Caiyu raised her eyes. Her pupils met Song Yinghuai's handsome face, with his elegant features and clear eyebrows. She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
The alcohol was getting to her head. Her mind was in a daze, and she only vaguely remembered that she wanted to pester someone.
So, without hesitation, she raised her jade-like arm and wrapped it around Song Yinghuai's neck. She leaned forward with her red lips and said,
"You're finally back..."
The drunken maid even forgot to use the respectful title "My Lord." Her tone was full of grievance and coquettishness.
The faint aroma of wine wafted through Song Yinghuai's nostrils. Her lips, still moist with wine, rubbed and nibbled on his. Her arms, like a pair of water snakes, desperately pulled him down, trying to make them equal.
Her random nibbling made Song Yinghuai feel both pain and numbness. A tingling sensation rose from his spine, and his body, which had been aroused a few times before, became even more out of control.
Caiyu wasn't satisfied with just licking his thin lips.
After nibbling for a while, her fragrant little tongue, just like Song Yinghuai's had done before, slid out smoothly, trying to pry open the man's teeth.
The smell of alcohol hit him. The man paused for a moment. The smell of alcohol, which he hadn't touched for many years, made him instinctively dodge backward.
Buddhism prohibits drinking. Even the slightest smell of wine made Song Yinghuai, who had avoided alcohol for years, take a step back.
The woman, who was suddenly left empty, widened her eyes. She looked at the dodging man aggrievedly, and her voice was as delicate and stubborn as a kitten's:
"You! How dare you dodge?"
"Come here to me!"
At this moment, with the alcohol getting to her head, she had forgotten that she was a humble maid. The temper of a young lady from a marquis's family that she used to have unconsciously emerged.
Song Yinghuai found her stubbornness refreshing in an unprecedented way. Instead of getting angry, he smiled and said, "Are you ordering me?"
The drunken woman was extremely bold, daring to provoke a tiger. Seeing that he refused to come closer, she wriggled her body and threw herself into Song Yinghuai's arms. "You're being mean to me... Wuwuwu..."
She was a bit stronger than usual and actually knocked down Song Yinghuai, who was squatting on his knees.
The man, who fell backward unexpectedly, was lucky to have had years of battle experience. He caught Caiyu's waist as he fell and at the same time avoided the danger of hitting the back of his head hard.
A trace of anger flashed across Song Yinghuai's eyes. Just as he was about to get angry, his lips stiffened slightly. He found that Caiyu was already sitting on him.
That wasn't all. This girl was already restless. Now that she was drunk, she became even more unscrupulous. Her upturned buttocks rubbed against him.
Left and right in circles, rubbing him until he couldn't help but gasp. The anger that had just welled up instantly disappeared.
Suddenly.
Caiyu tilted her head and stopped rubbing. It seemed as if she was listening to something.
Song Yinghuai finally let out a sigh of relief.
The next moment, he heard her confused voice:
"Shh! Did you hear that just now? Someone is gasping!"
Song Yinghuai: ...
He was angry, annoyed, and ashamed all at once.
A complex feeling welled up in his heart. For the first time, he was so embarrassed by a woman that he wished he could dig a hole and hide in it!
This girl, especially after getting drunk, just wouldn't stop talking. Her beautiful little face was flushed red, and her small mouth kept babbling non-stop. All the words she said were extremely embarrassing:
"I'm familiar with this sound. On the painted boats in Yangzhou, the guests of several elder sisters liked to gasp."
"Oh, the gasping is so exciting!"
"One can tell at once that he can't hold it back, right?"
Song Yinghuai never expected that after more than six years of practicing Buddhist principles, his once-proud self-control would be ignited by just a few words from Caiyu.
Those sweet and alluring words made him have a reaction again.
He couldn't control his gasping at all.
Caiyu said, "Listen, the sound is getting louder... It sounds like a moan... Mm!"
Song Yinghuai couldn't bear it any longer. He sat up and bit her chattering little mouth, finally making her quiet.
He bit her lips fiercely, as if punishing her for her nonsense just now and also as if venting his own stiffness and pain.
It wasn't until Caiyu was almost suffocated from the kiss that he slightly loosened his lips.
His long fingertips lifted Caiyu's chin. His eyes were hot and deep.
Looking at her transparent and moist lips, he couldn't help but bite them hard again.
"Yes, if you keep teasing me, I won't be able to hold it back."
Taking advantage of her drunken state, Song Yinghuai finally spoke bluntly.
"But I can't..." His eyes were as dark as surging tides, with pain and struggle in the depths. "If we had met a few years earlier, if I liked you, no matter whose person you were, it wouldn't have mattered for me to take you in. But now, I can't..."
As he spoke, the man's long hand seemed to carry an electric current as it gently stroked the side of her face.
"Yuer, who is the master behind you?"
Song Yinghuai's deep, hoarse, and broken voice was full of temptation. "Tell me who he is. Although I can't take you in, I guarantee that I can protect you and let you leave safely, away from all the troubles, and let you live a peaceful life."
Caiyu's eyes were hazy with drunkenness. She didn't understand.
All she knew was that the man's fingers felt very comfortable on her skin.
That familiar yet strange feeling became even more intense under the catalysis of alcohol.
She looked at the man's Adam's apple rolling up and down as he spoke. She stretched out her slender and fair fingertips and, without any fear, touched it.
Song Yinghuai suddenly stopped speaking. His jaw tightened.
The next moment, with a gloomy face, he pushed up her skirt. The slightly cool touch slowly went up along Caiyu's lower back.
With a gentle tug.
The belt around her waist was instantly loosened.
Caiyu let out a few soft moans like a little kitten.
She hugged Song Yinghuai's head, and her whole body went limp.
Song Yinghuai's deep eyes paused slightly when he saw her moist eyes.
He was already familiar with this girl's reactions.
Caiyu's appearance clearly showed that she was aroused again.
This was really killing him!
If she was just deliberately seducing him, he might be able to control himself a little. But if she was also fully involved, it was really difficult for him to control himself.
Song Yinghuai took a few deep breaths and tried to push Caiyu away.
She hadn't taken the tonic today, so it wouldn't matter if she didn't relieve herself.
He might as well stop torturing himself!
Who would have thought that as soon as the warm palm on her chest suddenly left, Caiyu felt an emptiness in her heart. Her little face wrinkled into a ball. She softly and limply grabbed his hand and put it back. She held his palm and pulled it back:
"Don't take it away..."
The soft and delicate flesh under his palm made Song Yinghuai, who had just managed to pull his hand away, break his self - control again. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Presumptuous!"
Caiyu was startled by the roar. After a slight pause.
"You're bullying me... Wuwuwu..."
Her delicate crying successfully shattered Song Yinghuai's rationality.
Caiyu's wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big hand. She was unexpectedly pulled into the man's arms, and the two fell back to the ground again.
She was almost completely held in Song Yinghuai's arms. They rolled over once, and then she was lifted into the air and carried horizontally.
Caiyu's breath caught in her throat. She nestled in his arms and looked up blankly at the man in front of her, who combined abstinence, coldness, evil, and charm.
He slowly lowered his head and looked into her eyes.
Those charming red thin lips that would make any woman lose control -
curled into a seductive arc.
Song Yinghuai lowered his head and kissed away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
His voice was cold, noble, and extremely alluring:
"Let's go back to the bedroom, okay?"
Caiyu's muddled mind couldn't understand Song Yinghuai's intention at all, but subconsciously she still remembered what the bedroom was.
That was exactly the destination she had always been trying to reach!
Hearing this invitation, her fingers drew circles on Song Yinghuai's chest. "This maid will follow the lord's arrangements."
The red plum blossoms were fluttering all over the sky. Everyone was dead drunk, and no one woke up.
They didn't know that right beside them, just a short distance away.
A passionate scene had just taken place.
Song Yinghuai's eyes darkened, and his voice was hoarse as he said,
"Yeah, you'll follow my orders?"
"Then you're going to be tired today..."