Chapter 464 - 303: The Pitfall of Consummation
The moon rose above the willow’s head, the courtyard was still filled with noise, and inside the room, the fragrance of incense lingered. Ran Yan’s legs had gone numb from kneeling so long, but she did not want to move.
Ran Yan had remained especially composed while preparing for marriage, without giving much thought to anything else. However, now on the bedchamber’s couch, she acutely became aware of what was about to transpire. Once indifferent to such matters, her heart was now pounding like a drum; she even felt a bit dry-mouthed and thirsty...
Dry-mouthed and thirsty... Her body felt unusually hot... Ran Yan sensed that something was amiss, her gaze landed on the incense burner, and upon taking a light whiff, her expression changed slightly. She was about to get off the bed to extinguish the incense when the door creaked open.
A breeze lightly lifted the red silk curtains, the scent of alcohol arrived before the person did, causing Ran Yan’s body to tense up. She even forgot to extinguish the incense, just staring blankly as the figure approached.
The curtain was lifted by a slender hand, and Ran Yan instinctively looked up at him.
With a tall and straight stature like a pine tree, and handsome features, Xiao Song wore a dark vermillion round-necked official robe. His face bore a smile, and his bright black eyes shined like stars in the sky, dazzling yet profound.
Xiao Song’s features inherently had nothing to do with the word "gentle," but at that moment, with a light flush on his cheeks and what seemed like a trace of dampness on his lips, they seemed soft and moist under the light.
Xiao Song looked at her unwaveringly, and Ran Yan felt uncomfortable with such intimacy, turning her face away with a hint of annoyance, "Have you stared enough!"
With amusement in his voice, Xiao Song said, "Are you hungry? Let’s eat first," while reaching out to hold her delicate hand.
Ran Yan shifted her body, stretching her legs out with some effort, "Let me rest for a while."
Ran Yan sat on the edge of the bed for a while; Xiao Song did not speak. She found it strange, but then felt a strong hand grasp her ankle, kneading her calf with a firm but gentle pressure.