Miss Truth-Chapter 479 - 313: Indulgence and Tenderness

Ran Yan was somewhat agitated, pushing Xiao Song who cooperatively moved his lips away. His right palm had thick calluses, gently caressing her skin smooth as creamy jade, trailing from her waist to her chest, sparking trembles along the way.

With his head lowered, Xiao Song watched his fingers tease the pink fruit at her chest into a proud, rose-tinted stand, dripping with allure. Ran Yan’s fair skin blushed with warmth, reminiscent of a fresh, succulent peach. Her black hair scattered, some strands clinging moistly to her skin, meandering to her delicate collarbone.

Her brows furrowed slightly, her eyes tinted with charm, as if ready to drop water, lending her delicate features an enchanting allure. Xiao Song stared at her in this state, his breath becoming increasingly ragged, unable to stand the throbbing pain below.

He slowly entered that breathtakingly warm embrace; the fullness within brought a slight pain, eliciting a trembling moan from Ran Yan’s throat.

"Yanyan..." Xiao Song, still retaining a trace of lucidity, heard that her voice did not sound pained, so he supported her rounded hips with his large palm, tentatively starting to move.

Warm kisses fell chaotically on her forehead, nose, and lips. Ran Yan felt her blood boiling in her veins, her body hot and tingling. Pain melded with pleasure, and thus she moved gently in sync with his movements.

Xiao Song, now at his limit, flipped over, pressing Ran Yan against the pool’s wall, grasping the white rabbit at her chest, kneading it repeatedly. His kisses shifted from light to heavy as he kissed and sucked on Ran Yan’s earlobe and neck.

After the tenderness, his movements became drastic, the strong impacts making Ran Yan feel like a flat boat in a vast sea, only able to follow the surging waves, the force seeming like it could capsize her at any moment, thrusting over and over.

The heat inside her stirred, drying her mouth, compelling her to lean down and kiss Xiao Song’s firm wheat-colored skin, his slightly cold skin and the droplets made her desire more, softly moaning, kissing, and sucking inch by inch while her hands uncontrollably glided to his firm waist and hips, softly caressing, kneading.

Xiao Song sighed contentedly, as if by an unspoken agreement, when Ran Yan felt a surge of pleasure, he hit even harder and faster. Hairpins slid from her bun, her smooth black hair flowing into the water, stirring ripples with each movement.

After what seemed an eternity, Xiao Song’s movements suddenly paused, and Ran Yan tightened her grip around him, exhaling deeply.

The foggy feeling in her head gradually cleared, and Ran Yan realized that the water in the pool had nearly lost all its warmth.

"Yanyan." Xiao Song’s voice was husky with post-desire, as he buried his face in her shoulder, gently rubbing his nose against her.

Ran Yan exhaled a sigh of relief, about to ask him to let go when she realized he was still hard.

Xiao Song was in his most vigorous moment, naturally craving release after having tasted the marrow.

Outside, Wan Lu paced back and forth on the corridor. It had been an hour — why hadn’t they come out yet? The water must have already cooled!

She leaned against the door, listening carefully. Faint embarrassing moans and gasps came from inside, one rich and alluring, another charming and melodious. Wan Lu’s cheeks flushed; she could never have imagined the typically expressionless Ran Yan could make such softly alluring sounds. The scene inside was left to the imagination...

Feeling hot, Wan Lu quickly backed away, steadying her steps and walked into the courtyard to take some deep breaths.

The cool night air calmed her down. After several turns in the courtyard and managing to control her expression, she returned in front of the bathhouse.

Half an hour later, with no sign of them finishing their bath, Wan Lu quietly grumbled, "My Lord is really too relentless. After all, there’s plenty of time in the future, no need to rush at this moment." This was the downside of not living with your mother-in-law; such reckless indulgence surely couldn’t be good.

Though she grumbled to herself, Wan Lu dared not disturb them.

After another half hour, with the moon hanging high, Wan Lu could no longer bear it. She gritted her teeth and called out, "My Lord, Lady, do you need more hot water?"

The room was hushed, and after a few moments, Xiao Song’s languid voice came through, "Bring the clothes in."

Wan Lu pushed open the door and quickly signaled the maids to bring the clothes inside.

The room was filled with a faint fragrance and a rich scent of lust. Through the semi-transparent glass partition, two figures could be seen embracing each other vaguely.

"Put the things down and leave," Xiao Song ordered.

"Yes!" The maids responded in unison, placed the items near the partition, and orderly exited.

Xiao Song took a dry towel and gently wiped Ran Yan’s body. Ran Yan felt so weak all over, as if falling apart, unwilling to move even a finger, letting Xiao Song fuss over her. Maybe because Xiao Song’s movements were gentle, she fell asleep unknowingly.

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The next morning, when Ran Yan awoke, she found herself nestled in a warm embrace; sunlight streamed through the gridded window, casting bright small squares on the floor, Xiao Song’s robust body shielding her from the glaring light.

Ran Yan looked up, Xiao Song was holding a scroll, moving it from in front of his face, looking down with a smile, "Awake?"

Ran Yan murmured an acknowledgment, slightly moved her body, but found herself feeling as heavy as lead. Remembering the frenzy of the previous night, she couldn’t help feeling a bit embarrassed and annoyed, "Xiao Yuezhi, you should sleep in the guest room for a couple of days."

"I promise to behave these next two days," Xiao Song earnestly looked at her, "Really!"

"You kept saying it was the last time yesterday. I’m not that naive," Ran Yan ignored his sincerity and got out of bed.

"My lady," Xiao Song also got out of bed, followed her from behind and embraced her, burying his face in her neck, "I won’t sleep in the guest room."

"We’ll see." Ran Yan pulled off some clothes from the partition, realizing she couldn’t clap with one hand if she truly disagreed, Xiao Song wouldn’t force her, so she wasn’t blaming him, just annoyed with herself for not being more restrained.

Xiao Song helped her put on a wide-sleeved robe, observing her carefully. Although she was a bit physically depleted from yesterday, Ran Yan’s spirit was quite good now. Her naturally fair complexion seemed to radiate a soft glow, her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes bright, possessing even more enchanting charm than before.

"My lord!" Wan Lu knocked on the door.

Xiao Song, while getting dressed, asked, "What is it?"

"A servant has come to report that someone from the Ministry of Criminal Justice has arrived. They are currently at the gatehouse. Do you wish to see them?" Wan Lu inquired.

Xiao Song’s movements paused slightly, and his brows knitted unconsciously.

Ran Yan reached out to smooth his clothes and tie his waistband, taking a comb to tidy his hair bun, "You should see what it’s about."

Since they had come seeking him during his marriage leave, it must be something important.

Xiao Song didn’t bother with formal headdress, stood up and lightly kissed Ran Yan on the forehead, "Then, I’ll go." (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it with a recommendation ticket and a monthly ticket at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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