Chapter 81 The Little Tricks of a Newly Married Husband

She wiped away the glistening moisture from the corner of his eye, her fingertip stained with a hint of remaining red from his eye’s edge, and smeared it on his lips, as vivid as a lush camellia in full bloom.

Her fingertips reflected a rouge color, sliding from his neck to his chest and collarbone, causing his soul to tremble wherever they touched, like desire and addiction.

She leaned forward, sealing his lips, the air filled with the sound of a long, lingering kiss. Two silhouettes behind the gently swaying bed curtains concealed the impending release of spring’s sensuality.

The red candle flickered, its faint light illuminating Yue Guanyi’s smooth body. The engraving on his chest appeared even more alluringly beautiful at this moment, burning like a fierce flame on his snow-white skin.

Yue Guanyi’s eyes welled up with a hazy mist. He had been waiting for this moment for far too long… An inexplicable fire ignited in his chest, flowing and surging through his blood, transmitting the fervent and passionate excitement of this moment throughout his body, to every corner.

He lay beneath her, her long hair falling from her shoulders, brushing across his flushed face. The ends of her hair fell onto his body, the soft strands lingering seemingly imperceptibly on his skin.

His clothes had long been shed, but Qiu Shuzhi’s attire remained intact. The sash at her waist had been clumsily tied into a dead knot by him, impossible to untie. Only her neckline was slightly open, revealing glimpses of snow-white flesh beneath the red garment. Her typically cold eyes were now tinged with tenderness, dotted with his currently embarrassing reflection.

Yue Guanyi bit his lip, suddenly feeling a strange sense of shame amidst the dreamy, numbing sensation as if floating in the clouds.

At this moment, Qiu Niang was like a sacred deity. Even in the act of intimacy, he still felt that Qiu Niang was separated from him by clouds, mist, mountains, and seas – so close yet forever out of reach.

Her gaze was clear, her clothes intact, with only a hint of tenderness in her eyes like scattered stars, and her disheveled hair – which he had messed up earlier during his shameless plea for affection.

He was completely naked, shamefully exposed under her gaze. At this moment, he was no different from those young male prostitutes he had seen in brothels during his youth – fawning and ingratiating, lowly pleasing and accommodating. If he hadn’t been biting his lip so hard, the sounds escaping his mouth would have been even more seductive than those of a brothel’s most prized courtesan.

He clenched his hands tightly, his whole body trembling with tension. At this moment, he felt even more unworthy of someone as good as Qiu Niang.

Moonlight shining into a dark gutter was his salvation in the sewer, but to the moonlight, it was filth. He was that filth.

“What are you thinking about? Not focused even at this time?” Qiu Shuzhi wrapped her arm around his waist and gently bit his soft earlobe.

The tingling sensation from his earlobe was intoxicating, like a ray of light penetrating his confused and unclear world. The gray, hazy world was easily dispelled by her light.

“Thinking of Qiu Niang-” He gazed at Qiu Niang with infatuation, his lower lip bitten so hard it left a deep wound, the blood stain moistening his thin lips, the iron-rust taste of blood spreading in his mouth.

Qiu Shuzhi chuckled softly: “Am I not right here?”

Yue Guanyi shook his head, his black hair in disarray, the infatuation in his eyes growing deeper.

He looked at the softness so close at hand, his fingertips twitching slightly, a sinful thought flashing in his eyes – pain, entanglement, and finally landing on the lotus pattern embroidered on her clothes. For him, in the gutter, being able to touch the hem of her garment was already an honor.

Qiu Shuzhi leaned forward slightly, using her lips to gently remove the blood from the corner of his mouth, her hand tenderly caressing his thin, bony back: “Why did you bite yourself until you bled? Just let it out, why hold back?”

Her voice was excessively gentle, making him feel as if he was being lavishly loved by her, even though he knew he was such a lowly person. He had repeatedly warned himself thousands of times in his heart not to be arrogant with favor, lest Qiu Niang develop an aversion to him.

But he was a worm in the darkness who had never glimpsed the light.

If he could see even an inch of sunshine, he only wanted to grasp it tightly, even if this ray of light couldn’t be held firmly.

He bit the soft flesh inside his mouth hard, his crumbling rationality intertwining with constantly growing desire, fusing into a distorted and strange demon in his heart.

He tightly embraced her waist, the cool jade pendant at her waist becoming scorching hot from his body temperature. His eyes gathered a dark intensity as he nestled against her shoulder, his voice soft and sticky, very much like whining: “Qiu Niang, the palace servant instructor said that one shouldn’t make sounds during intimacy, otherwise it’s licentious and will make the wife-master dislike it.”

Qiu Shuzhi laughed, speechless. Isn’t this just like that humiliation from her previous life? She didn’t care about these things. However, speaking of which, she was quite curious about what a man’s moans sounded like, whether they were as exquisite and passionate as those of women in her previous life.

She gently patted his back: “No need to mind that. Do whatever you want, I like it all.”

I like it all.

These words struck Yue Guanyi’s hidden, suppressed point of excitement. He desperately hugged and kissed her, his toes curling in spasms. He wanted to belong completely and thoroughly to Qiu Niang alone, to have his body branded with marks bestowed by Qiu Niang, to be imbued with Qiu Niang’s scent.

Qiu Niang was his deity, and he was the pet offered to the deity for play. As long as Qiu Niang liked it, he was willing to do anything.

A night of passion, deep affection.

Early the next morning, when Yue Guanyi opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look beside him.

Qiu Shuzhi was still in deep sleep, her sleeping face defenseless before him, her features even more gentle and soft.

The red candles had burned out, their tears filling the candlesticks. The soft red curtains in the room were in disarray, and the double-petaled lotus flowers on the candlesticks were blooming beautifully under a rosy hue.

Thinking about how he had boldly used all his skills to seduce Qiu Niang to love him yesterday, like a male prostitute trying to keep a customer, using all the techniques taught by the most prized courtesans to please Qiu Niang, he felt his face burning hot with shame.

He pinched the soft flesh on the inside of his hand hard, using the pain to wake himself up. He couldn’t allow himself to continue thinking like this.

He was a new husband, just married into Qiu Niang’s family. On the first day of their marriage, he must perform well in front of everyone.