Chapter 21 021 First, a Kiss

Chapter 21: Need to Kiss First

Her eyes were full of nervousness and apprehension, glistening, blinking nervously, especially beautiful and all the more endearing.

He exerted a little pressure with his hand, and she came closer, so near that their breaths mixed, and the scents of each other became distinct.

The scent of a young woman mingled with perfume, warm and alluring.

The man kept his fingers still, his tone unusually gentle as he spoke, "Don't you want to?"

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest; no matter how lively she usually was, at the end of the day she was still a young girl, vulnerable and defenseless before an authoritative and powerful man. Qin Yan knew exactly what she was thinking, and even if she said no, he wouldn't relent or give her a chance.

Qiao Wanyue's breathing grew light with nervousness. She placed a hand over her chest and whispered, "No, I’m just nervous."

She had known this day would come and had prepared herself, but now that it was actually here, she still trembled with anxiety, unsure where to put her hands or feet, trying her best not to touch him.

"Don't be afraid."

Qin Yan smiled reassuringly and said, then suddenly pulled her into his embrace, holding her through their clothes. The sensation was different—an uncontrollable tremor and thrill. Now Qiao Wanyue dared not look at him at all, lowering her head like a turtle.

The man's hand slid in from the hem of her garment without her realizing, moving inch by inch. Where his fingertips passed, a tingling numbness spread across her skin, making her want to squirm. Qiao Wanyue bit her lip to endure it, but eventually couldn't help squirming.

Qin Yan's breath grew heavier. "What's wrong?"

"It tickles."

"Alright, don't move."

He withdrew his hand and began to untie the thin straps at the front. Qiao Wanyue glanced down and saw it, quickly closing her eyes. With her sight gone, her other senses became more acute.

Her nightgown had been tossed somewhere, leaving her arms and stomach cold, her back and shoulders cold too, only the area covered by a small piece of fabric on her chest still held a trace of warmth.

The rustling beside her ear continued. As the man's breathing grew more urgent, Qiao Wanyue couldn't help stealing a peek. After just two glances, her face flushed crimson, and her snow-white skin turned pink. She covered her eyes, not daring to look again.

Such a powerful physique, full of wild strength—would she be devoured completely, leaving nothing behind? She never would have guessed that beneath the dull man's clothing lay such an impressive body, much better-looking than the men from Feiyun Manor.

That fleeting glimpse she caught a moment ago—was that a man's thing? It was terrifying, nothing like the pictures in the books, much larger than what was drawn.

The man stopped his movements, gazing at the person beneath him. He couldn't help swallowing. So fair and petite, smooth as jade, her skin so soft that even a little pressure left a mark. So beautiful, Qin Yan thought in genuine admiration.

For Qiao Wanyue, he was too large. When he pressed down, her breathing became labored, and she quickly called a halt.

"Wait, hold on."

"Hm? What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse, frighteningly low.

The young girl bit her lip, feeling embarrassed as she said, "We... we need to kiss first."

According to the books, one should kiss first, and once the woman is aroused, continuing won't hurt as much. Qin Yan didn't even know that—he wanted to just go for it. From the looks of it, he wasn't very experienced.

Qiao Wanyue's words caught the man off guard. They hadn't married out of mutual affection; only lovers would share lingering kisses, and they weren't lovers. That was what Qin Yan thought; he thought that was how it was for everyone, not just themselves. He never expected the young girl to suddenly bring it up, and he was very taken aback.

Should he kiss?

Qin Yan instinctively looked at her lips, moist and pink, looking soft, pleasant to kiss. His mind flashed back to that scene at the Qiao residence—her small mouth open, tongue out, asking him to check her throat. At that time, his mind had gone blank, thinking of nothing, but now his mind was filled with lustful thoughts.

The man lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers as she wished, soft and sweet, melting on the tongue. Qin Yan's eyes widened in surprise; he now knew why he had been so agitated that day—it was desire stirring, and even then he had wanted to kiss her.

One kiss wasn't enough; the man kissed again, this time lingering longer with more variations. He gently nibbled her lower lip, then sucked it, only letting go after tasting the sweetness. His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "Is this right? Do you like being kissed like this?"

Qiao Wanyue froze. It was shocking enough that Qin Yan kissed her lips, but he even kissed her twice. Moreover, she didn't mean the lips—she meant the neck.

The girl blushed and nodded, "It's... okay, I guess."

She didn't seem to dislike it; kissing wasn't that terrifying.

Since she said it was okay, the man seemed encouraged and threw caution to the wind. Their lips met, their breaths intertwined, as he fully released his suppressed desire. The wet sounds of their kissing and breathing filled the air—the passionate night had just begun.

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The moonlight shyly hid behind the clouds, and the lanterns under the eaves stopped swaying.

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She took a moment to collect herself and just barely managed to say, "Wait, hold on."

"Mm."

Qin Yan knew she was in pain and didn't dare move. He reached out and stroked her hair, as if comforting her. After a while, Qiao Wanyue's face gradually flushed a lovely shade of pink.

Qin Yan noticed and asked, "Is it okay now?"

Asking about such a thing—how embarrassing. He was a bit talkative tonight.

"A little better," she said. In truth, it wasn't much better, but they couldn't stay stuck like this forever, so she nodded.

She looked up and met the man's dark eyes, then quickly averted her gaze to the gauze canopy above. The next moment, the gauze before her eyes blurred into a hazy blur.

As the air grew hotter, combined with the summer heat, she was drenched in sweat. What was harder to ignore was another peculiar sensation—Qiao Wanyue couldn't describe it, but she knew it was a feeling of pleasure.

Gradually, this pleasant sensation plateaued, going nowhere, and turned into discomfort.

Qiao Wanyue looked at him, suppressing her shyness, "Marquis, I..."

"What is it now?"

She raised her hand and ran her nails across her shoulder, wanting to express what she felt, but mindful of her modesty, she ultimately didn't say it. She just gazed at him with a pleading look.

Qin Yan shuddered slightly; he could easily guess what she wanted to say. So he held out his hand: "Bite down if it hurts."

She felt even more frustrated—that wasn't it at all.

In her discomfort, Qiao Wanyue grew bold and took the initiative, saying in a coquettish tone, "Marquis, it's not pain."

Her voice was so coy it gave him the chills.

Qin Yan shuddered from the stimulation and came right away.

Qiao Wanyue froze. After a long moment, she snapped back to reality. That fast? It had only been a short while. Seems the rumors were true.

Seeing the man's dark expression and look of disbelief, Qiao Wanyue felt sympathy for him. Their wedding night was bound to bruise a man's pride.

How could someone so proud handle that?

To save the man's dignity, the girl's eyes darted around, and she closed her eyes, saying in fake ecstasy, "Ah, Marquis, you're so amazing, I feel so good."

Her imitation was quite convincing, but what followed was a sharp voice: "Shut up."

So mean.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His expression was calm, with no trace of post-sex laziness. She mumbled in protest, "What's wrong? Can't I even speak now?"

It was all to save your face; otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to pretend. You don't appreciate kindness.

Qin Yan shook off his embarrassment and asked her angrily, "Where did you learn that? Is that proper?"

Of course, from books, but she couldn't tell him.

Qiao Wanyue stayed silent, and he was too lazy to ask any more, getting up to wash.

She sat up, clutching her clothes, and mouthed, "Can't handle it yourself and blame others. Petty."

After a while, the man returned, with trousers slung low on his hips. Qiao Wanyue glanced at him sideways, her expression was very telling. Qin Yan watched her, shook his head helplessly—this little girl had so many sly thoughts. She even half-asses it in bed; who knows how she'll brush him off later.

Thinking this, Qin Yan was surprised to find that despite her slyness, he didn't dislike her. It was quite astonishing.

He sat down beside her. Qiao Wanyue slowly moved toward the edge of the bed, ready to wash and sleep.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed. Qin Yan asked, "Where are you going?"

"To wash and sleep."

Qin Yan released her. "In a bit."

A handkerchief had magically appeared in his hand, and he wiped her down first. Qiao Wanyue was confused, looking him up and down, puzzled, and when she saw the bulge, she immediately realized.

"You're good to go again? That was fast. Still got it."

"Don't take outsiders' words seriously."

She was blunt, and Qin Yan was used to it.

Qiao Wanyue agreed verbally, but in her heart, she couldn't ignore it. It concerned her life, so she had to take it seriously.

The red candles burned to the end, the light dimming. The night was long, with plenty of time to prove certain things.

Qiao Wanyue felt she had been deceived. Qin Yan was right—the rumors outside were unreliable. He was very capable.

After about the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the girl squinted with eyes sparkling with tears and begged coquettishly, "Marquis, stop, stop."

She spoke in fragments, no longer able to pretend. Qin Yan grabbed the last piece of fabric, crumpling the flimsy cloth, and with a final grit of his teeth, tore it off and tossed it aside.

The sight of red plum blossoms on snow dazzled him; a field of white beneath his gaze, his pupils reddened instantly. A strong, unfamiliar desire surged, his whole body radiating his primal masculine instinct.

The whole room smelled of flowers, delightful.

Qin Yan ignored her pleas and teased, "Second Miss, why can't you even speak clearly now, hmm?"

She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off each time. Qiao Wanyue gave up and cursed him in her heart.

Such a petty man, holding a grudge. Fortunately, he was restrained—they only slept together three times a month, or else she'd be exhausted.

The noise in the room went on for a long time, not quieting until the later hours of the night.

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Exhausted from most of the night, her body sore and aching, Qiao Wanyue slept deeply. But before dawn, Qin Yan called her up to serve tea to the elders.

She didn't want to get up, eyes still closed, and said, "Does the Qin Mansion always get up this early?"

"You are also a member of the Qin Mansion."

Qin Yan reminded her, knowing she was tired, but the tea ceremony was necessary. The little girl turned over, revealing spotty marks on her shoulders that were suggestive.

He swallowed hard, then pulled her clothes together. "Mother won't give you a hard time; don't worry."

Qiao Wanyue struggled to get up, her head spinning, seeing double. She truly looked listless.

Thinking of his own loss of control last night, Qin Yan lowered his eyes. "If you're really tired, you can sleep again after returning from the tea ceremony."

"Alright, that's fine."

"Only for today," he added.

Qiao Wanyue didn't listen. Once he left for court, she'd do as she pleased.