464: Spending the night at Chang Le Palace

Feeling the warm, soft body in his arms and the increasingly thick Pure Yin Qi, Situ Jun opened his eyes, his gaze deepening as if a fire had suddenly been lit in the dark night, burning brightly with a scorching temperature that even seemed to tint the surrounding air with a touch of restless heat.

He was not a Saint who could remain unmoved while a beauty sat in his lap.

With such a stunning beauty in his arms, and her being the Pure Yin Precious Physique which was of great benefit to his cultivation, primal desire was like a prairie fire, while rational considerations were like cold chains; the two were tightly entangled in his heart, making his breathing grow slightly heavy, and the heartbeat in his chest sounded heavier with every throb.

He lowered his head, his well-defined fingers gently brushing past the scattered strands of hair by Xia Wei's temples, his lips almost pressing against her earlobe as his warm breath swept across her delicate skin, eliciting a shiver.

His voice was low and hoarse, like mellow wine dipped in honey, carrying a bewitching magnetism as every word struck at the tip of Xia Wei's heart:

"How do you feel?"

Xia Wei was already somewhat infatuated.

That gentle Dragon-Phoenix Spiritual Power probe was like a clear spring, slowly flowing through her clogged Meridians, as if opening a long-sealed gate within her body.

It caused the dormant Pure Yin Power within her to begin awakening, overflowing in strands and bringing with it a strange, indescribable, numbing itch.

That itch was like vines, growing wildly and wrapping around her entire body, making her feel weak all over, even her fingertips tinged with a faint red.

She muddledly let out an "En," her voice soft and sweet like honey-soaked cotton, carrying a hint of unconscious coquettishness.

Subconsciously, she leaned closer to the source of warmth behind her, her nose brushing against his cool lapel; the fabric carried a faint scent of pine, crisp and pleasant.

Her soft hair brushed against his chin, bringing a numbing itch that traveled along his skin and straight into his heart.

This unconscious movement became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Situ Jun's Adam's apple bobbed, and a flash of desire flickered in his eyes.

He no longer restrained himself, his arms suddenly tightening as he pulled Xia Wei completely into his embrace, his strength so great it was as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood, merging her with himself so they could never be separated again.

His other hand lifted her face, his fingertips caressing her porcelain-delicate cheek, his thumb brushing over her slightly swollen eye corners where traces of undried tears still remained.

The touch of his fingertips was warm, carrying pity as well as a scorching desire.

He leaned down and kissed her.

When his lips touched Xia Wei's cold and soft lips, which also carried Pure Yin Qi, the initial bit of cautious pity instantly transformed into a fiery plunder.

His kiss carried the heat of Dragon-Phoenix power and a domineering nature that brooked no refusal, yet amidst the lingering friction, it also held a trace of imperceptible tenderness.

Xia Wei's mind went blank, as if thousands of fireworks were exploding simultaneously, so brilliant and dazzling that she didn't even have the strength to think.

She had never been kissed like this before.

In the years within the deep palace, Li Xuan had always treated her with the politeness of mutual respect; when had there ever been such a scalding heat that almost burned one to ashes?

She endured it greenly and passively, her body slightly stiff, even forgetting to breathe.

Until that skillful tongue, with an irresistible force, pried open her teeth and entangled her tongue; a more refined Yang Harmony Aura, accompanied by a domineering masculine scent, rushed into her mouth one after another, colliding and merging intensely with the Pure Yin Qi inside her.

The two forces intertwined within her Meridians, bringing waves of trembling numbness and a strange sense of emptiness that made her shudder involuntarily, her waist softening like spring water, and even the corners of her eyes glistening with a layer of moisture.

"Mmm..."

She couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, her hands having tightly gripped the front of Situ Jun's robes at some point, her knuckles turning white and even her fingertips trembling slightly.

Their clothes quietly slipped off at some point, the black brocade robe and the moon-white palace dress intertwining like tangled butterfly wings, softly landing on the floor without a sound.

On the White Jade Soft Couch, two figures leaned closely against each other.

The candlelight flickered, the dancing flames casting the two gradually merging figures onto the wall, lengthening and distorting them until they finally became one, indistinguishable from each other.

In the censer by the couch, the Dragons Saliva Incense burned steadily, its fragrance misty and carrying a hint of aphrodisiac warmth that filled the entire bedchamber.

Outside the window, the night remained as thick as ink, without even a sliver of moonlight peeking through.

The lonely lamp of Changle Palace stayed lit for the entire night, until the horizon turned the color of a fish's belly.

The first ray of dawn filtered through the window paper and into the hall, carrying a slightly cool warmth that illuminated the mess on the floor—scattered robes, an overturned teacup, and a Green Jade Hairpin that had fallen by the couch.

It also illuminated the two people sleeping in each other's arms on the couch.

Xia Wei curled up in Situ Jun's embrace like a kitten that had found a harbor, sleeping soundly with her long eyelashes resting quietly and a faint smile on her lips, her cheeks still flushed with a lingering blush.

Situ Jun, however, was awake, having not slept all night.

His arm still circled her waist, his gaze resting on her tranquil sleeping face, his deep eyes swirling with emotions of indiscernible depth.

There was the contentment after desire was satisfied, the joy of sensing the Pure Yin Power within her becoming increasingly mellow, and a trace of tenderness that even he himself had not noticed.

He lowered his head and pressed an extremely light kiss on her smooth forehead, leaving a slightly cool sensation.

In the early morning, when the first ray of dawn broke through the sky and dyed the vermilion palace walls golden-red, Situ Jun had already quietly left Changle Palace.

His black brocade robe was stained with a bit of morning dew, his steps composed and his expression as indifferent as if he had merely come here for a cup of tea.

Inside the bedchamber, Xia Wei slowly opened her eyes; the figure by the couch was gone, leaving only a lingering trace of his crisp scent.

She stared blankly at the tassels on the bed canopy, the scenes from last night surging into her heart like a tide, as clear as if they had just happened.

Her cheeks instantly became burning hot.

She sat up, and the brocade quilt covering her slipped down, revealing mottled red marks on her shoulders—the imprints he had left last night.

She hurriedly pulled the quilt tight, her heart thumping like a drum and even the tips of her ears turning red.

When the palace maid entered with water for washing, what she saw was her mistress sitting on the couch with a face full of crimson and a dazed look in her eyes.

Xia Wei sat before the dressing table, looking at her slightly haggard yet still radiant face in the bronze mirror, and slowly raised her hand to pin up her loose long hair.

The woman in the bronze mirror had a faint redness at the corners of her eyes and slightly swollen lips, her brow carrying a hint of the seductive charm of someone who had just experienced intimacy, making her look like a completely different person from the proud and cold Imperial Consort Xia of the past.

Her web of thoughts was calm and rippleless, as if everything from last night was merely a beautiful dream.

Although Situ Jun had not possessed her body—at the final moment, he had slammed on the brakes, using all his strength to restrain his surging desire, only holding her and whispering hoarsely in her ear, "I will wait until you are willing."

But the way the two had snuggled together and dallied all night, the touch of skin against skin and the heat of their intertwined lips and teeth, still made her ears burn and her heart race uncontrollably at the thought of it.