Da Li Temple - Chapter 15.2
Chapter 15.2
Thunderstorm (1)
Seeing such a wretched Su Moyi, Luo Wanqing’s heart stopped. Then, it suddenly jumps again. It was like a heavy stream blocked by a boulder, causing a bigger splash. She probed towards Su Moyi’s forehead. It was cold, yet his cheeks were scarlet. Heat diffused from his body, and the soaked robe almost raised the water mist.
“Lord Su?” She reached out to take his pulse. It didn’t look like he was poisoned.
Lin Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a sweet and cold flavor scurried into her nostrils between breaths, making her dizzy.
Peach Blossom Drunk.
Su Moyi had been drugged.
In the darkness, Lin Wanqing’s heartbeat faltered. She had learned about it in her early years when studying some strange stories of the border. Peach Blossom Drunk was a kind of drug from the Yao Borderland. It was both a medicine and an aphr*disiac. After taking the drug, if one doesn’t have s*x within three hours, the drug will become a poison that makes one sink into carnal desire and hurt one’s body through promiscuity. It seemed that the person who poisoned him held the mentality that if you couldn’t get it, you must destroy it.
From Su Moyi’s current state, he should’ve taken the drug quite some time ago, and the remaining time was not much.
Thunder rolled in the ears again, making Lin Wanqing’s heart palpitate, and she closed her eyes in fear.
What to do?
What should she do?
The rest of the light fell to the case file that she had not touched yet, lying quietly on the bookshelf, within ten steps, reachable distance.
Lin Wanqing knew she could take the file with her and walk away. And then spend her whole life hibernating, seeking the next opportunity.
But what about Su Moyi?
After this moment, he may not have another chance. He will be caught up in the scandal and can’t help himself. From now on, in the officialdom of the Nan Dynasty, there will be one less harsh dog official and one more s*x-addicted playboy.
Somehow, the scene that day in Ping Kang Hall, when Su Moyi drunkenly recited the ‘Record of the Washed Grievances’ surfaced again. His words were loud and clear, and his voice was like a bell. His eyes contained the sun and the moon, and his eyes showed the stars.
Amid all the noise and color, Lin Wanqing stood quietly and silently listened to him recite the whole thing. She even wondered, back then, what if Su Moyi was in charge of the Xiao family’s case? Would the ending have been different? In a flash of thought, she was shocked by herself. And that bit of indescribable emotion turned into helplessness and self-deprecation.
Time seemed to be washed away by the thunderstorm and flew by. Lin Wanqing was in a heavenly battle that she had never experienced before. The person in front of her eyes while enduring bitterly.
“Stay …… away from me ……” Su Moyi’s intermittent ravings made Lin Wanqing awake for a few minutes. Either Wang Hu’s case or the r*pe and murder case, the only one who believed her was Su Moyi. Today’s matter, let’s take it as she returned the favor.
After clearing her thoughts, Lin Wanqing leaned down and quietly cupped Su Moyi’s face in the darkness. She slowed her breathing and leaned toward the person in front of her, who was barely holding on.
Lin Wanqing felt suffocated for a moment. The man’s faint men’s breath rushing toward her; pine, grass, peach blossom, wine —
Everything was just right, and Lin Wanqing felt she was also drunk. Otherwise, how could she have a hint of desire for him? She rubbed her ears to his, and warm and soft breath became chaotic. It was only a few moments, yet cold sweat wetted her hair, making it messy.
“Who are you ……?” He asked, his hot breath brushing against her ear with sweet coldness. She kissed him and blocked out the question she couldn’t answer. In the darkness, warm, soft, and moist lips pressed against each other like a cloud with rain, leaving ambiguous traces.
Su Moyi had a moment of bewilderment and instinctively went to push. But when the scent on his lips spread silently, he was stunned, as if he had found something familiar that made his heart feel at ease, and went from resisting to demanding in just a breath.
He bit her hard.
Bite.
His teeth were on her lips, the two soft petals repeatedly grinding, lightly sucking. He was like a hungry wolf on the scent of blood, capturing her scent with a ruthless, sharp punch. With a light tap, his tongue noiselessly knocked open her teeth and drove straight in. His tongue explored all the hidden secrets, rolled and flowed between her lips and teeth.
Lin Wanqing forgot everything. The thunderstorm in her ears was chaotic, mixed with his hot breath. For a moment, she froze there as if she had been transformed into a flower outside the window and fallen into the stream.
She heard each other’s heartbeats thumping, mixed with the dull thunderstorm, expanding silently, becoming this world’s only sound.
Suffocated by his kisses, Lin Wanqing struggled, only to feel a hot palm tugged in hers, rubbing carefully and repeatedly. She realized his palm was smooth and delicate, with cold fingertips and some thin calluses. Every time she swept over her palm, she felt like rubbing sandpaper, itchy. Her fingertips rolled down from his soaked sleeve to the waist. With one provoking finger, she heard the sound of the clothes rustling and slipping down. His cold fingers probed and landed on her back, slightly tingling like the rain licking delicate flowers outside the window. The tingling sensation was clear and fuzzy, working its way up from her waistline and rushing into her brain. After dissolving rationality away, the only left was the fire to sink in. As the clothes slipped off one by one, only the bare bodies remained, their limbs and breaths intertwined. After his warm and soft tongue had tasted enough of the sweetness of her lips, he raided over Lin Wanqing’s w*t temples to her neck.
“You are ……” Still, a murmuring. The person in front of her seemed to be dead set on holding on to the last line of defense, maintaining self-possession despite being in such a wild atmosphere.
Lin Wanqing rose and sat on him.
Su Moyi was stunned. In the sound of a thunderstorm, he could only see the woman’s undulating curves and hear her faintly impatient gasps. When his hot, sizzling hardness touched her w*t, glistening softness, the last taut string —
Broke.