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Sima Shao dragged the somewhat drunken woman back to her room.
Xiao Quanzi followed silently behind. Sometimes Sima Shao had the illusion that this seemingly humble servant, if left unnoticed, would stand like a silent statue, forever waiting for one person. That kind of silent following made one see him in a different light.
In her nightmares, she murmured, "Why... I'm sorry..." As she spoke, tears glimmered at the corners of her eyes. Her brows were tightly knitted. It seemed she was dreaming of something unpleasant, and her expression was filled with pain.
Who was this apology for?
Sima Shao sat by her bedside, gently stroking her slightly feverish cheek. With a soft sigh, he finally stood up to leave.
"Mother, why are you so good to others but forget to be good to yourself?"
No one answered in the empty hall. Only the gauzy curtains fluttered in the wind, silently gazing at the solitary figure standing alone in the lonely night.
After he left, Xiao Quanzi quietly entered, carefully pulling up the blanket that she had kicked off. He then filled a basin with warm water and gently wiped away her sweat and the traces of alcohol from her face.
At that moment, a strong hand suddenly reached out, taking the clean white towel from Xiao Quanzi's hands. In his astonished gaze, the man made a shushing gesture and then knelt by the bed to gently wipe her down. It was as if he were a rare treasure in the world, afraid of hurting her with even the slightest mistake. His carefulness moved Xiao Quanzi; after a moment of silence, he turned and left, remembering to close Qingmu's door behind him.
He also shut out the scattered moonlight.
The dreamer felt the comfortable wiping on her face and let out a satisfied moan before slowly opening her slightly hazy eyes filled with intoxication. They sparkled with an allure that no man could resist.
She seemed awake because her eyes were watery and clear; yet she also seemed not fully awake, as there was a rare tenderness in her gaze, like a crescent moon reflected on water, shrouded in a faint mist.
Sima Rui looked at her warmly and brushed aside the long hair that fell across her cheek. Suddenly, she smiled alluringly in the darkness like a peony blooming in an instant. Then she lifted her head and leaned toward his lips, pressing them deeply and firmly against his.
Sima Rui gasped in surprise before rationally asking, "Are you drunk or awake?"
The smiling girl’s eyes sparkled strangely as she turned over. Sima Rui was caught off guard as she pinned him beneath her. A mischievous smile appeared on her pink cheeks as she lowered her head to press against his full lips.
Sima Rui's gaze deepened. "Are you playing with fire?"
The girl tilted her head to look at him, seemingly puzzled by his words.
**Teased by her, this Little Fairy. He clearly knew how much he had longed for her all this time, yet he was unwilling to force her due to her aloofness. So he endured silently.
Her alluring face, her ambiguous expression, her captivating beauty, her enchanting presence, and this rare initiative made Sima Rui, who hadn't touched a woman in five years, unable to hold back any longer. Even if she was drunk, even if she would regret it when she woke up tomorrow morning, even if she despised him, he would not stop. With that thought, Sima Rui let out a low growl and turned to press her beneath him. He gazed deeply at the woman he had loved for so long, this Flourishing beauty, unparalleled in the world; he would never find another like her in his lifetime. His gaze was filled with deep affection and love. For the first time, he cast aside the pride of an emperor and admitted that he had long been at her feet, acknowledging that she was the only one in his heart. He no longer hesitated or concealed his love.
If this was his inevitable fate in this world, then for her, he was willing to embrace it without hesitation.
He cupped her face, watching her trembling eyelashes as he leaned down gently, softly kissing her.
The night was enchanting. The shy Moon quietly hid behind the drifting clouds. The cool moonlight gracefully draped over the entwined lovers.
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"My head hurts so much..." I pressed my forehead that felt like it was about to explode; indeed, the consequences of a hangover were painful.
As I furrowed my brows and groaned in agony, suddenly a slightly hoarse yet still magnetic voice chuckled lightly, "Are you awake? Did you sleep well last night?"
Hearing another person's voice beside me startled me; I was somewhat unclear about my current situation.
I opened my eyes curiously but was taken aback by the sight before me.
He was sitting at the edge of my bed with his upper body bare and only wearing a pair of silk pants. He ambiguously reached out an arm as if to help me sit up while holding a steaming bowl of soup in his other hand.
Regaining my senses, I quickly lifted the covers to look inside and found exactly what I had imagined—completely unclothed with my body adorned with several starry purple marks that were clearly man-made. My face flushed slightly. However, the next moment, I couldn't help but smile wryly; the smile on my lips felt forced. Indeed, drinking could lead to trouble. If I had known better, I wouldn't have drunk; hadn't I already understood that drinking away sorrow only deepens it? Why did I still have to try?
He noticed my strange expression; his eyes dimmed slightly but still smiled as he said, "Your head must hurt a lot; this is the Hangover Soup prepared by the Imperial Kitchen. Drinking it will make you feel much better."
I looked at him as usual and shamefully discovered faint red marks on his firm white back. Could those be from me? My face instantly turned as red as a rose climbing up a trellis.
Embarrassedly averting my gaze, I lowered my head and seriously drank the soup, no longer letting my eyes wander. He seemed to notice my shyness and smiled pleasantly for once.
Enough of this! Why was I being shy? I wasn't an unmarried girl; An Yijun was right there! What was I pretending for? It wasn't like I hadn't been with someone before. I'm a modern woman; my thoughts aren't like those from thousands of years ago—there's nothing awkward about it. I silently reassured myself.
I gently lifted my head and said calmly, "Thank you for allowing me to spend such a charming evening."
Upon hearing my words, he suddenly lost his grip on the glass bowl, and it shattered on the floor. He stared at me in shock, his eyes filled with pain. "Does that mean nothing to you?"
Sima Rui looked at this aloof woman and thought desperately: An Jin, An Jin, what kind of woman are you? Why have I never known what you truly think? How can you possess such a detached and carefree mindset?
Do you really not care about this at all?
Seeing the anguish on his face, I felt a twinge of sympathy and replied softly, "It's just like when you sleep with any other woman, isn't it?"
Sima Rui clenched his fists tightly. After a long moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "You know very well that I..." You know that my heart can only hold you; there is no room for any other woman. Why do you keep testing me?
I lowered my gaze and whispered, "I understand, I understand."
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to ask, "If you understand, then why are you unwilling to invest your feelings?" His eyes were fixed on me like a hawk.
Suddenly, I laughed—light and breezy—a soft and warm laugh. Then I stood up and gently embraced him. "Let's not think about those things, okay? I'm right here beside you, aren't I?"
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