Da Li Temple - Chapter 20.2

Chapter 20.2
Wet Dream

The bookcase made a piercing chomping sound, dragging out a shallow trail on the ground. When everything calmed down, Su Moyi realized he supported the bookcase with his quick eyes and one of his hands while the other held Lin Wanqing’s waist. He firmly held her entire body in his arms while she carried the case files he had crumpled. He smelled a woman’s scent mixed with the dust.

That thunderstorm, that grass’ scent.

A thread in Su Moyi’s brain snapped. Her nostrils were in his ear, and she was so close to him. An absurd thought raced out of its cage like a rattling white finch. His breathing stopped for an instant.
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“Lord.” Ye Qing’s voice sounded outside the study room.

Su Moyi panicked and released his hand, pushing Lin Wanqing far away like a thief.
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Holding the invitation, Ye Qing didn’t notice that Lin Wanqing had fallen to the side. He handed the invitation to Su Moyi, his eyes full of anticipation.
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“The Emperor …… Emperor sympathizes with Lord’s hard work in handling the cases and wants to specially invite Da Li Temple’s staff to take a boat tour at the Taiye Pond.”
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Su Moyi frowned. His expression was austere, “What is the Imperial Grandmother’s intention?” He was talking about the Imperial Grandmother, not the Imperial Uncle. Because Su Moyi knew that Emperor Cheng Zhao would not pull a bunch of judges and magistrates to go to the shallow lake to enjoy the flowers. They couldn’t recite poems nor discuss the way of ruling the country, so it couldn’t be to watch them perform live crime-solving, right? Hence, except for the Empress Dowager fanning the flames on the side, no one else could have asked for this odd invitation.
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Ye Qing did not squeak and presented the item in his hand to Su Moyi.
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Su Moyi was too lazy to look at it. He sat down and started to get busy again.
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“Lord …… ” Ye Qing called out to him weakly.
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Su Moyi didn’t lift his head, “Just say that Da Li Temple’s staff are unavailable.”

“But the Emperor granted an extra day off for public holidays.”
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Su Moyi choked and looked at Lin Wanqing on the side, saying, “I must go with her to investigate the case.”
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“But the Emperor also invited Lin Recorder.”
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Su Moyi looked up, “Lin Recorder is not Da Li Temple’s staff, so how could she be invited?”
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Ye Qing didn’t make a sound, silently unfolding the invitation in his hand, pointing to Lin Wanqing’s name.
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“……” Su Moyi held the corner of his forehead and unwillingly said, “That day, I must bring Si Yu to the veterinarian.”
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Ye Qing weakly mumbled, pointing to the last name on the invitation, “Si, Si Yu also ……”
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Su Moyi: “……”

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Perhaps because of the physical contact in the daytime, Su Moyi had a dream in the night. In his dream, he brutally hung a woman’s leg in the crook of his arm and pressed her against the bookshelf in the file room.
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In front of his eyes were the snowy peaks as white as congealed fat. Full, elastic, rounded breasts swaying with his rhythm, like the starry moonlight swirling at the lake.
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With a less noisy thunderstorm sound, he heard her soft whimper. It was delicate and faint like a cat’s furry claws scratching his heart.
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Su Moyi, who had always been self-possessed, had lost control. A hot and dry thirst spreading between his mouth and abdomen drove him to lean over and hold a small red fruit in front of him, rolling it between his lips and teeth.
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The touch on his tongue was so real. The n*pples were tender, only a thin layer, as if the slightest effort would break it, like a ripe red cherry in the mountains in April. When he stirred it inside his mouth, it seemed he could squeeze out the sweet juice. A hint of shame crawled through his mind, but the swelling pain from his lower body quickly erased it. What was propriety, what was shame, what was calmness and self-possession? For a man in lust, these had long been left behind. He then accelerated the jerking of his lower body, the arc becoming more monstrous.
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“Uhm ……”

The woman in his arms frowned and panted, whimpering softly like a frightened beast under his strong confinement. The impatient voice rolled in her throat and crawled across her nostrils, bringing out a faint sobbing sound. Perhaps due to the long-suppressed thirst, the woman’s sobbing cries drilled into his ears, turning into a dose of aphrodisiac. He held her tighter, but the rhythm of his lower body did not slow down at all.
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Su Moyi knew that she was different from all the others. His desire for her had nothing to do with rationality and was closer to instinct.
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“Lord —“
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Su Moyi’s breathing faltered, and he raised his head to look at the woman in his arms. She lowered her head at the right time, and when their gazes met, Su Moyi’s heart was shocked! Because that face was Lin Wanqing! Her eyes were flushed, containing watery light. She knitted her eyebrows, looking at him pitifully and at a loss for words. Such a shy look from a little girl was surprisingly so charming in his eyes.
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Surprisingly, even after seeing Lin Wanqing’s face, Su Moyi did not wake up. He exerted his arms and pressed the person in his arms tightly against his naked chest. His warm palm secretly accumulated strength, pulling the tender hole at the center of her leg to open some more.
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Su Moyi held Lin Wanqing like this and did so from the beginning to the end. After a familiar euphoria pushed its way from his tailbone to his temples, he released himself in a ragged gasp.
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With a blank mind, Su Moyi woke up calmly.
Between his legs was a w*t spot.
He lifted the quilt and sat up, having a moment of disorientation.
He knew he was dreaming. He also knew that the person in his dream was Lin Wanqing.
Yet he didn’t stop.
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