Chapter 363: Chapter 362: A Man Like Him Could Steal Her Soul
Zou Residence was thrown into chaos.
After Wei Xiheng was out of harm’s way, the Zou family paid him no more mind, leaving only the house doctor and a servant to attend to him.
At the moment, both attendants fainted and collapsed onto the ground.
The Zou Family gatekeeper witnessed Cui Yun carrying the girl onto the Marquis Mansion’s carriage, yet now, Shen Hua sat on the round stool inside the room, having washed off her rouge, pure and clean.
Lips red and teeth white, she was stunningly beautiful.
The girl lightly tapped her toes on the ground again and again, unable to suppress a sneeze.
Cui Yun frowned, worried that she was catching a cold.
Yet she spoke sternly.
"It must be the little ghost cursing me!"
"Earlier, when Ji Qing was taking her back, she was quite unwilling."
"But it was your order, not mine. She is really unreasonable."
These words were not meant to drive a wedge.
Because in truth, Cui Rong was indeed cursing her.
The little girl couldn’t bear to say a word against Cui Yun, yet found every opportunity to scold Shen Hua.
Cui Yun sipped his tea and said nonchalantly, "I’ll punish her later."
Shen Hua was about to nod, but then she remembered the sigh he had recently heaved.
—Still not enough.
A woman naturally wants to indulge her man. The girl was quite troubled by this, scratching her head dryly and responding generously.
"Never mind, in the end, I will be a new bride of the Cui family; sacrifices must be made."
Cui Yun looked up, his expression bland as he faced her.
Shen Hua met his gaze, noticing not a hint of emotion, and couldn’t help but humbly seek advice.
"Is that not right?"
Cui Yun simply stated, "It’s good that Miss Shen has this understanding."
"There’s no need for sacrifice, do you think you are marrying into a den of wolves and tigers?"
The man’s expression was cold, yet seemed to have been dragged into the mortal world, his words carrying a bit of warmth.
As for love talk, Shen Hua couldn’t compare to Cui Yun, yet she was particularly serious and didn’t want to be outdone. The girl’s hand hidden beneath her sleeve loosened, then tightened, then released again.
Unintentionally, she glanced at the people fainting inside the room, "Will they wake up halfway?"
"They won’t."
Cui Yun’s voice was cold, "If they wake up, it would probably take 15 minutes."
The words had just dropped, and the girl across him sprung over, her small face blushed as if dyed with intoxicating red, trying such a thing for the first time, she inevitably felt nervous, also fearing that Yingwu might come now, her soft boneless hand clasping tightly onto Cui Yun’s collar, she leaned in for a kiss.
She placed a kiss on the side of the man’s face.
It was juvenile, an initiative from the girl that broke off upon touch.
This tightened his throat. Cui Yun concealed the deep possessiveness in his eyes.
As she let go, ready to retreat, yet pretending to keep her composure, "Then this should be enough."
"You also don’t overstep, that’s enough, I—"
The rest of her words stayed in her throat, as she was abruptly pulled back by an unavoidable force.
Desire grew under his cool demeanor. Cui Yun’s eyes dark and unfathomable, he intensely pinched the girl’s lip corner: "That’s not enough."
One after another, testing patiently.
This side of him could hook her soul.
Shen Hua’s eyes momentarily lost focus. Her eyelashes trembled lightly, her heart trembling along. Ultimately, she willingly fell into his trap.
She asked softly.
"Then... what would be enough?"
Cui Yun lazily lifted his eyes, blocking her lips.
The kiss was heavy, delving deep, not leaving her any space to breathe. He intertwined forcefully, recklessly.
The first time he restrained and endured, yet each time his kisses grew more intense.
The air at Shen Hua’s nose felt thin, her heart seemed tightly clenched, unstable.
She wanted to escape, yet she couldn’t bring herself to.
Her breath turned rapid; the touch between her lips and teeth was soul-stirring, her hands unsure where to rest, finally clinging onto his shoulder for support.
This half-leaning posture with her chin being lifted made standing strenuous, and Shen Hua’s body trembled, soon collapsing into his arms.
Cui Yun stepped back, leaning against her forehead. His moist fingertips teasingly and slowly wiped away the watery hue from the girl’s crimson lip corners.
Shen Hua gasped lightly, her body going limp from his provocative action.
"This is how it should be."
In a husky voice, he said: "Miss Shen, you should be more careful. This is outside after all."
Shen Hua’s beautiful almond eyes were misty, and her fingertips reddened.
Hearing this, she didn’t know what to say for a moment. It took a while to find her voice again.
"Are you blaming me? You are the one without self-control. If someone sees this, I’m the one at disadvantage."
As soon as she spoke, she realized her voice was soft and mellow, unlike her usual tone.
Shen Hua awkwardly closed her mouth.
"I’m the one lacking self-control," he admitted.
Cui Yun rubbed Shen Hua’s lips again.
"Accepted it, don’t want to change, can’t change it."
He said: "Presented cat at the doorstep, if you can’t resist, just bear with it a bit."
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When Yingwu carried Ji Shimin back, the room was very quiet.
Upon entering the room, she saw Lord Cui and Miss Shen standing far apart, seemingly distant enough to fit six Cui Rong between them.
Cui Yun still had an indifferent and detached demeanor, as if he didn’t care about anything.
While Shen Hua kept her head down, her red lips parting and closing.
With sharp ears, Yingwu heard her reciting the Heart Clarity Spell.
"Net embroidery includes five types, net embroidery, Ice Pattern Needle, cross-stitch, Guihua Needle, pine needle."
"Net embroidery, also known as pattern needle embroidery, belongs to a rare kind of embroidery with flexible variations and clear beautiful patterns."
Constructed with horizontal, vertical, and diagonal lines, interlocking and complexly arranged. The patterns of net embroidery alone are numerous.
"Ice Pattern Embroidery uses various angles of lines to form an ice-crack-like needle method, suitable for embroidering vein-like objects. Must pay attention to the arrangement of lines without rectangular or long square grids."
"Cross-stitch requires a grid or uniformly thick and thin fabric, emphasizing dark ground color with light embroidery thread, or light ground color with dark embroidery thread."
"Pine needle..."
Yingwu’s head ached as she listened.
She could understand perfectly well, yet it was as if she didn’t grasp it at all.
The burning heat on Shen Hua’s face also completely dissipated.
On the couch, Wei Xiheng, though despicable in character, had a decent sleeping posture. He lay there quietly.
Yingwu tossed Ji Shimin next to him, then respectfully turned around, waiting for Cui Yun’s order.
Before Cui Yun spoke, Shen Hua approached with tiny steps.
She had thought of pairing the two when she attended the banquet.
Yet she never expected Ji Shimin always managed to present herself.
Shen Hua recalled, a few days ago, she had visited the kitchen of Duke Chaoyangling Mansion out of a whim to see the kitchen maid who had once taken care of Xue Tuan.
Before she even entered, she heard a group of women inside talking coarsely.
—She was foolish, and so was the man she married. Half a year into marriage, yet still no martial relations. It’s no surprise, with no elders to guide them, their nights spent clothed together.
No wonder she wasn’t pregnant.
Because she was always dressed.
Thinking she understood the conversation, Shen Hua unhesitatingly ordered: "Strip her completely."
"Yes."
Shen Hua looked satisfied observing the two unconscious people, positioned in an intimate embrace by Yingwu, and she seriously nodded: "This way, they are considered united."
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