Chapter 93: Want to have an affair with me?

Kiss, kiss...

What time is it, and all you know is to kiss!

Neither of them brought rain gear before heading out.

Now they can only be drenched head‑to‑toe by the heavens.

Du Shanü's clothes were soaked through, clinging to her body, her hair strands sticking to her cheeks, water trickling down from her chin.

Chinu was no better off beside her; even rain soaked the wound under his ribs, and his face took on a faint pallor.

Both were in a miserable state.

Despite that, after leaving Ju Cheng and walking for an hour, Chinu kept kissing her for an hour!

What an addiction, so strong!

Du Shanü gave in, really gave in.

She could only pretend not to hear again, squinting into the distance——

The sky grew darker and darker.

Through the rain curtain, a cluster of houses loomed faintly in the distance.

It was a small village, a dozen or so households crowded along the road, pitch‑black, with only two or three lamps glowing in the rain, their yellow light blurred by moisture.

Chinu hated being ignored and was about to speak, but Du Shanü turned her head and shouted:

"There's an inn over there, stay close to me."

Her voice was largely swallowed by the rain, yet it still reached Chinu's ears.

The rain was relentless.

No more romance could be found beneath the dense woods.

Chinu resentfully withdrew his gaze, spurred his horse onto a side path, and stopped in front of the first inn at the village entrance.

The facade was tiny, a wooden sign hung under the eaves, drenched and askew, its characters illegible.

Du Shanü dismounted, her foot splashing into mud, spattering mud on one pant leg.

She took the steps two at a time and knocked on the door.

The door opened; a thin old man poked his head out, glanced her up and down, seeing her drenched yet dignified, and quickly stepped aside to let them in.

The room was small, with coarse mats on the floor and a few earthen basins in the corners catching leaks, dripping steadily.

Du Shanü didn't bother wiping the water from her face, she pulled out a handful of coins and shoved them into the old man's hand:

"Find someone to take a letter to Cang Cheng."

The old man lowered his head to count the coins, glanced at her, and nodded:

"We have porters, but with this heavy rain, traveling at night will cost extra."

"Add it."

Du Shanü agreed bluntly.

This letter must be sent; the situation in Ju Cheng is unclear, and that old magistrate might send people to Cang Cheng at any moment, so we still need to tell Afang to prepare early......

She turned, took charcoal and hemp paper from the oil‑paper bundle on Chinu's horse, wrote quickly, sealed it with wax, rewrapped it in oil paper, and handed it to the old man:

"Take it to the Cang Cheng Xian Yu and find Chief Clerk Chen Weifang; say nothing else."

Having received the silver, the old man tucked the letter into his bosom, called someone inside while handing Du Shanü the guest‑room wooden token.

Du Shanü let out a long breath, took the token, and was about to head to the guest room.

But who would have thought, just as she turned, she heard the old man's voice from behind say oddly:

"Eh? Young man, you don't want the wooden token?"

Not wanting the token means not wanting to stay alone.

Du Shanü paused slightly, then heard Chinu's cool voice:

"We're supposed to be a pair; if we don't stay together, do we have to split up?"

The old man snorted, evidently world‑wise:

"What do you mean by a pair? Speak clearly!"

"I've run this inn for years; I've seen married couples lodging, and plenty of adulterous lovebirds!"

Chinu: "......"

Du Shanü: "......."

Stop scolding, stop scolding.

Do they really look that lacking in the bearing of a proper married couple?

How come it feels like wherever we go, we get a knee‑shot sensation......

Chinu stared blankly for a few breaths, then exploded in anger, gritting his teeth:

"Nonsense, we're not just casual adulterous lovebirds! We're properly adulterous...... No, we're not adulterous at all! We're actually......"

Du Shanü, at a loss, pulled Chinu along while trying to pacify and retreat:

"Right, right, right, we're not wild lovebirds, we're proper lovebirds!"

"Don't lower yourself to his level...... Sir, please don't meddle in our affairs......"

What is called persuading both sides, this is persuading both sides.

Du Shanü shoved him inside, the door closed behind them, and the last sliver of daylight was shut out.

Inside the room it was dark; only where the rain‑soaked paper let through a layer of grayish light, hazy, as if behind a veil.

Du Shanü's outline lay in that thin light, her soaked clothes clinging to her body, the ends of her hair still dripping, drops falling onto the floor tiles, one after another.

The sound was soft, yet each utterance was heard clearly.

The distance between them was no more than a fist's width.

Du Shanü could feel the coolness emanating from the other person's body, wet clothes clinging to her skin, the chill seeping into her bones.

But his breath was hot, falling on her brow, light and slow, carrying the dampness of rain.

On that pale neck, his Adam's apple slowly turned once.

Du Shanü's breath also seemed to be lightly plucked, pausing for a moment.

Chinu's lingering anger had not faded, his eyes half-closed, still retaining some un dissipated gloom and fragility:

"You don't care about me at all......"

In the next instant, Du Shanü's lips pressed forward.

When her lips met his, he froze.

At that moment he was like someone whose acupoint had been struck—all his calculations, all his strategies of advancing by retreating, shattered cleanly the instant she truly pressed her lips to his.

Du Shanü, who always liked to be on top, extended her tongue tip, lightly pressing against the seam of his lips.

Chinu's breath caught sharply, the earlier gentleness completely gone.

Their tongue tips clashed, and a satisfied muffled groan escaped both of their throats.

He kissed heavily and urgently; at first awkward for a few breaths, then, as if self-taught, his tongue entwined with her tongue tip, greedily sucking.

Sweet.

It is sweet.

Chinu, is very sweet.

This was Du Shanü's first reaction, then...... an itch.

His tongue tip surged deep, sweeping over her palate, hooking her tongue, rolling it over, wrapping around, once, again, with an almost devout greed.

Each time, it stirred a barely perceptible itch.

That sensation traveled from the tongue tip and palate, wandering through the five viscera and six bowels, then taking refuge in the marrow, unseen, impossible to shake.

Unless one breaks the bone to eat the marrow, it will forever remain hidden and dormant.

Du Shanü could not figure out how to describe this feeling......

But she could understand, it felt as if finally it was right.

A kiss ought to be like this.

Surging, greedy, insatiable, until the last ounce of strength is exhausted, still unwilling to stop.

Outside thunder roared; inside they kissed to the death.

The lightning flashed three times before their lips parted half a point.

A thin silver thread of saliva stretched between them, breaking at the edge of the lips.

Chinu drew a breath; in his eyes, whatever sinister, evil, unkind......

All gone.

Only a pair of wet, languid, sated beautiful eyes remained, gazing deeply at her from beneath the lashes, then pressing forward again.

This time slower, yet deeper, he kissed with focus, so focused he forgot to breathe.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily.

His forehead pressed against her brow, lips slightly parted, red beyond words, glistening with moisture.

Du Shanü also felt deeply satisfied, smiling as she coaxed:

"I remember......"

"I said I would definitely cherish you."

?? Lectureshed: from the Book of Han, Treatise on Food and Money, lower volume: "Artisans, shamans, diviners, and technicians of various skills, merchants sitting in rows of stalls in neighborhoods and lanes, lecture halls." It refers to a guest house, a place for temporary lodging.

? As long as you kiss, all the sinister, all the evil, all the childhood hurts are forgotten! (*^▽^*)

? Tomorrow also belongs to Chinu! Remember to vote, dear treasures~