Shen Zhiyi's face was flushed.
Remembering that he had indeed promised him and that he owed him a favor, he nodded.
"How do you want me to pay you back, Your Highness?"
Yan Zhuoxu pinched her face and asked, "Why are you still calling me Your Highness?"
He recalled the ways wives in common folk addressed their husbands, which sounded more intimate than the cold "Your Highness".
Then he said, "Call your husband and let him listen."
Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes, and her beautiful face, illuminated by the candlelight and the red curtain, looked even more rosy and lovely.
"Husband..." she called softly.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes darkened.
The big palm held her up and said, "Be good."
"My husband will take you to drink the wedding wine."
He strode to the table and sat down, gently placed her on his lap, picked up the wine glass on the table and handed it to her.
"Promise, never leave."
He looked at her commandingly.
There was a cautious hope in his eyes.
Shen Zhiyi took the wine glass, hooked her arm around his, met his deep and dark eyes, and said softly:
"My husband and I will never be apart."
"Once we have made this agreement, we must abide by it even if it means death." Yan Zhuoxu repeated stubbornly.
After Shen Zhiyi nodded, he finally relaxed.
His eyes were gentle as he brushed across her eyebrows. He used his arms to hold her and drank the wine in one gulp.
Shen Zhiyi put down his wine glass.
Just like that, sitting on his lap, he forced me to take off his wedding clothes...
The red candle flickers, and the soft quilt waves.
He covered her more gently than the night.
The medicinal bath treatment was not yet completely over, but there was a more perspiration-inducing method that could slowly heal her body.
Yan Zhuoxu was concerned about her body and restrained his movements.
Slow and soft.
Shen Zhiyi found it even more unbearable.
She turned her head, her ears reddened, staring at the flickering candlelight on the wall, and whispered, "I, I'm actually... fine now..."
Yan Zhuoxu paused.
The Adam's apple rolled heavily.
He leaned over, turned her face, and said with a hoarse breath, "What did you say, Qingqing?"
Shen Zhiyi was covered in a pale pink.
The voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I, I mean..."
"You don't have to endure it so hard."
Yan Zhuoxu's breathing paused for a moment.
His eyes instantly became as thick as ink, and he inserted his ten fingers into hers, clasping her arms on the soft quilt.
"Then Qingqing... will bear it."
He could no longer hold back.
Release your overwhelming desire directly and arrogantly.
Shen Zhiyi regretted it after a while.
But his fingertips were pressed down, and the sound of protest was silenced by his hot kiss.
Yan Zhuoxu's muscles were bulging and he was filled with anger.
But melted in her tenderness.
He looked at his face clearly in her moist eyes.
A burning face filled with endless greed and desire.
He brought out his most secret addictions and desires, and poured them out on her.
I can't control my consciousness either.
For him.
Everything in this world, except her, can be thrown away.
Love and desire are obsessive and penetrate into the bones and eat away at the heart.
She satisfied his addiction, but turned herself into the obsession and greed in his heart that he could never give up.
A roar rolled out of Yan Zhuoxu's throat.
Hot sweat slid down his chest and abdominal muscles. He picked her up and planted countless delicate kisses on her ears.
"My dear, it's time to repay your kindness."
Shen Zhiyi was still in a trance, his head was blank. He had just heard his words and before he could react, he turned over.
"Husband..."
She cried out in pain.
"Don't be afraid." Yan Zhuoxu held her waist, took the brush and ink from the low table beside him, and sighed maliciously, "Qingqing, you have learned my calligraphy, but you have grasped the essence of it."
"Today, I will teach you step by step."
The words fell.
The tip of the brush dipped in ink touched the back of the person he was thinking about.
That is the finest rice paper on the market.
Soft as satin, snow-white and smooth.
Shen Zhiyi screamed.
But he covered his lips.
"Shh..." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Qingqing, please concentrate."
"If I only focus on wailing, how can I feel the turning point of the pen?"
"Your calligraphy lacks this momentum."
He pressed his index finger against her lips and said, "Now, can we start learning?"
Shen Zhiyi was so embarrassed that her whole body was shaking.
She closed her eyes and nodded slightly.
As darkness fell before my eyes, my sense of touch became more acute.
Her face flushed as she realized he was writing the same "Sutra of Forty Chapters" that she had copied before...
The brushstrokes are free and unrestrained.
The colors of ink and snow mixed together, and were blurred by sweat, winding along with desire.
He was like a paperweight holding her down, preventing her from moving.
Yan Zhuoxu spread the ink marks over and over again, writing again without getting tired of it.
The night is long and undisturbed.
It was enough for them to copy all night and complete this teaching...
*
When Shen Zhiyi woke up, her whole body ached.
She thought with a blushing face.
As expected, I practiced too hard last night...
Yan Zhuoxu disappeared.
Chen Bi came in with water and came over to greet her with a smile.
"This servant greets the Crown Princess."
Shen Zhiyi blushed slightly, "What time is it now?"
"Where is His Highness?"
She looked out the window and it seemed that the sun was already high in the sky.
He struggled to get up.
"No, I have to serve tea to His Majesty and the Queen."
"Don't worry, Crown Princess." Chen Bi smiled and helped her up. "His Highness asked for permission yesterday to allow you to rest for a few more hours. There's no need to rush."
"Your Highness has come to see the Emperor early this morning. When he left this morning, he instructed this servant to take good care of you."
"Wait for him to come, and then I'll take you a little further to offer tea."
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