But he didn’t.
He rely looked at her face, also tinged with a bit of drunkenness, flushed cheeks and those hazy eyes, remained silent for a mont, and softly said, "Why did you hesitate just now?"
"..."
"When elder brother asked you."
Shang Ruyi’s breath hitched.
"I didn’t—"
She instinctively wanted to deny it, but imdiately swallowed the words back.
She understood that soone like Yu Wenye, even if he really drank nine jars of Nine Brewed Spring like Yu Wenquan did that night years ago, could never truly get drunk. People born into such aristocratic families would never let themselves go at the drinking table, lose their poise or dignity, and certainly not completely lose themselves or their consciousness.
Thus, that mont of hesitation she had, he really saw it clearly.
Even though she changed her answer later.
Shang Ruyi’s gaze was suddenly a bit unsettled; she instinctively lowered her head, but Yu Wenye abruptly flipped over. Caught off guard, Shang Ruyi felt as if the world spun for a mont, and she was pressed down onto the bed beneath him, with no chance to evade or escape. Another hand reached over, pinched her chin, lifting her face gently towards him.
Shang Ruyi looked up and t those eyes that looked at her as if a fierce beast hunting, burning with heat.
He gazed at her: "Why?"
"..."
The two were so close that even a thin layer of clothing couldn’t hide the touch of skin. She had nowhere to hide her thoughts.
Shang Ruyi didn’t speak anymore. Those small hands that had been wrapped around his neck slowly slid down his solid, well-defined back. Yu Wenye seed to sense sothing. Just as he frowned, Shang Ruyi’s slender fingertips, through the thin fabric, touched a sudden protrusion.
It was a scar.
Yu Wenye’s expression tensed. Before he could say anything, Shang Ruyi’s hand slid to the side again, tracing another one along the path of mory.
Then another.
Those were scars left from the ti he got hit by three arrows from Hua Ziyang while saving Empress Jiang during the fall of Luoyang.
In fact, not just these three, earlier at Ban Yan Temple, when they were bare and intimate, she had touched more than one scar on his body.
His title "Unmatched in the world" wasn’t earned by the status of being the second son of the Duke Mansion.
But from leading the charge in every fierce battle, fighting bloody combats.
Seeing Shang Ruyi’s expression beco more and more grave, and her eyes welling up with a mist of tears, Yu Wenye’s brow furrowed. Before he could say anything, Shang Ruyi softly said, "I know it surely doesn’t hurt you now."
"..."
"But if you get hurt again, it will still hurt."
"..."
"I would feel the sa."
Hearing her words, a sharp light flashed in Yu Wenye’s eyes, understanding imdiately: "So, you were late because you t with him. He told you these things, didn’t he?"
Shang Ruyi nodded gently.
Yu Wenye said, "He made you worry about ?"
Shang Ruyi said, "I was already worried about you."
"..."
The originally cold eyes suddenly softened almost imperceptibly; Yu Wenye’s expression gradually eased. He slowly bent down, leaning closer to look at the petite woman beneath him, her cheeks flushed, eyes wandering, clearly having been the one who initiated, lighting the fla, yet now appearing all bashful and innocent.
Yu Wenye couldn’t help but curve a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
She was smart.
She could see through the other’s intentions at a glance, just as they say — "I will not do what my enemy desires," even if what was said was her very concern, she still considers the bigger picture, not letting lingering affections hinder important matters at this mont.
Yet, she was also foolish.
Knowing there might be danger, but still insisting on staying by his side...
Thinking of this, his breath unintentionally beca hotter, and the earlier simring scent of wine between them now intensified, almost intoxicating Shang Ruyi. She instinctively raised her hand to push against Yu Wenye’s chest pressing down, hoping to gain a sliver of breathing space, only to have her hand caught by him.
Then, holding her slender, fair hand, he brought it gently to his lips.
A kiss fell upon her palm.
For so reason, even though it was just a kiss on the palm, not even a sensitive place, yet the mont it was captured by his warm lips, Shang Ruyi trembled all over.
Her heart seed to co alive suddenly, beating intensely.
When she looked up again, she t his eyes, shimring with wine vapor, gradually turning red.
He gazed at the person beneath him, those eyes filled with aggression, like an elegant yet formidable fierce beast eyeing its prey, already powerless to resist, pondering where to take the first bite.
As his gaze finally settled on those cherry-red lips, slightly swollen from today’s ordeals, he slowly bent down, his lips inching closer to those trembling lips, almost about to experience her softness and sweetness again, but suddenly stopped at the very mont Shang Ruyi’s heart was pounding out of her chest.
He looked into her eyes and softly asked, "May I?"
"..."
Shang Ruyi’s breath caught.
At this mont, her face was burning and hot, almost set ablaze, not understanding why Yu Wenye would ask such a question at this point—
Was he teasing her?
But the next second, eting his gaze again, she seed to understand sothing.
This was their first closeness since the near fallout after the fall of Luoyang.
He was indeed covered in wounds, how could she not also be?
Moreover, after the calamitous upheaval in Jiangdu Palace, she even had a miscarriage, such imnse pain not only made her lose heart but almost cost her life; and those days of fragile shattering evidently left a significant shadow on the man before her, so much so that at this mont, in the height of passion, he still asked her first—
May I?
The long-lasting bitterness in her heart and the surge of emotions in her chest intertwined turbulently at this mont. Shang Ruyi gently raised her slender pale arms, once again wrapping around his neck, bringing her lips close to his.
Softly said, "I want you..."
The final "you" was swallowed fiercely by the man before her.
He seed to have entirely ripped apart the calm and elegant facade, revealing his fierce hungry true self. His burning large hands road over this body that had long belonged to him. The fair and smooth skin trembled under his broad palms, yet could only rise and fall with his breath.
The night, gradually deepened...
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