TCN: Mei Gongqing

Chapter 121: After Chen Rong Woke Up

Chapter 121: After Chen Rong Woke Up

Wang Hong's hand paused on her intimate place.

Propping himself with the other hand, he looked up at her and hoarsely called, "Ah Rong."

Chen Rong vaguely answered him with tears in her clouded eyes.

Wang Hong's breathing quickened. He bowed his head to place a kiss on her lips and whispered, "Ah Rong." He had swallowed back the words he wanted to say and only uttered her name.

His hand once again started to move.

Chen Rong whimpered to his movement, her long lashes fluttering amidst beads of tears. "We can't, Qilang, we can't..." They were words of refusal, but they sounded like amorous whisperings.

The color on his face deepened at the sight of her. He lowered his head to capture her lips, his tongue lightly tracing them and chasing her own. "I don't want to let go..." he murmured.

He next moved down and sucked on her left nipple.

As his tongue was stroking it, Chen Rong's moan was growing more audible.

At this time, footsteps could be heard outside.

Soon, a maid stammered to him: "My lord, the Prince of Nan'yang has sent a messenger to relay that he has urgent business to discuss."

Wang Hong did not lift his head. Still suckling at her nipple and fingers lightly tugging at her quivering sex, he vaguely replied, "I shan't see anyone."

"Aye."

When Ah Zhi saw the girl come back down, she promptly went to her and asked, "What did his lordship say?"

"He said he won't see anyone," the girl whispered.

Their expression both slightly altered. After a while, the other said at a loss, "From a young age, he has always had extraordinary will power, and has never cared for sexual temptation. But now... Ah Zhi, I'm a little afraid."

Ah Zhi's face was as blanched as hers. She looked up at the bamboo loft in the swaying candlelight and, after a long time, smiled as her voice turned brisk: "What is there to fear? That girl will only be glad to have spent the night with our master. And if she's happy about it, then our master will be, too."

The other maid snickered and eagerly nodded her head.

The gasps of pleasure continued in the bamboo loft.

Chen Rong raised her head, her lips nibbling Wang Hong. She moaned again and again: "Qilang, Qilang, Qilang..."

At this time, his hand left her mound to part her thighs.

Then, a fiery object was felt at her entrance.

Almost suddenly, Chen Rong broke into tears. They spilled from her eyes to her cheeks, soaking the pillow behind her.

She wrapped her legs on his waist and murmured the same thing over and over: "Qilang, Qilang, Qilang..." Even in her stupor, her voice was choking with sadness.

Her choked voice and tears made Wang Hong stiffen.

He raised his head.

His flawless face was faintly flushed, his eyes no longer translucent. His pupils were clouded and even his lips were swollen red.

He fixedly looked at Chen Rong.

She quietly looked back at him through her tears and reached around his neck to press her face against his lips as she cried. "Qilang, I'm so happy."