Chapter 91: A Sweet Slap

  At night, the moonlight is clear and cold, all sounds are quiet.

  This morning, the servant delivered not only clothes but also pajamas and nightdresses. And then, a new member appeared in the bathroom - a black wardrobe, right next to Emperor Qing's wardrobe.

  Xiao Feng Xue opened it, and at first glance, she was dazzled by the array of clothes that filled the entire wardrobe, with not a single thread of space left unused.

  I flipped through them casually, sleepwear, slips, lingerie, and underpants, sexy, conservative, cute, white, gray, black, you name it.

  The corner of her mouth twitched, she should be lucky that there wasn't anything too gaudy in terms of eye color and underwear style.

  Her slender fingers casually pressed on one of the white silk nightdresses, just about to pull it out, when her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a black nightgown sandwiched between all the clothes, with golden trim on the cuffs, seemingly the same style as Emperor Liang's.

  She smiled slightly and picked up the robe without hesitation, putting it on her body. In front of the mirror, she twirled around once, hmm, very suitable.

  Has she ever said that she also likes black?

  Most of her clothes are beige and white, and household items seem to be more inclined towards white as well.

  Perhaps it's because she has lived in darkness for too long that she wants to hold on to the past purity with such a pale and weak method, as a kind of memorial.

  Commemorating the simple, innocent and beautiful things I once had.

  But in fact, she likes black. In the private villa of the organization's headquarters, she specially planted a large piece of Manchurian lilac and black tulip. She especially likes the interweaving of black and red deep down.

  It is said that the underworld is just like this, with black and red intertwined scenery. The black river flows with a black mist, and on both banks of the river are blooming eerie yet beautiful bright red Manjusaka flowers.

  When he saw the bathroom door open, Di Liang Xun's eyes lit up almost imperceptibly.

  This dressing gown was specially prepared by him and he even put it in the most conspicuous place himself.

  He thought she wouldn't wear this nightgown because in his impression, she seemed to have never worn any black clothes except for the pajamas he lent her last night.

  Actually, black really suits her.

  He couldn't hold back his affection and stepped forward to hug her, kissing her slightly red cheek under her surprised gaze.

  A low, rich voice full of magnetism, unadorned praise: "Truly beautiful."

  Xiao Fengxue felt embarrassed, why did she feel like she was being teased?

  But in her heart, a faint joy rose up involuntarily.

  Di Liangxun gently pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed and clumsily but tenderly helped blow dry her hair.

  The movements are clumsy and inexperienced, indeed one look is enough to tell that they have never served anyone before.

  Xiao Feng Xue leaned lazily against the chest behind him, enjoying the gentle service from the underworld emperor.

  Her hair was extremely soft and smooth, and Emperor Qing enjoyed touching it very much.

  His hair dried quickly, and he reluctantly put the blow dryer back on the bedside table. He turned around to see her leaning lazily against the headboard, her phoenix-like eyes narrowed into a slit.

  Her lazy appearance always carries a unique charm.

  He couldn't help but lean down and capture her tender lips, searching for her sweetness.

  "..." The scorching and overbearing aura, accompanied by a gentle and deep affection, she knew who it was without even opening her eyes.

  But this time she was no longer passively enduring it.

  She stretched out her snowy arm and clung to his neck, learning to kiss him back in the way he kissed her.

  Then she felt Emperor Qing's body stiffen slightly, followed by a more scorching kiss that came pouring down like a storm.

  The corners of his lips curled up, and a hint of a smile flashed in his narrowed eyes.

  He did so much for her, she just needed to do a little something to get him excited like that.

  If her response could delight him, she didn't mind indulging herself in the last moments.

  This was their first truly meaningful kiss since they met, fully invested in each other, lost in the breath of the other.

  Reason seemed to fade away with the deep kiss, and the two were getting deeper into it.

  Xiao Fengxue felt dizzy from the kiss, her body temperature rising gradually, and she could only follow his footsteps as he led her away.

  A cool breeze quietly and soundlessly blew from the balcony into the room, making her feel a chill at her waist, which restored a bit of clarity to her mind, and a sharp glint flashed across the bottom of her eyes.

  A loud crack broke off the passionate and lingering kiss.

  Both of them were stunned, Xiao Fengxue stared blankly at her own hand, then looked at the man's handsome face with a clear red palm print slowly appearing, and was dazed.

  She was so angry that she actually hit him! She actually slapped the Dark Emperor of the underworld in the face!

  His handsome face was expressionless, but his deep, unfathomable eyes seemed to be brewing a storm.

  Suddenly feeling guilty, she averted her gaze, her face flushing as she slapped away the hand that had slipped into her pajamas. Her voice was clearly short of breath: "Who... who told you to take liberties?"

  The man stared at her for a while before finally moving. Her muscles were tense all over, but it wasn't what she had imagined - him hitting her.

  But rather...

  He carefully examined her hand and then put it to his lips and kissed it, asking "Does it hurt?"

  Xiao Fengxue's eyes suddenly widened, and for an instant, she felt as if the heavens were crashing down on her, utterly terrified!

  "Your Majesty, Emperor Liang Xun, are you alright?"

  "I've said it, call me to find." He frowned in dissatisfaction, carefully tidying up the sleeping gown on her body that he had disheveled, pulled over her hand to encircle his waist, lay down beside her, and buried his head in her hair, muttering: "Don't be angry, I couldn't control myself."

  The more she stayed by his side, the greedier he became, always wanting more, more warmth, more closeness.

  She was stunned, and a wave of sourness rose from her heart: "Xun..."

  Seeing the clear red mark on his perfectly sculpted face, Xiao Fengxue felt even more guilty in her heart, and she proactively got up to run to the bathroom to get a hot towel, pulling him up to help him apply it to his face.

  "Does it hurt?" she asked.

  "It doesn't hurt." He raised his eyes and clearly saw his face reflected in her eyes, as well as the guilt, heartache, and tenderness hidden in her eyes. He felt that this moment of warmth was very satisfying to him.

  Proud as he was, being slapped in the face would make anyone angry, but he didn't dare to lose his temper with her, suppressing the emotions deep down.

  After finally getting close to her, he didn't want to push himself further away due to a momentary emotional outburst, and he didn't want to regret it terribly after calming down.

  Besides...

  Xiao Fengxue saw the red mark on his face fade away, put down the towel, suddenly leaned forward and hugged his neck, lightly kissed the corner of his lips, touched slightly and parted like a dragonfly touching water, as if to express her own apology.

  Then she lay down beside him with a red face.

  Di Liangxun was stunned for a moment, and then his lips curled up in a silly smile that looked foolish no matter how you looked at it.

  For a moment, he just thought that if every time he was beaten, he would have this treatment, he wouldn't mind being beaten a few more times.

  After a brief interlude, the two of them still slept sweetly in each other's arms.

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