In the pavilion in Qiyuan, Xu Hang leisurely took a small piece of cake and crushed it to feed the fish. He looked up and saw Duan Yelin coming, so he threw the whole cake into the pond.
Duan Yelin walked up the stairs with a smile: “You arranged such a big show, but you didn’t go to see it yourself?”
“What’s so good about it? There won’t be any surprises.” Xu Hang was not interested.
Duan Yelin put his arms around his waist from behind and rubbed his neck: “Only you could come up with such a scheme to get them to reconcile. It’s a pity you’re willing to let Shen Jingmo take the hit—but then again, you can’t catch a wolf without sacrificing a lamb.”
The fish in the pond thrashed about as they fought over food. Xu Hang glanced at the smaller fish hovering timidly nearby and said, “Only when Xiao Yan sees it for himself will he truly feel the pain. And only when Teacher Shen endures some hardship will he realize who is truly there to protect him.” He turned to face Duan Yelin. “After all, I can’t shield him forever. I need to find him a place where he’ll truly be safe.”
More importantly, it can effectively stimulate the Zhang family. The more Zhang Yinxi refuses to let Shen Jingmo go, the more likely Xiao Yan will take action against them.
The fight between the snipe and the clam is the real show.
“You give so many benefits to others, what will you give me? I have been your pawn for nothing, and I don’t even get any gift at all?” Duan Yelin put his forehead against Xu Hang’s with a bad tone.
Xu Hang leaned against the pavilion pillar, pointed a finger at Duan Yelin’s lips, and narrowed his eyes: “I really haven’t prepared anything for you.”
“Oh? If you owe me, I will never let go.”
Xu Hang’s gaze drifted past Duan Yelin’s shoulder, settling briefly on the main gate of Qiyuan behind him. Then, with a flicker of intent, he looked back and let his eyes sweep up from Duan Yelin’s bottom to top. Without a word, he reached out, hooked Duan Yelin’s collar, and tugged him closer.
He pulled him close to his ear and whispered, “Then come and take it.”
Smells so good.
Duan Yelin’s breath was filled with the faint scent of peony.
He had drunk quite a bit today—medicinal wine, they said, all personally brewed by Xu Hang. He wasn’t sure what the effects were supposed to be, but right now, a feverish heat surged through him from the inside out. And the moment he heard Xu Hang say that, it was as if something in his mind snapped—his thoughts scattered like a string suddenly breaking.
He knew that this was his gift. A fox sent by God fell into his arms, seducing this good-for-nothing guy, destroying his mind, and disrupting his defenses.
A fervent kiss ignited between them, their lips tangling as their breath mingled—hot and urgent, like the searing heat of burning embers against skin.
They were in the three-color glazed corridor pavilion in Qiyuan, not remote but not crowded either, because all the guests were in the hall, everyone was busy there, and probably no one would come.
But the feeling of being intimate in broad daylight is really exciting.
“Are you planning to give yourself to me as a gift?” Duan Yelin began to loosen his tie.
Xu Hang paused in silence for a moment. Then, under Duan Yelin’s astonished gaze, he calmly slipped his left arm around his neck, while his other hand moved downward, unfastening the button at Duan Yelin’s waist with a soft click.
He was like a demon who had cultivated and turned into a human form: “Commander Duan doesn’t like it?”
“I couldn’t ask for more.”
Duan Yelin couldn’t even bear to find a room to hide. He pressed Xu Hang against the pillar and began to untie his belt, exposing his long legs and spreading them apart one by one.
Then, the two bodies seemed to be stuck together, and there was a shameful friction between the waist and hips.
What Duan Yelin didn’t expect was that Xu Hang just complained a few words, then stretched his neck and panted slightly, like a willow in summer, swaying in the wind.
“Yelin…” Xu Hang seemed to be in a daze when he called him, which immediately ignited Duan Yelin’s desire. His kiss turned wild and feverish, landing on Xu Hang’s slightly flushed skin. Beads of sweat trickled down Xu Hang’s neck, and he leaned in, licking them away without hesitation.
Just like a wooden wedge nailed into a wall, the feeling of being torn open can be quite unbearable no matter how gentle it is.
“Ugh…” Xu Hang made a slightly uncomfortable suppressed sound, his legs hanging, kicking subconsciously. The pavilion pillar was very slippery, and Duan Yelin needed to hold Xu Hang with both hands to prevent him from falling during the race.
Duan Yelin originally knew that he shouldn’t act recklessly here, but today he was a little out of control, and Xu Hang was unusually obedient. The moment he entered, pleasure clouded his mind, pushing all caution aside. Even if a thunderbolt struck him now, he still couldn’t stop and only wanted to do evil in that willow alley.
Xu Hang’s grip on the back of Duan Yelin’s head tightened as he drew in deep breaths, trying to calm himself. But no matter how much he told himself to relax, his body remained tense. Soon, he felt sweat streaming down his neck. Just as he lifted his hand to wipe it away, Duan Yelin seized his wrist and pinned him firmly against the pillar.
“It’s hot…”
“Bear with it.”
Xu Hang tried his best to relax but found that he couldn’t. He felt as if he was on a carriage, being tossed around in the world of endless red dust. He longed for relief, but the result was an even tighter embrace.
His body was no longer under his control and betrayed his will.
Duan Yelin gave another deep kiss before taking out his tongue and biting Xu Hang’s lower lip. He kept swinging his waist and asked, “Shaotang, are you tired?”
How could Xu Hang possibly answer him?
The dense touch was like a bee in spring diving into a bud about to bloom, rustling and rustling and rustling. Xu Hang suddenly arched his back, scratched Duan Yelin’s shoulders, and his whole body bounced slightly.
Duan Yelin felt his waist tighten, and he really felt like his life was about to end.
Although this beautiful Qiyuan was filled with boundless spring scenery, outside Qiyuan, a pair of legs was already walking towards this place.
Once Shen Jingmo’s situation was resolved in the front hall, Zhang Xiuming and Zhang Yinxi felt deeply embarrassed and lost all interest in the event. Fortunately, the gongs and drums signaling the start of the opera soon filled the air, offering a welcome distraction.
The maid of Jinyan Tang took the guests to different places to watch the opera. The Zhang brother and sister were of noble status, so naturally they had a better seat. They had to go around a small section of steps. Who knew that just as Chan Yi helped Zhang Yinxi cross a small stone step, the stone loosened and fell?
At least they can’t step over it with their feet.
Chan Yi groaned and bowed to Zhang Xiuming, “Young Master Zhang, I am so sorry. Could you please take a detour and come over from Qiyuan? I will wait for you in the theater downstairs.”
Zhang Xiuming naturally didn’t mind and turned around and left.
Jinyan Tang was beautifully designed, with every detail carefully thought out, giving it an elegant charm that seemed to be a place where beauties could thrive. Since Zhang Xiuming didn’t enjoy opera, he chose to stroll leisurely, taking in the surroundings as a way to unwind.
It wasn’t until he stepped outside Qiyuan and heard the sound of romance that his attention was caught. He was accustomed to such indulgence but couldn’t help wondering who had the audacity to engage in it right here, of all places.
Could it be…
He took a step forward. Although he was not standing in front of the door, but he could still see the beautiful summer scenery of the garden.
In the pavilion, Xu Hang hooked Duan Yelin, and Duan Yelin pinned him down. They abandoned all restraint, lost in the moment, and indulged in each other without hesitation.
He clearly saw that Xu Hang, who usually kept his distance and showed no emotion, now had a flushed face, his lips slightly parted as he breathed heavily. His chin rested on Duan Yelin’s shoulder, almost like a big violin being gently held and played.
Moreover, the slender, bare feet, resembling bamboo shoots, rested over Duan Yelin’s muscular waist, curling in rhythm with each movement, and her ten toes flexed gracefully, so captivating that it was impossible to look away.
It turns out that this person can be emotional as well.
Zhang Xiuming couldn’t move a step and stared at them intently, first with shock, then with jealousy, and finally with anger.
No wonder, no wonder Xu Hang looked down on him, no wonder Duan Yelin’s birthday was held in Jinyan Tang, it turned out that this was their relationship! He had been holding back for fear of damaging the beauty’s bones, but someone else had already taken advantage!
Then everything he had done these past few days seemed like the actions of a clown, only serving to bring shame upon himself!
Zhang Xiuming took a deep breath, his eyes darkened, and walked away with difficulty.
Behind him, Xu Hang, who had been half-lidded in pleasure, suddenly snapped out of his daze and opened his eyes.
That dagger-like gaze, piercing Zhang Xiuming’s back. Xu Hang showed a slight sarcasm and a contemptuous smile.
