Chapter 63 World Three (Fourteen)
Two scarlet ties wrapped around her slender, white neck. Her shoulders were round and small, appearing exceptionally smooth and soft in the sunlight filtering through the window paper. Baoshan's dress had been half-pulled down to her waist, and dark water marks had stained not only her outer garment but also her inner garment, leaving a noticeable dampness in the ridges and grooves.
Bao Shan's dark eyelashes trembled slightly, like leaves on autumn branches. Because the water marks on her body had soaked her inner garment, causing the soft fabric to cling tightly to her skin, Bao Shan's dark eyebrows were slightly furrowed, revealing a bit of helplessness.
As if sensing something strange in the room, Baoshan raised his eyes slightly and plunged into the inky black abyss.
Xiao Yujing's gaze fell on Baoshan's petite shoulders, and the tips of his ears felt slightly hot. He had personally touched every inch of Baoshan's skin. But the dream left no trace. The softness, the smoothness, the closeness, all lingered in Xiao Yujing's mind like a dream. Never before had he seen her fair skin so clearly, in the bright sunlight, as today.
Xiao Yujing and Baoshan's gaze met, gazing into her eyes, which were like a clear spring in the forest, pure and serene, filled with a sense of dependence. Baoshan seemed to notice her current situation—she was half-dressed and disheveled. Her cheeks flushed with shame, and she grabbed the soft blanket beside her, covering her chest with it.
Xiao Yujing had been to brothels like Qinlou and Chuguan several times at the invitation of his colleagues. He looked coldly at those exquisitely dressed women, who had graceful postures and eyes that seemed to be soaked in wine, as they looked at everyone with a dazed look on their faces.
Although Xiao Yujing was cold-hearted, he was a man and understood that such behavior was called seduction.
He disliked the aroma of the Qin and Chu houses, which seemed to cling to him endlessly. So Xiao Yujing abandoned everyone and left the place.
At this moment, he looked at Baoshan's eyes, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what they meant.
A thin layer of sweat hung on the tip of Baoshan's nose. A struggle flashed in her eyes, and she finally made up her mind.
She clutched the brocade quilt tightly with her bare hands, and slowly used the treasure fan to lift the obstruction in front of her.
Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled, her pearly teeth bit her soft lips, and she spoke softly, "I can't reach the laces behind me, Xiao Lang, can you help me?"
What did he do to help her? Naturally, he used his broad hands to untie the slender ties on her dress.
Xiao Yujing saw clearly that the treasured fan was tempting him. When did she need a man to help her undress? Only when they were in bed.
There was an icy coldness in Xiao Yujing's eyes. He was tall and slender, like the top of a mountain or the white snow hanging on the cliffs, so high and unreachable that there was a sense of alienation that one could only admire him from afar and not touch him.
Baoshan had once been in perfect harmony with him, their skin had been touching, and they had done the most intimate things.
But when that warm hand touched her skin, Baoshan could not feel the warmth and her body trembled slightly.
Hidden beneath the warmth is Xiao Yujing's true temper, which is bitingly cold.
Just like now, Bao Shan sat on the bed, using her clumsy seductive tricks, while Xiao Yujing was like a bystander, watching intently.
It was not until today that Baoshan truly felt Xiao Yujing's coldness.
He would remember the kindness of Lady Luo's meal so vividly that he would go to great lengths to free her from slavery, regardless of the possible displeasure of the emperor. But a favor is a favor, and a mistake is a mistake. Just like today, when Lady Luo committed a genuine offense, Xiao Yujing would not shield her or cover up for her, but instead coldly say, "It's the rules." Xiao Yujing and Baoshan had shared a loving and affectionate moment in bed, but once he sobered up, he would return to his usual coldness, withdrawing without a trace of lingering affection.
Because she didn't get a response from Xiao Yujing, Baoshan's cheeks flushed, and she asked again in a soft voice, but this time, her voice was even weaker: "Are you unwilling, Xiao Lang?"
With such beauty before him, any ordinary person would have turned into a lustful ghost and rushed forward to caress the treasured fan. However, Xiao Yujing's brows were stern, without a trace of urgency. He asked in a calm voice, "Can't you really open it?"
The sound of the precious fan was like the hum of a mosquito. As soon as the words fell, she turned her head to the side, leaving only her slender neck, stained with shy pink, facing Xiao Yujing.
Xiao Yujing walked up to Baoshan and stretched out his hand, his bony knuckles clearly visible. He picked up a thin tie and pulled it slightly. The originally loose tie was untied, and the plain inner garment fell down, hanging around Baoshan's waist like a half-undone dress.
The laces were untied, and the problem of the treasure fan was solved, but Xiao Yujing did not step back. He moved his fingers slightly, lifted the black hair of the treasure fan, wrapped the strands of black hair around his fingertips, and examined them carefully.
It has an extremely soft touch, just like its owner, obedient and indecisive, like a fallen leaf in the water, drifting with the current. Whichever shore is stronger will be able to leave this fragile fallen leaf behind.
Xiao Yujing lowered his head slightly and could see the collarbone of the treasure fan, which was like the wings of a butterfly, lying across the slender neck, with two shallow dimples, as if they could barely catch spring water if poured into it.
Xiao Yujing twisted Baoshan's hair with his fingers, letting her dark black hair fall down in front of her chest, covering the undulating hair.
He asked softly, "Do you feel wronged?"
Bao Shan wanted to say sympathetically, "No, I'm not wronged," but the bitterness in her chest prevented her from saying it.
Yes, she felt wronged and sad.
Xiao Yujing was still playing with Baoshan's hair, and his voice was cold: "Why don't you explain?"
He let down another strand of black hair and placed it on Baoshan's chest. His cool fingertips slid across Baoshan's arm, causing her to tremble slightly. Even her voice trembled a little: "I dare not."
The fingertips fell on Baoshan's neck and slid across it gently like a feather.
The coldness made Bao Shan tremble even more. This kind of ambiguous and lingering action, when performed by Xiao Yujing, seemed particularly refreshing and clear, without any vulgarity.
Bao Shan lowered her eyelashes, her eyes dimmed. "Mrs. Luo is Xiao Lang's ideal woman, I cannot do that."
The fingertips suddenly exerted force, and Baoshan let out a soft cry, the sound was dense and continuous.
"Why do you think so?"
Xiao Yujing's eyes were dim, as if he was asking about the treasure fan, or also asking himself.
Is Mrs. Luo the one he loves? Is that true?
Bao Shan said weakly, "I heard that Madam Luo was kind-hearted and good-hearted when she was young. She once helped Xiao Lang when he was in trouble.
With such a deep friendship, it is only natural that Xiao Lang has someone he loves."
But the bitterness in her eyes was clearly not as graceful as her words.
Xiao Yujing found it ironic. All he heard about Madam Luo were words of blame. He never thought that the only words of praise came from Baoshan, who had just been bullied by Madam Luo.
The fragrance of the daughter in the house was particularly pleasant, filling Xiao Yujing's nose.
No matter how pure and unselfish a man is, once he has been exposed to the beauty of a woman, he will yearn for that beauty day and night.
Xiao Yujing is no exception.
Baoshan is beautiful and completely dependent on him in bed. She is like the warm water in a hot spring pool, embracing everything and making people indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves, and feel very happy.
Xiao Yujing could be patient; he always had. Furthermore, as the scriptures say, "A little impatience can ruin a great plan." Patience was a quality a child from a humble background must cultivate.
But Baoshan had already turned around and threw herself into Xiao Yujing's arms. Her dress, piled up at her waist, was like a deep ravine, blocking the way between the two of them.
Xiao Yujing, who was good at endurance, suddenly felt confused. He rarely felt pure happiness.
Retiring from the imperial examination and accumulating wealth through business were merely his means of making a living, and could not be considered happiness.
Only the delicate woman in his arms had ever given him a moment of happiness.
Xiao Yujing's palm moved to the waist of the treasure fan.
Although he is a scholar, he is not weak and is good at both self-cultivation and temperament.
The sound of cloth tearing was an extremely pleasant sound to Xiao Yujing's ears.
Her dress was in disarray, and the small dress with two thin ties had already been thrown on the ground.
Xiao Yujing's noses touched the treasure fan's. The scent of the treasure fan filled the air within a short distance. He asked, "Are you willing?"
Bao Shan lowered her eyes slightly, but there was nowhere to hide. She could only stare into Xiao Yujing's obsidian eyes. As her lips moved, soft words came out: "I am willing."
It was as if a valve was opened, and a surge of heat rushed towards me.
Bao Shan's consciousness was floating in and out, and he vaguely remembered that although there was lingering affection, there was little affection poured into it. It was just a love affair between a man and a woman, each taking what they wanted.
Xiao Yujing knew that his happiness was superior to the soft body of a weak woman.
So his tone wasn't as cold as usual. He held Bao Shan's waist tightly with his hands and straightened his back. "What do you want?"
Baoshan's words had already broken into pieces.
"I... don't know... I want Xiao Lang... only Xiao Lang..."
Xiao Yujing's face flushed, and because she was bewitched by the emotions in her body, she did something that was out of her normal behavior.
But at this moment, his eyes were clear and he followed his usual habit: he valued his promises and did not make promises easily.
"What else?"
Bao Shan hugged his neck tightly, hiding all her emotions, and caressed the tip of Xiao Yujing's ear with her soft hands. Her whole body was immersed in the surging passion, and she shook her head when she heard it.
"I don't know...as long as Xiao Lang..."
Seeing that she was still indecisive, Xiao Yujing frowned and looked cold.
Under normal circumstances, Xiao Yujing's appearance would definitely scare Baoshan, making her feel uneasy and hurriedly wondering if she had done something wrong.
But at this time he and Baoshan were being honest with each other, and the two were deeply entangled, so how could Baoshan be afraid?
Seeing this, Xiao Yujing remembered Baoshan's words and said in a deep voice, "How about having a child?"
Under Xiao Yujing's powerful attack, Baoshan could no longer make out what he was talking about.
The entire body of the precious fan had turned into warm spring water, and could only tightly wrap around Xiao Yujing's body.
Baoshan felt that she had turned into sticky and sweet honey, sticking tightly to Xiao Yujing and refusing to let him leave.
"All...all listen to Xiao Lang..."
Baoshan's obedience made Xiao Yujing's brows relax a little. He had read many scriptures, the contents of which were complicated and diverse, covering everything.
It not only contains the meaning of scriptures, but also the private matters of love between men and women, and most importantly, it knows how to make a woman conceive.
It’s nothing more than doing more and doing it better.
This requires him to put in more effort, while Baoshan needs to take good care of himself.
Xiao Yujing's cool lips touched Baoshan's cheek. He wiped away all the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then covered her tender lips that had been sobbing. Only then were the two of them entangled together inside and out, unable to be separated easily.
The house was in a mess.
Xiao Yujing got off the bed. Baoshan was still sleeping. She had been subjected to too much force and was now exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Her slightly curled eyelashes drooped, her eyes were closed, and the soft palm of Baoshan was still tightly grasping the brocade quilt in front of her. She looked so well-behaved that people couldn't bear to leave.
Xiao Yujing was no ordinary man. Faced with such a beautiful, pitiful, and blessed beauty, he could harden his heart and put on his clothes. In a short while, he was dressed neatly and restored to his usual attire.
At this moment, Xiao Yujing had a cold expression on his face. No matter who it was, no one could believe that such a messy house was caused by him.
The gorgeous dress that Xiao Yujing had taken out of the wardrobe was still lying on the wooden chair. Xiao Yujing picked it up and placed it next to Bao Shan. As long as she opened her eyes, she would be able to see the change of clothes.
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