Your Lips Taste Like Heaven || Neuvillette (HIATUS)

9

(OH MY GOSH MY HEART @sviteer on Twitter)

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains of Y/n's room, signaling the start of a new day. The events of the previous night still fresh in her mind, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. 

Rising from the cocoon of her bed, she moved hurriedly towards the drawer that held her most cherished possession - Neuvillette's note. As she unfolded the parchment, her heart fluttered like a captive bird. She pressed it gently to her lips, imprinting a tender kiss on the inked words as she reveled in the sweet reminiscence.

She knew she would treasure that note for the rest of her life.

With a sigh, she returned the note to its hiding place and made her way to the bath chamber, ready to embrace whatever adventures awaited her under the watchful gaze of the rising sun- or so she thought.

As the morning wore on, Y/n couldn't help but notice a subtle change in the mood at Hulao. There was a sense of excitement and eagerness in the air, almost as if everyone was eagerly awaiting the promised picnic.

The servants were busy preparing for the event, packing a basket with a variety of foods and setting up a comfortable seating area at a picturesque spot they had chosen in the gardens.

Eleanor was busying herself with scolding her husband and pampering her own hair. Mr. Barton, accustomed to her dramatic flair, merely rolled his eyes at her reprimands.

Y/n couldn't help but notice that Mr. Zhongli too was acting differently. He was much more physical, a stark contrast to his personality before. He held her hand tightly, whispering sweet nothings and praising her. It was as if he was trying to prove a point, a display of his affection and commitment.

As the guests gathered in the garden, Mr. Zhongli stood by the dishes, waiting expectantly for Y/n to arrive.

His gaze flitted from one face to another, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her arrival. Every rustle of fabric, every murmur of conversation seemed to heighten his anticipation. He stood there, a picture of patient longing, as he waited for his beloved to grace the gathering with her presence.

"Mr. Zhongli, are we waiting for someone?" a woman with long dark brown hair asked. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a clear indication of her eccentric personality. "I do wish to begin the festivities! Oh how fun this all looks!"

"My apologies, Miss Hu. I'm sure she will arrive shortly," Mr. Zhongli replied, his tone apologetic.

Hu Tao's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Oh, Mr. Zhongli, always so formal," she teased, her voice light and playful. "You know, life is too short to be spent waiting."

Zhongli chuckled softly at her words. "Indeed, Miss Hu. But some things - or rather, some people - are worth waiting for."

Hu Tao let out a hearty laugh at his response. "Well said, Mr. Zhongli! I suppose patience is a virtue after all." She then turned her attention back to the festivities, her lively spirit adding to the cheerful atmosphere.

As Y/n made her way to the picnic spot, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension. The anticipation of the day's events, coupled with the lingering memories of the previous night, caused her heart to pound in her chest like a drum, each beat echoing her growing nervousness.

The garden was abuzz with activity, the air filled with laughter and chatter.

As she approached the picnic spot, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the sight of the group.

Eleanor was perched on the edge of her chair, her eyes fixed on her husband, but at the sound of Y/n's voice, turned to look at her best friend and grinned. "Y/n! There you are! We've waited ages for you!"