Chapter 681 - Chapter 681: Feiquan Pavillion
Chapter 681: Feiquan Pavillion
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The woman before him was breathtakingly beautiful, with cheeks as fair as bone china, tinged with a blush that stirred the heart.
He could restrain himself once, twice, thrice…
However, he couldn’t guarantee that he could restrain himself every time.
His voice, lowered and tinged with threat, also carried a hint of alcohol as he exhaled,” Su Yingxue, do you realize how dangerous you are right now?”
Su Yingxue’s whole body felt ablaze.
“I can sort of feel it.”
“Then why aren’t you leaving?”
“I don’t want to leave, nor do I dare…”
She feared that if she left now, she would lose Chu Yihan completely.
“Chu Yihan, I haven’t liked you for over a decade, but starting now, I’m willing to spend the next several decades liking you. Are you… willing too?”
Su Yingxue’s voice was as delicate as a mosquito’s buzz. With her lips mere inches away from Chu Yihan’s, every word she uttered allowed him to envision the shape of her lips.
There was no longer any distance between them.
The string in Chu Yihan’s mind, which had been tightly wound, snapped!
The fire within him burst through his chest, consuming everything.
Amidst the ambiguity, there was a scent of intoxicating fragrance and sweaty sweetness.
On the soft couch in the study, figures intertwined, as if they wanted to lay bare all their hearts, burning away everything in the world with the fervent flames of love!
The sunlight streamed lazily into the room, illuminating Chu Yihan’s golden robe with a few streaks of light.
Su Yingxue awoke sore all over. As she moved, Chu Yihan’s robe slid off her, revealing her snow-white skin dotted with plum blossom marks wherever the sunlight touched, some marks causing embarrassment.
Covering her eyes, Su Yingxue recalled last night’s scene, her face flushing with embarrassment.
For the first time in two lifetimes, it was truly… unforgettable!
“But where did Chu Yihan go?
Su Yingxue’s clothes lay scattered on the floor. Wrapping herself in Chu Yihan’s robe, she tentatively called out, “Your Highness?”
Only her echo reverberated in the study.
Chu Yihan was nowhere to be found.
Su Yingxue’s heart sank.
After fiery passion, was there nothing but cold indifference?
She pouted, contemplating whether she should leave first when the door creaked open.
Startled, she quickly covered herself with the robe.
A tall figure blocked out all the sunlight, but his face, backlit, was stunning.
Chu Yihan approached her silently, lifting her without a word, and circumventing the courtyard, arrived in front of a towering pavilion.
The towering roof, grand red bricks, and intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes on the pillars were awe-inspiring.
If the splendor outside was already beyond the reach of ordinary people in a lifetime, the nobility and elegance inside were even more enticing.
Looking up, Su Yingxue saw that the roof was transparent, the glazed tiles emitting a dazzling five-colored light under the sunlight.
Beautiful yet not glaring.
“Your Highness, what place is this?”
Su Yingxue couldn’t help but wonder.
Though she hadn’t explored every corner of the Ninth Prince’s Mansion, she had seen most of it. Yet, she had never seen this place before.
Chu Yihan carried her up the frosted white jade steps, each step made of rare white jade.
Even Su Yingxue, born into a marquis’s family, would only use this frosted white jade to make bracelets or hairpin decorations.
Yet, here, the steps were made of frosted white jade.
Incredibly precious.
As Chu Yihan ascended the steps, he informed her, “This is the Feiquan Pavillion.”