Chapter 67 Good heavens, His Highness has been corrupted by her!
These words struck Qian Yueshu like a thunderclap.
Oh my god!
Her prince has been corrupted by her!
How self-disciplined and respectful of propriety was Xiao Qingxuan in the past?
Now they're actually making such a bold request.
However, they used the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed.
She really wants to try it!
He noticed Qian Yueshu looking at him with seductive eyes.
Xiao Qingxuan knew that the little girl had agreed.
A barely perceptible smile curved his lips, a smile that reflected both his understanding of his prey's capture and his anticipation of the impending romance.
He gave her no more time to hesitate or back down.
The man's tall body suddenly leaned back, exuding an undeniable dominance, and lay down directly on the thick, snow-covered blanket.
The blanket, though thick, was white and soft, making his dark casual clothes appear even more profound, like the darkness enveloping a snowfield.
Almost at the same time he lay down.
Xiao Qingxuan's large, well-defined hand, already scorching hot, precisely covered his "long-awaited" proud curve.
Even through the thin fabric, the palm was still burning hot.
Qian Yueshu froze abruptly, a soft gasp catching in her throat.
She could clearly feel the outline of his palm, the calloused fingertips, and even the beating of his pulse.
It wasn't a slow and determined possession, but rather one with an air of appreciation...
Then the man lowered his voice, which became slightly hoarse with emotion: "I feel that things are a little more complete now."
"You're so annoying!" Qian Yueshu said in a coquettish tone, almost subconsciously.
The voice was soft and gentle, without any intimidation, but rather like some kind of encouragement.
His lips almost touched her earlobe, each word carrying a warm, moist breath that seeped into her ear canal, sending a ticklish sensation straight to her heart: "It's all thanks to my efforts."
Qian Yueshu raised an eyebrow.
The man said with an air of arrogance, "I didn't have such an alluring curve in my previous life, because I didn't massage you every day."
"Xiao Qingxuan, you're becoming more and more shameless!"
Xiao Qingxuan kissed her on the cheek: "I have even more shameless tricks up my sleeve!"
Qian Yueshu instinctively snuggled into the Crown Prince's arms.
He chuckled softly and reached out to grasp her slightly curled, slender hand.
Qian Yueshu's hands were cold, a stark contrast to the burning heat of his palms.
He guided the trembling hand and placed it firmly on the jade belt buckle at his waist, a symbol of status and authority, and said, "Unfasten it."
The man's voice carried an unyielding authority, mixed with a thick layer of lust.
She raised her misty eyes, a hint of reproach and panic in them, and glared at him: "Solve it yourself!"
Xiao Qingxuan said in an almost shameless tone, "I want you to solve it."
Even the high and mighty Crown Prince has such a... clingy side.
Just as her mind wavered, her fingertips frozen on the jade belt buckle, unsure of what to do...
Xiao Qingxuan's other hand had already begun another silent conquest.
His fingertips began to slowly trace the exquisite curves of her waist.
The movement was as gentle as the fluttering of a butterfly's wings, carrying an extreme patience and a hint of provocation.
"What?" Noticing the tension and slight trembling in her body, Xiao Qingxuan chuckled and mischievously breathed more warm air into her sensitive earlobe: "You're scared on your own turf?"
“Who’s afraid?” she retorted, not to be outdone. “I’m just afraid… afraid you won’t be able to let loose outside.”
"Can't I let go?" His lips almost touched her earlobe as he spoke, his voice deep and seductive. "Later, I'll serve you well. Let's see if you can let go then?"
Next.
With the sky and earth as his backdrop, on the boundless "bed" of the grassland, Xiao Qingxuan performed to the best of his ability...
I wonder how much time has passed?
Qian Yueshu let out a long, satisfied sigh, then collapsed completely onto the grass, as if all her bones had been removed.
Xiao Qingxuan lay on top of her, his heavy breathing lingering on her neck for a long time.
The strong, sweet, fishy smell lingered in the air, mingling with the fresh scent of grass and trees, creating a strange and enchanting atmosphere.
horizon.
A crescent moon had quietly risen, its gentle light bathing the two embracing figures, casting a hazy and sacred glow upon them.
The Qian family mansion.
There are three days left until Xie Jingxing's wedding.
Xie Jingxing paid a visit.
This time, he went directly to Qian Yueshu's study.
"The Marquis of Huaiyin is dead," he said bluntly, his gaze fixed sharply on Qian Yueshu.
Qian Yueshu calmly put down her pen and looked up to meet his gaze: "Young Master Xie is indeed a man of his word."
"Now, it's your turn to fulfill your promise. Make your cousin my concubine." Xie Jingxing's voice carried an unyielding force.
He emphasized the words "concubine" slightly.
This is the highest rank a concubine can attain, second only to the principal wife.
Given Qian Yueqiu's lowly status, the fact that she was able to obtain the position of a noble concubine was seen by outsiders as a great "favor" from Xie Jingxing and a result of the Qian family's upward mobility.
Upon hearing this, Qian Yueshu did not respond immediately.
She smiled gently: "I promised not to stop Yueqiu from becoming your concubine, but only if she agrees."
"Go ask him yourself!"
He had anticipated that Qian Yueshu would bargain, try to secure more benefits for Qian Yueqiu, and might even feign reluctance.
But what I didn't expect was that she would so readily relinquish the decision-making power, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.
A surge of anger, stemming from feeling mocked, began to rise.
He stared at Qian Yueshu, his gaze so dark it could drip water.
The air in the study seemed to freeze, with only the occasional rustling of falling leaves outside the window and the silent struggle between the two men.
final.
Xie Jingxing snorted coldly, turned around with a flick of his sleeve, and strode out of the study.
He also wanted to visit Qian Yueqiu's courtyard!
Half an hour later.
The heavy footsteps echoed again in the corridor outside the study, more hurried than before, and even carrying an indescribable... high spirits?
The door was pushed open again, and Xie Jingxing returned.
He still had that tall and aloof appearance, but the sinister look between his brows had disappeared, replaced by a look that was a mixture of satisfaction and a certain secret desire for conquest.
He didn't even speak immediately. Instead, he walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
Qian Yueshu was still working on her ledgers, as if the half-hour wait was nothing more than a blink of an eye for her.
She didn't look up, but simply asked, "How is it?"
Xie Jingxing turned around, looking intently at her, his tone filled with undisguised smugness, even a hint of boasting: "I've already asked her."
He paused, as if savoring something: "Your cousin agreed, and... she's very happy."
He deliberately emphasized the word "happy," as if he were stressing something.
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