Chapter 26 Chapter 26 "Turn around and kiss me."...
Inside the bedroom, the lights were bright, a warm yellow glow scattering everywhere. A vase sat motionless on the table at the head of the bed, the branches of flowers within gently swaying, the blooming petals teetering on the verge of falling, before finally dropping.
The green smoke from the incense burner curled up, carrying the crispness of cedar and the rich sweetness of roses, interweaving and mixing together, and in a moment, it filled the entire room.
Shuyun sat on his lap, her white and delicate arms filled with clothes, her slender white legs hanging from his legs, her embroidered shoes had fallen off, her feet hidden by her silk stockings. She couldn't reach the ground, and even if she wanted to find support, she couldn't, her feet dangling helplessly.
Shu Yun's face flushed red, her long, white fingers grasping the man's clothes on his shoulders, she leaned into his arms, feeling frustrated and annoyed, "I, I don't know how to do it."
Shu Yun was tortured by the love poison. She pressed herself against the firm muscles of her lower abdomen, hugged him tighter, and sobbed, begging, "Brother, help me."
He is the only one.
Xiao Ye held her slender waist, which was too thin to be held in one hand, and leaned his body back, with his waist and abdomen away from her. The corner of his robe was warm and wet, and her snow-white skin came into view.
He clicked his tongue and looked at the girl with tearful eyes, "How can I help?"
His edge was already exposed, and he only needed her to accept it. She was too pure, like a blank sheet of paper. In the past, he had always manipulated her, but it lacked a certain flavor. She had come to him, so naturally she had to bear the consequences herself.
Xiao Ye's fingertips slowly circled her waist, "Sister, tell me what you want. I'll help you."
Shu Yun lowered her head in confusion, her brows slightly furrowed, her red lips trembling. Xiao Ye felt a surge of heat as he watched, his breathing becoming heavier, his abdominal muscles rising and falling with each breath, and hot sweat flowing and sliding down between them.
"Brother," Shu Yun stood up slightly and rushed towards the retreating man. She wrapped her white arms around his neck and pecked his lips, "Come in."
Shuyun sat back and sat firmly on his thighs.
She frowned and shed tears in grievance, "No."
She didn't know, she didn't know, and looked at him sadly.
Xiao Ye held down her restless waist, pushed her forward, gently bit her ear, and whispered to her in a hoarse voice.
"Horse a horse?" Shu Yun frowned and shook her head weakly, "No."
Xiao Ye wrapped his arm around her slender white legs, held her knees, and taught her from the very beginning.
The jade pendant hanging in front of him was brought up to his snow-white back.
The candles burned brighter and brighter, and a hazy figure appeared beside the couch in the dim light. The snow-white clothes fell from her arms and piled up to cover her embroidered shoes.
The night wind blew, and Shuyun felt a little cold. Her body trembled and shrank. Xiao Ye groaned and held his waist tightly as he fell down.
Their lips and teeth connected, and the dense wet kisses almost drowned Shuyun. The man's breath filled her mouth. She had never ridden a horse before, and her memory was only of a man holding the reins, squeezing the horse's belly, and galloping across the vast sky and earth.
It was wide, but very bumpy. Shuyun's lips were blocked by him, and she gradually couldn't breathe. Under the action of the love poison, she felt satisfied and happy. She put her arms around his neck and pulled the man into her arms.
Shu Yun rested her head on his head, exhausted, and said weakly, "Kiss me."
When the tall nose brushed past, Shuyun shrank back and trembled slightly.
Xiao Ye's Adam's apple slid, and the hot and wet lips covered it, tasting its softness.
Xiao Ye picked her up and took small steps, stopping every few steps, which made the girl in his arms resentful. He lowered his head and gently pecked her panting lips.
The curtains fluttered and both of them fell into the bed.
The brocade quilts were piled up layer by layer, and his pillow and bedding were all stained with her scent.
The rain came suddenly, dripping down the thick rain chains, and the pots that didn't catch it were all wet.
The rain hits the banana leaves, making them hazy.
The candles in the room burned out one after another, and the half candle on the table was only a bean in size, with a faint glow.
Shu Yun gradually woke up, propped herself up from the man's arms, and while he was sleeping, she crawled to the end of the bed with her sore legs. As her weak hands just touched the curtains, the quilt rustled, and a strong arm reached out from behind and wrapped around her waist.
A strong force pulled her back, and Shuyun's back hit the man's chest. Xiao Ye rested his head on his shoulders and said in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
Xiao Ye put his arms around her waist. Shu Yun bit her lip and stammered, "I should go back."
Xiao Ye didn't let go. He held her tightly against his chest and fiddled with her lightly with his fingertips. Her breathing became rapid.
"The poison has not yet been cleared, where are you going back to, sister?"
Xiao Ye took out a wet hand, put it over her face, held her cheek, and kissed her lips.
Shuyun's mouth was almost broken by his kisses, her lips and tongue were numb, and she was unable to resist him. Silver threads were pulled out from the corners of her mouth, and his kiss came again.
Xiao Ye hugged her from behind. She was petite, and his broad arms covered most of her body. He kissed her for a long time without loosening his grip.
In the dim light, Xiao Ye freed one hand, touched the medicine bottle on the bedside, poured out a contraceptive pill, and swallowed it.
Xiao Ye picked her up and laid her down on the bed.
A piece of jade foot hooked on the gauze curtain. The man held the slender ankle and brought it back into the tent. He put his arm around her knees and wrapped it around his waist.
Shuyun's eyes were filled with tears and her moans were filled with tears. Xiao Ye held her soft and boneless hand and kissed it on his lips.
But it does not hinder the process.
Shuyun was drowsy, and her moans were blocked in her throat by him. His big hand gently played with her slender waist.
The night was quiet. The girl was breathing deeply, her eyelashes were wet, and her face was covered with tears. Xiao Ye picked her up and took her to the bathroom to wash.
When she came back, the maid had already changed the bedding.
Xiao Ye embraced Shu Yun and lay back in the tent. The faint candlelight shone into the tent. He was not sleepy and just looked at her peaceful sleeping face quietly.
Her palm was still holding the jade pendant.
The round bead on the top of the jade pendant was added by him recently. As for this old jade pendant, it is a token of her identity.
It's been almost seventeen years, and I'm back with her.
Xiao Ye kissed the top of her head, and with a little force on his arm around her slender waist, he pulled her closer to him.
Shu Yun mumbled in her sleep, sleeping somewhat uneasily in his arms, her little hands hugging him tightly. Xiao Ye lowered his head, not hearing her mumbling clearly, and gently stroked her snow-white back to comfort her.
Warm breath spread across his chest, and her hand slowly loosened and placed on his chest, her palm falling on the long scar.
When he was sixteen, the wound on his chest almost cost him his life.
That year, the battle was won, but Xiao Ye was seriously injured in the battle. If the arrow had missed by an inch, it would have hit his heart. When he was carried back to the military camp, he was covered in blood and unconscious.
Ten days after returning to Beijing from the battlefield, Xiao Ye woke up slowly. It was an evening after the rain. He opened his eyes and saw Shuyun and his sister Shuyi sitting beside the bed.
Wang Huilan killed his biological mother and her two children. Xiao Ye has always hated her. Here, she lowered her head and shed tears silently.
He's not even dead yet, and she's already here to mourn. Xiao Ye frowned. If he hadn't been injured and unable to move, he would have kicked her out of the house.
"Big brother is awake!" Xiao Shuyi was the first to notice that he had woken up. She jumped for joy and ran out to call a doctor.
Shu Yun was crying, wiping her tears. She was still a little afraid of him and said timidly, "Big brother, do you want to drink some water?"
Xiao Ye ignored her. Since joining the army, he rarely returned home. Even if he came back, he would not talk much to the spoiled little crybaby.
Shuyun poured a cup of warm water, which was the green lotus-petal cup he usually used. She stood in front of the bed, her petite figure.
He frowned and ignored her. Shu Yun stood there awkwardly, her eyelids drooping, the corners of her mouth slightly puckered, and she pitifully clenched the cup in her hand. She whispered, "Big brother, does your wound hurt? Yun'er will blow on it for you."
Xiao Ye's pale lips moved, and he said coldly, "Stay away from me."
When the imperial physician heard that Xiao Ye had woken up, he hurried into the room. Shuyun made room for him and stood in the corner with her head slightly lowered. Xiao Shuyi followed the imperial physician in and stood with Shuyun, watching the imperial physician take Xiao Ye's pulse for a follow-up examination.
Shuyun was eleven years old at that time, standing in the corner like a small girl. Her aggrieved and pitiful tearful face really upset Xiao Ye. He closed his eyes, and when he was unconscious, he dreamed of his mother. His mother looked like Shuyi. His grandmother also said that Shuyi was very like his mother.
Xiao Ye slowly opened his eyes and looked at Shuyi, but the childish little face beside her kept swaying in his sight.
It was a bit strange, as he felt Shuyun didn't look like Wang Huilan.
They don't look alike at all, they are two different faces, and don't look like mother and daughter.
For several days in a row, Shuyun secretly visited him outside the house. After being discovered, she left in a hurry, leaving two candies outside the house.
It was not until Xiao Ye saw the unfinished wooden eagle that he had treasured for eleven years that he suddenly remembered his old friend from that year.
Shuyun happened to be born during the time when the Shen family suffered a misfortune.
Xiao Ye sent his confidant to inquire about the matter. After many twists and turns, he found out that Wang Huilan had given birth prematurely and Shuyun was born in the wilderness.
After Xiao Ye recovered, he went to Duzhou and saw the Shen family of three in secret, and confirmed one thing.
Shuyun is not Wang Huilan's daughter. She should not have the surname Xiao and should not be stained with dirty blood.
When the Shen family suffered this disaster, the retribution of Marquis Anlu came.
As Shuyun is the sister of an old friend, Xiao Ye should take care of her.
He stopped being cold towards her and their relationship became better and better.
"I'm not your sister." Xiao Ye kissed Shu Yun on the forehead, and his fingertips gently stroked her eyebrows, her nose, and finally stopped at her soft lips.
Since she came of age, Xiao Ye gradually realized that he could not treat her as a sister, and despicable thoughts arose in his heart.
Not just a sister, but also a wife.
If that incident had not happened that year, she would be the daughter of the Shen family, loved by her parents and her brother, and she would often come to the Marquis' Mansion to play.
After a few meetings, he would ask a matchmaker to go to the Shen family to propose marriage after she came of age.
Xiao Ye hugged the sleeping girl tightly. The sweet fragrance of her breath lingered in his nostrils, and his every breath was filled with her scent.
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The next morning, Shuyun was awakened by the heat, and the strong scent of a man filled her nostrils.
Shuyun opened her eyes and saw the man's chest. The man's big hand was around her waist. His legs were across her legs, their knees touching, and they were sleeping in each other's arms in an extremely intimate posture.
Shuyun lost all desire to sleep. Her hands and feet suddenly felt cold, and her hair stood on end, as if she was in the snow and a cold wind was blowing.
The memories of last night came to Shuyun's mind, her cheeks flushed and her mood was extremely complicated.
After the love poison took effect, it seemed that she couldn't live without him.
Xiao Ye slowly opened his eyes, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, gently rubbing the smooth top of her hair. He put his arm around her slender shoulders and pressed her petite body against his chest, "Sleep a little longer."
There was a hint of hoarseness in the lazy voice as it passed by Shuyun's ears. Xiao Ye rested his chin on her snow-white shoulder, buried his head in her soft neck, and exuded a hot breath.
The man's hot and wet lips pressed against her neck. Shuyun's body stiffened and her slender fingers clenched the corner of the quilt.
"Please, please don't do this." Shuyun's voice trembled with a slight cry, "It will leave marks."
Shuyun knew clearly that her resistance was like throwing a stone into the sea, which would not cause any waves, so she could only endure him silently.
The sucking on the snow-white neck faded away, and a light touch of pink came into view. Xiao Ye rubbed the place where he had kissed her, and wiped away the water marks with his fingertips.
Suddenly, he felt a warm and wet feeling on his chest. The girl buried her head in his arms and cried silently. Xiao Ye lowered his head, held up her pitiful little face, and wiped away her tears.
She bit her lip, feeling a little sad, her almond eyes filled with tears, her face as delicate as a flower, looking pitiful.
Xiao Ye: "It was my sister who begged my brother last night."
The memory resurfaced in her mind. Shu Yun was embarrassed. She raised her hand to cover his lips and whispered, "Brother, don't say anymore."
Xiao Ye pecked the fingers between his lips, held the soft little hand, and put it back into the quilt.
Their breasts pressed against each other, and Shuyun felt embarrassed. She had no recollection of the first two times the love poison attacked her, but she had a vague memory of last night, and she was conscious after the first time.
After a long silence, Shu Yun said, "Brother, the love poison attacked me last night. I want to go to Kangle Square again and ask Doctor Wen to check my pulse."
Xiao Ye rubbed his waist with his fingertips, without saying a word, as if in deep thought, and nodded after a while.
Xiao Ye kept pestering her and stayed affectionate with her on the couch for a long time.
Shuyun whispered, "Brother, if you don't get up soon, go to pay your respects to grandma and it will be too late."
Xiao Ye rubbed her waist for a while, then patted her buttocks. "Get up. After paying your respects, your brother will be waiting for you in the car."
The big hand on her waist moved away, but Shuyun still felt the burning sensation. She pulled the quilt and shrank back. If she had not had to go to Shou'an Hall to pay her respects in the morning, he would not have let her go so easily.
The man lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. His waistline was smooth, his muscles were clearly defined, and there were a few ambiguous red scratches on his back.
Shuyun lowered her head and tightened the quilt around her body. She didn't know where her underwear was. The pajamas she was wearing were his, which were loose and spacious.
Xiao Ye brought her dress to the pillow, knowing that she was too proud to wear it, so he went to the outer room to dress.
The curtains fell down, and Shuyun picked up the dress beside the pillow and put it on casually.
Shu Yun got out of bed in her slippers, but her legs were sore and weak that she sat back on the bed. She didn't know what time it was and was worried that it would be too late to pay her respects at Shou'an Hall. She endured the discomfort, slowly stood up with the help of the bed frame, and hurriedly left his bedroom.
…
Shuyun came to pay her respects today a quarter of an hour later than usual, and when she arrived everyone in Shou'an Hall had already arrived.
The culprit, a man dressed neatly, sat dignifiedly in an armchair below, looking at her leisurely.
Xiao Shuzhen finally caught Shuyun's little braid and took the opportunity to make a big fuss, saying, "Sister Yun is really too proud. She made Grandmother wait and wait for me to pay my respects."
Shu Yun looked embarrassed. She had already thought about how to explain when she came. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Xiao Ye took over and said, "Sister Yun, it's my fault that you came late."
There was a hint of smile in the man's eyes. His gaze drifted over, slowly sweeping across her skirt and lingering on her snow-white neck. Shuyun felt nervous and uneasy.
"I accidentally bumped into my sister," Xiao Ye said, emphasizing the word "bumped" and speaking calmly, "and my sister's skirt got wet, forcing her to go back and change into a new one."
He looked at Shu Yun's dress leisurely, as if he could see her fair skin and the places he had bumped into through the covering dress.
"Since you are here, please sit down." Old Madam Cui stopped pulling her. Shuyun lowered her head and sat down at the back.
Everyone talked with the old lady in Shou'an Hall for a while and then left one after another.
At the corner of Shou'an Hall, Xiao Ye turned around, passed his eyes over his sisters, and looked at Shuyun meaningfully, as if reminding her.
Shuyun clenched her hands and closed her eyes. The man's back disappeared from her sight and walked away.
The girls in the mansion returned to their respective residences. Shuyun walked slowly due to discomfort between her legs. Xiao Shuyi came to her side and asked, "Sister Yun, would you like to sit in my courtyard?"
Shu Yun had an appointment with Xiao Ye, so she didn't dare keep him waiting. She shook her head and said, "I have something else to do today. I'll come and chat with Fourth Sister tomorrow."
Xiao Shuyi asked doubtfully, "Brother came late to pay his respects today, and Sister Yun was almost a quarter of an hour late as well."
Shu Yun felt guilty and looked away, "Brother might have been delayed by something."
Xiao Shuyi is not as naive as her peers. She is mature in mind. Her eyes move as she looks at Shuyun's neck.
Shu Yun felt guilty, her long fingers playing with her dark hair to hide the thickly powdered area on her neck. When she went back to dress, she discovered a kiss mark on her neck from him, which she had to cover with powder. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, she came to Shou'an Hall.
Shuyun said goodbye to Xiao Shuyi with a guilty conscience, hurried back to Hengwuyuan, and sat down in front of the dressing mirror in a hurry.
There is a hint of red on the neck, which is a little light and can only be seen after careful observation.
Shuyun hurriedly took out some powder and covered herself up again.
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The carriage stopped under the shade of a tree. Shuyun lifted the curtain and saw Xiao Ye was already waiting inside the carriage. She bowed and went in, sitting down opposite the man.
The carriage drove away steadily, and the hollow incense burner placed quietly on the small table. Green smoke rose up, carrying the sweet fragrance of goose pear.
Xiao Ye spread his legs, placed his hands between his knees, looked up at the girl opposite him, and said, "Why are you out so late?"
Shu Yun was embarrassed and whispered, "There are marks. I'll go back to the house and cover it up again."
Xiao Ye reached out, brushed aside a strand of hair, and caressed the powder on her neck with his fingertips. Shu Yun suddenly pressed his hand down, feeling extremely ashamed. She begged, "Brother, please give me some face."
The corners of her eyes gradually turned red, and Xiao Ye gave up. He patted the empty seat beside him and said calmly, "Come and sit down."
This carriage was not the one Xiao Ye usually rode in. The interior of the carriage was a bit narrow. When two people sat facing each other, the gap between them was only the size of a palm. However, if they sat on the same side, they would be closer.
Under Xiao Ye's gaze, Shu Yun had no choice but to bend over and move over. The man stretched out his long arm, put his arm around her waist, and brought her to his side.
They were so affectionate in broad daylight that Shuyun's heart almost jumped out of her throat. She hurriedly held his hand and said, "Fourth sister seems to have discovered something suspicious. Brother, be more careful in the mansion from now on. Don't be like this again."
Shuyi?
Xiao Ye lowered his eyes, staring at the powder on her snow-white neck beneath her black hair, and suddenly a lot of thoughts came to his mind.
The carriage drove into Kanglefang, Xiao Ye helped Shuyun get off and entered the villa.
The courtyard was quiet, and Shuyun did not see the figure of the mentally ill woman.
Shuyun didn't know if she could detect the love poison by looking at the pulse, but she still asked Wen Rong to take her pulse.
Shu Yun couldn't speak in front of Xiao Ye about this matter. She tugged at his sleeve and said, "Brother, I want to talk to Doctor Wen alone."
Xiao Ye lowered his eyes and looked at her pleading eyes, fulfilled her wish, and left the house.
Without the stranger, Shu Yun felt less restrained and whispered to Wen Rong, "Doctor Wen, the love poison struck again last night, but this time it was different from the past. I have some consciousness, and..."
Her face flushed, the tips of her ears burned slightly, and she stammered, "And she woke up during the night."
The first two times I woke up early in the morning. I don’t know how many times I’ve experienced that, but this time the symptoms seemed to have eased.
Shu Yun asked expectantly, "Will the situation improve in the future?"
Although Wen Rong couldn't bear to let her expectations go unfulfilled, she still said truthfully, "Once the love poison is planted, it can only be removed by someone who understands witchcraft. Love poison can only be removed, it cannot be alleviated."
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over her head. Shuyun felt lost and her mood suddenly became extremely bad.
There is no way to relieve the symptoms, I can only go to him every ten days to get rid of the poison.
…
Wen Rong hadn't seen Xiao Ye for a while. After taking Shu Yun's pulse, she informed Xiao Ye about the woman's recent condition. "Did the eldest master say anything to that woman? She's been acting strangely lately, constantly having nightmares. This shows signs of her memory recovering."
Xiao Ye looked at the depressed girl in the pavilion. He didn't say anything, but met someone.
"It seems this method worked. What did she dream about?"
Wen Rong: "She always dreams of being chased by soldiers and hiding from them with her child. After waking up, she searches everywhere, muttering, 'My jade pendant is gone. I lost it. I feel so ashamed of my wife.' The jade pendant still stimulates her memory."
Wen Rong said: "I just gave her acupuncture and she fell asleep."
Xiao Ye nodded and said calmly, "Take good care of him. Restoring his memory can be done slowly."
He wanted Shuyun to restore her identity at the right time.
It's too early now.
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Washing Lane.
The sun is scorching, the midsummer wind is hot, and the sharp chirping of cicadas is getting longer and longer.
The seven-wheel fan in the room kept turning, bringing a cool breeze. It was made by Liu Bo himself and was more exquisite and delicate than the ones sold in shops.
Shuyun guessed that Uncle Liu was a carpenter, and he probably didn't do carpentry work because his leg was injured and he couldn't use strength in his hands.
Beside the table, Shuyun followed Uncle Liu's instructions and used a thin wooden stick to poke out the white pith of the tongtu wood. In a short while, she had collected a small pile.
Uncle Liu waved his palm-leaf fan, sizing up the attentive and meticulous girl, and asked, "Girl, you are the adopted daughter of Marquis Anlu. Who are your parents? Why were you adopted by Marquis Anlu?"
Shuyun stopped what she was doing and said, "My parents were farmers in Tianjiatun. My father's surname was Tian, and my mother was an embroiderer in town. They are both gone now."
Shu Yun felt guilty and said, "When Miss Xiao San was born, my mother secretly switched us on a rainy night."
Uncle Liu fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, squinting his eyes. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious. He was in a good mood. He slapped his thigh and laughed, "Serves you right! This is the retribution for the Marquis of Anlu!"
Looking at Shu Yun, who had a complicated expression, Liu Bo said, "Don't think I'm being harsh. He's your adoptive father, so naturally he's the best in every way, a hero who won battles. But in my opinion, he deserves it! He's selfish and hypocritical!"
Uncle Liu: "Girl, do you know how many innocent craftsmen died when the Tongtian Tower collapsed, and how many families were torn apart?"
Shuyun's heart suddenly trembled, and she was surrounded by an ominous premonition.
Is it because of Dad?
"If you talk too much, I'll get angry. Let's not talk about it. You continue to peel the pith and heart, and I'll prepare the soaking water."
After Uncle Liu finished speaking, he limped out of the house with his crutches.
Shuyun slowly frowned. In her impression, her father was serious and strict, with a cold temperament, but he always doted on her.
Perhaps there was some misunderstanding between Uncle Liu and my father.
The sun was setting in the west, and the vast expanse of gorgeous sunset glow illuminated the horizon like golden fire.
When Shuyun came out of Liu Bo's house, she saw Xiao Ye appear in the alley. The man walked towards her. The setting sun made his shadow look tall, his face hidden in the light and shadow, and there was no warmth in his eyes.
He gradually approached with a stern look on his face. Shuyun felt uneasy and worried that he would know her true intention of learning about the art of making tongcaohua.
Shu Yun went over and asked with a smile, "Brother, why are you here?"
"Just now at the alley entrance, brother met Liang Meng. My sister's crush has come again."
Xiao Ye spoke slowly, but there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes. Shu Yun's scalp tingled. The man approached step by step, and his tall figure loomed over her, like an impenetrable wall in the alley, pressing her to the point where she felt a little breathless.
Xiao Ye said in a deep voice: "Let's go home with brother."
He was still easy to talk to at the moment. Shuyun followed him and walked towards the carriage parked at the entrance of the alley. The two of them entered the carriage one after the other.
Xiao Ye patted the empty seat beside him and said, "Come and sit here."
Shu Yun had no choice but to sit next to him.
The coachman drove the carriage and it moved slowly.
A corner of the curtain was blown up by the wind, and then slowly fell down. People were hurrying on the street.
Shu Yun felt very uncomfortable sitting next to Xiao Ye, following the direction of the carriage. The man was behind her, tapping his fingers on his knees intermittently, as if he was counting.
He stared at her profile without saying a word. Shuyun became more and more uneasy and stared at the curtains in front of her.
A gust of wind blew and lifted the curtains. In just a moment, Shuyun caught a glimpse of Liang Meng on the street.
Xiao Ye naturally saw it as well. The curtain was closed on the window, isolating the carriage from the outside world.
"Turn around and kiss me."
The man's low and mellow voice brushed past her ears, carrying a sense of command. Shuyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her head buzzed.
Shu Yun was reluctant and did not move for a long time. The breath beside her became heavier and heavier, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. The coldness spread throughout her body. The man's arm was already on her waist.
Shu Yun had no way to resist, so she turned around slowly, and after a moment of stalemate, she reached out her hand and placed it on his broad shoulders.
When she raised her lips to him, Shuyun closed her eyes and tremblingly kissed the man on the lips.
The dragonfly-like kiss left, and the man's lips suddenly caught up with hers, kissing her lips. He grasped her hand on her shoulder with his big hand, raised his arm, put his arm around her waist, and lifted her up to sit on his lap.
Inside the carriage, Xiao Ye took the initiative and deepened the kiss.
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