sjar Chapter 666
Chapter 666
Chapter 666
It was midnight when Shen Lingjun and Mo Zhonggui returned to the East Palace.
The weather was sunny today, but by evening, the night sky was covered with dark clouds, as if a storm was about to break.
Fortunately, the two had already arrived home, so it was alright.
Mo Zhonggui said, "Go to sleep. It's a bit late today, but there's nothing to do tomorrow. You can sleep until noon."
Shen Lingjun agreed and went to take a bath and change her clothes.
Dou Niang had hot water brought over and filled the bathtub. Seeing that she looked tired, Shen Lingjun told her not to wait on him and to go to sleep, while he took a bath by himself.
After washing up, Shen Lingjun changed into her pajamas, took a large towel, and slowly dried her hair, yawning repeatedly, somewhat regretting that she had washed her hair so late.
Her hair was long and thick, and it wouldn't dry quickly, so she couldn't go to bed with wet hair.
Just then, she suddenly felt someone behind her drying her hair.
Shen Lingjun thought it was Dou Niang coming to serve her again, so she didn't turn her head and said, "Didn't I tell you to go to sleep first?"
The people behind him remained silent. Shen Lingjun sensed something was wrong and turned around to see that it was Mo Zhonggui.
He must have taken a bath as well, as he was wearing a loose, moon-white robe, his long hair was loose with slightly damp ends, and a thin mist of water vapor clung to his body.
Shen Lingjun was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"
Mo Zhonggui lowered her gaze and said, "I'll dry your hair."
Shen Lingjun originally wanted to say that it was unnecessary, but for some reason, the words stuck in her throat and she didn't say anything. She just quietly let Mo Chonggui go.
Mo Zhonggui didn't say anything more, but carefully separated Shen Lingjun's long hair strand by strand and slowly wrung it out with a towel.
Her hair was well-maintained, thick and black, supple and straight, shimmering with a silky sheen under the light. Because it was half-damp, touching it brought a refreshing coolness and moisture; a dark expanse spread out, strand by strand, like black seaweed just plucked from a lake.
Mo Zhonggui looked down and, without realizing it, placed a kiss on Shen Lingjun's long hair.
Shen Lingjun felt his touch and breath, and her whole body trembled slightly.
She subconsciously turned her head and met Mo Zhonggui's gaze. He leaned in and kissed her lips directly.
His lips were moist and cool, but the hands holding her were burning hot.
This kiss was long and deep, tender yet forceful, carrying an irresistible sense of aggression.
Shen Lingjun felt as if she were drowning in a bottomless lake. The water shimmered around her, and the undercurrents rippled. She was in the current, helplessly rising and falling.
Mo Chonggui kissed her as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.
A wave of heat rose from his body, and the damp steam made Shen Lingjun dizzy and disoriented, his whole body limp and powerless.
She vaguely guessed what Mo Zhonggui was going to do and wanted to refuse, but it seemed that she had no reason to refuse.
She used to think that their future was uncertain and that she might not be able to stay with him forever, so she always wanted to leave herself some room for maneuver.
But now that everything has been said openly, and she's finally at ease, why should she still refuse?
Shen Lingjun was still dazed, but her body reacted instinctively. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Mo Zhonggui's neck, pressing herself against him and clinging to him tightly.
She tilted her head back, receiving his kisses, as if she were intoxicated, or as if she were yearning for something.
Mo Zhonggui placed her on the bed and lowered the bed curtains.
Outside, after a night of overcast skies, a flash of lightning appeared, followed by a rumble of thunder rolling across the horizon, and then a torrential downpour began.
The torrential rain came fiercely and suddenly, accompanied by strong winds, making the rain even more intense. It swept across the land, leaving only a white curtain of rain covering the wilderness and the imperial city.
In the flowerbed beneath the window, a row of gardenias grew. Summer nights should be filled with their blossoms, but now they were ravaged by the wind and rain, swaying back and forth. The delicate flowers were mangled beyond recognition, their petals scattered, their hearts heavy with rainwater, drooping heavily.