender feet, is fascinating and makes people indulge in it.
Bao Shan was so tired that she was unaware of the round tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, which Rong Zhao wiped away gently as he leaned over. She swallowed them mouthful by mouthful without even noticing.
She only knew that she had fulfilled the nanny's instructions and let Rong Zhao stay trapped in her small bed tonight.
Soft light poured onto Baoshan's porcelain-white cheeks. Her tightly closed eyelids gently opened, and Baoshan realized that it was already dawn, but she was still lying in bed without washing.
Baoshan's body trembled slightly, and she felt something strange around her waist. A broad and powerful hand had been holding her waist for the whole night.
Baoshan looked at Rong Zhao who was full of sleepiness, thought for a moment, and closed his eyelids again.
When Rong Zhao woke up, the sun was already at its zenith.
He sat up straight on the bed and pulled the quilt. The sound made Baoshan gradually regain consciousness.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her soft hand, mumbling, "It's so uncomfortable..."
After saying this, Baoshan's cheeks flushed red, and she grabbed the quilt with her hands, covering her entire face, leaving only her misty eyes exposed.
Hearing Baoshan's half-complaining, half-shy words, Rong Zhao felt a burning heat in his chest.
But he soon resumed his usual unrestrained and carefree self, accepting it all calmly: the fan was his wife, whom he had formally married into the mansion in exchange for the engagement letter. As a husband, he could naturally do as he pleased.
Rong Zhao pretended not to care at all and got off the bed in a very free and easy manner.
In his current state, he naturally wouldn't ask the servants to come in and serve him.
Rong Zhao dug out a set of clothes from the wooden cabinet and changed into them hastily.
Baoshan, who was lying on the soft couch, timidly poked her head out, reminding him not to forget about herself: "My... wedding dress is torn..."
Rong Zhao's hand, which was smoothing down his shirt, stiffened slightly. He said coldly, "I'll go get the maid to serve."
Baoshan raised her head in response, and the brocade quilt on her body gently slid off with her movement, revealing her dazzling white and delicate skin.
All sorts of images came flooding back like a tide. Rong Zhao felt his throat tighten. He turned his head away from the treasured fan, opened the door, and walked out.
Baoshan waited quietly for the maid to arrive so that she could change her clothes and dress up.
But when the door opened, the person who came in was not the maid, but Rong Zhao who had left not long ago.
Bao Shan bit her lips tightly and said in a soft voice, "Where's the maid?"
Rong Zhao's voice was cold and hard: "Not found."
Baoshan's slender willow-shaped eyebrows were slightly frowned. She knew that Rong Zhao was lying.
This is the residence of the youngest son of the Rong family, so how could there not be maids serving him?
If Rong Zhao fell to the point where he had no maid to order around.
Mrs. Rong would not tolerate even the destruction and would definitely tidy up the yard.
Rong Zhao didn't care that he had told a lie that could be exposed with just a slight poke.
His wife was lying on the bed, her shoulders half exposed, and she looked so lovely that no one could see her.
Rong Zhao walked towards Bao Shan who was lying on the couch. Bao Shan then saw that he was holding a tea-green dress in his hand.
The small shoulders were wrapped in the palm of the hand.
Rong Zhao's eyes were cold: "I'll change your clothes for you."
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