Chapter 592: Does it taste sour? (1/2)
Chapter 592: Does it taste sour?
Though it didn’t seem like Long Feiye had used any strength, Han Yunxi found herself unable to move while pressed against his chest. She didn’t need to come so close to smell the fumes of vinegar rising off him. She could smell him from a mile away!
“Answer your lordship’s question,” Long Feiye’s serious tone seem to boom from his chest, his voice a little hoarse. The sound made the tips of Han Yunxi’s ears turn red. She wasn’t a stranger to his voice when it was like this. If this was the past, her mind would have gone blank already, but this time was different. Rather than the silly airhead of the past, she was more sincere and true to self now.
“He’s already gone, but you still smell so sour!” Han Yunxi was still smiling.
Long Feiye’s unhappiness was written all over his face. “You’re not going to answer me…is that it?”
“You answer me first!” Han Yunxi’s voice was muffled against his chest, almost as if it could reach his heart.
“Yes!” Long Feiye admittedly openly, leaving Han Yunxi at a loss for words. She didn’t know what to say next.
“Big bro!” Tang Li’s voice drifted over as he and Chu Xifeng entered with wide strides. They had hidden in the shadows to watch Great General Ning off before backtracking to the rooms. Both of them had plenty of views to share on the man. But who knew they’d walk in on a private moment instead?
Tang Li subconsciously covered his mouth as he realized he had ruined the moment. Still, Long Feiye acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing despite how loud he’d spoken. Instead, it was Han Yunxi who tried to look at Tang Li, but found herself pinned motionless.
Both Tang Li and Chu Xifeng exchanged glances before tactfully withdrawing from the room. The moment they backed out of the door, they witnessed Long Feiye lifting Han Yunxi’s chin and giving her a furious kiss!
Actually, this wasn’t the first time. Tang Li remembered seeing this happen once in the past, while Chu Xifeng could remember multiple other instances. In any case, both of them had realized that while the Duke of Qin was a very conservative man, his requirements for reservation only extended to others. He himself acted completely on his impulses when it came to Han Yunxi!
Fortunately, Long Feiye’s coachman wasn’t present, or else he definitely would have chimed in with, He really does it whenever he wants!
Silence fell upon the vast hall. Long Feiye was leaning in his chair, Han Yunxi riding atop him. Actually, he’d pinned her there with his arms, bending down to meet her upraised head with his lips. His kisses against her lips were a mixture of passion and punishment, both demanding and rewarding her at the same time. Somewhere down the line, he had let go of her chin in favor of cradling the back of her head to draw her closer. Meanwhile, Han Yunxi had stopped pushing against his chest as well, wishing to draw closer in turn.
What vinegar? What questions? What jokes or serious tones? Everything melted away before the union of their restless lips. Sometimes his kisses were gentle, but this time they were obviously rough. His movements grew more and more heated like a beast, surging up almost too violently for her to take. In the midst of their tangle, he allowed her a few seconds to breathe before kissing her stormily anew. After an indeterminate amount of time, he finally felt satisfied and let her go, allowing her to lean against her chest. Han Yunxi’s mouth gasped for breath as fought for breath again.
Every time she was bullied, she always told herself that there wouldn’t be a second time and to not provoke this man again, but she would always forget and eat her words. Actually, despite her quick breaths, his heartbeats were even quicker as she rested against his chest. She could clearly hear it pounding with her ears. After resting for a while, he finally managed to asked in a cold tone, “Did you taste it?”
“What?” she asked automatically.
He creased his brows again before lifting her chin so she was staring at him. Arching one eyebrow, he asked, “Is it sour? Do you want another taste?”
So he was just giving me a taste of his jealousy?
She finally understood his meaning before her face turned scarlet. Slapping his hand away, she averted her gaze from him. How can he ask me such things with a straight face?!
Tsundere! She labeled him silently.
Does this count as subduing a woman, too? He would always wonder such things after each kissing session left her breathless and exhausted. Perhaps it was because he held too many secrets, or perhaps it was because he couldn’t offer her any more, but he still felt a sense of distance from Han Yunxi when he held her in his arms.
Han Yunxi, if the story of 100 steps really exists, how many steps does your lordship still need to take?
Neither of them spoke, their silence masking the thoughts in their heads as they held onto each other. Whether it was teasing each other or acting wicked, both of them always tacitly agreed to the moves of the other!
A long time later, Han Yunxi finally spoke up. “Long Feiye, the more I looked at that Ning fellow back then, the stranger I found him! We probably have to take 30 percent off of our guess.”
Long Feiye had raised the 50 percent chance to 70 percent of Great General Ning being part of the Di Clan thanks to the fourth imperial son’s visit and words. Now Han Yunxi had reduced it back to 40 percent.