234: Chapter 234 Shameless

Talking about discussing and composing poetry at the same time; in the end, that high-quality Hui ink and Xuan paper all became his tools for mischief, and he did not stop until he had tormented her into weeping and begging for mercy.

How could Ouyang Wanqing not know what this lecher was planning?

Her pretty face beneath her veil instantly flushed so red it seemed it could drip water, and she could not help but secretly mutter a soft "Peh!"

Leaning against his ear, she bit her red lips and whispered: "Lecher... how are you this bad even in reality?"

"My Lady, you are wronging your husband here. When we scholars go to the study, can that be called bad? That is called being refined."

Chen Shanzhi chuckled, carried her with long strides to the large armchair behind the desk, and sat down.

His large hands tightly circled her soft, boneless waist, and with practiced movements, he settled Ouyang Wanqing firmly onto his lap.

The warm sensation transmitted clearly through the thin fabric.

Chen Shanzhi lowered his head, looking at the exquisite face in his arms, so close that it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Smelling the faint scent of cold plum blossoms in her hair, the heat in his eyes was almost enough to set the study ablaze.

"Hehe, my lady."

Chen Shanzhi raised his eyebrows with a somewhat worldly air. With two fingers, he gently pinched her fair, smooth chin, a wicked, roguish grin spreading across his lips: "The sky is dark now, let us... come and have some lewd fun composing poetry."

Inside the study, the warm fragrance was intoxicating.

Chen Shanzhi sat on that large rosewood armchair, his arms wrapped tightly around the delicate body in his embrace, looking down at Ouyang Wanqing, who was sitting on his lap.

The distance between them was extremely close, so close that they could see the tiny fuzz on each other's faces clearly.

Ouyang Wanqing was also looking up, ripples of emotion washing through her beautiful, autumn-water-like eyes.

With their eyes locked, there was no longer the surveillance of the Prime Ministers Mansion guards, nor the noisy chattering of those annoying pedantic scholars.

In this study that belonged only to the two of them, the temperature in the air climbed frantically at a rapid, ambiguous speed.

"My lady..." Chen Shanzhi called out in a low voice, his tone slightly husky.

Ouyang Wanqing did not respond, but her fair, jade-like hands involuntarily tightened around the lapels of Chen Shanzhi's chest, her long eyelashes trembling violently under the light of the red candles.

Their faces began to slowly lean against each other. Finally, four warm lips pressed together precisely.

"Mmm..." The moment they touched, a soft, bone-melting whimper escaped Ouyang Wanqing's throat.

Her whole body seemed to have all its strength drained away in an instant, and she collapsed limply into Chen Shanzhi's arms.

This kiss was not like the brief taste in the carriage earlier, but a crazy venting of memories from decades in the illusion world, like a long-planned volcanic eruption.

Ouyang Wanqing even reached out to wrap her arms around Chen Shanzhi's waist, an action that instantly shattered the last line of defense of reason in Chen Shanzhi's mind.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue skillfully prying open her pearly teeth, greedily savoring the sweet nectar in her mouth.

"Shh... shh..." In the study, nothing remained but the two's rapid, fiery breathing and the intense friction of fabric against fabric.

Chen Shanzhi had always been quite restless. As the deep kiss intensified, his large hands, which had originally been tightly circling Ouyang Wanqing's waist, began to wander restlessly over the beauty's body.

One of his large hands slid down along her elastic, slender waist, gently gripping and playing with the breathtaking curves.

The other hand plunged directly into the waterfall of dark hair behind Ouyang Wanqing's head. With a slight tug, he pulled out the white jade hairpin that had been loosely holding her hair up.

"Clatter." The white jade hairpin fell onto the wooden floor, making a crisp sound.

That smooth, black-silk-like hair cascaded down in an instant, spilling over her shoulders and chest, adding a touch of stunning allure and wildness.

Chen Shanzhi's large hand became increasingly daring; he flipped his palm and reached directly into the neckline of Ouyang Wanqing's water-blue dress.

His palm, burning with heat, wantonly stroked the delicate, smooth skin on her back, which felt like suet jade.

"Mmm... ha..." Ouyang Wanqing was becoming unable to handle his torment; her long, jade-like arms tightened around his neck. Her body twisted violently, and she was on the verge of melting completely into Chen Shanzhi's arms.

Eventually, their lips parted. A thin, ambiguous silver thread stretched out under the red candlelight, forming a fine arc before quietly snapping.

Both of them were panting heavily, foreheads pressed against foreheads, nose tips against nose tips. Their chests were heaving and colliding violently due to their intense breathing.

By now, Ouyang Wanqing's water-blue dress had long been pulled into disarray because of Chen Shanzhi's restless, grasping hands.

The thin silk fabric hung crookedly on her shoulders, and the Dudou underneath had become loose due to Chen Shanzhi's tugging.

It could no longer fully conceal the snowy white peaks on her chest, which were heaving with her rapid breathing.

With her heavy panting, the snowy white cleavage and skin as delicate as jade appeared and disappeared beneath the messy clothing, half-revealed and half-hidden.

This appearance of feigned resistance and exposed beauty was the most seductive and lethal poison in the world.

Chen Shanzhi's eyes were now glued to her chest, unmoving. He swallowed with great difficulty, feeling his throat so dry it was about to smoke, and let out a dry laugh, saying in a hoarse voice:

"My lady, you... are truly seductive to the extreme today. I fear my life is about to be lost at your hands."

Listening to his somewhat vulgar words, which carried a strong sense of possessiveness, Ouyang Wanqing's cheeks flushed crimson. Her beautiful, hazy eyes shot him a fierce glare, and she huffed with three parts shyness and seven parts provocation:

"Peh! Who is your lady?"

"Right now, this young lady is not your wife... My fiancé is the high and mighty First Prince, you know..."

"Mmm..." Before she could finish her sentence, Ouyang Wanqing's delicate body suddenly trembled slightly in that instant.

The words on her lips turned directly into a sensitive, charming, low gasp! Because just as she spat out the three words "First Prince," she could clearly feel that someone shameless had reacted.