As Song Yinghuai uttered those simple four words, Caiyu's heart immediately relaxed.
For Song Yinghuai, allowing the Buddhist beads to be wrapped around his wrist already represented a compromise. After all, since he lost the Buddhist beads in the hot spring, he had replaced them with several strings, but never once did he intend to wear them on his wrist.
Was this a reconciliation?
Caiyu bit her lip, her eyes almost overflowing with tenderness. She took the Buddhist beads from his fingers, and the smile gradually spread across her delicate features. Her flawless and peerless beauty was like a blooming flower on a branch, exuding a charming fragrance and looking extremely alluring.
"Your servant obeys."
She lay beneath him, feeling the pressure of his abdomen through the fabric, and concealed all the emotions in her eyes. As long as he still had an interest in her, she always had hope.
Caiyu no longer pushed Song Yinghuai to get up as before. Instead, she let the two of them stay in this ambiguous position and motioned for Song Yinghuai to raise his left wrist.
Song Yinghuai looked down at Caiyu for a long time. He could no longer find the previous aloofness and coldness. He was surprised but also inexplicably relieved.
This girl... was she really no longer angry or was her acting skills getting even better?
Song Yinghuai's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Finally, he raised his hand, and his body unconsciously sank a little. The firmness of his abdomen became even more obvious. Caiyu could even imagine the little prince's current state of excitement.
It was like a sharp blade, ready to pierce through the fabric at any moment and plunge into her body, splitting her in two.
Caiyu shivered and unconsciously swallowed hard. She was in a dilemma and didn't know whether she should move forward or backward.
"Why don't you continue?" Song Yinghuai held out his wrist leisurely.
He had propped himself up above Caiyu with one hand for a long time, but he showed no sign of fatigue. Caiyu could even see the prominent and tense muscles under his thin inner robe.
Caiyu's eyelashes fluttered as she gently wrapped the Buddhist beads around his wrist.
One turn.
Another turn...
There was no bandage on her fingertips. Her fingertips gently rubbed against Song Yinghuai's wrist, like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings on his skin.
Light and alluring.
The lamp was as dim as a bean. Song Yinghuai's upper body shadow fell on Caiyu's flawless face, making her appearance hazy and mysterious, like a figure in a painting.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, soft and delicate. Her somewhat sickly face looked fragile and beautiful, as if summoning Song Yinghuai to ravish her.
Song Yinghuai's arm hovering in the air gradually stiffened. He originally didn't intend to touch the sick girl, but this sick girl just wouldn't be quiet.
And his original firm decision to keep her at a distance had already failed when she took out that string of Buddhist beads.
Song Yinghuai's gaze stopped on her slightly parted lips.
Her lips were not as rosy as usual. She probably hadn't applied any lipstick, but they looked faintly pink and extremely tender, with a unique charm.
Song Yinghuai's heart skipped a beat, and some small and charming thoughts quietly emerged. He wouldn't touch her body, but just taking a small taste of these different pink lips should be okay, right?
Once this thought came up, it grew like a wildfire in his heart. Before he could even think, he had already captured the two lips he had been longing for.
Caiyu tightened her fingers but didn't move. She just gently closed her eyes, and her body trembled slightly.
What was she thinking about?
She was just a pawn sent to carry out a mission. Did she really expect her target to be someone who reciprocated her love?
She was being too presumptuous.
As long as she could make Song Yinghuai break his abstinence, what did her body and feelings matter?
Caiyu closed her eyes, lying beneath him. Her bandaged hands gently supported his arms on both sides. She slightly raised her upper body and tilted her head to respond.
Feeling her response, Song Yinghuai's lips became even hotter. After just a moment of entanglement, he stuck out his tongue.
Caiyu's mind went blank.
Her calm and aloof state of mind was immediately stirred into a muddy pool as soon as Song Yinghuai got closer.
Caiyu could even feel the tingling and itching on her lips. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan from her nose, and her whole body began to tremble again. Her body, which had been almost completely tamed, reacted on its own.
Song Yinghuai's tongue traced her lips carefully, as if he was savoring a delicious dessert, one touch after another.
These lipstick - free pink lips were indeed just as he had imagined, like light peach gum, and they tasted wonderful.
Song Yinghuai became more and more addicted. He felt that Caiyu, without the makeup today, was more to his liking.
He raised one hand and pinched Caiyu's chin, while the other hand supported the back of her neck. He leaned forward, with one knee on the outside of her thigh, leaving her almost no room to retreat.
Caiyu trembled all over, and her scalp began to tingle. She felt completely out of sorts.
Although they were still separated by the fabric, she already felt a tearing pain.
A strong sense of fear welled up in her heart.
If just this little bit was so painful, what if it was the whole thing?
The root of Caiyu's snow - white thigh was trembling. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. Her eyes were hazy as she felt Song Yinghuai's intense desire, as if he was about to launch an attack.
However, Song Yinghuai didn't seem to intend to go any further.
He just stopped there and began to focus on savoring her mouth, gently brushing over her pearl - like teeth one by one.
But this was torture for Caiyu.
That feeling was indescribably enchanting, and her body was filled with an endless sense of emptiness.
Coupled with the fact that her upper body was being thoroughly explored by Song Yinghuai, the sound of moisture was clearly audible in the silent and empty bedroom and echoed in her ears.
Before long, her body went limp, her breathing became hot, and her face turned red.
At this moment, some images flashed through Caiyu's mind. She always felt that she seemed to have lost some memories. Her bandaged hands seemed to have a mechanical memory. Unconsciously, they tightened and reached down, groping and trying to grab Song Yinghuai. They wandered.
However, Song Yinghuai let out a muffled groan. He was as fast as lightning and grabbed her restless wrist, pinning both of her hands above her head.
With her hands pinned down, Caiyu's chest was forced to stick tightly to his.
"My lord..."
Caiyu was almost on the verge of crying. Her body was so limp from the kisses that her nightgown had come loose. Her lips and teeth were filled with intermittent and powerless sobs.
But this time, Song Yinghuai restrained himself and said, "This time, just a kiss."
Caiyu was about to explode.
Was this just a kiss?
Where could she relieve the emptiness in her whole body?
But Song Yinghuai didn't dare to go any further. He didn't even dare to let his eyes move any lower from Caiyu's lips.
After all, he was also in a very bad state now, on the verge of exploding.
For a moment, he regretted his curiosity just now.
He shouldn't have tried to taste the difference between pink and red lips.
Now he was in a dilemma.
Hearing Song Yinghuai's words, Caiyu knew that nothing would happen today, and she was almost fuming with anger.
Who wanted to just kiss him?
Every time it got to this point, it just stopped abruptly!
Did he really have some kind of hidden illness?
Caiyu began to struggle with her hands that were pinned down. She wanted to break free.
If he didn't intend to go any further, how could she achieve her goal?
Feeling her intense resistance, Song Yinghuai grew even more aroused. He had to hold down her wriggling body that was driving him crazy and said hoarsely:
"Don't move."
Then he tightened his body and let her go.
As he pulled away slightly, a great sense of emptiness quickly filled Caiyu's mind.
Caiyu gave up struggling in frustration. She just lay there, staring blankly at the canopy of the bed, with tears glistening in her eyes...