Chapter 149: A Pillow of Flower Candles, Deep Sleep

Chinu will cause a fuss.

Chinu will definitely cause a fuss.

Du Shanü still thought, Chinu would definitely cause a fuss.

Just as before, when she stood up, she was still thinking, this time Chinu would surely be hard to pacify.

Maybe the two would again disagree, have a big argument, then each would hold in their anger, secretly fuming while working together.

However, however.

Chinu seemed not very angry.

He merely, at some point secretly took Yu Baobao's wedding robes and draped them over himself.

Their builds differed; Chinu was a bit slimmer than Yu Baobao, so the wedding robe's shoulder line now stuck out a finger's width......

It seemed he was born lacking a bit compared to Yu Baobao.

Du Shanü couldn't bear to see this, she stopped in place and crooked her finger.

The candlestick shifted slightly, brightening Du Shanü's face, and......

The moisture left on her lips from the recent kiss.

Chinu's eyes darkened slightly, yet he obediently placed his face in Du Shanü's palm.

Du Shanü then wrapped her arms around his waist and asked:

"You... you aren't lacking clothes, why wear Yu Baobao's robes?"

This question, in fact, carries a hint of feigned ignorance.

Chinu's temperament is usually not very good.

But tonight, right now, Du Shanü actually wanted to see a haughty, sarcastic Chinu.

But rather......

But rather an inscrutable Chinu.

"I'm just... a bit cold."

Chinu's appearance was obedient, his brows and eyes lowered.

Tonight the night breeze swayed slightly, the candlelight flickered on his handsome face, light and shadow intermingling, yin and yang indistinguishable.

Both alluring, and with a few faint strands......

A loneliness that is unbearable.

Chinu didn't look at Du Shanü, just continued to mutter:

"I always think, if I could steal a piece of Yu Baobao's clothing to wear......"

"Maybe tonight I could also have a beautiful dream of marrying the Wife Master."

He was wearing the wedding robes.

He was in the bridal chamber.

He naturally could also fantasize......

The person she welcomed into her home, whom she married in the wedding ceremony, and with whom she tied the hair as husband and wife, is him.

Fate such a thing always leaves people feeling helpless.

Even if his usual ambition is high, facing something destined to become fact and impossible to resist, he would still feel sorrow.

Who wouldn't want to be open and aboveboard?

Who wouldn't want to be upright and honorable?

Who wouldn't want to choose a good background for themselves, to be cherished from birth?

But this isn't......

Does Heaven and Earth not allow it?

That flash of pain struck straight into Du Shanü's eyes; she slightly opened her mouth, but in the end couldn't say anything——

What could she say?

Chinu neither cried nor caused a fuss, and still waited here for her......

Now Chinu is clearly obedient to the point of being unable to be more obedient.

But, but, is this really right?

Outside, the night wind rustled; Du Shanü finally realized...... her heart also rustled.

Chinu, Chinu ah......

In this world, there will be no one more infatuated than Chinu.

Du Shanü originally wanted to ask about Ruansizong, but when the words reached her lips, she found she had no way to deal with Chinu at all.

She could only reach out, pulling him tighter into her embrace.

The window lattice covered with a thin layer of snow, the two clung tightly to each other.

Inside the room it was dim; only the candle flame held in Chinu's fingertips flickered like a bean, casting their shadows that alternated long and short on the mottled wall, intertwining, making it hard to tell them apart.

Chinu, held in her embrace, his shoulders trembled slightly at her words, seeming to fear the cold, yet also hiding some indescribable fragility.

His breath was warm and gentle; his strands of hair lightly brushed Du Shanü's skin, bringing a faint itch.

The candlelight reflected on his eyelashes, casting fine shadows; gone was the usual deep calculation in his eyes, leaving only a few traces of endearing gentleness.

Such an appearance, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would have to close their eyes for a moment.

Moreover, Du Shanü is not even an immortal.

Therefore, Chinu leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips to hers; Du Shanü did not dodge.

This single kiss was like piercing the heavens.

His kiss moved from the corner of her mouth to her lower lip, not the tentative exploration of their first meeting, but instead carrying a hint of smug success.

His tongue tip lightly brushed over her lips, pressing against the seam of her lips, tracing the curve of her lips bit by bit.

Again and again.

With each pass he slowed a little, until she could clearly feel her lips being traced by a faint wet trace.

Du Shanü's originally steady, long breath finally changed.

Perhaps noticing this, Chinu's tongue tip finally ventured inside.

A little, just a little.

His tongue tip just reached the edge of her palate, lightly, like a cat, licking once.

That lick was extremely light, almost imperceptible, yet Du Shanü felt her back as if a feather had slowly traced down her spine, a tingling spreading from her head to her tailbone.

He was teasing, he was seducing.

He held a fishing rod, lightly tapping the water's surface, coaxing the fish beneath to leap up again and again......

Du Shanü's hand finally moved.

She lifted her hand from her side, fingertips tracing his waist, gliding over his back, fingers threading into his hair and pressing down firmly.

That press was somewhat urgent.

Chinu's normally deep-set eyes and brows relaxed, and he gave an extremely soft, soft laugh.

The fire between them always ignited in an instant.

His lips firmly covered hers, his tongue tip surged straight in, filling her entire mouth at once.

Du Shanü let out a low, throaty hum, and the kiss began to surge.

His tongue stirred inside her mouth, left to right, top to bottom, every inch of the inner walls licked, rolled, and sucked.

Du Shanü met him with her own tongue, not yielding; at the moment their tongues touched, both let out muffled moans.

Her tongue tip wrapped around his, coiling up from the base like a vine around a trunk, one loop, two loops; when she reached the tip she hooked hard, drawing his whole tongue into her mouth, holding it and sucking firmly.

The two were like beasts fighting over prey, you entwining, I stirring; their tongues shuttled between their mouths, each exchange accompanied by a muffled moan and a ragged gasp.

Saliva stretched between their lips into fine silver threads, breaking and reconnecting, breaking and reconnecting, for a moment a blissful frenzy.

The candlestand swayed incessantly.

Even Chinu could no longer sustain the flame.

Thus, that candle finally leaned toward the tea‑drinking arhat couch a few steps away.

This night was languid, the candlelight waning.

Chinu seemed to enjoy this mood, squinting at the nearby daybed still bathed in warmth, and at the person half‑asleep, unaware of heaven or earth; for a moment he seemed somewhat intoxicated.

He had always been rather mischievous; after taking a half‑breath, he deliberately clung to his Wife Master, demanding an answer:

"...... If big brother were to wake up...... see us like this...... would he not be angry......?"

Then don't deliberately provoke him!

Du Shanü sometimes really feels she might laugh from anger, but upon reflection she also feels......

Perhaps she's just gone mad.

She and Chinu have always willingly sunk into decadence.

How could one blame Chinu?

She could never bring herself to blame Chinu.

Du Shanü gazed at the ceiling, unable to resist, and comfortably narrowed her eyes:

"...... There's nothing to be done; I'll coax him again."

In this life, she truly has fallen for these two.

Chinu paused, after a few breaths, then kissed Du Shanü again, his voice hoarse:

"He won't; he certainly won't be angry."

"After all...... this is also our bridal chamber."

?? Here it comes, here it comes! Hope it doesn't get caught in review...