76 The Blue Danube (1/2)
”I (broken biscuit..) like you. I think of you (hole) every night, ignore (hole). I am the best (broken biscuit) for you. Your. (hole) wishes for your happiness every day...”
”Such a smart pig,” Meng Fuyao exclaimed, ”Your keywords are missing; what an implicit and unconventional way of confessing!”
Lord Yuan Bao rolled his eyes. 'How would I have known what words I needed? Most of them were already half eaten!'
Yuan Zhaoxu, the confessed, attentively read the ”biscuit love letter” with an enigmatic smile. Lord Yuan Bao blinked a few times at him, his tiny little heart pounding irregularly.
After a long while, Yuan Zhaoxu finally finished reading. He calmly folded and rolled the piece of paper, tucking it into his sleeves. Lord Yuan Bao's eyes immediately lit up in surprise.
”Υuan Bao, ah...”
Yuan Bao pricked up his ears.
”Your word recognition ability has improved... Has someone been giving you lessons lately?”
Lord Yuan Bao shyly nodded his head.
”It's quite well-written.”
Lord Yuan Bao looked intoxicated...
”Write 3,000 words next time, and I will think about it.”
After breaking his little heart, Yuan Zhaoxu invited him back to the box to continue his lessons. With pitiful eyes, Meng Fuyao sent Yuan Bao off, waving a handkerchief and laughing, ”Ooh, next event: A Lolita is about to pounce on a big wolf...”
Yuan Zhaoxu lay rested on his chair and looked at her lazily, his gorgeous black eyes glistening under the bright lights.
Meng Fuyao laughed sinisterly for a long while, and upon realizing that Student Yuan was paying no heed, she started, resentfully, ”Close your eyes, I will show you a magic trick.”
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled. ”You have many tricks up your sleeves today.”
Meng Fuyao shrugged. ”If I am to do something, I'll go all the way. This is something I've learned from Grandma Qiong Yao.” She covered Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes and smiled. ”Wait for me.” Then, she entered a secret door.
With eyes blindfolded, Yuan Zhaoxu nodded his head slightly. There was a vague smile on his face. What kind of person was he? A piece of cloth wasn't going to hinder his sharp senses. He heard fragments of sounds coming from the other side of the room. It was the sound of clothes being taken off – the soft and smooth satin rubbing against the similarly smooth skin. There was also the sound of long hair falling gently and then being held together. He could also hear the crisp sound of shoe heels knocking against the floor, and something else he couldn't determine. It was a prolonged glissando, sounding like something was being tugged at and pulled. It was accompanied by Meng Fuyao's light breathing, which sounded like ripples so tender that they could cause hearts to tremble.
It was a pity that this sensation was quickly being interrupted by consecutive murmurs, ”...what the hell, this is so tight...”, ”Damn. I need to lose weight...”, ”This collar... this collar... god damn it, Yaoxun....”, ”You call these shoes? These are foot binders!”
Yuan Zhaoxu couldn't resist letting out a laugh. He then heard the sound of cloth dragging across the carpet. He then felt a pair of hands reaching over to lightly to undo the blindfold.
The radiance of springtime came pouring in, and in an instant, the fully bloomed Bougainvillea paled in comparison.
In spite of everything, Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes first fell upon a snow white, as well as a delicate, cleavage.
That was a shallow line of an arc, but it carried the color of a mountain that had yet to be snowed on, and the smooth texture of the best jade. It was simply the most tempting outline that God could have ever created for mankind, and one stroke was enough to display that.
On top of that amazing contour was a big dazzling piece of white that was joined by a slender jade-like neck to form the perfect sculpture.
Despite how calm and collected Yuan Zhaoxu usually was, he couldn't help the redness that emerged on his face. Yet, careless Meng Fuyao hadn't even noticed that she had exposed her bosom when bending over. She stood up and took two steps back before removing her outer garment. She then faced Yuan Zhaoxu and made a graceful court etiquette.
Amid the rays of light reflected from the bright crystal, there was an even more luminous human figurine - a court dance skirt – a fiery red silk fabric with gold and silver flower embroidery – tightly wrapped around her upper body, sewn with black pearl tassels emphasizing her slim waist, ample chest and graceful silhouette. The base of the skirt flared, revealing a substantial amount of garment. Each fold was embroidered with pearl-white threads that ran against dark threads to form an intricate design. Between her moves, the base whirled and twinkled, resembling a dream that dispersed endless layers of emotions.
Her dark, cloud-like hair was held up by a simple but elegant cornelian hairpin. She gracefully pulled back her hair and allowed some strands to hang loose, disclosing even more of her bright and clean forehead that was as pure as crystal.
Meng Fuyao smiled, and her aura – mysterious, elegant, grand, graceful and lavish – easily drowned out the entire room full of dazzling crystal and magnificent gems.
She was one of those who suited the fiery red color she had on. Be it her ivory white skin tone, jet black hair, and eyes, or her inherently distinct and glowing demeanor, all of these complemented each other well, bringing her closer to perfection.
Yuan Zhaoxu looked at her as if looking at a statue of a goddess, which had been concealed behind the muslin for a long time and was finally being unveiled.