She couldn't refute a single word. Angry as she was inside, she still had to grovel. So she just lay on Song Yinghuai's chest without moving.
Song Yinghuai wasn't in a hurry to push her away either. His fingertips gently caressed her slender waist. He had just drunk several cups of tea, and his mind was extremely clear. The warning Zhu Xiao had given him rang in his head.
He knew very well that he wasn't free from desires, and he was also aware that he was playing with fire now. But every time he saw Caiyu, he couldn't help but want to get closer, to challenge his reason and limits, and to find out more.
Just like now, caressing her and exploring further...
Caiyu stiffened at first when she lay on his chest, but then a pleasant surprise welled up in her heart.
What was going on with Song Yinghuai?
Except for that Mid - Autumn night when he lost his senses after being drugged, this was the first time he had taken the initiative to get close to her. Had he been drugged again?
Her heart was pounding. She realized that this was a once - in - a - lifetime opportunity.
She tried her best to relax herself, making her body as soft as cotton and catering to him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she relaxed, her mind went blank. After just a few moments, his palm made her head feel dizzy, as if there was steam rising from the top of her head, and her lips and teeth were dry.
She couldn't help but turn to the side and raise her head. A few drops of hot sweat dotted her rosy and gorgeous face.
She was indulging in the man's fingertips that seemed to be on fire. She gasped and said,
"My lord..."
Song Yinghuai slightly lowered his eyes, his expression obscure. When Caiyu looked up, his hair was wet with sweat, and his handsome face carried a bit of fierce evil charm.
Caiyu moved her lips but couldn't make a sound. All she could hear was her own heartbeat and breathing.
After a moment, she slowly stretched her neck. Her fair hands climbed up his lapel, and her lips moved closer.
"...My lord, kiss me."
The moonlight was very good tonight. The man sitting on the round stool was bathed in the pale golden light on the high bridge of his nose, making his appearance even more elegantly indescribable.
Song Yinghuai had the looks of a gentle and handsome gentleman, which didn't match the rumored God of War at all. After he started to practice Buddhism, he became even more like a noble and elegant jade tree.
It was just his eyes. When they were cold, they made people back away. But once a hint of lust appeared in them, melting the coldness, no woman could resist.
Especially Caiyu, who was deliberately trying to seduce him.
Caiyu's mind was wandering. Just for this good - looking face, even if she wasn't deliberately seducing him, she would still be willing to sink.
With this thought in mind, she boldly asked for a kiss.
As soon as her words fell, she saw Song Yinghuai's expression change. His eyes became even deeper. "Are you sure?"
Before Caiyu could nod, her chin was pinched by his fingertips. The man leaned over and pressed his lips against the ones that had troubled him for many days.
On the Mid - Autumn night, his mind was in a mess, and he could no longer distinguish the taste of these lips.
This time, finally sober and in contact, the taste was indescribable. His clear mind was actually muddled.
Caiyu's head buzzed.
The last time she was forced to kiss, she was panicked and nervous. She didn't have the heart to savor it properly. All she wanted was to escape the scene.
But this time, she was half - seducing and half - willing. With a different mindset, the feeling was completely different.
Song Yinghuai's lips were scalding hot. After lingering on hers for a moment, they chased their way in.
Caiyu trembled all over, and her scalp went a bit numb.
So this was the feeling of a kiss?
The sandalwood scent on the man was spreading.
In an instant, it filled the originally cold and quiet air in the room.
The moment their lips touched, Caiyu felt as if an electric current had passed through her. She almost jumped up, but Song Yinghuai tightly held her waist. After he straightened up a bit, she couldn't move.
Her breathing became extremely disordered. Her hands on his lapel unconsciously grabbed his clothes tightly, wrinkling the front of his chest.
A faint look of doubt flashed across Song Yinghuai's eyes.
Judging from her appearance, this girl had no experience, but in the previous times, she had behaved extremely charmingly, throwing him into complete confusion.
He tightened his hold on Caiyu's waist and pulled her towards him, forcing her to press against him.
Caiyu's fingers were so tense that they curled up. She unconsciously leaned back to avoid the man's overly fierce kiss.
But Song Yinghuai was too strong. She couldn't move an inch. She could only let him kiss every inch of her lips.
It wasn't the first time they had kissed, but last time, one of them was unconscious and the other was nervous and resistant. There was no such stimulation as this time.
The sound of saliva entanglement and the woman's fragmented moans faintly echoed throughout the side hall. They were so soft that it was almost indecent.
Song Yinghuai had drunk several cups of tea. Originally, his mind was clear. He just wanted to challenge his own nature and test Caiyu's details. But with the warm and fragrant beauty in his arms, after a long entanglement, the effect of those cups of tea evaporated from the top of his head, and his reason was thrown to the back of his mind. He fell into a state of confusion and madness.
He started to kiss non - stop. His hands became even more unruly, pushing Caiyu's clothes up.
The undulating curves stimulated his scarlet eyes.
Caiyu couldn't help but dodge. However, Song Yinghuai got up, picked her up in the air, and took two steps forward with her.
By the time Caiyu realized what was happening, her lower back had already touched the edge of the desk, and she fell backward onto it.
Song Yinghuai stood between her legs and leaned down again. He playfully bit her.
Caiyu covered her chest with both hands, her face blushing.
Apart from being terrified, her body was weak and limp, her breathing was hot, and her cheeks were flushed. She seemed to have lost her memory. She couldn't remember what she was supposed to do.
She actively stretched out her soft arms and pressed on Song Yinghuai's shoulders, trying to gently pull him completely onto her.
Just one more step, and he would cross the line and be intimate with her...
Unexpectedly, when Song Yinghuai pressed down hard, his arm accidentally knocked over the inkstone on the desk.
The inkstone fell to the ground and made a harsh cracking sound.
Song Yinghuai immediately tensed up. Then he stopped his offensive. Clarity returned to his eyes. He released his lips and slowly withdrew.
His body was almost on the verge of exploding. He was just a little bit away from giving in.
Song Yinghuai felt that things were very bad.
He awkwardly shifted his gaze, quickly walked around the desk, and sat cross - legged in front of it. His loose Buddhist robe covered his arousal well.
Caiyu was still lying on the desk, breathing disorderly and looking blank.
She opened her eyes, and Song Yinghuai's handsome face upside - down came into view. She suddenly felt a flutter in her heart. She quickly got up from the desk and stood up straight, lowering her eyes and not daring to look directly at him. She didn't know what to say either.
Just like this... the moment was unexpectedly interrupted.
She failed again.
She sighed regretfully in her heart. Her mind was racing, thinking about whether she should try again.
Then she heard Song Yinghuai's stiff voice, "Pour me some tea."
Caiyu had no choice but to pour him a cup of tea.
The tea was already cold, but Song Yinghuai still drank it in one gulp, which made Caiyu secretly raise her eyes and couldn't help but keep peeping at the sexy movement of his Adam's apple.
Song Yinghuai slammed the teacup on the desk. "Bring me the teapot."
Caiyu: ...
She silently handed the teapot to Song Yinghuai. She grumbled in her heart. Was he not going to sleep after drinking so much tea?
Song Yinghuai really didn't plan to sleep.
He had originally planned to supervise Caiyu's copying of the scriptures tonight, so he had specifically asked Han Fen to make a pot of strong tea. Who would have thought that such an episode would happen in the middle.
He poured the whole pot of cold tea into his stomach, and the rising fire in him finally died down a bit.
Song Yinghuai held the teacup tightly for a moment. He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the desk.
On the white silk - like rice paper, rows of characters were densely written.
"Observe the Bodhisattva who is perfectly awake. When practicing the profound Prajna Paramita, he clearly sees that the five aggregates are all empty..."
Song Yinghuai read the Heart Sutra of the Prajna Paramita while checking the copy. Finally, his complexion returned to normal.
Caiyu watched helplessly as the man became as cold and ethereal as a celestial being again. She sighed regretfully.