Chapter 131:
Such extreme intimacy left Xie Wanning somewhat at a loss.
Her heart was both panicked and chaotic.
She had no idea how to react and could only let the person on top of her do as he pleased.
The moment the pain struck, she regained some consciousness, her slender fingers suddenly tightening, clutching the bedding beneath her firmly.
Soon her wrist was gripped again, Pei Yuqing’s fingers squeezing in one by one.
Their ten fingers interlaced, their lips pressed together without pause.
He was not impatient at all, his entire demeanor gentle to the point that he hardly seemed affected by the medicine.
He was like uncorking a long-awaited vintage brew, devoting all his patience to her, savoring it bit by bit.
Except for his eyes flushed red throughout, which proved he was not as composed as he appeared.
Such awkward restraint—how could Xie Wanning, as the person involved, fail to sense it? Whether from shame or moved, her whole body burned hotter, making her seem more like the one affected by the medicine.
She glared with hazy eyes at the man on top of her.
Her pupils held only her own reflection, a sight Pei Yuqing adored.
He smiled, his single hand clasping her waist.
Desire restrained for too long spilled out a little.
Outside, night had deepened; inside, no one had lit the lamps.
Xie Wanning’s vision was pitch black, yet her senses grew ever sharper.
Her limbs and torso were immersed in the sensations he brought.
Finally, she couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.
Both coquettish and seductive.
Pei Yuqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he listened; at that moment, even he felt he truly was a saint.
She truly had no idea how he had endured until now before touching her.
Fortunately, after tonight, they would finally become a legitimate couple.
Though it was her first taste of love, a man skilled at restraint was indeed formidable.
……
No matter how she pushed and shoved.
He refused to stop easily.
But he wasn’t entirely inconsiderate; hearing her voice hoarse from crying out, he tenderly kissed her.
Finally, after an unknown time, the man on top nibbled her earlobe, sucking hard, then let out a satisfied sigh.
Xie Wanning was already limp, but hearing that meaningful low sigh, she still flushed with shame, her foot arch tensing, her hand that had regained some strength pushing at him.
Soon it was gripped and gathered by him; the palm on her waist considerately massaged her.
“Are you alright?” He kissed her delicate neck, like a beast coquettishly nuzzling its master, rubbing against her neck nook one by one. “Wanwan, was I good?”
Xie Wanning’s voice was hoarse, her legs still hooked around his waist tightening involuntarily. “My legs are sore…”
Before she finished speaking, her body stiffened, staring incredulously at the man above.
In the darkness, she couldn’t see Pei Yuqing’s gaze, only hearing his voice somewhat low.
“…He said I was no good.”
Xie Wanning blinked, quickly realizing who this “he” referred to.
For a moment, her heart filled with guilty conscience and guilt; she even ignored his gradually reviving arousal.
Pushing one’s luck was probably innate to every man; Pei Yuqing gently drew in her waist, pressing them closer, his tone increasingly aggrieved. “Wanwan, I’m not no good, right?”
“…” Xie Wanning swallowed. “…Right.”
As the words fell, Pei Yuqing got the answer he wanted and eagerly resumed his movements.
This time, he didn’t stick to one position to the end; he even learned to torment her.
Perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps because he truly performed well.
He didn’t let her hurt, nor feel uncomfortable.
They were a couple married with proper rites and a marriage certificate.
Married for months, the consummation long overdue.
So Xie Wanning was fairly cooperative.
Who told her to misunderstand him like that before, even letting Lu Ziyan know.
For any man, being misunderstood by a rival as impotent was a massive humiliation.
With Lu Ziyan’s character, he might have mocked him publicly…
Her mind unclear, flooded entirely with guilt.
When the wind ceased and rain stopped.
Xie Wanning cupped his face and kissed him.
“…Sorry!”
Pei Yuqing gazed at her trembling eyelashes. “Wanwan, that’s not what I want to hear.”
Xie Wanning froze, staring at him blankly.
Pei Yuqing raised his hand, his fingertip gently brushing the wetness under her eye. “Crying?”
“…” Xie Wanning bit her lip and glared at him. “Don’t tease me.”
Pei Yuqing chuckled lowly; his eyesight was excellent, so even in the dark, he could still see the young lady’s eyes flushed red.
She had indeed been tormented hard by him.
“It was my fault,” he kissed her brow. “Did I tire out Madam?”
Xie Wanning hummed softly, burrowing her face into his arms.
Her legs were trembling now; of course she was tired.
But no matter what, she wouldn’t say it.
Pei Yuqing had her little temper figured out; his cold hard heart nearly melted into a puddle.
The girl in his arms was so soft and so obedient.
Knowing he was affected by the medicine and likely lost his reason, she hadn’t retreated but came forward.
If she didn’t have him in her heart, how could she be willing to go this far.
After some tender moments, Xie Wanning nudged the person beside her with her elbow. “I’m thirsty.”
Pei Yuqing responded lowly, draped on some clothes, and got out of bed.
He first lit the red candle, then poured a teacup, walking to the bedside.
Xie Wanning propped herself up on the bed, unwilling to take it, frowning. “I want hot tea.”
“It’s hot,” Pei Yuqing laughed, drinking it himself first, then gripping her nape and feeding her the water mouth to mouth.
……It really was hot.
But it was clearly tea left sitting for hours.
She was indeed thirsty; the warm water entered her mouth, and she swallowed eagerly.
Thus, their lips and tongues uncontrollably tangled together.
Pei Yuqing had never experienced such enthusiasm from her; his gaze changed instantly.
He stayed still, letting her entwine and draw from him.
The next instant, as Xie Wanning satisfied prepared to pull away, she was pressed down onto the couch by him.
Only then did she see the deep ink in his eyes.
She widened her eyes. “Pei Changqing! What do you want to do!”
Her clothes had long been stripped by him; even the step of undressing was spared.
Pei Yuqing’s hand had already slipped under the bedding; hearing her, he raised his eyebrows and eyes, seeing her so panicked, his reason assaulted by desire instantly returned.
He paused, changing tack. “Still thirsty?”
“…” Xie Wanning eyed him warily. “Has the medicinal effect not worn off yet?”
Pei Yuqing paused, lying without blushing. “Still some impulses.”
……
The room instantly fell silent.
Xie Wanning’s expression was complex; she hesitated for a while. “…Can you handle it yourself?”
It was her first time; her lower abdomen ached terribly now, her legs still faintly trembling—she really couldn’t go another round.
Now it was Pei Yuqing at a loss for words; he stared at her for a moment, finally getting off her, though his ear tips suspiciously reddened.
But Xie Wanning hadn’t noticed yet; he turned, returning the teacup to the table.
