Chapter 39 "It's been several years since I last saw you, Princess... "
A beautiful night, the bright moon shines over the courtyard.
The soft, gentle light streamed through the window, mingling with the lamplight and casting a soft glow on the bed curtains. Inside, all was still, save for the sounds of kissing and panting, rising and falling like waves.
Xie Zhuo leaned against Xue Mingyao, his hot breath brushing against her skin, causing a faint blush to appear.
Xue Mingyao kept her eyes closed and remained motionless.
Xie Zhuo raised his head, his voice deep and heavy, "Do you really have to do this?"
Xue Mingyao was used to being a vixen in bed, her sweet moans and soft hums were so delicate they could make your breath water. It would be harder than climbing to heaven for her not to make a sound, but at this moment she was going to be a mute.
Those dark eyes finally opened to him. Xue Mingyao fluttered her eyelashes and smiled provocatively, "Didn't you say you liked my body but not me as a person? Then why do you care about my reaction? Besides, back in Xichuan, didn't you often pretend to be dead in bed?"
Xie Zhuo laughed in anger, "You're even retaliating against me now, that's really unreasonable."
He stroked her thin silk undergarment and whispered in her ear, "Since we're talking about the past, you should know that pretending to be dead in bed is very tiring."
Xue Mingyao didn't hear the second half of what Xie Zhuo said, because her trousers suddenly loosened, and she involuntarily lifted half of her body, only to be pressed back down onto the pillow by Xie Zhuo.
Upon finding the place, Xie Zhuo paused, then lowered his head and said, "It seems you've been enduring a lot of hardship..."
Xue Mingyao glared at him and kicked him.
Xie Zhuo easily caught her leg, his hands moving non-stop, and he also returned Xue Mingyao's kick here.
Xue Mingyao finally couldn't help but cry out, then covered her mouth and glared at him fiercely, "Take your hand out."
"I can't get it out, it's stuck."
It got even worse.
Xue Mingyao felt both comfortable and uncomfortable, and pinched his arm angrily, "When did you become so talkative?"
Xie Qinglang used to be so reluctant to utter any crude words that he wished he could seal his mouth shut.
"It might be because you've been talking less."
Xie Zhuo looked down at her. Xue Mingyao's face turned bright red. Although she was still trying to hold back from crying out, she twisted her legs together, tightly clamping his hand and holding onto his arm.
Xie Zhuo, in a fit of kindness, scooped her up and made her hug his waist. Xue Mingyao resisted slightly, but then felt that having support was better than lying down and suffering, so she recklessly hugged him, buried her head in his chest, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Xie Zhuo paused for a moment.
Xue Mingyao relaxed a little and said in a muffled voice in his arms, "Can't you just do it properly? Why do you have to torture me like this?"
"If I remember correctly, you used to like this a lot."
Xue Mingyao was very spoiled in bed.
At first he refused, so she tried every means to seduce him, using tricks and drugs. Later, when things got serious, she often felt overwhelmed and asked him to use his hands.
He obeyed. Being forced into illicit relations with Xue Mingyao was already a great disgrace, and to indulge in pleasure during those relations was even more shameful and unspeakable. In comparison, simply serving her was more honest, though the inner pain was less, the physical torment was greater.
Thinking back to what happened back then, Xie Zhuo showed no mercy again.
Xue Mingyao couldn't take it and asked him to be gentler.
Xie Zhuo did not listen.
"This is what you like to do, Princess." He held her with his other hand to prevent her from escaping and whispered in her ear.
Xue Mingyao thought in a daze, how could the past and the present be the same?
In the past, she would hold Xie Qinglang and make merry, while he would blush and refuse to look at her. The more she cried out, the more ashamed and resentful he would look, which she found adorable.
He moves when she tells him to move, and stops when she tells him to stop; she has complete control.
And now...
It's the same thing, but the person in charge has changed.
His panic and shame vanished, replaced by glaring mockery.
Xue Mingyao felt a pang of sadness, her defenses crumbling completely. Because of the humiliation she felt, her spirits were exceptionally high, her face burning hot as if it were about to boil over.
Her fingernails dug into Xie Zhuo's waist, and she went limp in his arms. Xie Zhuo stroked the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, his palms tightening slightly as he held her firmly against his chest.
“That’s a good boy,” he said.
These words sounded familiar; they were clearly the words of satisfaction she had uttered after he had served her in the past.
Xie Zhuo took out his hand and waved it in front of her. "It's been a few years since I last saw you, Princess. You're even more adept at swimming than before."
Xue Mingyao was still flushed and her face was burning. After what had just happened, it seemed as if she had become inferior to him.
She was determined not to do that.
After calming down for a while, Xue Mingyao straightened her curled-up legs, leaned against him, and said lazily, "Who told General Xie to be so good at serving people? No wonder I trained him."
She glanced at him and smiled, "You'd rather suffer like this yourself than let me be happy. It's really touching."
Xie Zhuo remained silent for a moment.
Xue Mingyao didn't know what was wrong with her, and glanced at him again, her mouth feeling a little dry.
Although she had loved mingling with men since childhood, she had little interest in matters of the bedchamber. Her few encounters with Cen Zongjing after marriage didn't yield much enjoyment. The only reason she went to such lengths to bring Xie Qinglang to her residence was simply to see him constantly and to kiss and hug him.
Of course, she hadn't expected that Xie Qinglang, a handsome and refined scholar, would be so well-endowed. During their intimate moments, he would suddenly become arousing, startling her. Xue Mingyao teased him, saying that he pretended to be aloof and untouchable, but he was actually a lewd scoundrel, and a prime example of one.
Xie Qinglang's ears turned so red they looked like they could bleed, which amused Xue Mingyao even more. She said that most men would be proud of this, so why was he so shy? This angered her, and she snapped at her for using vulgar and offensive language.
"But you were enjoying eating my mouth just now." Xue Mingyao laughed and hugged the young scholar. "And you've grown up again, why won't you admit it? You just like using foul language."
She enjoyed teasing him more and more.
They teased each other for a while, and eventually ended up in bed together.
He became bolder and bolder, more and more lewd. Xue Mingyao, in a daze, tormented him and herself, and slowly began to savor the pleasure of it all.
It's like a fuse that ignites an untapped addiction, gradually burning brightly and drawing one in, making them endlessly curious and eager to explore.
That night of spring water and rain lingered in Xichuan for an entire year. Years later, it still occasionally moistened Xue Mingyao's dreams, and at this moment, many years later, it made her unable to resist longing for it.
Especially after the recent intimate encounter.
Xie Zhuo keenly noticed this, and when he met her lustful eyes, he asked, "Can't wait?"
Xue Mingyao didn't want to admit it.
"What do you mean you can't wait? I'm just pitying you," she scoffed.
"Oh, don't worry about it. You'll have to pity yourself later," Xie Zhuo said slowly.
His voice was slightly deep, with a hoarse quality as if it had been ground by sand, and it brushed against her ear with a warm, ticklish touch. Xue Mingyao's heart pounded even faster. Xie Zhuo's voice and his words were completely different from Xie Qinglang's in bed before, yet they clearly aroused her desire even more than before.
She longed to know how pitiful he could make her...
Xie Zhuo slowly laid her down on the pillow, then got up and got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" Xue Mingyao asked, clutching the bridal quilt tightly.
"Wash your hands." Xie Zhuo smiled faintly. "Don't rush."
Xue Mingyao pulled the blanket over her head, turned over, and ignored him. She silently regretted asking that question; she was already in a hurry, and now he noticed, making it seem like she was desperately trying to be with him.
This is not what it used to be.
The room fell silent again, so quiet that only the faint sound of the wedding candles burning could be heard. Xue Mingyao exhaled a breath of stale air and yawned.
After a while, they played a second one.
The washroom connects to the bedroom, and on the other side, a door connects it to a side room for the convenience of servants to bring hot water. Xie Zhuo slowly dipped a handkerchief in warm water to wash his hands, while Lüzhi whispered through the door whether he needed water brought in.
Xie Zhuo understood what she meant, thought for a moment, and asked her to deliver it in half an hour.
After washing his hands, he stayed in the bathroom for a while before going back. The more anxious Xue Mingyao became, the more he wanted her to wait.
He walked to the bedside, lifted the curtain, and found Xue Mingyao still huddled under the covers with her back to him.
He touched her, but Xue Mingyao didn't react. He touched her face and realized that she was fast asleep.
Xie Zhuo's expression darkened; he had completely forgotten that Xue Mingyao had a habit of excessive sleepiness. In the past, after they had finished making love in bed, she would often fall into a deep sleep before the servants brought her water.
After closing the wedding curtains, Xie Zhuo made up his mind in a moment. He lay down beside her and kissed her lips without hesitation.
On their wedding night, she shouldn't be allowed to sleep whenever she wants.
Xie Zhuo kissed her forcefully, almost like sucking and biting, and Xue Mingyao quickly responded, letting out soft moans, "Xie Qinglang..."
Xie Zhuo was taken aback. He moved slightly away from her lips. The person beside him still had her eyes closed and her brows slightly furrowed, but she did not seem to be awake.
He tentatively kissed her again, and Xue Mingyao let out a soft moan. Suddenly, she stretched out her slender white arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck, lifting her legs to lock them around his. Her rosy lips moved slightly under Xie Zhuo's eyelids, curving into a blurry smile, as if satisfied with the position, before remaining still.
Xie Zhuo was completely stunned by Xue Ming's long and even breathing.
This pose...
During the years that Xue Mingyao shared a bed with him, she was used to hugging him so forcefully, like a small animal guarding its food, with great strength, making it difficult to break free.
He was naturally displeased, but if he tried to break free, he would have to engage in a few rounds of punches and kicks with her. She was a voluptuous and fair-skinned beauty, with many parts of her body he dared not touch. In short, either he would be helpless and ultimately defeated, or she would giggle and scold him, "Xie Qinglang, you little lecher!"
The old saying, "Men shouldn't fight with women," has its origins.
He had no choice but to let it be, stiffening his body as he waited for her to fall asleep. Fortunately, Xue Mingyao fell asleep very quickly, drifting off to sleep in the blink of an eye. Her breathing slowed, and her strength relaxed, so he gently pulled himself out, tucked another pillow into her pocket, and got a good night's sleep.
As the past resurfaced, Xie Zhuo's heart was filled with surging emotions, and he felt quite at a loss.
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