Chapter 194
As the sun began to set, Su Zhelan's eyelashes trembled, as if awakened by the warmth, and she slowly opened her eyes. A lingering sleepiness and a faint weariness still clung to her eyes, which shimmered with moisture, making the lingering redness at the corners of her eyes all the more endearing.
He subconsciously tried to stretch his body, and as soon as he moved, a tingling and numb sensation spread from his limbs and bones, especially his waist and a certain indescribable place, where a clear and deep soreness came, instantly reminding him of the absurdity and intensity of last night.
She hissed softly, her delicate brows furrowing immediately, revealing a hint of unaware grievance.
Almost simultaneously, Sheng Xuan, who was guarding behind the screen, seemed to have a telepathic connection and immediately tiptoed in. When he saw Su Zhelan with her eyes open, he was stunned for a moment, then a bright and slightly silly smile quickly bloomed on his face. He took three steps in two and strode to the bedside, squatted down, and looked Su Zhelan in the eye, his eyes sparkling.
"You're awake?" His voice was low, as if afraid of disturbing him, his tone filled with undisguised joy and caution. "Are you... feeling unwell? Are you thirsty? Let me get you a glass of water?"
Su Zhelan didn't answer immediately. She just glanced at him lazily with her sleepy eyes, then opened her mouth slightly and let out a very soft breath, as if she was tacitly agreeing.
Sheng Xuan immediately understood and quickly helped him sit up, carefully placing a soft pillow behind his back. Then she turned to pour water, tested the temperature, and brought it to his lips.
Su Zhelan sipped warm water from his hand, appearing completely dependent and attentive. Sheng Xuan's heart melted at the sight of him, mixed with guilt for his actions the previous night, and he served him even more diligently.
Watching Su Zhelan finish his water, Sheng Xuan's gaze fell on his slightly tired brows and furrowed collar. He turned and wrung out a soft cotton handkerchief from the warm water, gently placing it on Su Zhelan's cheek; the warm moisture dispelled the last trace of sleepiness. Then, he took Su Zhelan's hand and carefully wiped each finger one by one.
Then, he picked up the simple, elegant clothes that had been prepared beforehand. Carefully lifting Su Zhelan's arm, he gently slipped the sleeves on, avoiding pulling too much on his aching body. As he tightened the belt, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against Su Zhelan's waist, feeling a slight tremor and a barely audible gasp from him. Sheng Xuan's movements immediately became even more cautious.
With everything settled, Su Zhelan lazily lifted her eyelids, her gaze falling on the balcony outside the window, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. Her voice, husky and soft afterward, said, "The sunlight there... looks warm."
"Wait, almost there!" Sheng Xuan responded and moved quickly, almost running to place a recliner covered with thick cushions in the sunniest corner, adjusting the angle so that the slanting sunlight could just cover his whole body. He returned to the bedside, not to help him up directly, but to extend his arm and say softly, "Come on, slow down, lean on me."
Su Zhelan naturally reached out and placed her hand on his strong arm, using the support to slowly stand up, leaning most of her weight on him.
Sheng Xuan steadily half-supported and half-carried Su Zhelan, escorting him to the balcony with extremely slow steps, watching him slowly stretch out his body, which had been curled up all day, in the recliner.
As soon as he lay down, a soft yet warm fleece blanket was placed over him, carefully tucking every corner in. Then, Sheng Xuan brought over a small stool and sat down next to Su Zhelan. He rubbed his palms together to warm them and then placed them on Su Zhelan's calves, gently kneading the tense muscles to help him relax completely. Only then did he begin to gently pound on his legs with just the right amount of pressure.
Su Zhelan completely relaxed, the warm sunlight soothing his skin, the perfect massage dispelling the soreness in his limbs. He sighed contentedly, closed his eyelids, and unconsciously raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if he were completely immersed in this languid tranquility, leaving behind the storm of the previous night.
Just as Su Zhelan was fully enjoying the languid tranquility enveloped by the sunshine and gentle caresses, a soft sound of a door being pushed open broke the silence.
Xiao Qiyun returned, carrying a small basket of freshly washed fruit, water droplets still rolling on the plump peels. He immediately spotted Su Zhelan lying in the sunlight, wrapped in a blanket, being attentively served by Sheng Xuan. Xiao Qiyun walked even lighter, without making a sound, straight to the low table next to the recliner, and gently placed the fruit basket down.
His gaze fell on Su Zhelan. At this moment, Su Zhelan's eyes were closed, her face serene, slightly flushed from the warmth and comfort, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes, her lips unconsciously slightly parted, appearing completely defenseless and at his mercy. This unreserved trust and the docileness born of exhaustion gently touched Xiao Qiyun's heart.
Xiao Qiyun silently curled the corners of his lips and picked up a deep purple, round, and plump grape from the basket. His slender fingers deftly peeled off the skin, revealing the crystal-clear flesh.
He leaned down, brought his voice close to Su Zhelan's ear, and whispered, his voice low and gentle, with a hint of coaxing: "Open your mouth."
Su Zhelan didn't even bother to open his eyes, only obediently and subconsciously opening his mouth slightly and making a muffled sound. Xiao Qiyun carefully put the cool grape into his mouth.
Su Zhelan tasted the sweet juice on her tongue, took a satisfied sip, her Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and swallowed the fruit.
Xiao Qiyun's gaze fell on Su Zhelan's slightly parted lips, which still had a hint of moisture and gloss, and his eyes subtly deepened. He bent down and carefully selected the plumpest and roundest purple grape from the basket, gently picking it up with his fingertips and slowly peeling off the glistening flesh.
He didn't rush to put it into Su Zhelan's mouth, but instead slowly kneaded the slightly cool grape with his fingertips, feeling the juice filling the thin skin, as if he was warming it up, or silently prolonging this subtle anticipation.
Next, he carefully pinched a small hole in the fruit peel with his fingernail, and then, extremely slowly and almost ritualistically, peeled away the deep purple outer skin little by little, revealing the crystal-clear, seemingly trembling flesh inside, his fingertips stained with a slightly sticky, sweet taste.
He leaned down again, getting very close, his warm breath brushing against Su Zhelan's ear and cheek, his voice lower and more seductive: "Open your mouth."
Su Zhelan remained so lazy that she didn't even lift her eyelids, seemingly completely immersed in the relaxation brought by the sunlight and massage. She simply followed her instincts and previous instructions, obediently opening her mouth slightly to reveal a bit of her white teeth and soft tongue.
A glint of triumph, almost indulgent, flashed in Xiao Qiyun's eyes. Instead of using his hand to feed the grape, he lowered his head and gently picked up the cool, smooth flesh with his warm lips.
The next moment, he precisely covered Su Zhelan's slightly parted lips.
The moment their lips touched, Sheng Xuan, who was intently massaging Su Zhelan's legs, abruptly stopped. His ingratiating and eager smile froze on his face, and his gaze instantly darkened as he stared intently at the two intertwined lips. His hand, which was gripping Su Zhelan's calf, unconsciously tightened its hold.
"Ugh...!" The sudden pain in her leg startled Su Zhelan awake from her daze. She frowned and let out a muffled groan of pain, instinctively trying to pull her leg back.
The painful groan made Xiao Qiyun, who was engrossed in the moment, pause slightly and move a little distance away.
Sheng Xuan immediately realized his lapse in composure and quickly relaxed his grip, reverting to a gentle massage. However, his expression remained unpleasant, his lips tightly pursed, and his gaze, like a small hook, pierced Xiao Qiyun. He let out a very low, almost inaudible groan filled with deep displeasure.
He deliberately exaggerated the massage movements, his fingers "inadvertently" brushing across Su Zhelan's most sensitive area on his waist, trying to draw his attention back to himself.
Xiao Qiyun didn't rush into anything. Instead, he first caressed Su Zhelan's lips with his own, as if testing her, or perhaps soothing her. Then, he gently pried open her defenseless teeth, his tongue carrying the cool, smooth grape as it slowly entered Su Zhelan's warm mouth.
Xiao Qiyun naturally didn't miss Sheng Xuan's undercurrent of reaction. Instead of restraining himself, he stepped back and, seemingly unintentionally and in an extremely ambiguous manner, licked Su Zhelan's lower lip, taking away the moisture, before slowly straightening up.
He met Sheng Xuan's almost fiery gaze, but a provocative, lazy smile curved his lips. He even slowly wiped his lips with his fingertip, as if savoring the sweetness from just now.
He swallowed the lingering taste of the grape along with Sheng Xuan's anger before speaking lazily, his voice carrying a hint of satisfaction and deliberate boasting: "What's the rush?" His gaze swept over Sheng Xuan's tense face, then fell back on Su Zhelan's flushed cheeks, "...It's very sweet, so it should be savored properly, shouldn't it?"
When Su Zhelan regained consciousness and saw Xiao Qiyun's lazy, smiling face, the images of how he had relentlessly and endlessly tormented her the previous night, driving her to tears and begging for mercy, instantly flooded her mind. The unspeakable soreness and pain in her waist and legs only fueled her anger. A surge of shame and indignation welled up inside her.
Just as Xiao Qiyun was about to step back a little, Su Zhelan suddenly raised her weak and powerless hand. Instead of welcoming him, she slapped him hard across the cheek with great anger! Unfortunately, his whole body was weak, and this all-out blow had little force. Instead, it was more like a soft push or a coquettish act of being embarrassed and angry.
"Get out of my way!" Su Zhelan's voice was hoarse and lacked force, but her wide eyes burned with obvious anger and grievance. "Don't give me that! ...You...are the worst of all!"
His lips trembled with anger. He abruptly turned his head away, not wanting to look at Xiao Qiyun again. His ears, however, turned uncontrollably red, whether from anger or embarrassment, he couldn't tell. He shrank deeper into the recliner and pulled the blanket over half his face.
Xiao Qiyun was taken aback by the soft slap and the sudden scolding. Instead of being angry, the smile in his eyes deepened, and he even looked at him with amusement, as if he found Xiao Qiyun's irritated appearance particularly amusing.
He easily caught Su Zhelan's wrist as she tried to pull it back, his fingertips lingering intimately on her delicate skin.
Seeing this, Sheng Xuan's initial displeasure was immediately replaced by pleasure from Su Zhelan's anger towards Xiao Qiyun. His face instantly brightened, and he couldn't help but chuckle with schadenfreude. His massage became even more attentive, as if he wanted to immediately join the same side: "That's right! Taking advantage of someone in distress!" He chimed in while glancing triumphantly at Xiao Qiyun.
Su Zhelan abruptly yanked the blanket off his face, his chest heaving slightly with anger. He turned his head, his eyes, still moist and filled with rage, now glaring precisely at Sheng Xuan, who was gleefully massaging him.
"What are you laughing at?!" His voice was even hoarser than before, yet it carried a sharp, reckless edge. "Didn't I say you were right?! Who do you think you are?!"
He grew angrier as he spoke, struggling to sit up straight, his finger trembling slightly as he pointed at Sheng Xuan: "...You and him...you're in cahoots! Colluding with each other!" He seemed to be searching for even more vicious words, but in the end, his eyes only reddened with anger, his voice filled with more obvious grievance and accusation, "Last night...who was it that held me down?!"
Sheng Xuan quickly and carefully reached out, gently covering Su Zhelan's trembling hand with his own. His fingertips caressed her hand soothingly, and his voice was low and soft, filled with sincere apology: "It's my fault... I was such a jerk... Last night... I was so reckless... I made you feel bad..."
He awkwardly apologized while observing Su Zhelan's expression. Seeing that Su Zhelan's jaw was still tense and his head was turned away, he lowered his posture even further, almost pleading: "Don't be angry... I still feel unwell..." He made his massage movements even gentler, full of flattery, trying to make amends with his actions.
Just then, Xiao Qiyun, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally chuckled softly. He stepped forward and offered a freshly peeled, plump, juicy grape to Su Zhelan's tightly pursed lips, which were still tinged with anger. His movements were unhurried, even showing a hint of amusement at the prey's struggle.
"Well said, every word makes sense." Xiao Qiyun's voice was filled with undisguised pleasure and a hint of lazy teasing, as if he wasn't the one who had just been scolded. "However, after scolding for so long, your voice is even hoarseer. You should replenish your energy, shouldn't you?" He pressed his fingertips slightly against Su Zhelan's lips, the sweet juice barely touching them, carrying an irresistible temptation.
Su Zhelan glared fiercely at Xiao Qiyun, her eyes still filled with lingering anger. However, the redness at the corners of her eyes and her slightly trembling eyelashes softened her fierceness, instead revealing a pitiful air of bravado masking inner weakness.
His tightly pursed lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just opened his mouth suddenly in a fit of anger and bit down hard on the grape that was pressed against his lips. His tongue even deliberately swept across Xiao Qiyun's fingertips, with a subtle, defiant sense of revenge.
The sweet juice spread in his mouth, slightly soothing his burning desire, but also making him feel more clearly the soreness and weakness deep in his body from being overly pampered.
Seeing him eat, Xiao Qiyun's smile deepened, tinged with a hint of triumphant satisfaction. Sheng Xuan also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her massage becoming even gentler and more ingratiating.
Although Su Zhelan still kept a straight face, she no longer resisted the two men's approach and service.
They spent the entire afternoon cuddling together in the inn room. Sheng Xuan and Xiao Qiyun did everything they could to coax and serve them, feeding them water and fruit, massaging their backs and legs, apologizing in hushed tones, and saying all sorts of nice things.
Su Zhelan initially ignored him, but later, perhaps because she was being served so well, or perhaps because she was too tired to be angry anymore, she gradually relaxed. Although she still didn't say much, her cold and aloof aura dissipated considerably.
The sun was setting outside the window, and the sky was gradually darkening.
Sheng Xuan and Xiao Qiyun exchanged a glance. Although they were reluctant to part with this precious moment of tenderness, they knew they couldn't delay any longer. They carefully confirmed that Su Zhelan had no other discomfort besides feeling weak and sore. They then personally tidied his slightly disheveled clothes to make sure he was dressed neatly and there was nothing amiss before they carefully helped him up, one on each side.
"It's getting late, we'll take you home." Sheng Xuan's voice was very soft, full of tenderness.
Su Zhelan didn't respond, but used the two of them to stand up. His legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance, but luckily they caught him in time. A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashed across his face as he bit his lip and turned his face to one side.
Xiao Qiyun chuckled softly, her arm firmly supporting his waist: "Let's go."
The three of them left the inn in such an intimate manner, boarded the carriage that had been prepared, and slowly headed towards Su Yan's residence.
Inside the carriage, Su Zhelan leaned wearily against the cushions, closing his eyes to rest. Sheng Xuan and Xiao Qiyun sat on either side of him. With the swaying of the carriage, his body inevitably leaned slightly to the left and then to the right. Both of them tacitly allowed, or even deliberately adjusted, their postures to make him more comfortable.
Sheng Xuan and Xiao Qiyun's gazes passed over Su Zhelan's weary shoulders and the top of her head, occasionally meeting, before each landing on Su Zhelan's serene yet undeniably tired profile. Their eyes held a complex mix of satisfaction, heartache, and a lingering, burning possessiveness. Su Zhelan was completely enveloped in their presence and body heat.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
