"Actually...I didn’t cry, these tears were stimulated by a drug," Ran Yan noticed that Xiao Song’s body had stiffened slightly, and she tightened her embrace, "I was anxious in my heart. Liu Qingsong said that I seduced you, and that you would surely forgive , but still, it didn’t work. I don’t want to continue like this."
Ran Yan let go of her embrace and looked at him steadily, awaiting judgnt. She knew that even if she didn’t tell the truth, Xiao Song might never find out, but deception is deception, and she always felt a knot in her heart. Ran Yan had lied to others before, but she didn’t want to deceive Xiao Song.
Xiao Song was silent for a mont before he smiled helplessly, "Who reveals their wrongdoings like this? When you do sothing bad, you have to cover it up tightly."
"My husband." Ran Yan knew that he had forgiven her, and a serene smile blood quietly on her face, "There are so words that I will only say once in my life."
Ran Yan’s voice was slightly hoarse and low after crying for so long, "I vow to the heavens that in this life, I am wedded to Xiao Yuezhi. Whether he is rich or poor in the future, in sickness or in health, or as years pass and his looks age, or for any other reason, I am willing to be with him, love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and be loyal to him until the end of life, never to part."
In his daze, Xiao Song saw Ran Yan lean slightly and place a gentle kiss on his lips.
After a mont, Xiao Song responded to her. His kiss, gentle at first, turned fierce and fervent, invading with an overwhelming intensity, ravishing and seeking, as if he was responding to Ran Yan’s straightforward yet heart-stirring vows with his actions. It took a long while before it beca tender.
"Ah Yan." Xiao Song drew back from her lips, panting softly.
Words of love from Ran Yan were few and far between, but every ti, they made his heart surge with emotion, leaving him unsettled for a long ti.
Tears overflowed from the corners of Ran Yan’s eyes, and Xiao Song, surprised, extended his slender fingers to wipe them away, "What happened?"
"The drug was a bit too strong," Ran Yan admitted with embarrassnt.
Xiao Song burst into laughter, and after laughing, he expressed his concern, "Is there an antidote? It’s not a solution to keep crying like this."
The effects of the irritating drug would stop automatically once the drug wore off, but the continuous flow of tears was indeed very uncomfortable. Ran Yan said, "No antidote needed, washing with clear water should make it much better."
"I’ll take you," Xiao Song said, picking her up sideways. It was dark, and with Ran Yan continuously crying, it would be difficult for her to walk downstairs on her own.
Ran Yan felt that being carried like a princess was really inappropriate for her, and quickly said, "You should carry on your back instead."
"As you wish." Xiao Song set her down, turned around to lift her on his back, and slowly walked downstairs.
Ge Lan and Wan Lu saw them and hurriedly went over.
"Prepare warm water in the room," Xiao Song ordered.
Wan Lu replied affirmatively and hastily ran back.
Ge Lan followed behind Xiao Song, waiting for any commands.
The lanterns in the corridor had already been lit, hanging in two rows, gently swaying in the early autumn breeze, casting a warm light on both of them.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Xiao Song turned his head to ask Ran Yan.
"I am okay," Ran Yan sighed inwardly, fearing that she had cried the tears of two lifetis combined.
"You’re clearly not a fool, yet you insist on doing foolish things," Xiao Song said with a hint of reproach.
Laying on his back, Ran Yan mumbled, "It’s all because of you."
Xiao Song lifted her higher on his back and laughed, "My fault."
Xiao Song quickened his pace, fearing that her continuous crying would damage her eyes.
After washing her eyes with warm water back in the bedroom, Ran Yan lay on the couch, dazed and heavy. Crying was truly exhausting; her mind felt heavy and blank.
Xiao Song removed his outer garnt and tossed it onto the screen before getting into the bed. Seeing Ran Yan lying stiffly, he reached out to rub her temples. Suddenly recalling the vow Ran Yan had made earlier, he couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile, his eyes brimming with pleasure.
"Maybe a good night’s sleep will make you feel better in the morning," Xiao Song said after pressing for a while, thinking she was getting sleepy as Ran Yan lay motionless, so he began to undress her.
As the belt was untied, the deep purple soft silk gown slid down her exquisite body, revealing the close-fitting dress underneath.
The dress, made of semi-transparent silk, clung tightly to her body, outlining her curvaceous figure ambiguously short—it barely covered her buttocks, so any slight movent from Ran Yan could possibly reveal a glimpse of spring. On the dress, thin gauze ford flower shapes, partially concealing her breasts, leaving the rest of her creamy skin visible.
Xiao Song swallowed hard and called out softly, "Ah Yan?"
"Mm," Ran Yan responded.
Xiao Song bent down and gently kissed her forehead. His lips traveled down her cheek to her chest, kissing and sucking through the fabric while his hand unconsciously stroked from her slender waist up to her chest, gently kneading the softness there.
The candles crackled softly, and the breathing of both beca more rapid.
With palms as hot as fire, Xiao Song made Ran Yan’s body heat up; unintentional moans escaped her lips between kisses as the emptiness inside her urged her to arch her back and press her body against Xiao Song’s.
Their bodies were tightly entwined; Xiao Song’s hands moved to caress and knead her pert buttocks, then slowly slid down to her thighs and explored her place that belonged only to him.
Ran Yan opened her eyes, still glossy with a trace of tears, eting Xiao Song’s deep and affectionate gaze. She felt a growing tenderness in her heart and an increasing yearning for him on her body, which under his gentle and patient caresses, lted into a pool of spring water.
Their gazes entwined, and the room was filled with nothing but heavy breathing and occasional soft moans.
Ran Yan reached out to help him remove his trousers, with the sa loving care as he had shown her.
Xiao Song humd softly and bent down to kiss her lips, his body lowering to press his iron-hot mber against her, slowly penetrating her.
"Mm," Ran Yan still felt so pain.
Xiao Song paused for a mont, his hands ambiguously kneading her breasts, and his tongue teased her through the fabric as his penetration never ceased.
When they were tightly joined, both were drenched in sweat. Xiao Song’s muscles tensed, with his neck, chest, and abdominal muscles more defined than usual. Moistened by sweat, they were especially captivating. Ran Yan’s delicate fingers glided over every part of him.
They endured, but enjoyed it all the more—a private affair belonging only to each other.
Xiao Song began to move rhythmically, while Ran Yan responded to his movents as if testing. Gradually, his thrusts beca faster and more forceful. From earlier probing, he found precisely the direction that brought her the most joy. Each thrust struck deep into her soul, causing her to cling tightly to him.
In the fervent collision, they reached the climax together. Xiao Song let out a muffled groan, collapsing on Ran Yan. After kissing her lips gently, he then lay still.
Ran Yan pushed him and said indignantly, "Xiao Yuezhi, get out."
"No," his voice was llow and husky, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Pinned beneath him, unable to move, Ran Yan had no choice but to let him continue. The air within the curtains was still filled with an ambiguous scent, and rembering what had just happened, Ran Yan truly felt the taste of such matters for the first ti.
"Yanyan," Xiao Song opened his eyes, his gaze profound. He smiled slightly and began to move once more.
This ti, it was different from the gentleness before, utterly wild and possessive, indulging freely. Ran Yan’s mind was already cloudy, and being overwheld by his unrestrained actions left her even more befuddled, passively riding the surging waves.
With a ripping sound, Xiao Song’s slightly calloused hand grabbed hold of her bouncing jade rabbits.
Between the bamboo curtain and the light muslin, an indulgent round of passion ensued. (To be continued. If you like this work, please co to Qidian (qidian) and cast your recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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