night party
As winter sets in, darkness falls early. The night wind blows, and the last remaining yellow leaves on the branches flutter in the breeze, their rustling adding to the desolate atmosphere of the night.
Under the dim moonlight, a dark figure could be vaguely seen running wildly across the rooftops.
The shadowy figure was tall yet agile. He glided across the rooftops, skillfully avoiding all the maids and servants, and silently jumped off the roof, finally stopping at the door of a room lit by candlelight.
In her previous life, Fu Zhiqiao lived in a luxurious villa or apartment with a large, spacious bedroom. As a result, she always had the habit of sleeping with a nightlight on, and she maintained this habit after arriving in Da Wei.
Since the Great Wei Dynasty had no nightlights, they had to use candles instead.
Xie Zhuo was already quite familiar with entering and leaving Fu Zhi Qiao's room. The light from a single candle was very dim, so he lit two candles next to the screen, which finally brightened the room a bit.
Xie Zhuo stared intently at the person sleeping peacefully in bed.
Fu Zhi Qiao was sleeping very properly, with a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth as if she was having a sweet dream. Her obedient appearance made Xie Zhuo reluctant to wake her up.
Since his engagement with Yu Yadan was called off, he stopped restraining himself and started seeing Fu Zhi Qiao almost every day or two. However, after Yu Rou Lan returned to the capital, he and Fu Zhi Qiao hardly saw each other anymore.
If he did the math, it was only three days ago that he last met Fu Zhi Qiao.
Fu Zhi Qiao stayed at the mansion with Yu Rou Lan, thinking that Xie Zhuo wouldn't come, so she went to bed early.
Looking at Fu Zhi Qiao's peaceful sleeping face, Xie Zhuo felt his heart melting. He walked over quietly, and the closer he got, the more he could smell her scent.
The warm fragrance is intoxicating; how can one not be captivated?
Fu Zhi Qiao wasn't a heavy sleeper. As she turned over, she was startled by the brighter candlelight. The sudden brightness made her squint instinctively. After a moment, her eyes adjusted to the light, and she asked, "Why did you come here?"
Her voice was hoarse from just waking up, and her words were a little unclear. Her fair face was flushed with a faint blush, which she had gotten from sleeping on the pillow.
A smile flashed in Xie Zhuo's eyes. He sat down on the edge of the bed, took a pillow from the side and placed it behind Fu Zhi Qiao's waist so that she could comfortably lean against the headboard.
"I miss you." Xie Zhuo's expression was very serious.
I thought of you, so I came.
"We haven't seen each other for three days." Xie Zhuo's voice was low and pitiful, like a wronged little wife.
Fu Zhiqiao's gentle gaze fell on his clothes.
Xie Zhuo wore a black outer robe, the dim candlelight casting a golden halo on his clothes. Half of his face was hidden in the darkness, the halo highlighting his sharp features and adding a touch of wickedness to his already handsome face.
Fu Zhi Qiao sensed that Xie Zhuo was being affectionate with her. She smiled helplessly yet indulgently and unconsciously softened her voice, "So how do you want me to make it up to you?"
The voice, still slightly trembling from just waking up, was soft.
They were very close, and her warm breath sprayed onto his face as she spoke.
Hot and crispy.
Xie Zhuo raised his head, his gaze sweeping across her face. Fu Zhi Qiao blinked, her eyelashes fluttering like small fans, her eyes shimmering slightly in the dim light.
She had just woken up, wearing a thin nightgown, her dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders and back, exuding a lazy yet alluring aura.
Her eyes were misty, appearing hazy and unreal in the candlelight, a beauty that was breathtaking.
Xie Zhuo was speechless for a moment.
Meeting Fu Zhi Qiao's gaze, Xie Zhuo saw his own reflection flicker like candlelight in her dark pupils. Her eyes only held him, and this realization warmed Xie Zhuo's heart.
My gaze drifted down to her small, full lips, red and plump, so alluring, making me want to fondle them at will...
He always longed for more intimate contact with her.
Noticing his heavier breathing, Fu Zhi Qiao's expression became subtle. Then she raised an eyebrow, her eyes flashing with a bright, undisguised smile.
Xie Zhuo gave her wrist a light pinch, as if to warn her or to flirt.
He knew that Fu Zhi Qiao always wore a string of Buddhist prayer beads on her wrist. The beads were not very long, and they fit her wrist perfectly when wrapped twice.
The round Buddhist prayer beads made her wrists appear very slender. Now that the beads were no longer covering them, Xie Zhuo realized that Fu Zhi Qiao's wrists were only two fingers wide.
Fu Zhi Qiao had told him that the Buddhist prayer beads were a gift from a high-ranking monk, and that she only took them off when bathing and going to bed, otherwise she never took them off. Xie Zhuo suddenly felt a pang of jealousy; he was actually a little jealous of the prayer beads, which she always wore on her wrist, inseparable from them.
Xie Zhuo gently stroked her wrist a few times with his fingertips, the movement carrying a hint of probing. The delicate and warm skin made him momentarily lose his focus, every inch of skin under his palm seemed to have endless attraction, drawing his hand deeper into the skin.
His heart felt as if it had been gently brushed by a feather, bringing waves of tingling sensation, and a surge of intense heat suddenly welled up within Xie Zhuo's body.
His body temperature kept rising, and the raging fire made him feel like his body was about to explode.
At that moment, only two words were in his mind—kiss her.
Without hesitation, her soft lips pressed against his.
The moment he tasted it, he wanted to absorb more. Xie Zhuo followed his instincts and stole Fu Zhi Qiao's breath. The soft, sweet, and delicate lips made his whole body tremble.
She's so soft and sweet.
Xie Zhuo's heart was pounding. He gently cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.
The kisses came quickly and frequently, his lips covered by warmth. Fu Zhi Qiao unconsciously hooked her arms around the back of his neck, her lips slightly parted.
Xie Zhuo noticed her cooperation, his whole body trembled, and his movements became even more urgent, like a hungry beast that had finally hunted its prey and completely took it over.
A tingling, comfortable sensation spread throughout her body, and Fu Zhiqiao's vision went completely white, feeling as if the air in her chest was being sucked away.
However, the more she pushed him, the tighter he held her, and Fu Zhi Qiao felt as if his grip on her waist was about to break.
"Hmm..."
After a while, Fu Zhi Qiao couldn't hold on any longer and patted his chest to indicate that she couldn't breathe.
Xie Zhuo then stopped, still feeling unsatisfied.
Stopping didn't mean letting go; Xie Zhuo still held her full lower lip in his mouth, carefully licking it, unwilling to let go.
Fu Zhi Qiao blushed, tilted her head back to avoid his touch, and took deep breaths of fresh air.
Xie Zhuo was clearly dissatisfied with her actions. He held her head in place with both hands to prevent her from moving away, and then pecked her on the lips twice before letting go.
Strong yet gentle.
Fu Zhiqiao was speechless at his action.
Xie Zhuo's gaze lingered on her lips for a long time, swollen and delicate, like petals ravaged by a storm. Her misty eyes held a hint of water, both innocent and alluring...
Her pitiful appearance is truly endearing.
Xie Zhuo's heart stirred slightly. He kissed the corner of her eye tenderly, his thumb stroking her delicate cheek, before covering her eyes. "Don't look at me..."
Upon hearing this, Fu Zhiqiao pulled down the hand that was covering her eyes, glared at him, and adjusted the collar that had been pulled open.
Xie Zhuo was reluctant to let her go. He reached out and gently brushed her hair, which had just fallen to her chest, back behind her. The soft strands of hair fell into his palm, carrying a faint, rich fragrance. The next second, he pressed her forcefully into his chest, burying his head in her neck and kissing the back of her neck repeatedly, wanting to imbue her with his scent.
The hot breath sprayed on her neck, and Fu Zhi Qiao couldn't help but tremble. A layer of fine goosebumps rose on her skin. She shrank her neck and tried to hide under the covers.
But Xie Zhuo wouldn't let her go; he stretched out his long arm and pulled her back.
He held her waist tightly with one hand to prevent her from escaping, while gently stroking her back with the other hand.
Xie Zhuo's body temperature was very high. His palms supported Fu Zhi Qiao's back, and the heat from his palms penetrated through the thin nightgown, as if they were about to burn her.
Fu Zhi Qiao sensed his intention and refused, "No."
Xie Zhuo didn't speak, but lowered his head again and kissed her lips gently, completely different from the fierce grab just now. This kiss turned into a slow and leisurely savoring.
Fu Zhi Qiao wanted to avoid him, but she was also reluctant to leave. She could feel Xie Zhuo's body tense, the strength of his embrace, and the warmth of his chest.
In the end, she did not run away.
His warm, moist tongue gently rubbed against her lips, lightly licking the corners of her lips before sucking on her rosy cheeks.
Time flies by.
After a long while, Xie Zhuo released her, his eyes brimming with undisguised joy.
Fu Zhi Qiao's face was flushed, and she leaned limply on his shoulder, panting.
Xie Zhuo was so aroused that he leaned down and rubbed his lips against hers for a while before letting go.
Suppressing a smile, Xie Zhuo looked down at the person in his arms and saw his mark on her lips. Satisfied, he looked away.
He buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I really want to marry you as soon as possible."
Fu Zhiqiao's breathing had calmed down, and she let out a soft hum to express her dissatisfaction.
Xie Zhuo chuckled softly, casually stroking her hair.
Xie Zhuo was very warm, and being held in his arms felt like hugging a small stove, so Fu Zhi Qiao was in no hurry to break free from his embrace.
The two embraced quietly, neither of them saying a word.
Xie Zhuo suddenly recalled the scene at the entrance of the Fu residence a few days ago. That day, he picked up Fu Zhi Qiao from Taibai Tower and took her home. As soon as she got off the carriage, she attracted everyone's attention. Several young men on the road kept glancing at her.
A strange sense of displeasure welled up inside me.
“I don’t like the way they look at you.” His voice was muffled.
"Who?" Fu Zhiqiao was completely confused.
Xie Zhuo didn't elaborate, but instead clenched Fu Zhi Qiao's hand in his own palm, his eyes filled with a strong sense of possessiveness.
Xie Zhuo's jealousy came out of nowhere.
Fu Zhiqiao asked teasingly, "What are you jealous of this time?"
Fu Zhiqiao felt a bit wronged. She had spent the last few days with Yu Roulan and hadn't left the house or met any outsiders. So, where did Xie Zhuo's jealousy come from?
"Go to sleep. I'll leave once you're asleep." With a beauty in his arms, Xie Zhuo suppressed his jealousy and changed the subject.
As night deepened and drowsiness overcame her, Fu Zhiqiao's consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.
Xie Zhuo covered her with a blanket, gently kissed her forehead, and then turned to leave.
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