eurekapd Chapter 409: The Overlord forced his bow?
Chapter 409: The Overlord forced his bow?
"Who is it?" His throat tightened, and he suppressed the absurd feeling that surged in his heart, "Why did you bring me here?"
The only answers he received were the flickering of the candle and the clang-clang of the night watchman's gong in the distance.
Cold sweat broke out on Lu Wensheng's forehead, and the strands of hair on the back of his neck stuck to his skin, making him itchy unbearably.
He tried to move his wrist, but found that the silk was tied into a knot. The more he struggled, the tighter it became. The texture of the silk left a light red mark on his wrist. Every struggle made the red mark darker, like crushed peach blossoms in spring, soaking into his fair skin.
The red gauze curtain hanging on the gilded curtain hook was like a sunset glow, covering the entire bed in an ambiguous crimson mist.
Lu Wensheng knelt on the bed covered with a red quilt with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. His back was stretched into a graceful yet fragile arc by the traction of the silk, just like a crescent moon that was about to break.
His hands were tied behind his back with a red silk ribbon and hung on the tent hooks. As the silk passed through the carved tent hooks, the tassels swayed slightly, brushing against the exposed skin on the back of his neck, causing a slight shudder.
The robe slipped slightly due to the violent struggle, revealing half of the delicate collarbone. The thin layer of sweat that oozed out of it meandered down along the skin like pearls and disappeared between the wrists wrapped in red silk ribbons, reflecting an ambiguous light under the candlelight.
The scattered hair stuck to the sweaty forehead, the corners of the eyes were watery due to the struggle, the brocade blindfold half covered the pupils, and the exposed calves and ankles were so white that they were almost transparent against the red curtain.
"No matter who you are..." He was still blindfolded and gritted his teeth, "Since you dare to do such a robbery, why don't you dare to show your face?"
Lu Wensheng had originally shouted out of uncertainty, but the gaze just now suddenly became intense, like thin ice that had not melted in winter, starting from his exposed ankles, climbing up inch by inch, passing over his knees and calves, staying for a moment between his waist and abdomen, and finally landing on his collar which was slightly open due to his struggle.
That gaze was so scorching that the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but the red silk pulled him forward and he almost fell off the bed.
What responded to him was a very light sigh, like spring snow falling on glazed tiles, and melting into the night in an instant.
Lu Wensheng's muscles suddenly tensed up, but he heard the sound of footsteps. The man was walking around the curtain, and each step was as light as stepping on clouds. The scent of agarwood became stronger and stronger, mixed with the crisp smell of pine wood.
The brocade covering his eyes was torn open a crack, and in the dim light of the candle, he caught a glimpse of peanuts and sunflower seeds scattered in the cracks of the blue bricks under his feet, and above him was a large red curtain that reached the ground, with golden thread embroidered with twin lotus flowers that glowed coldly in the candlelight.
It's a wedding room.
This realization made Lu Wensheng dazed.
Before Lu Wensheng could sort out his thoughts, he felt his waist suddenly tighten, and the arms around him were as tight as an iron hoop, with a bit of anxious trembling mixed in the force.
The tip of my nose is first hit by the crisp scent of pine, like a cold forest after the snow has cleared, weaving a fragrant web amidst my disordered breathing.
The moment his lips were covered, the gasp in his throat was sealed in the kiss with the scent of pine wood before it could escape.
He struggled subconsciously, but his whole body froze the moment his lips were covered by softness - the touch was somewhat eager, yet concealed with careful restraint, mixed with anger and grievance like a trapped animal licking its wounds.
The back of his head was held by slender fingers, and the fingertips gently rolled over the loose hair on the back of his neck. There was a kind of almost pious trembling hidden in this action.
Lu Wensheng: “Ugh!!!” Oh no, it’s a bastard! He’s trying to force himself on me!
The silk that bound his wrists was untied at some point, but the moment Lu Wensheng tried to push it away, he was grabbed tightly by a pair of hands with distinct joints and thin calluses, and pressed against the carved bedpost next to the gilded curtain hook.
As the world spun, he was trapped on a bed covered with a red quilt with a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the red silk curtains poured down like blood-colored clouds. As the world spun, the gilded patterns on the ceiling of the tent cast tiny spots of light under the candlelight, like stars falling into his red eyes.
This kiss came without warning, yet was as intense as a downpour.
The man's lips were a little dry, and when they rolled over his lips, it seemed like an angry accusation, but also hiding a cautious grievance.
Lu Wensheng struggled to tilt his head, and the tip of his teeth brushed against the other's lips, but in return he was subjected to even more violent suppression - the tip of his tongue pried open his clenched teeth, and with irresistible force, swallowed his panicked breaths one by one.
Lu Wensheng was shocked and angry, and he struggled instinctively. An ambiguous protest came out of his throat, and he tasted a hint of rust in his mouth - he had bitten the other person's lip.
During the struggle, the blindfold scarf finally slipped to the ground.
The candlelight splashed in like broken gold, and the first thing that caught my eye was a pair of slightly upturned golden-red eyes, covered with a layer of watery light, like molten gold and broken amber soaked in spring water. The tails of the eyes were slightly red, like maple leaves hit by frost, but the eyelashes were trembling violently, like a butterfly flapping its wings about to fly, casting tiny shadows under the eyes.
Silver-gray hair was scattered on her shoulders, with a few flower petals stuck to the ends of her hair, making her face look even paler. However, there was a hint of bright red on her lips - it was the mark left by his bite.
Liu Jiqian's lips were slightly swollen, with a trace of silver hanging from the corners of his lips, dazzling in the candlelight.
He was breathing slightly, his nose almost touching Lu Wensheng. Complex emotions were surging in his golden-red eyes, including grievance, unwillingness, and a hint of suppressed heat, like fire wrapped in ice, burning people.
The man's lips were red and swollen from being bitten by him, and blood mixed with silver threads were sliding down from the corners of his lips. However, there was an inextricable grievance in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. The whole person was so fragile that he seemed like he would break at the touch, but he stubbornly wrapped his arms around his waist, as if he was afraid that the man would fly away if he let go.
Is it Liu Jiqian? !
This result was like a thunderclap in Lu Wensheng's mind, and his struggle suddenly froze.
The person in front of him had his nose against his ear, his rapid breathing sprayed on his neck, his disordered eyebrows and eyes were reflected in his golden-red pupils, and the tails of his eyes were red as if dipped in cinnabar, but in the moment when he was stunned, he wanted to get close to him again.
Lu Wensheng's desperate aura suddenly disappeared, and he pinched his face with some speechlessness: "...Liu Jiqian, let go." Do you have to go through so much trouble to kiss me? Can he still defend himself against kissing me?
When Lu Wensheng pinched Liu Jiqian's cheek, his eyelashes trembled violently and a muffled sob came out of his throat.
"No."
Liu Jiqian shook his head stubbornly, the end of his hair brushing across Lu Wensheng's collarbone, causing a shudder.
His fingertips dug deep into the other's waist, and his voice was choked with broken sobs: "You hate me." These words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, mixed with grievance and unwillingness, "You don't even want to look at me..."
"What the hell?!" Brother, are you talking about Chinese? He knows every word, so why can't he understand?
Lu Wensheng's face was full of question marks, he didn't know when he started to hate the other person.