Yun Xiao belatedly thought of something, wouldn't this man hold her?
As the thought arose, she crawled to the side, but alas, she was a step too slow. The man stretched out a long arm, and her petite and exquisite body landed steadily in his embrace. It was an action as natural as could be, and then he sat on her bed with a clear conscience.
"Sleep, what happened tonight was an accident."
"Heh heh, an accident?" She wanted to bite him, gritting her teeth in annoyance. Now they were supposed to discuss matters seriously, but in this position, what could they discuss? Was she destined to be completely dominated by him?
Yun Xiao felt a little powerless. If she bit him, it was as if he wouldn't even notice. If she tried to poison him, honestly, she felt a bit reluctant.
As for why she was reluctant, she didn't delve into it. If she fought him, she couldn't win. Was she truly destined to be the one completely dominated?
"Hero Murong, can we discuss this?"
She tilted her head up, and saw his jawline, beautifully curved, as if sculpted. Then she looked at his lips, slightly thin, exuding a tender pinkish hue.
Recalling his light kiss on her cheek last time, Yun Xiao couldn't help but feel her own cheeks burn. She slowly raised a hand to touch it.
This unconscious movement had already fallen into the eyes of the man above her. He smiled wickedly, as flamboyant as a black datura blooming on the other shore, enchanting solely for one person.
"What is it?"
His voice grew even more intimate. Seeing her flustered and her cheeks flushed, making her as cute as a little rabbit, the depths of his eyes grew darker. Waves of heat surged within him, but he quietly suppressed them with his internal energy.
She had not yet come to terms with romantic matters between men and women, and he only wished for him to always occupy her heart. Her personality, once ingrained in her heart, would last a lifetime, so he wasn't in a hurry.
"Can we talk separately? Every time it's like this, isn't it a bit..."
The person in question touched her cheek and spoke in a muffled voice, her entire face buried in his embrace. The words she spoke lacked any persuasive power.
"A bit what?"
Murong Chong feigned ignorance, his arms tightening. He would never let her go, no matter what...
Yun Xiao didn't know if it was due to exhaustion or something else, but she quieted down. If this fellow wanted to hold her, then so be it. She lay peacefully in his broad embrace, like a water lily moored on the water, blooming fragrant flowers in the quiet night.
Her blinking eyes were like clear pools, rippling with gentle waves, but as she stared, a sense of weariness slowly crept in.
She had initially thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but his presence seemed to have a hypnotic effect, naturally causing her to close her eyes, feeling a rare sense of peace.
"Murong, I'm tired. Please let me down and go back."
After she spoke, she shifted to find a more comfortable position and fell asleep.
The moonlight was like glazed porcelain, casting a clear radiance into the room. On the large bed, the man leaned slightly to the side against the bedpost, naturally cradling the young girl in his arms.
The ethereal glow illuminated the delicate and refined small face. Her fair skin was exquisite and translucent, like the accumulated snow on Tian Shan, white with sanctity and elegance. Her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, covering her bright eyes, as spirited as a cunning rabbit. Her rosy lips parted, forming a tempting arc.
His fingers lightly glided over her silken smooth cheek, gently caressing. The tingling warmth on his fingertips gradually flowed into his heart. His fingertips traced from her brows, to her eyes, to her nose, and finally gently stopped on her lips.
Those lips were pink and alluring, like a tender and fragrant flower bud that had just opened in the morning, waiting for a destined person to pluck it.
His pupils were dark and deep, and a scorching heat spread throughout his body. His throat involuntarily rolled, and the overwhelming desire made him unable to resist leaning down and kissing those soft, tender lips. He had only intended a light taste.
Those lips were more delicious than anything in the world. The moment he touched them, he became addicted, seemingly unable to control himself. They were soft and delicate, sweet, more intense than anything he had ever known.
At this moment, her small face flushed with a seductive rosy hue from his kiss, making her even more captivating. She unconsciously reached out an arm and hooked it around his neck.
The person in her sleep completely cooperated with his movements, obediently opening her mouth to accept his intense kiss. His heart trembled for an instant, something roaring within his heart, wanting more, more.
His pupils were covered in a beguiling shade of hibiscus red. With bewitching charm, he held her tightly, wishing he could embed this delicate and adorable being into his flesh and blood.
No other thing in the world could separate them, but his movements were too intense, causing her to let out a soft gasp.
This soft gasp startled him awake. He suddenly came to his senses, what was he doing?
She was the person he cherished most, so how could he take advantage of her? He quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look at that flushed and delicate face. Her lips seemed swollen, making them even more alluring, like a demonic enchantment. Just one more glance, and he wouldn't be able to pull himself away.
The restlessness within him was suppressed with his internal energy. He gently and carefully put her small body down, placing her quietly. Thinking of the previous kiss, her beauty, which only he had tasted, a strong sense of joy arose in his heart.
Xiao'er, if anyone dares to snatch you away, I will personally destroy them, no matter who it is.
Murong Chong dared not linger any longer, fearing he would lose control, seeing the person he deeply loved sleeping so peacefully in his arms.
It was a torment. He abruptly turned and flashed to the window, then looked back once, a sense of longing welling up. Finally, with a flick of his long sleeves, he drifted out like a graceful crane, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.
The small building was serene. A gentle breeze stirred the curtains, making them flutter gracefully.
The next day, the dawn sky was tinged with a thin mist, and dew dampened the idle flowers and wild grasses at the foot of the stone steps. At the end of the bluestone path, a figure as light as a swallow sprinted, her footsteps exceptionally clear in the morning light. In a blink, she reached the front of the building and called out.
"Wan Wan Jie."
"What is it?"
Wan Wan was already up and tidying things. She poked her upper body out and asked Yan Mei downstairs.
Not knowing what had happened so early in the morning, she was a bit nervous. Yan Mei downstairs chuckled.
Her laughter was like a silver bell. Ever since she came to the clinic, she had become much livelier. It turned out that she was another spirited fellow, just like Wan Wan.
"There's someone named Jingyun who says they are from our building."
Because she was unsure, she had firmly shut the door on the two people outside. Moreover, no matter what they said, she hadn't given them any face.
Upon hearing this, Wan Wan exclaimed in pleasant surprise, "So Jingyun is back! That's wonderful. But has Granny also returned?"
Hearing Wan Wan's words, Yan Mei knew. So that fellow was indeed the master's subordinate. As for the Granny Wan Wan mentioned.
"Is it an old woman with only one arm?"
"Yes, yes, quickly bring them in. I'll go call the master."
Wan Wan swiftly retracted her body, turned, and rushed into the inner room.