Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

As Cheng Yan inhaled her delicate fragrance, he kissed her tenderly. Lost in the moment, he vaguely recalled the beauties described in poems and literature.

It is said that a beautiful woman is beautiful from youth to old age.

At the tender age of fifteen, and at sixteen, she was naturally beautiful and delicate, like a willow branch, like a fragrant spring flower, like a tender tea before the rain, innocent and charming.

When I read it as a child, I only thought it was a collection of exaggerated words and phrases. Now, looking at it again, I realize that the ancients were right.

She was like a delicate crabapple blossom about to bloom on a branch, held tightly in his hand, embraced and kissed by him. She dared not struggle, only daring to stretch out her slender hand and gently tug at his clothes, not daring to exert any force.

She appears innocent and naive, yet also weak and pitiful, evoking both pity and a desire to bully her.

He reached out and lifted her up in his arms.

Qin Yizhen was dazed by his kisses, her slender fingers tightly gripping his clothes. She was startled when he picked her up and instinctively reached out to cling to his neck, securing herself to him.

He lifted her up, and unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed her lips again.

"Cheng Yan".

Qin Yizhen's lips were numb from his biting, and seeing that he wasn't even standing properly and was still trying to kiss her, she was afraid that she would fall.

She clutched his clothes tightly, feeling a little flustered.

"Scared?" He seemed to smile, but his eyes were a bottomless darkness that could suck your soul in.

Qin Yizhen shook her head and nodded, not daring to say she was afraid, nor daring to say she wasn't afraid, and she didn't dare to look at him. She just leaned against him weakly, her delicate appearance suggesting complete trust in him.

Cheng Yan felt the fire in his heart burning even brighter.

He chased after her and kissed her again, then turned around, carried her to the bed, and placed her on it.

The bright red quilt was a vibrant patchwork of color, embroidered with lifelike twin lotus blossoms.

She lay there, her dark hair loosely spread, her bright and beautiful face tinged with the colors of spring, her half-open eyes looking at him with a shy and tender spring in them.

Gentle and graceful, charming and full of spring.

Of all the beauty of spring in the world, this scene alone accounts for nine-tenths.

It stirs up people's thoughts and makes them unable to control themselves.

He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the bed curtains, staring at her intently, his gaze growing increasingly intense and passionate. He took a breath, his throat bobbing, then lowered the bed curtains and pressed himself against her...

The lights inside the room were still on, and the room was brightly lit. The heavy bed curtains blocking out the light from the bed made the room dim and half-clear.

Skin to skin, completely exposed, Qin Yizhen felt herself getting hotter, as if she were being roasted over a fire. Being pressed against someone even hotter made her heart feel both afraid and uneasy, unsure of where to put it.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."

He tried to comfort her gently, but perhaps because he was too inexperienced and she was too scared and nervous, he failed three times in a row, making himself sweat profusely. She was also in so much pain that she was sweating and her face was pale.

"I...I'm in so much pain..."

She curled up weakly in his arms, her pale, delicate fingers clutching the corner of the blanket, and she burst into tears, feeling wronged.

Her breathing was uneven, and her sobs were choked and weak, making her look very pitiful.

Did this make someone cry?

Cheng Yan was stunned at first, and was at a loss for what to do. After realizing what was happening, he quickly hugged her and comforted her.

When her crying subsided, he reached out and touched her smooth, slender back, which was already covered in cold sweat.

He was also covered in sweat and was getting impatient, but he really couldn't continue like this.

"Would you like a drink?"

Only then did he remember the acacia wine that he had long forgotten about, and he felt a little regretful. He had been too hasty and had forgotten about the wine.

Drinking this wine should make me feel better.

Qin Yizhen felt hot and sore all over, and was in no mood to drink any wine. Upon hearing this, she shook her head with tears in her eyes and pitifully leaned into his arms.

Cheng Yan was silent for a moment, unsure how to end the situation.

If he continues and is more forceful, he can certainly succeed; even if it hurts, it will only hurt for a while and then pass.

But I hurt her just now, and she's crying pitifully now, so she doesn't seem so willing anymore.

And if she resists too much, he can't really force himself on her, can he...?

But if we don't continue, it would be too inhumane to expect him to endure this at this point.

Cheng Yan buried his face in her neck, panting heavily. He sighed and said, "You reap what you sow," before letting her go. Then he suddenly got up, grabbed the nightgown that was lying to the side, and put it on.

Qin Yizhen belatedly realized that he had left. When she opened her eyes, she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed tying his clothes. Suddenly, she felt a little flustered and reached out to grab his sleeve.

"Where are you going?" she asked cautiously, biting her lip slightly.

Cheng Yan turned to look at her and saw that she was half-covered in the soft red quilt, her fair skin covered with fine sweat. She seemed more awake now, and there was panic and caution in her eyes as she looked at him.

Perhaps she was afraid he would suddenly get angry and leave.

Cheng Yan felt helpless. He felt that everyone would eventually get their comeuppance. Looking at her now, he was clearly the one who was suffering, but he still had to comfort her.

"It's a bit hot, I'm going to take a shower." He leaned over and kissed her, patted her back, pulled the blanket up to cover her, and said, "If you're tired, go to sleep. I'll be there in a bit."

"Hmm?" Qin Yizhen probably couldn't understand why it ended like this, and her gaze towards him was somewhat puzzled.

Cheng Yan reached out and covered her eyes: "Don't look at me like that."

If he continues watching, he can hardly guarantee that he won't continue.

"You go to sleep first, I'm going to take a shower." Cheng Yan said this, then lifted the bed curtains and got up to leave. If he stayed any longer, he was really afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back.

Qin Yizhen opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing him lift the blackout bed curtains and hurriedly walk out, she ultimately didn't say anything.

After he left, she lay back down on the bed, looking at the top of the bed curtains. She suddenly felt that the bedside was empty when he wasn't there, and her heart felt empty too.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand why those wives and concubines vied for the emperor's favor.

Honor, status, and wealth may have played a major role, but there is another reason: a lonely night is perhaps too desolate and empty.

She was no longer in pain and felt much more energetic, which gave her the energy to think about all sorts of random things.

However, after all that fuss, she was quite tired. Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom in the cubicle, she felt waves of drowsiness wash over her and she became sleepy.

She originally wanted to wait for Cheng Yan to come out and talk to him.

But his shower seemed to take an exceptionally long time. She waited and waited, but he didn't come out for a long time. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and fell asleep wrapped in the blanket...