They had been chatting so pleasantly, so why did she suddenly make such an outrageous demand? Way too direct.
This wasn’t the Port City Orchid Noble House, after all, where a whispered “I wanna hook up tonight” was enough to grab someone’s hand and fool around.
Yan Zhen wanted to reply with a firm “Nah,” but Huangfu Wenqing gazed at him with wide, pitiful eyes, like a little animal stricken with the blues, desperately craving his kisses for comfort.
No matter how he sliced it, Huangfu Wenqing was his fiancée. It wasn’t over the top for her to want a kiss now, especially since other women had already kissed him plenty of times.
After much hesitation, Yan Zhen finally nodded.
Huangfu Wenqing’s beautiful eyes sparkled with delight, her cheeks flushing as she said, “Then I’m really going to kiss you. No take-backs.”
Yan Zhen nodded again.
Huangfu Wenqing’s lips curved into a slight smile. She first brushed the stray locks of hair from her temple behind her ear, then cupped Yan Zhen’s face in both hands and studied him closely.
“The more I look at you, the cuter you get~”
—Tch, keep it up, and no kiss for you!
Yan Zhen felt a surge of annoyance, but Huangfu Wenqing was already leaning in for a smooch.
Her lips were a touch cool, and the kiss was quite clumsy. This was only her third time, after all, and she hadn’t read any guides—her technique came from secretly watching Yan Zhen rendezvous with Yun Xiu in her previous life.
The first two times, Yan Zhen had been a total novice himself, so he hadn’t noticed. But now that he was seasoned, he immediately realized his fiancée wasn’t very good at this.
She tried to slip her tongue in, but there was no rhythm to it at all.
—Should I teach her? Nah. Stay passive, don’t initiate, don’t refuse, don’t take responsibility. Otherwise, breaking off the engagement later would be a nightmare.
Yan Zhen went along with Huangfu Wenqing’s kiss obediently, but he didn’t return her enthusiasm.
However, he had underestimated her knowledge. She pulled back from his lips and whispered, “Can you stick your tongue out?”
“?”
Yan Zhen’s eyes went wide as he slowly formed a question mark in his mind.
—What are you planning? That’s not a request for your skill level! Learn to walk before you run, sis!
Huangfu Wenqing blinked her eyes rapidly, her gaze brimming with anticipation.
In her previous life, while peeking on Yan Zhen and her master during their secret meetings, she had seen Yun Xiu start off so reserved, reluctant to get too intimate. But under Yan Zhen’s assertive lead, she quickly surrendered—and even took charge. Cupping his face, she would suck on his tongue like it was the most exquisite pastry, losing herself completely in the moment.
Huangfu Wenqing hadn’t understood it back then. Was it really that delicious? Even her master, who shunned mortal indulgences, had gotten so entranced that her peerless beauty flushed with an alluring pink glow.
Now was her chance to try it herself and uncover the secret that could make even her master fall so hard.
“I just want to learn how to please you before we marry. Can you cooperate a little, Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek. “We’re still a long way from marriage. No need to rush into this stuff.”
“Not that far,” Huangfu Wenqing huffed playfully. “Master said that after our duel next year, she’ll start preparing the wedding.”
Yan Zhen couldn’t help feeling a flash of irritation.
—This Yun Xiu, what’s her hurry? She’s wrecking my plans again. Next time we meet, I’ll make her stay in bed for three days and nights!
Oblivious to her fiancé’s vengeful thoughts about her master, Huangfu Wenqing pressed on. “If we practice now, I won’t be so flustered on our wedding night—okay, Yan Zhen?”
Yan Zhen furrowed his brow in dilemma. After a long moment of thought, he nodded.
He closed his eyes, parted his lips, and slowly extended the tip of his tongue.
The pose, so inviting, set Huangfu Wenqing’s heart racing. Her breathing grew heavy.
She could already grasp a hint of her master’s feelings, even before diving in fully.
Huangfu Wenqing licked her lips—she was already drooling a little—and said impatiently, “A bit more. That’s too little.”
“…”
Yan Zhen reluctantly extended half his tongue.
Huangfu Wenqing immediately leaned in. Her thin, moist lips wrapped around it, drawing it into her mouth to savor thoroughly.
Unlike her earlier kiss, she was wildly passionate this time, and her skill was impressive.
She was mimicking her master’s movements from memory in this intimate act, even replicating the hand details perfectly—cupping Yan Zhen’s face while her thumbs gently stroked his sensitive ears in slow, deliberate circles, perfectly in sync with the rhythm of her mouth.
Yan Zhen felt electric tingles of pleasure ripple through his lips and tongue, fogging his brain. It was a world apart from the tart, unripe-apple clumsiness of before.
So damn good~
It’s sucking out my soul~
This can’t go on!
But Huangfu Wenqing’s next move exceeded even his wildest expectations. While still kissing him, she freed her hands to grip his shoulders and shoved him back onto the bed. Her slender body pressed down on top of his as she ravished him without restraint.
Yan Zhen gathered his wits and deftly twisted away, breaking free from her lips and retracting his tongue.
Huangfu Wenqing’s eyes snapped open. Panting, she said, “Wait, Yan Zhen, that’s not enough. Just… a little longer…”
Yan Zhen shook his head vigorously. “Better call it here for today.”
“But I still don’t quite get how couples kiss. I want to practice more.”
“These things take time. You can’t master them in one go.”
“Mm… fine.”
Huangfu Wenqing clearly didn’t want to stop, but she couldn’t bring herself to suggest anything bolder like full intimacy. Disappointed, she said, “Since you’re insisting, let’s continue tomorrow then.”
—Tomorrow too?
Yan Zhen was dumbfounded. He hadn’t expected her to be so hooked on this. Yun Xiu had always loved latching on like that too—no wonder they were master and disciple. They matched in certain ways!
“We’ll talk tomorrow. Right now, I need to meditate. Can you get off me?”
“Sorry, am I too heavy?”
“You’re not heavy…”
“Then let me hug you a little longer~ Your body’s so warm. In this freezing winter, you’re like a walking furnace.”
“Heh, well, I am cultivating Fire Mystic Power.”
“…Something’s poking me.” Huangfu Wenqing suddenly said, reaching back. “It’s round and—ah!”
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“Sorry, Yan Zhen! I-I didn’t mean to.”
“N-No big deal. I get it.”
“Does it hurt?”
“It’s fine.”
“Want me to… help?”
“No, no thanks.”
“…”
“…”
Just as the air between them grew thick with mutual embarrassment, a rapid knock-knock-knock sounded from outside, startling them both.
Huangfu Wenqing sat up straight, her hips settling on Yan Zhen’s firm abs.
“—Wh-who is it?”
“Ahem. It’s me—Cousin’s Meng’er!”
Yan Meng’er? Huangfu Wenqing’s expression instantly cooled.
“Do you need something?”
“My cousin’s in your room, isn’t he? Hurry up and let me in!”
