AMLFS Chapter 82
by VolareThe words Zhao Fangye uttered reached Song Huaixi’s ears with perfect clarity.
A delicate, fair face flushed crimson.
Shy in his heart, Song Huaixi still obediently nestled in Zhao Fangye’s embrace, burying his head in his chest without struggling.
Seeing his obedient demeanor, Zhao Fangye chuckled softly in his throat.
Holding him, he kicked open the door.
Song Huaixi was gently placed on the bed, and Zhao Fangye turned to close the door and light the candles in the room.
Remembering that Song Huaixi didn’t like bright candlelight, he paused in the act of lighting the candles and walked towards the bed instead.
Lying on the bed, Song Huaixi watched with wide eyes as the tall figure leaned towards him.
The bed curtains fell, and faint candlelight shone through the fabric into the bed.
His gaze fixed on Zhao Fangye’s beautiful face, Song Huaixi’s chest filled with a dense drumming sound.
Thump, thump, thump…
A handsome face slowly approached, and Song Huaixi stared at him with dark, unblinking eyes. He felt his breath almost stop, and a strange nervousness arose in his heart.
After all, they hadn’t seen each other for some time, and Song Huaixi was always a little shy about being intimate in bed.
Just as he was about to purse his lips and close his eyes, waiting for the kiss he imagined, he felt a warm breath near his ear.
Zhao Fangye leaned close to his ear, his low voice carrying a smile as it entered his ears: “Huaixi, breathe in.”
“Are you very nervous?”
Zhao Fangye’s thumb gently stroked his cheeks, which had become flushed from holding his breath, and the smile in his narrow eyes deepened.
His eyelashes fluttered, and Song Huaixi saw the teasing smile in his eyes. His ears burned, and he felt a little embarrassed, covering his eyes with his hand and saying in a low voice,
“Mm…”
Little did he know that this appearance in Zhao Fangye’s eyes was like a blatant seduction, making him unable to resist the urge to devour the person beneath him in one gulp.
But Zhao Fangye couldn’t bear to. He always paid attention to Song Huaixi’s feelings during intimacy. As long as Song Huaixi showed the slightest unwillingness, Zhao Fangye would stop immediately.
Love is not one party’s indulgence, but both parties’ acceptance and understanding.
A gentle kiss enveloped Zhao Fangye’s unique aura, their lips and teeth intertwined, their breaths mingling. Song Huaixi’s soft lips were gently bitten.
The arm covering his eyes was also taken down by Zhao Fangye and pressed onto the bed, their fingers intertwined tightly. His nervous mood was inexplicably relieved at this moment.
Enveloped in the familiar aura, Song Huaixi felt as if he had drunk wine, and his body became ethereal.
He couldn’t help but let out a comfortable moan, wrapping his entire body around Zhao Fangye’s sturdy frame like a vine.
As their passion deepened, Song Huaixi’s body trembled slightly. The clothes on his body had long disappeared in their entanglement, leaving only a loose undergarment draped over him.
It had a sense of alluring modesty, half-hidden, half-revealed, and beneath the disheveled hair was a youthful and innocent face.
Surely no man could resist this scene before him.
Zhao Fangye’s eyes were filled with desire, and he held the person in his arms. His breathing was heavy, and his tone was restrained: “Huaixi, is it okay?”
Biting his lip, Song Huaixi’s eyes lowered, the corners of his eyes slightly pink, and his lips glistening with moisture.
He propped himself up, reached out, and hugged his neck, resting his sweaty face on Zhao Fangye’s shoulder.
He nodded lightly: “Mm…okay…”
The next moment, a short, rapid gasp escaped from the room, mixed with a low voice of comfort.
Outside the window, the moonlight was bright, and dappled shadows of trees were reflected on the window lattice.
The wind rose in the night, and the dappled shadows of the trees swayed with the evening wind, sometimes violently, sometimes gently, never ceasing.
The next day, he opened his eyes. Song Huaixi rolled over in bed.
He felt that the bedding beside him had already turned cold.
Lying on the bedding, reluctant to get up, Song Huaixi felt refreshed all over. Zhao Fangye must have carried him to bathe last night. His clothes still carried the faint scent of soapberry.
The only thing that bothered him was that his waist was very sore.
Chun Hua knocked on the door outside and asked, “Royal Consort, are you awake?”
Song Huaixi responded, and Chun Hua walked in with the toiletries: “Has the Royal Consort rested well? The Prince instructed us not to let you sleep too long, saying that you should have some breakfast, or you’ll have no strength.”
Whether it was that word that stimulated Song Huaixi, Chun Hua watched in astonishment as Song Huaixi’s face turned red for no apparent reason.
“Royal Consort?” Chun Hua quickly ran over and reached out to touch his forehead, murmuring, “Strange, he doesn’t have a fever?”
“Royal Consort, are you feeling unwell anywhere?”
Song Huaixi covered his face with both hands and shook his head: “No…I’m not feeling unwell…”
He was just thinking about what Zhao Fangye had said to him last night.
On the bed, Song Huaixi’s hair was damp with sweat, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water. Zhao Fangye held his waist, seeing that Song Huaixi was so tired that he couldn’t even lift his fingers.
He frowned slightly: “Huaixi, you’re already out of strength? It seems you need to eat more, you get tired too quickly.”
It was only once, and Zhao Fangye had only just satisfied his craving, yet Song Huaixi was already exhausted like this.
Holding his slender body, Zhao Fangye was determined to fatten him up a bit, he was too weak.
Otherwise, it would easily be disharmonious.
Hearing his words, Song Huaixi was a little unconvinced. It was clearly Zhao Fangye’s fault.
Struggling to open his eyes, he grabbed his strong arm and protested, “It’s clearly because you were too fierce…it took so long…so tiring…”
Zhao Fangye’s eyes were full of doting, and seeing his puffed-up cheeks, he quickly coaxed him: “Alright, alright, it’s my fault. Be good, go to sleep if you’re tired. I won’t bother you.”
Firstly, Song Huaixi was tired, and secondly, Zhao Fangye didn’t want him to be unable to get out of bed the next day.
Getting out of bed to wash up and get dressed, Zhao Lu brought in breakfast.
Song Huaixi sat at the table, looking at the meal in front of him, which was more than twice the usual amount.
Pinching his chopsticks, he looked at Zhao Lu in confusion and said, “There’s so much food today. Is it a holiday?”
Chun Hua burst out laughing: “Haha, Royal Consort. Today is not a holiday. The Prince instructed that the Royal Consort is too thin and needs to eat more. Don’t be too picky.”
“Ah?” Song Huaixi looked at the dishes in front of him, frowning and muttering, “How can I finish all this…”
“Royal Consort, eat more. The Prince is right. This servant sees that you haven’t been eating well on the journey, and you’ve become a little thin.” Chun Hua stepped forward to serve him food: “Eat more!”
In the end, Song Huaixi stuffed himself with a full stomach of breakfast, feeling as if the food was about to overflow from his throat.
Standing up, he ran to the courtyard and said, “So bloated, I need to digest…”
The spring sunlight was just right these days, and Song Huaixi walked aimlessly in the residence. He had originally intended to bring Little Wolf with him, but Little Wolf had run off somewhere to play, and Song Huaixi didn’t see it.
Walking and walking, Song Huaixi reached the garden in the backyard.
Just as he was looking at the peach blossoms in full bloom, he turned his head, and a strange face suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
That face also had a scar across it, from his brow bone to his temple. It cruelly made a handsome face look terrifying.
“Ah!”
Song Huaixi gave a short cry in fright.