roccoschili Chapter 270 Zhao Qingxue regretted it; Qin Mu was truly inhuman!
Chapter 270 Zhao Qingxue regretted it; Qin Mu was truly inhuman!
Night was falling.
The inner hall of the Phoenix Palace in the Liyang Imperial Palace.
The flickering candlelight cast a warm and hazy glow over the entire bedchamber.
The candlelight shone through the pale pink gauze, casting a soft glow on the walls and floor, like a thin layer of rouge, adding a touch of ambiguity to the quiet night.
On the rosewood carved bed, the brocade quilt was in disarray.
Zhao Qingxue lay on her back, staring blankly at the top of the tent.
The tent ceiling was pale blue, embroidered with flowing cloud patterns in silver thread, and gleamed softly in the candlelight.
The drifting clouds swayed gently with the flickering candlelight, as if slowly flowing towards a distant place she couldn't see.
But she couldn't see anything.
Only one thought kept echoing in my mind—
regret.
I deeply regret it.
Why did you say "I'll take you out for a nice meal tonight" in the first place?
She thought she could finally take a break.
She thought that the entire day, from morning to evening, would be enough for her to recover her strength.
But she was wrong.
That's completely wrong.
This man is like a tireless beast.
No, even wild beasts get tired.
He doesn't need to rest at all.
From dawn to afternoon, from afternoon to dusk, from dusk to this late night...
For a full seven or eight hours.
She couldn't remember how long it had been.
All I remember is begging for mercy countless times, looking at him pitifully with my deep purple phoenix eyes countless times, and saying in a hoarse voice countless times, "I can't take it anymore," "I really can't take it anymore."
But each time, he just smiled gently.
Then show her through your actions—
No, you can still do it.
That gentle yet assertive demeanor was simply irresistible to her.
Just like right now.
She lay there, her whole body aching and weak, as if her bones had been removed.
Every muscle screamed with exhaustion, every inch of skin still lingered with the sensation of the previous touch, and every breath carried the languid feeling of satisfaction.
My legs felt weak, my waist ached and felt numb, and I didn't even have the strength to lift my arms.
She didn't even know how she survived that state.
All I know is that when everything finally calmed down, she was as if she had been pulled out of the water, her long hair soaked with sweat, which clung to her cheeks and her chest, covered in fine beads of sweat.
And who is the culprit?
Zhao Qingxue's gaze shifted with difficulty to the other corner of the bed.
There, Qin Mu was leaning against the headboard.
He was wearing a moon-white undergarment, the collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone and a small patch of his muscular chest.
His long hair was loosely draped over his shoulders, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, adding a touch of languid charm to his handsome face.
He was holding a book in his hand.
The book had a light blue cover, yellowed pages, and worn edges, clearly indicating that it had been read many times.
It was those "unorthodox" novels she hid in the deepest corner of her bookshelf.
Those popular stories that tell tales of love, hate, and passion.
Those "secrets" she secretly read in her spare time, which she never let anyone know.
At that moment, he was engrossed in flipping through the pages.
It would occasionally let out a soft chuckle.
It seemed as if they were amused by the plot of the book.
Zhao Qingxue was furious when she saw his expression.
She was exhausted here, her whole body ached and she couldn't even move.
He, on the other hand, was engrossed in reading her novel.
They were still watching so intently.
And he was laughing so happily.
On what grounds?
Zhao Qingxue took a deep breath and, with all her might, spoke.
His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of languid satisfaction, yet also tinged with obvious annoyance:
"Stop looking at it."
Qin Mu raised his eyes and looked at her.
A smile played in those deep eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone casual as if they were having a casual chat. "It looks pretty good."
As he spoke, he shook the book in his hand.
The gestures, the tone, the expression—it was indescribably...infuriating.
Zhao Qingxue frowned.
Her gaze fell on the pages of the book, where she could vaguely see the densely packed lead characters.
That was one of her favorite novels.
It was the only thing that allowed her to escape reality during those long, lonely nights.
At this moment, being looked through by this man made her feel an indescribable shyness.
It felt as if my most private corner had been spied on.
"You..." she began, as if trying to say something.
But the words stuck in his throat.
Because she suddenly realized that she no longer had the right to stop him.
This man, even she herself belongs to him.
Let alone a few novels?
Zhao Qingxue bit her lip.
Then, she changed the subject.
His voice was still hoarse, but he tried his best to keep it steady.
"Weren't you going to eat something delicious?"
She paused, her gaze fixed on his face, and spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Are you still going or not?"
The moment she said those words, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside her.
On one hand, she genuinely wanted to go out.
She wanted to leave this bed, to leave this bedroom, to leave this place that left her feeling weak all over and with nowhere to escape.
Even just going out for a walk, even just breathing in some fresh air, is good.
on the other hand.
She genuinely didn't want Qin Mu to continue reading her novel there.
The contents of those books were all stories of talented men and beautiful women, heroes and heroines.
But those stories were precisely her most secretive hobby.
Being looked through like that by him made her feel like she was being stripped naked.
Qin Mu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
A hint of amusement flashed in those deep eyes.
"I would like to go," he said slowly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "but—"
He paused, his gaze falling on her, scrutinizing her carefully from top to bottom and bottom to top.
Then, a playful smile curved his lips:
"Can you go?"
These words were spoken in a veiled manner, yet they were enough for Zhao Qingxue to understand.
Zhao Qingxue's face instantly turned red.
The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, down her neck, and burned deep into her collar.
Of course she knew what he was talking about.
She knows best what state her body is in right now.
My legs felt weak, my lower back ached and felt numb, and every movement brought a dull ache to my body.
How could someone like her possibly leave?
But faced with Qin Mu's amused gaze, and his expression that seemed to say, "See? I knew you couldn't do it."
Zhao Qingxue's stubbornness was suddenly ignited.
She gritted her teeth.
Take a deep breath.
Then, slowly and deliberately, each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"I—can—go."
Qin Mu's smile deepened as he looked at her.
He didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.
When Zhao Qingxue met that gaze, her stubbornness burned even brighter.
She took a deep breath.
Then--
Start moving.
First, the fingers.
Those slender, fair fingers slowly curled and slowly stretched, once, then again.
Then the arms.
I braced myself on the bed and used all my strength to support my body.
The movement was slow and difficult.
Every muscle was screaming with exhaustion, and every bone was protesting.
But she gritted her teeth and, little by little, pulled herself up.
Then comes the waist.
Slowly straighten up.
finally--
She sat up.
then.
Start getting dressed.
Pick up the undergarment that was placed on the bedside table.
It was a moon-white silk undergarment, light and soft, the kind she usually wore.
Then comes the outer skirt.
It was a light purple long dress made of the finest brocade, with a well-fitting cut and silver-threaded orchids embroidered on the hem.
She picked up the skirt, intending to stand up and put it on.
But as soon as I moved, my legs felt weak and sore.
She stumbled and nearly fell.
Holding onto the edge of the bed, I steadied myself.
Gritting her teeth, she put the dress on.
When tying the belt, my fingers trembled so much that I could barely hold the thin strap.
Qin Mu looked at her like this.
The smile in his eyes grew deeper and deeper.
He gently put down the book in his hand.
Then he stood up.
A pale white inner garment was loosely draped over her body, its opening revealing a large expanse of her chest.
Qin Mu walked up to Zhao Qingxue and stopped.
He reached out his hand and smiled gently.
His slender fingers landed on her collar.
She gently straightened the crooked collar of her clothes.
Smooth out the wrinkles.
Tighten the loose belt again.
The movements were slow and gentle.
It was as if they were treating the most precious treasure in the world.
Zhao Qingxue stood there, motionless.
She let him straighten her clothes.
Feel the warmth of his fingertips, feel his gentle movements.
My heart started racing again.
But this time, there was no fear in that heartbeat.
There was only one indescribable, complex emotion.
at last,
Qin Mu's hand stopped.
He took a step back and looked her up and down.
Then, nodded.
"Okay," he said.
He paused, then added:
"You can go out now."
Zhao Qingxue looked at him, at the gentle smile in his eyes.
An indescribable warmth welled up in my heart.
She pursed her lips.
Then, open your mouth.
The sound was very soft, yet exceptionally clear:
"Let's go then."
Qin Mu nodded.
He turned around, walked to the clothes rack, picked up the moon-white robe, and draped it over his shoulders.
Fasten your belt.
I straightened my clothes.
Then, he walked back to her side.
Reach out.
Zhao Qingxue looked at that hand.
Tall and slender with well-defined joints, it gleamed like jade in the candlelight.
She pursed her lips.
Reach out and grasp it.
The palm was warm, with a thin callus-like texture.
As always.
The two walked side by side toward the palace gate.
The pace was slow and steady.
Zhao Qingxue felt uncomfortable with every step she took.
But she gritted her teeth, persevered, and walked step by step.
Do not let yourself give yourself any openings.
Qin Mu seemed to sense her reluctance.
He didn't speak, but simply slowed his pace to match her rhythm.
The hand that was holding hers tightened its grip even more.