roccoschili Chapter 61 The Letter Hidden in the Sock!
Chapter 61 The Letter Hidden in the Sock!
Xu Longxiang's blood froze instantly!
Qin Mu is here!
Right now! Right here in Qingxue's room!
He wanted to rush in, to kill that man, and to rescue Qingxue!
But reason held him back.
No.
Rushing in now will not only fail to save Qingxue, but will also kill her, kill ourselves, and kill everyone in the Northern Territory.
He could only stand there, like a stone statue, listening to the faint sounds coming from inside the room.
The sounds were muffled and indistinct.
But it was precisely this ambiguity that caused him even more pain.
Because of his imagination, he fills in all the details.
He could almost see Qingxue being pinned down by that man, enduring humiliation.
You could see the tears she was trying to hold back on her pale face.
You could see the despair hidden deep in her eyes...
"ah--!!!"
Xu Longxiang roared silently in his heart, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers and staining the bluestone slabs red.
But he couldn't move.
He couldn't move at all.
He could only stand, listen, and endure this torture that was even more painful than being slowly sliced to death.
Time seemed to stand still.
Every breath felt like an eternity.
After an unknown amount of time, the sounds inside the room gradually subsided.
The candle went out.
Everything returned to silence.
Xu Longxiang remained standing motionless in the shadows.
In the darkness, his eyes shone with a terrifying light; they were not tears, but burning flames, a madness capable of destroying everything.
Qin Mu...
He stared intently at the dark window, and in his heart, he swore a blood oath, word by word:
"I, Xu Longxiang, swear to the heavens—one day, I will tear you to pieces! I will raze your imperial city to the ground! I will reclaim everything that belongs to me!"
"And the humiliation you inflicted on Qingxue, I will repay a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!"
The night wind howled, whipping up the corner of his clothes.
The dark figure, like a ghost, silently blended into the night and disappeared.
Only a few dark red bloodstains remained on the pillars, like blooming spider lilies, poignant and despairing.
Inside the room, on the canopy bed.
Qin Mu leaned against the headboard, holding the unconscious Jiang Qingxue in his arms.
Her face was still wet with tears, and her brows were furrowed even in her sleep, as if she were carrying endless pain.
Qin Mu reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
His movements were gentle, but his eyes were frighteningly calm.
Then, he looked up and gazed out the window.
My gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, and I saw the dark figure that had just left.
A cold smile curved at the corner of his lips.
Xu Longxiang...
The show has only just begun.
I eagerly await the day you completely break down.
He lowered his head and placed a kiss on Jiang Qingxue's forehead, as tenderly as a lover.
Then, I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The night was deep and all was quiet.
Only the sound of the night watchman's clapper echoed through the distant streets, one sound after another.
Like a death knell, it tolls prematurely for an ending that has yet to come.
......
The night was deep, and only a lone lamp flickered in the corner of the window.
Jiang Qingxue lay on the canopy bed, her brocade quilt disheveled, her moon-white nightgown hanging loosely on her body, revealing a few ambiguous red marks on her shoulders and neck.
She lay curled up on her side, her long, black hair spread out on the pillow, obscuring most of her face.
She wasn't actually asleep.
A series of uncomfortable aches and pains spread through her body, and the humiliation and despair in her heart surged like a tide, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.
What terrified her even more was the letter hidden beside the feet under the quilt, or more precisely, inside the right sock.
Just now, after Qin Mu fell asleep, she quietly hid the letter in the shadows under the desk, but then felt it was inappropriate and stuffed it back into the sock on her right foot.
The socks were made of brocade and worn close to the skin. The letter was folded into a small square and hidden at the ankle. The sock cuffs were tightly bound, leaving no trace from the outside.
But at this moment, the presence of this letter is heavier than a mountain.
She could clearly feel the cardboard pressing against her ankle, and with each heartbeat, it felt as if it would shake her out.
Qin Mu lay down next to him.
His breathing was steady and long, as if he had fallen asleep.
An arm casually rested on her waist, its warmth seeping through her thin nightgown, yet it only sent a chill down her spine.
She dared not move, even her breathing was deliberately kept quiet, for fear of disturbing him.
Time passes little by little.
The faint sound of the water clock could be heard from outside; it was already past 1:45 AM.
Jiang Qingxue's tense nerves gradually gave way, and sleepiness began to creep in.
Just then—
The arm around her waist moved.
Qin Mu turned over to face her, and his other hand naturally rested on her leg.
Jiang Qingxue froze, all her sleepiness vanishing instantly.
The hand slowly moved down her calf, the palm warm, the fingertips calloused, sending a shiver down her spine as it brushed against her skin.
What is he going to do?
Is it...
The hand stopped at her ankle.
Jiang Qingxue's heart almost jumped out of her chest!
Qin Mu's fingers gently caressed her ankle, the movement as tender as if he were playing with a piece of jade.
"Your feet are truly beautiful."
His voice rang out in the quiet night, languid and hoarse from just waking up, "Exquisite and delicate, with skin like solidified cream."
Jiang Qingxue gritted her teeth, not daring to respond.
She could feel Qin Mu's fingers lingering at the top of her sock.
If he just went down a little further, he could touch the letter!
"These socks..." Qin Mu suddenly chuckled, "Aren't they stuffy? Let me take them off for you."
As he spoke, he hooked his fingers around the top of the sock and began to pull it down.
"don't want!"
Jiang Qingxue blurted it out almost without thinking, her voice sharp with panic.
She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth.
That reaction was too deliberate!
Qin Mu stopped moving.
In the darkness, she felt his gaze on her face, and even with her eyes closed, she could feel the meaning behind his gaze.
"Hmm?" Qin Mu's voice remained gentle, but with a hint of amusement. "Why such a big reaction to taking off my socks?"
Jiang Qingxue's brain was working at lightning speed.
She must provide a reasonable explanation, otherwise...
One excuse after another flashed through her mind, and she rejected them one by one.
There was only one thought in my mind: I can't let him take it off.
A thought that made her feel ashamed surfaced.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to turn around to face Qin Mu.
In the darkness, she couldn't see his expression, only his deep eyes gleaming in the night.
She reached out and pressed down on Qin Mu's hand, which was hooking the top of his sock. Her voice was extremely soft, with a deliberate flirtatious tone.
"Your Majesty... I... I feel even better wearing socks."
The moment she said those words, Jiang Qingxue felt a strong wave of nausea.
She actually... she actually said such a thing!
Using such a lewd tone to imply such sordid things!
Qin Mu seemed to be taken aback for a moment.
Then, he chuckled softly.
The laughter was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, carrying an undisguised mockery.
"Oh? I can feel your hands when I touch your hands, your back, your neck, but... I can't feel anything when I take off your socks?"
Jiang Qingxue's face turned bright red, half from shame and half from anger.
But she had no choice but to grit her teeth and continue acting.
She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes casting trembling shadows beneath her eyes, and her voice was barely audible.
"Hasn't His Majesty always...liked this?"
These words plunged her into an even deeper abyss of shame.
She recalled those unbearable nights; Qin Mu did indeed have some unusual fetishes.
She felt disgusted and nauseous at the time, but now she had to bring it up herself and pretend to enjoy it.
A strong sense of self-loathing welled up inside me.
Qin Mu's laughter grew even louder.
He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, supporting himself on his hands beside her as he looked down at her.
Although they couldn't see each other's expressions in the darkness, Jiang Qingxue could sense the amusement and scrutiny in his eyes.
His voice was tinged with laughter, and his warm breath brushed against her cheek. "Since my beloved concubine likes to wear it, then wear it."
After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
The kiss was irresistibly aggressive, forcefully prying open her teeth and robbing her of her breath and everything else.
Jiang Qingxue was forced to endure it, her body stiff, her chest feeling icy cold.
letter……
The letter is still in the sock!
Jiang Qingxue tensed up, almost screaming out loud.
Fortunately, Qin Mu did not notice anything unusual and quickly let go of his hand.
She curled up, pulling her feet deeper into the blankets, trying to avoid his touch.
The light letter felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, making her bones ache.
That night, Jiang Qingxue didn't close her eyes again.
It wasn't until dawn, when Qin Mu got up and left, that she dared to slowly take the letter that had been sealed away all night out of her stocking.
The letter was soaked with sweat, wrinkled, and the edges were somewhat torn, but the writing on it was still clear.
Jiang Qingxue stared blankly at the letter, a tear sliding down her cheek and onto the paper, blurring the ink.
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