What kind of bad thoughts can Mr. Xiao have?
Chapter 35: Chapter 35
Chapter 35: Chapter 35
"Master? Are you still asleep? Shui Jing said..."
As Wei Huai'en's face got closer, Xiao Qi took a light breath and closed his mouth.The dim candlelight was separated by curtains, and he lay on the soft bed with her intimidating all his mind, quietly waiting for her gift.
Kissing, hugging, he has already classified these among the rewards he deserves. He thought that Wei Huai'en's depressed heart was beating excitedly at this moment, and it was hard to ignore in the space circled by her black hair.
A pair of gentle hands touched his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the corners of his eyes and his cheeks. Her closeness made him tremble uncontrollably, just like a scene in a dream, making him even suspect that this was his fantasy.
The breath is entangled, and he can confirm her existence through the temperature without even needing eyes.
He can only wait for her arrival.
"Xiao Qi, take off your clothes."
The soft lips pressed against his ear and kissed lightly, but he spit out words that made him fall into an ice cave.
"what?"
Xiao Qi instinctively tightened his skirt, moved his eyes to look at her, and couldn't believe his ears.
"what did you say?"
"Take off your clothes."
She sat up straight, tilted her head and looked at his guard, not knowing how cruel such words were to him.
Xiao Qi's lips trembled a few times, and he said the word with difficulty:
"……Do not."
"why?"
She always asked him such unanswerable questions, and even put her hands on his hands that were tightly clutching the skirt, as she always did when he disagreed with her.
But not this time, really not.He had no time to think about her intentions, he only knew how to protect his self-esteem desperately.The thought of fleeing actually came up, and he fled from her face neatly, standing on the ground.
"Where are you going? Don't go!"
She hooked his belt when he was hesitating what to say to leave, her bright face was illuminated by the candlelight, and when he turned around, he saw her cold as ice.
"Xiao Qi, are you disobeying me?"
There was a moment of silence, Xiao Qi froze on the spot, maintaining a half-turned posture with her waistband hooked on his back, his whole body was intimidated by her aura, and he was too stiff to move.
The tenderness in the veil was shattered into powder, and her eyes pierced his heart, forcing his unclear heart to understand with pain:
Don't forget who you are.
He didn't dare to think about the consequences he would have if he continued to leave on his own. Where did Princess Jiarou give anyone a chance to bargain? It was because he was arrogant, reckless, and he didn't know what to say.
He knelt on the ground and hung his head:
"The servant dare not."
She was probably satisfied, because he no longer felt that dangerous atmosphere that made him shudder.
But he didn't dare to raise his head to confirm, the stare in his eyes shattered all his fantasies, perhaps he had expected this day to come, but at this moment he actually felt: "This day has finally arrived."
His master was completely reborn, realized her vision and ambition, and stood above ten thousand people step by step.
He may have been her slave, her friend, her ally, her reliance, and even her lover for a few moments, but it's all over, the past is up to today.
Her fragility and anxiety have been soothed by her with more useful authority, and she no longer needs someone like him to put down her tenderness.
The reason why a dream is a beautiful dream is that the person in the dream clearly knows that a certain moment is the time to wake up from the dream, so he can let himself indulge in it, pretending that the last moment will never come.
In this way, at the moment when the dream ends, you will willingly accept this fact.
He wasn't sad, nor was he unwilling, just a little...
pity.
But these emotions are not important to a slave.What she wanted was no longer Xiao Qi, but the skin of a capable and trustworthy slave, his appearance, a part of him, but she couldn't say that it was the complete him.
She doesn't want his soul anymore, she doesn't care anymore, that's why she threatens him with such cold eyes, and doesn't care whether he will be stabbed or not.
If the Goddess who endowed the puppet with the soul wants to take back all these things, the puppet can only let it go.
He can only and must turn back into a wood without joy or sorrow, give up his dignity, give up his thoughts, and learn from other marionettes again, only following the master's wishes.
But the body is numb, but the soul is awake and suffering.How could he pretend that nothing had happened before?
"What the master wants to do, the slave dare not disobey."
He tore open his skirt, revealing his well-defined chest, followed by a glaring scar on his right shoulder.
His sleeve fell to the ground, his hand rested on the belt buckle, and he closed his eyes in despair.
"stop."
She sat down on the bed with bare feet, stood on the thick carpet and slightly bent over to touch his scar: "How did this happen? Didn't I tell you not to damage this skin?"
Xiao Qi opened his eyes, and there was a broken light in the phoenix pupils.He was almost about to reveal his incompleteness in front of her eyes, but now he couldn't think of an answer, and only thought about how to delay the time.
Her nails were as round as shells, scratching his raised scars with a strange itch.What can he say to divert the attention of this already unfamiliar master? How can he preserve his self-esteem?
When he didn't answer, she asked, "Why didn't you say so?"
She lifted his chin and took a panoramic view of his despair and pleading, as if some hard shell in her heart had been bumped, making her feel that the relationship between them seemed to be separated by something, not happy enough, not enough Straightforward.
She thought that Xiao Qi was the same existence as the musicians and actors raised by Sister Jiafu. She felt that she had seen more intimate contact between men and women, and felt that she could get the same intimacy from Xiao Qi.
She likes his skin and is used to being intimate with him, why is she so sad just to ask him to take off his clothes?
How did she pamper him like this?
But, it's strange, she knows that she is growing up, and she also knows that she has changed a lot, but Xiao Qi seems to be difficult to define with simple slaves and male pets.She didn't look down on him because of his eunuch status, everything she had said to him counted.
It's just that Xiao Qi is no longer the chief executive who surrounds her, and she is not a little princess who is always restrained. If they have no reason to maintain this relationship, should she let him go?
Or, should she regard him as part of the past and just drift away and return to their respective worlds?
He knows her too well, maybe everyone says that Princess Jiarou is unfathomable and unfathomable, but in his eyes, every movement of her clearly expresses her thoughts.
He could see her hesitation and her alienation, and his intuition told him that this was his last chance. After tonight, the two hearts would be completely separated, and there would never be a tacit understanding between them at this moment.
"Wynn..."
He still called her that way, wrapping her with watery affection, using his eyes as springs, trying for the last time to break the seal in her heart called desire for power:
"Who are you asking? Xiao Qi, or an ordinary slave?"
He was asking the real Wei Huai'en, just like many years ago, fighting for her truth with power.
His eyes shone with anticipation. For some reason, she softened her legs and sat in front of him.She didn't know that he spent twice as much time sculpting his body as a man, but she involuntarily raised her hand and pressed it on his naked jade chest.
Smooth, but firm.The skin and flesh are brocade, and the muscles and bones are made of iron, but they can't stop the beating heart under her palm.
"Plop, plop..."
The fingers tightened and clasped his muscles, and the other hand ran across his half body and pressed on his scar.
She heard his breathing becoming heavy on the top of her head, and she suddenly pressed her face against his chest, feeling the muscles tightened by his sudden gasp. This is a fresh body full of vitality, which is her answer .
"Xiao Qi, I'm asking my Xiao Qi."
This sentence was like a spell, which made Wei Huai'en throw himself into his arms unreservedly as if some shackles had been undone after he said it:
"Tell me, Xiao Qi, how did you get hurt?"
Everything suddenly made sense and touched.Not only did she feel sadness and heartache in his arms, but she also found that the incense in the room smelled almost the same as his clothes, and the carpet under her knees was the northern animal skin that he sent back last year when he was too late to come back.
Why did she only know how to climb up and how to consolidate her position in the day-to-day intrigue, while ignoring everything around her?
Even the scar, I didn't think it was serious when I first saw it, after all, isn't he alive and able to move freely?But now she didn't even dare to take a second look. It was clearly a deep cut where the bones were visible. How much pain should he have?
"It's just that during the surprise attack by Bei Zhai, he took Xuan Yusi's people to the battlefield. The sword has no eyes. This is just a minor injury, and it's not a problem."
He knelt straight, not daring to make any rash moves.
The scar was suddenly pressed against by soft lips, he gasped and grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away:
"No..."
She covered his lips, stifling his words.
(End of this chapter)
"Master? Are you still asleep? Shui Jing said..."
As Wei Huai'en's face got closer, Xiao Qi took a light breath and closed his mouth.The dim candlelight was separated by curtains, and he lay on the soft bed with her intimidating all his mind, quietly waiting for her gift.
Kissing, hugging, he has already classified these among the rewards he deserves. He thought that Wei Huai'en's depressed heart was beating excitedly at this moment, and it was hard to ignore in the space circled by her black hair.
A pair of gentle hands touched his forehead, the bridge of his nose, the corners of his eyes and his cheeks. Her closeness made him tremble uncontrollably, just like a scene in a dream, making him even suspect that this was his fantasy.
The breath is entangled, and he can confirm her existence through the temperature without even needing eyes.
He can only wait for her arrival.
"Xiao Qi, take off your clothes."
The soft lips pressed against his ear and kissed lightly, but he spit out words that made him fall into an ice cave.
"what?"
Xiao Qi instinctively tightened his skirt, moved his eyes to look at her, and couldn't believe his ears.
"what did you say?"
"Take off your clothes."
She sat up straight, tilted her head and looked at his guard, not knowing how cruel such words were to him.
Xiao Qi's lips trembled a few times, and he said the word with difficulty:
"……Do not."
"why?"
She always asked him such unanswerable questions, and even put her hands on his hands that were tightly clutching the skirt, as she always did when he disagreed with her.
But not this time, really not.He had no time to think about her intentions, he only knew how to protect his self-esteem desperately.The thought of fleeing actually came up, and he fled from her face neatly, standing on the ground.
"Where are you going? Don't go!"
She hooked his belt when he was hesitating what to say to leave, her bright face was illuminated by the candlelight, and when he turned around, he saw her cold as ice.
"Xiao Qi, are you disobeying me?"
There was a moment of silence, Xiao Qi froze on the spot, maintaining a half-turned posture with her waistband hooked on his back, his whole body was intimidated by her aura, and he was too stiff to move.
The tenderness in the veil was shattered into powder, and her eyes pierced his heart, forcing his unclear heart to understand with pain:
Don't forget who you are.
He didn't dare to think about the consequences he would have if he continued to leave on his own. Where did Princess Jiarou give anyone a chance to bargain? It was because he was arrogant, reckless, and he didn't know what to say.
He knelt on the ground and hung his head:
"The servant dare not."
She was probably satisfied, because he no longer felt that dangerous atmosphere that made him shudder.
But he didn't dare to raise his head to confirm, the stare in his eyes shattered all his fantasies, perhaps he had expected this day to come, but at this moment he actually felt: "This day has finally arrived."
His master was completely reborn, realized her vision and ambition, and stood above ten thousand people step by step.
He may have been her slave, her friend, her ally, her reliance, and even her lover for a few moments, but it's all over, the past is up to today.
Her fragility and anxiety have been soothed by her with more useful authority, and she no longer needs someone like him to put down her tenderness.
The reason why a dream is a beautiful dream is that the person in the dream clearly knows that a certain moment is the time to wake up from the dream, so he can let himself indulge in it, pretending that the last moment will never come.
In this way, at the moment when the dream ends, you will willingly accept this fact.
He wasn't sad, nor was he unwilling, just a little...
pity.
But these emotions are not important to a slave.What she wanted was no longer Xiao Qi, but the skin of a capable and trustworthy slave, his appearance, a part of him, but she couldn't say that it was the complete him.
She doesn't want his soul anymore, she doesn't care anymore, that's why she threatens him with such cold eyes, and doesn't care whether he will be stabbed or not.
If the Goddess who endowed the puppet with the soul wants to take back all these things, the puppet can only let it go.
He can only and must turn back into a wood without joy or sorrow, give up his dignity, give up his thoughts, and learn from other marionettes again, only following the master's wishes.
But the body is numb, but the soul is awake and suffering.How could he pretend that nothing had happened before?
"What the master wants to do, the slave dare not disobey."
He tore open his skirt, revealing his well-defined chest, followed by a glaring scar on his right shoulder.
His sleeve fell to the ground, his hand rested on the belt buckle, and he closed his eyes in despair.
"stop."
She sat down on the bed with bare feet, stood on the thick carpet and slightly bent over to touch his scar: "How did this happen? Didn't I tell you not to damage this skin?"
Xiao Qi opened his eyes, and there was a broken light in the phoenix pupils.He was almost about to reveal his incompleteness in front of her eyes, but now he couldn't think of an answer, and only thought about how to delay the time.
Her nails were as round as shells, scratching his raised scars with a strange itch.What can he say to divert the attention of this already unfamiliar master? How can he preserve his self-esteem?
When he didn't answer, she asked, "Why didn't you say so?"
She lifted his chin and took a panoramic view of his despair and pleading, as if some hard shell in her heart had been bumped, making her feel that the relationship between them seemed to be separated by something, not happy enough, not enough Straightforward.
She thought that Xiao Qi was the same existence as the musicians and actors raised by Sister Jiafu. She felt that she had seen more intimate contact between men and women, and felt that she could get the same intimacy from Xiao Qi.
She likes his skin and is used to being intimate with him, why is she so sad just to ask him to take off his clothes?
How did she pamper him like this?
But, it's strange, she knows that she is growing up, and she also knows that she has changed a lot, but Xiao Qi seems to be difficult to define with simple slaves and male pets.She didn't look down on him because of his eunuch status, everything she had said to him counted.
It's just that Xiao Qi is no longer the chief executive who surrounds her, and she is not a little princess who is always restrained. If they have no reason to maintain this relationship, should she let him go?
Or, should she regard him as part of the past and just drift away and return to their respective worlds?
He knows her too well, maybe everyone says that Princess Jiarou is unfathomable and unfathomable, but in his eyes, every movement of her clearly expresses her thoughts.
He could see her hesitation and her alienation, and his intuition told him that this was his last chance. After tonight, the two hearts would be completely separated, and there would never be a tacit understanding between them at this moment.
"Wynn..."
He still called her that way, wrapping her with watery affection, using his eyes as springs, trying for the last time to break the seal in her heart called desire for power:
"Who are you asking? Xiao Qi, or an ordinary slave?"
He was asking the real Wei Huai'en, just like many years ago, fighting for her truth with power.
His eyes shone with anticipation. For some reason, she softened her legs and sat in front of him.She didn't know that he spent twice as much time sculpting his body as a man, but she involuntarily raised her hand and pressed it on his naked jade chest.
Smooth, but firm.The skin and flesh are brocade, and the muscles and bones are made of iron, but they can't stop the beating heart under her palm.
"Plop, plop..."
The fingers tightened and clasped his muscles, and the other hand ran across his half body and pressed on his scar.
She heard his breathing becoming heavy on the top of her head, and she suddenly pressed her face against his chest, feeling the muscles tightened by his sudden gasp. This is a fresh body full of vitality, which is her answer .
"Xiao Qi, I'm asking my Xiao Qi."
This sentence was like a spell, which made Wei Huai'en throw himself into his arms unreservedly as if some shackles had been undone after he said it:
"Tell me, Xiao Qi, how did you get hurt?"
Everything suddenly made sense and touched.Not only did she feel sadness and heartache in his arms, but she also found that the incense in the room smelled almost the same as his clothes, and the carpet under her knees was the northern animal skin that he sent back last year when he was too late to come back.
Why did she only know how to climb up and how to consolidate her position in the day-to-day intrigue, while ignoring everything around her?
Even the scar, I didn't think it was serious when I first saw it, after all, isn't he alive and able to move freely?But now she didn't even dare to take a second look. It was clearly a deep cut where the bones were visible. How much pain should he have?
"It's just that during the surprise attack by Bei Zhai, he took Xuan Yusi's people to the battlefield. The sword has no eyes. This is just a minor injury, and it's not a problem."
He knelt straight, not daring to make any rash moves.
The scar was suddenly pressed against by soft lips, he gasped and grabbed her shoulder and pushed her away:
"No..."
She covered his lips, stifling his words.
(End of this chapter)
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