usatvline Chapter 271 Is it okay?
Chapter 271 Is it okay?
Zhongli Yueluo felt weak all over from the heat of his breath, and she gently grabbed his sleeve.
"Mmm..." Her voice was soft and small, her heart pounding.
"But before we take a bath, let's get clean first."
His tone was very calm, revealing no emotion, and she couldn't see his expression clearly either.
She didn't refuse, nestled in his arms and nodded like a little bird. Seeing her compliance, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
He didn't know when the bathtub had been prepared in the room. He picked her up but only took a few steps before putting her back down on the ground.
He put his hand on her shoulder: "I'll help my sister."
It seems that wearing wedding attire is just a formality; people don't even get to wear it properly before having to take it off again.
She nodded, and Su Fengling slowly helped her take off her wedding dress, then picked her up and put her into the bathtub.
When she was submerged in the water, she felt her clothes disappear and then there was a piece of gauze cloth.
She groped around in the water and found Su Fengling's hand.
"Why is my sister being so obedient today? She didn't even take off the blindfold?"
Their hands were intertwined in the water, and she could imagine his expression—a mischievous smile.
Then Su Fengling released her hand, and a water ladle appeared in her hand at some point. She scooped water and poured it onto her back.
"Sister, are you cold?" she asked with great concern.
Zhongli Yueluo rested her hands on the edge of the bathtub, even feeling a little comfortable: "It's not cold, it's just right."
His warm fingertips slowly traced her back, making her hair stand on end and sending shivers down her spine.
"Little brother, what are you doing..." (with a nasal voice)
"Help your sister wash herself clean."
His fingers slowly traced down her neck, then suddenly grabbed her shoulders, causing half of the cloth covering her face to fall off.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were misty with tears. She looked at him with a soft, sweet gaze.
His eyes were filled with obsession and infatuation, and he tied the cloth strap back on for her.
"I don't want my sister to see what happens to me next."
His gaze was like that of a wild beast, his eyes fixed on the red mark between her collarbones, revealing a cold glint.
But he couldn't bear to treat her roughly.
He simply poured water on it repeatedly, but he knew it wouldn't do any good.
Zhongli Yueluo knew he cared about this mark, and she should have restrained herself.
"younger brother?"
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, she tentatively asked him a question, but Su Fengling still did not answer.
"Can I bathe with my sister?"
Zhongli Yueluo groped along the edge of the bucket and finally found Su Fengling's hands. She pulled him up.
He pulled his hand back, finding it hard to restrain himself. He lowered his voice and said, "Sister, may I call you husband?"
"Hu... husband."
"Yueluo, you're not a good child." He also went into the water, and the bucket of spring water spilled all over the ground.
He held Zhongli Yuelu tightly in the water, and Zhongli Yuelu couldn't break free in this narrow space.
But she didn't mind Su Fengling's touch. Su Fengling didn't do anything else; he just held her in the water.
Then he rubbed her back and chest: "Hmm, the smell is much milder."
"Feng Ling..."
"Sister, call me brother." He stood up from the water, his voice calm and even.
"No, I want to be called Feng Ling!" she said stubbornly.
He gently pinched her nose, then wrapped a garment around his body.
"Sister, let me dry your hair." He pulled her out of the tub, the splashing sound stirring his heart.
He looked away, knowing that it wasn't possible yet and that he had to take it one step at a time.
He carefully dried her hair, and she lay half-reclined on his lap, feeling comfortable and about to fall asleep.
Su Fengling saw her lying obediently on his lap, so he leaned his head close to her ear and gently nuzzled her.
A sweet fragrance from his recent bath wafted into his nostrils, causing him to momentarily lose his composure.
He shook Zhongli Yueluo, and by then the blindfold had completely fallen off.
She opened her sleepy, dark blue eyes, her eyelashes trembling as the candlelight cast long shadows on her face.
"Sister, may I ask... who was your first time with?"
Zhongli Yueluo was a little stunned by the question and didn't have time to answer before he brushed away the stray hairs covering her face.
"Please, sister, treat this as our first kiss, okay?"
She nodded, somewhat dazed, but his kiss didn't land; he simply gripped her wrist.
"Feng Ling..."
"Sister, I like it when you call me brother."
He buried his head in her neck, took a deep breath, and kissed her throat.
She could almost feel his resentment as his two little tiger teeth gently touched her neck.
He moved downwards inch by inch until he stopped between her collarbones, a misty look appearing in his eyes.
"Can I cover it up with my mark?"
His tone was questioning, but it was clear that he would still do it if Zhongli Yueluo refused.
After a long silence, he pulled Zhongli Yueluo up, and she stood up with his help.
The wide robe hung loosely on his body, while a life-sized bronze mirror stood on the other side of the room next to the bed.
Su Fengling wrapped his arms around Zhongli Yueluo's waist from behind, gripped her chin with his other hand, and leaned his head close to her ear.
He forced her to look directly at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't bear to look; the reflection in the mirror was already hazy with intoxication.
"Sister, don't you have any self-awareness? Don't you know how attractive you are?"
Su Fengling's voice was somewhat cold, but his hands were extremely hot. He slowly released her chin and then grabbed her neck.
"Sister...why are you afraid to look at yourself in the mirror?"
"Little brother..." She had no strength left.
She leaned almost entirely against Su Fengling, and for some reason, her eyes suddenly stung and tears welled up in them.
She turned to look at him, and he saw the shimmering light in his eyes. Su Fengling then released her.
He picked her up and placed her on the bed. Her hands were casually placed on either side of her head, her black hair was messy, and her face was flushed.
She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling, and Su Fengling rolled onto the bed: "Sister, is it okay?"
Zhongli Yueluo did not answer, but sat up and put her arms around Su Fengling's neck.
Their faces were very close, and they could feel their breaths mingling, burning with an uncontrollable heat.
"Can I kiss my older sister?" he asked, his arm around her waist.
She nodded and kissed his cheek, but he didn't seem very happy.
He held Zhongli Yueluo's head with one hand, the kiss was passionate and wild, seemingly carrying a hint of grievance and resentment.
He lingered over every inch of her lips and teeth, until her lips and tongue were numb, and he still wouldn't let go.
Her limbs went weak from the kiss, and her breathing became rapid.
She gripped his clothes tightly at the waist, creating several wrinkles.