Chapter 392: Chapter 380: Taking Advantage of Someone’s Predicament
Fengyu chuckled lightly and said, "You and Second Young Master think of them like this, they will think of you too."
It took Xie Xun a good while to slowly calm himself. New Year’s Eve always stirred up sentiments, especially for those far from home. Fengyu poured him a cup of wine. "Zhixu, for every New Year’s Eve to come, I will stay by your side."
"A promise worth a thousand gold—Ayu, once you’ve given your word, don’t break it."
"Alright!"
Fengyu clinked her glass with his, and the two drank together. She wasn’t someone fond of making promises, but once she did, she always made good on her word. Yet she always worried that the prophecy of her not living past eighteen might come true.
After escaping calamity several times, she believed that misfortune turning into blessings might truly be fate’s decree. Heaven seemed to favor her; surely peaceful, smooth days awaited ahead, allowing her to stay by Xie Xun’s side for a long time.
The two drank while reminiscing about their childhood anecdotes. Xie Xun’s tales were far richer than Fengyu’s. During the days when the Little Tyrant roamed the Capital City, Fengyu was confined within her boudoir, taking medicine and tending to her health. Propping her head up, Fengyu listened to him enthusiastically recount his past. On one hand, she envied his colorful, joyful youth; as a carefree Little Tyrant before setting foot on the battlefield, he truly had been happy. On the other hand, she felt her own life had been quite lacking in happiness. From childhood to now, her suffering far outweighed her joy. Though born into affluence, her illness made Fengyu perpetually gloomy. Even the simple happiness of an ordinary young girl running freely in the sun was something she experienced rarely.
Nonetheless, young ladies in boudoirs were never as free-spirited as young men. In noble households, the rules were strict and the constraints many. Listening to Xie Xun joyfully reminisce about his past, Fengyu felt genuine gratitude for those happy moments he once had, moments that could still bring him solace now.
Fengyu had a low tolerance for alcohol. After accompanying him for three cups, she was already a little tipsy. She wanted to "risk it all" to keep up with him but couldn’t manage. The ship’s conditions were simple, devoid of even fruit wine—only liquor was available.
"Your drinking prowess needs work." Xie Xun poked Fengyu’s face with his finger. Her cheeks were soft and tender, with an excellent touch. The Third Miss was slightly drunk, her eyes misty and glimmering, gazing blankly at him. She looked both obedient and beautiful, as if stars twinkled in her gaze. Fengyu swayed toward him, her movements unsteady. Xie Xun was bewitched, his throat dry and parched. By the time he regained his senses, he was already holding Fengyu on his lap, kissing her deeply.
The heavy scent of liquor mingled, stirring sweetness within their lips and teeth. Xie Xun’s entire body burned hot, the vitality of youth igniting into flames. Fengyu struggled uncomfortably under his kisses, pushing at him to retreat. Her neck arched as Xie Xun kissed her chin. Her delicate neck bore crimson marks from his biting, like scattered red plum blossoms. Fengyu let out a soft moan.
Xie Xun held her and pressed her down onto the soft bedding.
Fengyu was partly dizzy and somewhat confused. When Xie Xun tugged at her waistband, she reached out to stop him, whispering, "No..."
He was still in mourning, and they weren’t married yet.
Her strength was weak, her hands tender. When she touched the man’s burning wrist, to Xie Xun, it felt more like half-hearted resistance. He kissed her ear and coaxed her in a low voice, "Ayu, don’t be afraid..."
He knew he was still in mourning and wouldn’t truly cross the line, yet the spirit of alcohol coupled with the stubborn vigor of youth proved hard to resist. What he wanted was to kiss her, to touch her, to explore every inch of her skin.
Her waistband unraveled in Xie Xun’s grip, and layers of pure white inner garments parted to reveal Fengyu’s pale pink shoulders. Frightened, she shrunk further inward but was stopped as Xie Xun pinched her cheek lightly.
He looked into her eyes. "Are you drunk?"
Fengyu wasn’t drunk, just a little dizzy. She obediently shook her head. Xie Xun chuckled, his lips brushing against her ear as he murmured, "Then this wouldn’t count as taking advantage of you while you’re drunk, right?"
Fengyu, "..."