Chapter 55
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Everything around them was spinning.
The crimson curtains were spinning, the ivory bed was spinning, the bamboo wells with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes were spinning, and the bead curtains were twinkling.
Yuan Zhaoxu's face, so beautiful that it angered even the gods, was also turning.
Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes, trying to find the most beautiful thing in the messy pile, but her whole body was limp. She tried a few times, but to no avail. She sighed regretfully and muttered, "… Damn it, it's always like this."
She could hear the faint rustling of clothes and a faint fragrance. It was as if someone was sitting beside her, speaking in a low but gentle voice. "What about every time?"
A cool, jade-like finger reached over and brushed away the hair stuck to her face, followed by a fragrant towel dipped in warm water and wiped her face. The temperature was just right. Her skin, which had been sticky because of her drunken sweat, became fresh and clean. The cool midnight breeze blew past, opening up her pores comfortably. Experiencing the feeling of being ironed, Meng Fuyao moaned in comfort and grabbed the hand that was about to move away. She rubbed it against her palm and murmured, "… I can't have what I want …"
"What do you want?" The voice was deep in the blurry dreamland, more bewitching and addictive than a dream.
"I want …" she murmured in a low voice. She was extremely sleepy and drunk. Her words were so muffled that the person beside her had no choice but to lean over and whisper them into her ear to hear her more clearly.
As he leaned over, Meng Fuyao, who was supposed to be behind her ear, suddenly turned around and offered her tender, red lips.
Their lips met and brushed past each other, unintentionally. It was as if a stunning electric arc had suddenly appeared in the sky. The arc flashed and crossed thousands of years in an instant, transcending time and space, life and death, and finally reached the deep lake of her heart. It was as if a pearl had been cast into the heart of the ripples, stirring up crystal clear waves.
That kind of feeling was soft, rippling, and calm, yet it was like a raging storm.
Yuan Zhaoxu stiffened for a moment, then softened. He smiled and bent over, reaching out to gently caress Fuyao's delicate, smooth, and fiery cheeks. His fingertips delicately traced the delicate contours of her beautiful face. Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips …
The woman beneath him was still murmuring unconsciously. The moment their lips met seemed to have made her feel warm and happy. Yuan Zhaoxu's caressing fingers tickled her. Suddenly, she laughed softly and stretched out her arms to pull down Yuan Zhaoxu's neck. She brought her pearly white teeth to his lips and bit down.
She did not stop there. She pinched Yuan Zhaoxu's face and pulled with her eyes closed, muttering, "Hey … why do you always win? This is so boring. Can't you lose something to me? "
Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes were mesmerized by her pull and bite. His jade-white fingers rested on the side of his lips, making his lips, which were already red from the bite, even redder. It was just that his image was ruined by the woman pulling his face. He glanced at the drunken woman with a faint smile. "Yes," he said softly after a while.
"Wh … at?"
Yuan Zhaoxu's smile deepened, but he did not reply. He gently pulled down Fuyao's demonic claws and tucked her in. He stared at her for a while before speaking softly.
Outside the window, there was a faint moon. Spring water flowed over the rockery, pouring into the jade-like pond. The moonlight lay in the clear ripples of the pond, as graceful as a quiet maiden.
The night was so peaceful. So mellow.
Yuan Zhaoxu's voice was as soft and gentle as the wind that blew through the window in the middle of the night.
"You will know the answer one day."
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