novelraw Chapter 137 What are you hiding from?
Chapter 137 What are you hiding from?
In the end, I couldn't bring myself to be cruel to her.
Xiao Yan flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.
As soon as he lifted his foot, Song Shuangning wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. The force wasn't great, but the embrace was very tight.
He closed his eyes, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
He felt his anger was about to burst forth, and if he stayed any longer, he might hurt her.
Xiao Yan's voice was cold and hard: "Release yourself."
Song Shuangning didn't loosen her grip; instead, she tightened her arms around him, her chest pressed against Xiao Yan's back, and she could clearly feel the suppressed anger within him.
Besides his paranoia, he also harbored a deadly stubbornness and an escapist tendency to avoid problems.
With these two things combined, how can it be a good thing?
Xiao Yan cruelly ripped her fingers off. "Song Shuangning. I told you to let go."
Just as he turned around, Song Shuangning leaped up, hooked her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Before Xiao Yan could react.
Song Shuangning then leaned down and kissed his lips.
Xiao Yan's eyes widened suddenly.
He was frozen in place, as if under a spell, and dared not move.
Song Shuangning mimicked his usual domineering manner, gently parting his lips and teeth with her tongue, entwining with his.
To prevent her from falling, Xiao Yan had no choice but to hold her waist with both hands.
But his expression was still blank, like that of a young boy.
Ningning actually kissed him first.
Why?
Wasn't Ningning deceiving him from beginning to end?
They climbed up by taking advantage of his momentum.
They treated his sincerity as a joke.
What does this kiss even mean?
Is this a new trick?
Or was it just a pretense to appease him and calm him down?
Ningning is acting again, she must be acting.
Song Shuangning slowly withdrew from his lips, her fingertips caressing the corners of his reddened eyes. She looked down at him, her almond-shaped eyes slightly curved, veiled with a layer of mist.
"What did Your Majesty just say? Was it that line... 'The Zichen Palace is your prison'? I didn't hear you clearly, Your Majesty. Could you repeat it?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, tinged with a hint of grievance.
She's seducing me again, and she's playing the victim!
That would be a real injustice to Song Shuangning; she had no such intention.
Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly darkened, his expression turning fierce, and his voice became stern: "Didn't you hear me? Fine, I'll say it again, the Zichen Palace is your prison. From now on, year after year, you'll see me when you're awake, and you'll dream of me when you're asleep. Do you understand?"
"Pop—" Song Shuangning kissed him on the lips again.
"you--"
Xiao Yan was stunned and subconsciously licked his lips.
Isn't she angry?
It restricted her freedom, confining her to this small space.
Don't you find him hard to describe?
Don't you think he looks terribly crazy right now?
Isn't she the one who cares most about power and status?
Xiao Yan was somewhat lost in thought.
Song Shuangning bit her lip, her tone a mix of grievance and barely concealed excitement, and clung tightly to Xiao Yan's neck.
"That would be wonderful. I love staying by Your Majesty's side the most. If I could live in this Zichen Palace year after year, and see Your Majesty the first thing I see when I wake up, and dream of Your Majesty, then I would be so happy. This is not a punishment, but a reward for me."
Xiao Yan was taken aback.
He felt that Song Shuangning had gone mad, and that he had probably driven her insane.
Xiao Yan hurriedly pulled Song Shuangning off him, feeling anxious and thinking that he should quickly summon an imperial physician to take a look.
"Someone, summon the imperial physician."
"I'm not sick!" Song Shuangning jumped onto Xiao Yan again, clinging to him and refusing to get down.
"Is Your Majesty going to abandon me again? It's so dark at night, and I'm all alone. I'm scared..."
She said pitifully, her round almond-shaped eyes blinking repeatedly.
Xiao Yan sneered, his tone mocking: "Why would you be afraid? You sleep soundly every night."
Song Shuangning chuckled softly and gently poked Xiao Yan's thin lips with her fingertip.
"How could Your Majesty know that I slept so soundly? No wonder I always feel that either my lips are swollen in the morning, or there are a few red marks on my neck, or my hands are very sore."
She knows everything!
She knew everything.
But they cruelly trampled on his sincere heart!
Xiao Yan was immediately both angry and annoyed, his ears turned bright red uncontrollably, and even his neck flushed slightly.
"Song Shuangning, get down here."
"No."
"Get down!"
"No, I won't get down."
Xiao Yan threw her onto the bed and, under Song Shuangning's expectant gaze, pressed himself against her.
"You asked for this."
"I will not give you a chance to back out."
After saying that, Xiao Yan kissed her lips fiercely, forcefully prying open her teeth without any pity, silencing Song Shuangning's sobs.
Outside the hall, Li Fuquan and A Liu eavesdropped on the sounds coming from inside.
Ah Liu didn't dare listen for too long, but Li Fuquan was different; he wished he could stick his whole body to the door.
That posture was rather unbearable to look at.
Ah Liu asked in a low voice, "Steward Li, should we still call the imperial physician?"
"What are you asking about? Didn't you hear that His Majesty and Consort Zhao have retired for the night?" Li Fuquan looked at him with a disdainful expression, as if to say, "Are you stupid?"
"oh."
"Oh what? Hurry up and tell people to prepare hot water. In half an hour, the Emperor and the Empress will be taking a bath."
"Yes."
Li Fuquan shook his head as he looked at the dazed A Liu, then continued to eavesdrop by pressing his ear against the door.
Hehe, the Emperor and Consort Zhaoyi have finally reconciled.
Heaven above and Earth below, please, Your Highness, have pity on His Majesty.
I believe we won't have to wait until tomorrow.
The Hall of Diligent Governance and the Hall of Purple Stars were no longer shrouded in dark clouds, but were now bathed in sunlight.
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Inside the hall.
Xiao Yan's calloused palm brushed against Song Shuangning's cheek, bringing a shivering warmth.
Song Shuangning was so shocked that she stepped back. Xiao Yan's eyes were bloodshot and frightening, as if he wanted to devour her alive.
She couldn't help but think of a song—"The Legend of the Hungry Wolf".
Xiao Yan approached, grabbed her wrist, and pressed it above her head.
"What are you hiding for? Didn't you tell me to stay?"
Song Shuangning's long eyelashes were glistening with tears, and she looked at him like a startled fawn.
It was clearly feigned weakness, yet her eyes and brows exuded a clean and innocent air that made it impossible for anyone to feel any resentment towards her.
The moment I saw her eyes, I couldn't help but soften my heart.
But he wouldn't be soft-hearted tonight; he was determined to punish her properly.
Xiao Yan pulled off his belt and tied her wrists together.
Song Shuangning screamed softly in alarm, though she was actually excited. She pretended to struggle free, "What is Your Majesty doing?"
Xiao Yan ignored her and bound her wrists tightly.
They then snatched her handkerchief and covered her eyes.
Everything went black.
This action truly alarmed Song Shuangning.
She twisted her body and said no.
As mentioned in erotic literature, when vision is "deprived," other senses become amplified.
Song Shuangning was still whining and refusing.
Xiao Yan, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Shut up."
Song Shuangning shut her mouth.
"That's a good girl." Xiao Yan unbuttoned her nightgown.
The moment his calloused fingertips touched her skin, a shiver ran through his entire body.
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Song Shuangning's eyes were filled with tiny tears.
I just don't know whether I feel wronged or relieved.
Huang Wencheng doesn't deceive her.
Moreover, Xiao Yan is too good at tormenting people.
Xiao Yan did it on purpose.
A moment later, Xiao Yan touched her again.
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She's currently in a state where she trembles at the slightest touch.