Chapter 40: Rain and Dew Period
Chu Yi’s gaze unconsciously fell on Sheng Qianheng’s lips, and his Adam’s apple bobbed…
The sound of him swallowing was all he could hear. It wasn’t until Sheng Qianheng’s breath fanned across his nose that Chu Yi came back to his senses. He was already so close to Sheng Qianheng.
He looked up, and the moment he met Sheng Qianheng’s eyes, he felt a scorching heat. He immediately turned his head and moved back.
But he had only moved an inch before his chin was pinched by Sheng Qianheng. “What were you thinking about just now? Hmm?”
Chu Yi lowered his eyes, unwilling to look up at Sheng Qianheng. But the slightly upward lilt of Sheng Qianheng’s voice by his ear seemed to carry a hint of bewitchment, drilling straight into his heart. He pressed his lips together, silent.
The two were extremely close. Chu Yi felt his heartbeat grow louder. His already chaotic thoughts were jumbled into a mess at this moment, and he couldn’t think at all…
Seeing that Chu Yi seemed to be avoiding him, Sheng Qianheng had no choice but to retreat half a step and press again, “A-Yi, what were you thinking about just now?”
Chu Yi couldn’t stand Sheng Qianheng’s low voice. He raised a hand to his chest, trying to slow his already disobedient heartbeat.
After taking a deep breath, he finally looked up, and in the faint candlelight, he met Sheng Qianheng’s eyes. He spoke at an extremely fast pace, “I want to kiss you…”
Sheng Qianheng let out a soft chuckle and said, word by word, “I… also… want to…”
Chu Yi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. A few days ago, he had been unconsciously afraid of Sheng Qianheng. But why was he not afraid today? Had the influence of the nightmare from these past few days faded?
Hearing the three words that came out of Sheng Qianheng’s mouth, his heart unconsciously sped up.
Sheng Qianheng slowly reached out and wrapped his arms around Chu Yi’s waist. With a sudden force, Chu Yi was already sitting on him.
“May I kiss you? A-Yi?”
Chu Yi blinked. His head was already throbbing, and the world was spinning. He was so stunned by the question that he didn’t know how to react at all.
“Sheng Qianheng, do you love me…”
“Ah?” Sheng Qianheng was a little dazed. “Why do you suddenly ask this?”
Chu Yi closed his eyes, trying to calm himself, and slowly explained, “Lady Lu told me a lot today. She said that at first, she and Lu Wenhan fell in love at first sight, and their feelings grew secretly. Not long after, they arranged for a marriage, and she married into the Lu family, becoming the matriarch. Perhaps at that time, there was some deep affection between them. But at some point, Lu Wenhan began to see her as a pawn to climb the ladder of power. Even when she was bullied by others, he was indifferent; even when she knelt and begged, he was unmoved; even when she was pregnant with another’s child, he refused to let her have an abortion and let others continue to play with her, which led to the unfortunate miscarriage… Lu Wenhan turned a deaf ear to all of this. How could such a cold-hearted person make a weak woman suffer all these years without going mad?
If a person’s heart can be so cold, how can one be sure of the love between people? So-called mutual affection is just a joke.”
Sheng Qianheng’s brows furrowed unconsciously. He knew that Lu Wenhan doted on his concubine and neglected his wife, but he didn’t know he was such a beast.
“A-Yi, that’s all Lu Wenhan’s doing… How can you doubt that there is no sincere love in the world just because of one person’s actions?”
Chu Yi nodded. He knew.
In this ancient era where one could have three wives and four concubines, love might really exist, but a person’s heart could change in an instant, and changing one’s heart was as easy as flipping one’s face, with no price to pay…
But there were countless people like Lady Lu in that teahouse, who thought they had found a good man but were discarded like a worn-out shoe.
He raised a hand to caress Sheng Qianheng’s cheek and asked, “Sheng Qianheng, you just asked if I love you. But if what I want is one person for a lifetime, can you promise me that?”
“Don’t interrupt me…” Seeing that Sheng Qianheng seemed to want to reply, Chu Yi immediately stopped him. “I know you are the emperor, and there are many things you can’t control… I’m not trying to force you. It’s just that if you get tired of me one day, just let me go. I, Chu Yi, am not the kind of person who clings on.”
Sheng Qianheng looked at Chu Yi’s gradually reddening eyes and couldn’t help but be moved. He was the emperor. He wanted to hold Chu Yi in the palm of his hand, and he would have no regrets even if there were thousands of obstacles.
He hated his indifferent father’s three palaces and six courtyards. And his imperial brothers had fought to the death for the throne, leaving some dead and some disabled…
He pulled Chu Yi into his embrace, slowly rubbing the back of his neck. “A-Yi, as long as you don’t leave, I won’t abandon you. Trust me.”
Chu Yi closed his eyes, smelling the scent on Sheng Qianheng, trying not to be carried away by his emotions. “Sheng Qianheng, what I want is one person for a lifetime…”
Sheng Qianheng: “I know. Trust me, it will definitely happen!”
Chu Yi hummed faintly.
Both of them were silent. No one spoke. Only the candlelight flickered gently in the breeze. The candlelight, under the gentle caress of the night wind, cast their faces in a light that added a bit of tranquility and depth.
For some reason, tears welled up in Chu Yi’s eyes. Just as he lowered his head, Sheng Qianheng cupped his face with both hands, making them look at each other.
Sheng Qianheng pressed his forehead against Chu Yi’s, kissed the corner of his eye, and said, “Don’t hide from me and cry… You are my wife. If you feel wronged, you can tell me.”
For some reason, Chu Yi seemed to be moved by Sheng Qianheng’s firm words at this moment. He believed him for now. Sheng Qianheng probably loved him.
He looked up and kissed Sheng Qianheng’s lips, pecking lightly.
The candlelight seemed to be able to capture their movements, casting their shadows clearly on the floor.
Chu Yi felt his breathing become more and more rapid, as if he were in a raging fire, his whole body being roasted. Sweat trickled down his forehead and neck…
In a moment, Sheng Qianheng held him tightly in his arms, tasting every flavor in his mouth.
At some point, both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat.
Chu Yi’s thoughts were muddled. He only felt that the heat in his body was difficult to dissipate.
Sheng Qianheng smelled the passion in the Danshen scent and immediately picked him up and walked toward the bed.
But to his dismay, Chu Yi whispered in his ear, “I haven’t bathed yet…”
Sheng Qianheng tried his best to calm his breathing and ordered someone to prepare the bathwater.
He placed Chu Yi in front of the bed, squatted down to take off his boots. The silver bracelet he hadn’t seen in a long time came into view. He couldn’t help but say, “It really suits you the best.”
Chu Yi licked his lips and looked down at the bracelet on his ankle. If Sheng Qianheng hadn’t mentioned it, he would have forgotten about it. “I can’t take it off. Can you take it off?”
Sheng Qianheng shook his head and chuckled softly. “It looks very good on you.”
Chu Yi tilted his head, lifted his foot slightly, and shook his ankle. The bells made a crisp sound.
The bathwater was ready in a moment. Sheng Qianheng picked up Chu Yi again and walked toward the bathtub behind the screen.
The bathtub was not spacious, and it was a bit of a squeeze for two adult men. Chu Yi sat inside, wearing only a thin inner robe.
Because the water was a little hot, Chu Yi felt even hotter.
The silver bracelet seemed to be even brighter in the water. Chu Yi was about to raise his hand to touch it but was caught by Sheng Qianheng’s interlocked fingers.
He looked back at Sheng Qianheng’s profile, puzzled.
Sheng Qianheng raised his hand, scooped up some water with his palm, and poured it over Chu Yi’s shoulder.
Then he placed a gentle kiss.
Chu Yi felt that Sheng Qianheng’s every move could lower the heat in his body a little. He unconsciously leaned against him.
Sheng Qianheng was as calm as a gentleman, wholeheartedly serving Chu Yi in his bath, with no hint of recklessness. It wasn’t until he wrapped his arms around Chu Yi’s waist, lifted him up, and had him sit facing him.
The inner robe was already soaked and clung to Chu Yi’s almost snow-white skin, making him feel uncomfortable. He took it off casually.
Sheng Qianheng’s eyes instantly burned like torches, his Adam’s apple bobbing several times. He slowly touched the silver bracelet, holding it up out of the water…
Water droplets slid down the bracelet, dripping onto the surface of the water and creating ripples.
Chu Yi felt the silver bracelet was very uncomfortable and whimpered, “Sheng Qianheng, my leg hurts!”
Sheng Qianheng leaned in slightly, his red lips parted gently, and he kissed Chu Yi’s lips, wantonly plundering his breath.
The silver bracelet had long since slipped from his hand, falling into the water and splashing a lot.
Chu Yi felt as if he had returned to that night. His thoughts were hazy, and he only knew that the person before him was Sheng Qianheng…
Only Sheng Qianheng could solve all his discomfort and confusion.
He barely managed to say, “I’m hot… I don’t want to wash anymore.”
Sheng Qianheng immediately stood up and carried him out of the bathtub.
Chu Yi was different from usual today. He felt no discomfort. It wasn’t until he was gently placed on the bed that he whimpered and complained softly.
The scent of Danshen instantly filled the bedchamber. No matter how much Zhuǎnrìlián tried to cover it, it couldn’t hide its rich aroma.
Sheng Qianheng only felt that his nose was filled with Chu Yi’s xìnxiāng. The desire that had been suppressed for a long time was almost uncontrollable. He peeled away Chu Yi’s black hair and bit down on his gland.
Chu Yi no longer knew what pain was. He only knew that he was consumed by heat.
He wanted more, more…
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Yi suddenly felt a heat on his cheek. His wandering thoughts suddenly returned, and his scattered pupils gradually focused. What he saw was Sheng Qianheng’s tear-filled eyes.
He reached out and wiped away his tears with the back of his hand. “A-Heng… why are you crying?”
Sheng Qianheng leaned down and took his lips into his mouth. “Brother A-Yi, I didn’t mean to.”
Chu Yi was puzzled. “Why are you apologizing…”
Although Sheng Qianheng was regretful, the movements of his hands did not slow down.
He squeezed Chu Yi’s waist hard and sobbed, “This time, you might really get pregnant… You’re in your Rain and Dew Period, and your womb has no protection…”
Chu Yi was instantly silent.
Seeing that Chu Yi was ignoring him, Sheng Qianheng thought that he was angry with him. But since it had already been done, it was no use.
He lifted Chu Yi’s hand and slapped his own face. “If you’re angry, then hit me…”
Chu Yi’s lower abdomen rose and fell with his breathing. He immediately withdrew his hand and said in a low voice, “What’s the use of hitting you? Can it make up for the mistake?”
Sheng Qianheng leaned down and hugged Chu Yi, kissing the side of his neck. He said to himself, “Brother, it’s not so easy for a male Kunze to get pregnant. Let me help you draw it out.”
Chu Yi had not felt any discomfort before, but the sudden discomfort made him afraid. He propped himself up slightly, looked at Sheng Qianheng’s sweat-drenched face, and scolded, “Don’t be like this anymore!”
He still had some reason left and naturally knew what had happened when his lower abdomen swelled.
It was he who had taken the initiative to kiss Sheng Qianheng, which had led to the current situation…
He struggled to raise his hand and pinch Sheng Qianheng’s chin, his breath unsteady. “Don’t spoil the mood… Sheng Qianheng!”
…………
The few small bells on the silver bracelet in the room tinkled all night.
