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His skin is really nice! It feels extremely smooth to the touch, not at all rough like that of a warrior, and it's very clean, without a hint of any unpleasant smell. Plus, having just bathed, lying next to him is truly enjoyable.
As she thought about this, Yun Kexin's hand unconsciously began to caress his upper body. Feng Yinxiao, perhaps sensing Yun Kexin's "restlessness," reached out to lift her chin and teased, "What's wrong, Yun Kexin? Didn't you have enough just now?"
Yun Kexin, both shy and amused, playfully punched Feng Yinxiao's chest and scolded, "What are you talking about? I'm just envious of your skin. It's really nice; I think even the skin of women can't compare to yours."
This was the first time Feng Yinxiao had heard such praise from Yun Kexin, and he felt quite pleased and a bit bashful as he said, "If you feel good, then... just touch it a few more times."
Looking at his charming face made her blush even more. The confidence she had earlier when they were enjoying each other's company seemed to vanish. She almost burst into laughter; the contrast in this man was too great. However, with him saying that, she felt embarrassed and didn't dare to "get hands-on" anymore.
"What's wrong? Are you shy?" Feng Yinxiao teased as he stopped his movements. With her eyes downcast, Yun Kexin replied, "What’s there to be shy about? Didn't we just 'get to know' each other's bodies?"
Yun Kexin looked up, pouting cutely while pretending to be angry. She squirmed awkwardly in Feng Yinxiao's arms, which only made him feel restless again—
"Yun Kexin, if you don't lie still, I won't hold back," Feng Yinxiao warned playfully while moving his hand under the covers. "I'm worried about your 'injury down there.'"
Yun Kexin was startled and quickly quieted down. "Feng Yinxiao, no. You still have to attend court in the morning; you should rest early."
Feng Yinxiao smiled slightly, a warm glint in his eyes. "Alright, but I'm not sleepy yet; let's talk." He was still immersed in the tenderness from before, as if everything would be forgotten once he fell asleep. Just right—Yun Kexin was also in her sleepwear. So she agreed.
"Feng Yinxiao, I remember when you just returned from the battlefield, your skin was tanned from the sun." Yun Kexin recalled something and asked, "How come it’s back to its original state now—so fair and clean?"
"I resemble my father in appearance but inherited my mother's skin," Feng Yinxiao replied with a faint smile. "It doesn't tan easily. Even if it gets sunburned for a while, it will return to normal once it cools down."
Yun Kexin covered her mouth and laughed teasingly, "I see. Feng Yinxiao will make many women jealous; no matter how much makeup they use, they can't achieve your effect. It's truly enviable."
Feng Yinxiao was amused. He kissed her lightly and said with a smile, "To be honest, I once tried to get a tan because I always thought that as a man, I should be tanned and rugged; otherwise, people would laugh at me for being a 'white face.'" He self-deprecatingly added, "But later I found out that Yun Kexin doesn't seem to mind men with fair skin, so I gave up on tanning."
Yun Kexin's heart fluttered: he really cared about her opinion. It was silly of him to have such thoughts privately. The sudden feeling of happiness made her lean closer into his embrace. In two lifetimes, it was the first time she took the initiative to seek comfort in someone, and she felt grateful to have him to lean on.
"This is nice; you don't need to change anything," Yun Kexin whispered in Feng Yinxiao's arms. "I like you just the way you are now. If you purposely tanned yourself, it wouldn't be the real you anymore."
Feng Yinxiao smiled and said, "Yun Kexin, come sleep on me, okay?"
Yun Kexin was puzzled. "Sleep on you? Why?"
Feng Yinxiao smiled without answering and directly pulled Yun Kexin onto his chest, letting her lie facing him.
"This way, I can see you more clearly," Feng Yinxiao said as he held Yun Kexin's flushed cheeks and smiled. "Let me experience how it felt when you saved me... I want to keep you warm."
"Alright, since Feng Yinxiao wants to repay me so much, I won't be polite," Yun Kexin teased as she adjusted her position slightly, placing her hands on Feng Yinxiao's chest. For the first time, they were so close that their eyes met, causing their hearts to race. Last time, when she saved him, she had no time or energy to feel this intimacy. But this time, she truly sensed his strong and masculine presence. Remembering his fierce determination when he wanted her, Yun Kexin couldn't help but blush again. She shyly turned her head and pressed her face against Feng Yinxiao's chest like a gentle cat.
"Yun Kexin, when you saved me, did I really have no awareness at all?" Feng Yinxiao asked as he gently stroked Yun Kexin's silky back, enjoying the moment.
"No, you were frozen stiff; how could you have any awareness? You were barely alive," Yun Kexin recalled how lifeless Feng Yinxiao had been back then. Her nose tinged with emotion as she softly replied, "And if you had awareness, I wouldn't have needed to use my body heat to save you." Before she finished speaking, her face was already burning.
Feng Yinxiao seemed to sense her shyness and playfully smiled: "That's true; if I had awareness back then, I might have swallowed you whole."
Yun Kexin bashfully punched Feng Yinxiao's chest and said, "You're being ridiculous."
"Isn't it true? With a beauty in my arms, no man would let that go," Feng Yinxiao countered while lifting her chin and kissing her again and again. "I'm not some unflappable gentleman."
"Oh, if I had known, I would have let Shan Yue save Feng Yinxiao," Yun Kexin teased playfully, laughing so hard that her whole body shook. It was the first time she found bullying Feng Yinxiao quite amusing. "Shan Yue is about my age, and..."
Yun Kexin's unfinished sentence was drowned out by a sudden "ah." It turned out that while she wasn't paying attention, he had slipped his hands into the space between them, gripping her sides and playfully squeezing, his palms teasingly kneading with a hint of punitive force, expressing his displeasure at her earlier "joke."
"Feng Yinxiao, why are you—" Yun Kexin propped herself up, and when she looked down, she saw a pair of hands recklessly groping her chest, instantly turning her face crimson. "No, don't do that."
Feng Yinxiao stopped his actions, his handsome brows furrowing together as he said seriously, "Who told Yun Kexin to speak nonsense? If Shan Yue were to save me this way, I would rather die."
Seeing him glare at her with his round and bright eyes, Yun Kexin suppressed her laughter and gently patted Feng Yinxiao's hair as if soothing a child. "Alright, I was wrong. I won't say those things again."
That was more like it. Feng Yinxiao's thin lips curled into a mischievous smile. As Yun Kexin lay back down, he took the opportunity to kiss one side of her chest hungrily while the other side also fell victim to his hands being kneaded into various shapes. Yun Kexin's face was still flushed and now even more so; she weakly pounded on Feng Yinxiao's broad shoulders.
"Feng Yinxiao, how can you... is that enough?" She bit her lip in frustration.
From Yun Kexin's chest came Feng Yinxiao's muffled murmurs: "Not enough. I want Yun Kexin; I will never have enough."
Yun Kexin was speechless. This man was truly multifaceted; he could be an imposing figure one moment and then suddenly act like a child wanting candy or affection, leaving her utterly bewildered.
Just as she was about to scold him, she noticed that Feng Yinxiao had stopped his "dual action," gazing at her with deep affection. He then whispered in her ear, "Yun Kexin, if it weren't for the medicine you just took, I would really want to 'fight another three hundred rounds' with you in bed. You make me feel so good."
What did he mean by her "making" him feel good? That sounded so awkward! Suddenly recalling that Feng Yinxiao had no such experiences when he was younger—when he turned thirteen, the Duke and Duchess had planned to arrange Concubine Maids for him but he rejected them all—she realized that after knowing her for five years, he must have endured quite a lot. But since it was his first time, why did it feel like he was an "expert" tonight? Curious, Yun Kexin decided to ask him about it but was surprised to see Feng Yinxiao's handsome face turn slightly red as he avoided the topic.
Yun Kexin wouldn't give up; she insisted on getting to the bottom of it. Seeing Feng Yinxiao's shy demeanor made her curiosity grow stronger. She teased him further: "Feng Yinxiao, did you try things out with some maid before we got married? Or did you read some 'book'?"
Feng Yinxiao's handsome face showed an expression of being insulted and harmed. He immediately raised his head to get up and defend himself but was pressed back down by Yun Kexin. He could only assert confidently, "I never touch maids; as for any 'books,' I definitely haven't."
"Then just now, how, how..." Yun Kexin stammered, ultimately feeling too shy to continue probing, her face flushed as she met his gaze.
Feng Yinxiao suddenly seemed to understand Yun Kexin's feelings and chuckled mischievously. He pressed her head back against his chest and whispered in her ear, "Silly girl, we are both 'first-timers.' How would I know about these things? It was Wei Qing who reminded me."
Yun Kexin was taken aback and looked up at him, exclaiming softly, "Brother-in-law? He reminded you? What does that mean?"
Feng Yinxiao's face turned red as he replied, "They made a mistake on their wedding night."
"Mistake?" Yun Kexin asked, confused.
With no other choice, Feng Yinxiao had to share Wei Qing's embarrassing story. Before he could finish, Yun Kexin couldn't help but bury her face in Feng Yinxiao's chest, laughing joyfully as she said, "Brother-in-law really is quite foolish. In such matters, my sister should take the initiative first and then tell him if he hasn't experienced it before."
"My sister mentioned that Wei Qing was being stubborn, insisting on taking the 'initiative' so that his wife wouldn't be burdened. As a result... it turned out to be quite the blunder."
Yun Kexin laughed so hard she could barely catch her breath. She didn't anticipate Feng Yinxiao's playful advances; her face turned as red as an apple. "Feng Yinxiao, please, you have to go to court—"
Before she could finish, Yun Kexin found herself pinned beneath Feng Yinxiao like a small animal. He teased and caressed her tenderly, whispering dreamily, "It's fine; the night is still long..."
His words made her cheeks flush even more as she hid her face against his shoulder blade. Under his guidance, they climbed one peak after another, soaring into a blissful world that belonged only to the two of them. (To be continued)
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