Chapter 55: (Extra)
The clothes piled around her waist, forming soft snowdrifts, enveloping the beauty with colors superior to snow.
In fear that Song Pianxian might catch a cold and her condition might worsen, Feng Yuexian lifted the covers, leaned down, and laid herself and Song Pianxian into the warm bed together.
The quilt was soft and warm, and with the warm air, it became even more fragrant and sweet.
The brocade quilt covered the two of them.
The plum blossoms on the quilt seemed to come alive, floating and sinking, moving incessantly.
The thin snow-white garment on the quilt, like thin snow and floating mist, swayed with it.
Occasionally, with bigger movements, a gap appeared in the quilt, and a faint fragrance, along with a delicate and gentle hum, quietly emanated, enticing and charming.
Finally unable to bear the increasingly thick and hot quilt, the two of them both emerged from underneath.
Feng Yuexian carefully supported Song Pianxian’s head, allowing her to rest on the porcelain pillow.
On the porcelain pillow, the black hair scattered like raven feathers, messy and intertwined, slightly stained with sweat, sticking to her fair cheeks.
Feng Yuexian turned to the side, supporting her head with one hand, and used the other hand to push aside the wet hair on Song Pianxian’s face.
As if extremely fond of it but unsure how to express it, she called out softly:
“Pianxian.”
One call after another.
Song Pianxian breathed softly under the quilt, her chest gently rising and falling, still feeling some lingering sensations, remnants of earlier activities.
Especially on those two sharp points, which had been kissed and sucked until soaked through.
This body was extremely delicate; even a little friction would cause it to blush.
At the same time, it was also extremely sensitive.
Song Pianxian’s lower abdomen lightly contracted, her toes hooking in the quilt.
Originally wanting to scold Feng Yuexian, she now felt somewhat uncertain.
She whispered:
“Bring another blanket and stop being foolish.”
“Pianxian is so heartless,” Feng Yuexian said, her brows and eyes contented as she sighed softly.
“You’ve had enough fun; it’s time to rest.”
“Not enough,” Feng Yuexian leaned down, rubbing against Song Pianxian’s neck, her hand under the quilt not knowing where it had wandered.
Song Pianxian tilted her head back, the jade hairpin tapping lightly on the porcelain pillow.
In the darkness, Feng Yuexian’s voice was muffled and soft, as if containing something to say.
“…Please, Pianxian, just a little more.”
Under the cover of the night, amidst the piled brocade quilts, where the scent of sweat was thick.
The sound of the jade hairpin tapping on the pillow occasionally sounded, never ceasing.
Until Song Pianxian let out a muffled groan of pain, her voice wrapped in moisture.
Feng Yuexian got up from her, speaking near her lips:
“Did I hurt you?”
Song Pianxian shook her head:
“Not under my body…”
She shifted to the side, looking as if she were about to roll into Feng Yuexian’s arms, but Feng Yuexian, fearing something was wrong, didn’t take advantage and just gently supported her, looking under her.
Only then did she see a golden and silver incense ball on the soft quilt beneath Song Pianxian, emitting a fragrant warmth.
The incense ball was exquisitely pleasing, covered in hollow floral patterns, overflowing with fragrance, and exuding a musky scent.
The objects usually found among the bedclothes seemed to have sneaked up to the beauty to steal fragrance, rolling behind Song Pianxian at some point.
Feng Yuexian, pressing down on Song Pianxian, made her back lean against the scented ball, softening her back like cream.
A rosy red mark was pressed out.
“It sure knows where to choose.”
Song Pianxian hadn’t slept on her own yet.
An annoying thing.
Feng Yuexian grabbed the silver chain of the incense ball and casually threw it towards the foot of the bed.
The incense ball rolled and rolled on the quilt, only stopping when it reached the pile of cushions in the corner.
The scent wafted in the tent.
Feng Yuexian covered the red mark with her fingertip, carefully tracing over it, her voice low:
“Does it hurt?”
With a barely-there touch, it stirred up a slight tingling sensation, running rampant over Song Pianxian’s body.
Song Pianxian shivered under her touch, and Feng Yuexian’s pleasure vanished. She reached for her robe, got up, intending to summon the imperial physician.
The light muslin robe fluttered in the bed curtain, one end enveloping Feng Yuexian’s graceful figure, while the other brushed against Song Pianxian’s hand.
Song Pianxian grasped the thin gauze and, following its strength, sat up, leaning closer to Feng Yuexian’s back.
“Hmm?”
Feng Yuexian was very sensitive to breath and thought Song Pianxian had something to say. She turned to look behind her:
“I’ll go summon the imperial—”
The rest of Feng Yuexian’s words were silenced between their lips, swallowed by Song Pianxian.
Song Pianxian turned her shoulder, tilting her head to kiss.
A light touch, silently.
As the bed curtain hung low to the ground, after scattering the flowery canopy, the two side shadows merged into one, noses almost touching, strands of hair entwined.
Just because the person in front of her actively approached her, even a simple closeness was enough to move one’s soul.
After a few breaths, Song Pianxian withdrew slightly.
Feng Yuexian, intoxicated, half-opened her eyes, as if being pulled, followed along.
Song Pianxian’s index finger pressed against her lower lip.
White as jade against crimson, the color was enticing.
Blush tinted Song Pianxian’s cheeks, like thin clouds, while her tea-colored pupils held shimmering ripples. The color at the corners of her eyes was particularly captivating.
But she was very calm, her voice short and forceful:
“That’s enough.”
This gesture was a response, a reward, and at the same time, a stop sign.
It’s been enough, enough indulgence.
Feng Yuexian finally woke up from her slight intoxication.
She opened her eyes, black pupils like a deep pool into which small stones were thrown, causing ripples to spread.
Not enough yet.
Thinking of Song Pianxian’s initiative just now, Feng Yuexian narrowed her eyes, satisfied yet greedy.
Feng Yuexian fixed her gaze on Song Pianxian, like a big cat that had tasted a bit of meat, assessing the likelihood of a successful hunt.
Restless, eager to try.
“Be good.”
Song Pianxian said again, her tone somewhat helpless.
However, even she was surprised by how she was speaking to Feng Yuexian.
She softened her voice and added:
“Okay?”
In the darkness, Feng Yuexian’s voice was low, as if a faint hum escaped from her breath, yet it also sounded like a suggestive low moan.
Song Pianxian didn’t hear clearly.
But Feng Yuexian’s warm breath sprayed onto her fingers, and she realized she was still leaning against Feng Yuexian.
She tried to withdraw her hand, but her lips underneath quietly parted.
Her fingertips suddenly sank into warmth and moisture, sliding up to the second joint.
The long finger sank completely into the softness and smoothness.
The fertile spring water surrounded her finger, flowing freely.
As her finger sank deeper into the softer territory, everything felt soft, with the softest part at the bottom.
It was like a pearl, pure and firm, wrapped tightly by tender flesh.
Honey was oozing.
All of this happened in a very short time, capturing all attention.
Before Song Pianxian could react, Feng Yuexian actively used her soft tongue to guide Song Pianxian’s finger out.
Just before the fingertip was released from the spring water, Feng Yuexian gently sucked.
“Okay.”
She finally gave an answer, in the darkness, satisfaction evident in her eyes and brows.
For Song Pianxian, there was nothing wrong with speaking to herself like this.
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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Thank you for the chapter!