[So scary, so scary, so beautiful]
Su Zhenzhen woke up to find herself back in the small courtyard.
She was lying on her familiar bed, with a little white cat squatting on her.
Seeing her awake, the little white cat stood up, gave a small stretch, then resumed its squatting posture on her, extending a tiny paw to gently touch her face.
The fluffy white paw instantly turned black.
Su Zhenzhen snapped fully awake. As the little white cat jumped off her, she sat up, walked to the dressing table, and saw her own face covered in smudged black and white.
Was this the face she had on when she was acting coquettishly with Mu Dan in the carriage?
Her world crashed down.
Su Zhenzhen reached out and covered her face.
The window of her room hadn't been closed, so Su Zhenzhen tilted her head slightly to look outside.
The lantern hanging under the eaves had already been lit. The youth was lying on the rocking chair outside with his eyes closed, gently swaying.
Lu Hexu had his eyes half-closed. Hearing the clattering noises behind him, for some unknown reason, the empty and restless feeling in his heart was instantly filled.
It turned out it wasn't the courtyard that brought him peace, but the woman in the room.
There were many courtyards in the world, but only one Su Zhenzhen.
"I want to take a bath," Su Zhenzhen whispered from the window, not daring to poke her head out. She even shielded her face with her hands, revealing only a pair of dark eyes.
An hour later, a young eunuch brought water over.
There was a small bathing room in the courtyard where Su Zhenzhen usually bathed.
A wooden tub was placed in the small bathing room. It was summer now, so it wasn't cold at all.
Su Zhenzhen took off her dress and washed for a full two hours before finally scrubbing the plant ash off her body.
She wrung her hair dry and came out of the small bathing room wearing her dress, carrying a faint scent of soap pods and herbs.
The youth was still lying on that rocking chair. Su Zhenzhen walked over and lay down sideways on the other rocking chair.
The two rocking chairs were placed side by side with almost no distance between them.
Su Zhenzhen looked at him sideways. Her partially dried hair hung damply on both sides of her cheeks, and her fair face was flushed from the steam. Her clothes were light and elegant, clinging to her body and highlighting her beautiful and graceful curves.
She reached out to grab the youth's hanging sleeve.
"I'm sleepy," she said.
"Then sleep."
Su Zhenzhen closed her eyes, and Zhao Zuchang's face immediately floated in her mind's eye.
She opened her eyes and saw Mu Dan's beautiful young face again.
After repeating this a few times, Su Zhenzhen finally fell asleep in a daze.
Although Lu Hexu had his eyes closed, he felt no drowsiness.
After sensing the even breathing of the woman beside him, he raised his hand.
Su Zhenzhen woke up with a start in an instant, seeing the youth's motion to get up.
"Where are you going?"
She reached out and grabbed blindly.
She caught his hand.
Lu Hexu stood there and looked back at her. "I have something to do."
[Can't you stay and keep me company?]
Although she thought this in her heart, she didn't say it out loud.
"You... come back early."
[I'm scared.]
Lu Hexu gave her a deep look. "Got it." He paused, then added, "There are Jinyiwei guarding the door."
Feeling much more at ease, Su Zhenzhen reluctantly let go of his hand. "Mhm."
Lu Hexu walked out of the courtyard and summoned Shadow One. "Guard this place."
-
Evening lights were just being lit, and the inside and outside of the Zhao Manor were brightly illuminated.
This was a seven-courtyard compound located on the main street of Jinling, occupying more than half of the street. Two giant stone lions were placed at the entrance, and the gatekeepers wore silk shirts. Looking further inside, there were pavilions and terraces, looking magnificent and luxurious.
Zhao Zuchang was throwing a massive temper tantrum in the courtyard.
"Trash!"
A teacup was smashed on the ground, its shards scattering everywhere.
"It's been two days, and you haven't even found a shadow of her? What do I feed you for?" As he spoke, Zhao Zuchang couldn't contain his anger and kicked the servant kneeling in front of him.
Zhao Zuchang was spoiled rotten; whenever he wanted something, he had to get it immediately.
The servant was kicked to the ground, and Zhao Zuchang viciously stomped on his face a few times, causing blood to stream from his nose.
Looking at the servant's bloody face, Zhao Zuchang still felt unsatisfied and picked up a nearby chair to smash it at him.
The servant took the blow forcefully, kneeling on the ground without daring to make a sound.
Once Zhao Zuchang finished venting, he flicked his sleeves, and the domestic slaves behind him hurried to bring him a chair.
Zhao Zuchang sat on the armchair, while another slave brought him tea.
"Didn't I tell you to borrow troops from the city patrol camp? Why can't you find anyone?"
The blood-faced slave kneeled on the ground, his whole body aching with dull pain, yet he still had to reply with slurred speech, "This servant... this servant doesn't know either. But this servant heard that a squad of Jinyiwei entered the city today and went to a pharmacy along the street. Someone previously said they saw a woman in pink in that pharmacy, but when I took the patrol camp people there, we didn't see her."
"Jinyiwei?" Zhao Zuchang frowned. "Aren't the Jinyiwei accompanying His Majesty at the Qingliang Palace? Why would they suddenly appear in Jinling City?"
"This servant... this servant doesn't know either... Oh right, Young Master, this servant picked up something that seems to have been dropped by that woman."
Bearing a bruised and swollen face, the slave took something out from his chest pocket.
This slave was illiterate. He originally thought it was a gold plaque and wanted to keep it for himself, but afraid of being beaten to death by his young master, he quickly took it out.
Zhao Zuchang raised his hand to take it. His expression paused when he saw the plaque, but then he felt it was impossible.
"People nowadays are truly bold, daring to forge anything."
Zhao Zuchang casually tossed it away.
The slave stared at it greedily.
He had gone to ask around; it was real gold!
While Zhao Zuchang was beating and scolding the servants in the courtyard, over there, the Old Matriarch heard the news that her darling had fallen off a horse during the day yesterday, and immediately hurried over with people to show her concern.
"My grandson, my darling..." The loud wailing of the Old Matriarch could be heard from afar.
Although the old thing was quite advanced in age, her body was very agile. Leaning on her walking stick, she walked even faster than the young momos following behind her.
"Old Matriarch." Seeing the old lady arrive, Zhao Zuchang stood up to support her. "Why are you here?"
"I heard you fell off a horse yesterday," the Old Matriarch reached out to touch her grandson's face with a heartache. "Where did you hurt yourself?"
"It hurt so much," Zhao Zuchang immediately frowned. "It's all that cheap woman's fault. If it weren't for that cheap woman, I wouldn't have fallen off the horse."
"Right! What a lowly thing! My grandson is as precious as gold and jade, how can any random cat or dog offend him! Investigate! Have your brother turn Jinling City upside down to find her and beat her to death with clubs!"
"Hey, don't kill her just yet. Let me play with her first."
"Alright, alright, whatever you say." After coaxing her precious grandson, the Old Matriarch turned her head to look at the servants kneeling in the courtyard, her face hardening. "You bunch of dog slaves, to actually let your master fall off a horse! Men!" The old lady tapped her dragon-headed walking stick, shouting with full vigor to bring in a dozen guards. "Tie them up and beat them to death!"
The servants were instantly frightened, their faces pale as they kowtowed and begged for mercy. "Please, Old Matriarch and Young Master, give us another chance! We will definitely find that cheap woman and make up for our mistakes..."
"Oh no, Old Matriarch, the Imperial Guards are killing their way in..." A guard rushed into the courtyard, covered in blood. Before he could finish his sentence, a sharp sword pierced through his body. The guard fell to the ground, dead.
At the entrance of the courtyard stood a thin, pale-faced young man wearing a simple eunuch's uniform. He held a long sword, his eyes dark and sinister.
His pitch-black eyes swept over the people in the courtyard, finally landing on Zhao Zuchang.
"Is it you?" the young man asked, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Who are you?" Seeing the Imperial Guards rushing in behind the young man, Zhao Zuchang subconsciously took two steps back, but he was not afraid. "My brother is the Marquis of Ningyuan! He commands 17,000 troops in the patrol camp! If you dare to run wild in my Zhao Manor, my brother will skin you alive when he finds out!"
Zhao Zuchang was used to being arrogant. He didn't think a eunuch would have the guts to touch the Marquis of Ningyuan's Manor.
Lu Hexu tilted his head and looked at him. "I didn't find the wrong person."
Holding the dripping sword, the young man walked expressionlessly towards Zhao Zuchang.
Zhao Zuchang cursed loudly, "What are you waiting for! Trash, hurry up and stop him!"
The servants rushed forward, only to be quickly subdued by the Imperial Guards behind Lu Hexu.
A blind servant rushed towards Lu Hexu's face with a broadsword, only to have one of his hands chopped off directly by him.
The severed arm holding the broadsword fell to the ground, and the blood beads on the young man's long sword dripped down, splashing on the floor tiles and blooming into blood flowers.
"Ah!" The servant with the severed arm wailed on the ground.
Lu Hexu stepped over him expressionlessly, his pitch-black eyes staring gloomily at Zhao Zuchang.
Zhao Zuchang's face turned pale with fright, and he turned around and ran. Because he was running too fast, he tripped on the steps and fell heavily on the stone steps.
Ignoring the pain, Zhao Zuchang crawled forward on his hands and knees. Just as he staggered to his feet, he subconsciously turned around to see if the young man had caught up.
Lu Hexu was in no hurry to chase after him. He only took two steps forward, then stood in the courtyard, raised his hand, and threw his sword.
The long sword pierced through the air and pierced directly through Zhao Zuchang's shoulder, pinning him to the door.
"Ah..." Zhao Zuchang let out a miserable scream.
"You, how dare you treat my grandson like this..."
The Old Matriarch was being protected by a group of servants and retreating. Seeing her beloved grandson suffer such a disaster, her heart ached so much that she charged towards Lu Hexu with her dragon-headed walking stick.
Without even turning his head, Lu Hexu raised his hand, pulled out the embroidered spring sword from the waist of the Imperial Guard beside him, and threw it backwards.
The blade pierced through the wind, bringing with it a chilling coldness, and pierced straight into the old thing's abdomen.
The old thing stood frozen in place, holding the dragon-headed walking stick high.
She looked down at her abdomen. Blood stained her dark-patterned silk skirt red. The embroidered spring sword wrapped in black shark silk was pushed into her abdomen by a huge force.
The dragon-headed walking stick fell to the ground, and the long, narrow, transparent blade reflected her suddenly contracted pupils. The ruthlessness in the old thing's eyes turned into fear, and her body could no longer support her as she fell backwards, dead.
Blood spread all over the ground.
Lu Hexu stepped on the bloodstains on the floor tiles and walked forward slowly.
He walked up to Zhao Zuchang, his pale fingers gripping the long sword stuck in his shoulder, and then slowly pulled it out halfway, leaving the tip of the sword twisting in the flesh and blood of his shoulder.
The blade cut through muscles and bones, making a harsh, dull sound. Blood foam mixed with minced meat gushed down.
The young man's pale face was stained with a cluster of bright red blood. He stood on tiptoe and leaned close to Zhao Zuchang, a smile on his face, but there was not the slightest ripple in his eyes. "Do you still want to skin me?"
Zhao Zuchang let out a painful scream. "Help, help... Someone, brother, brother..."
Lu Hexu pulled out his long sword, and Zhao Zuchang's body slid down the door.
The young man stepped on his painfully twisted face with one foot and held his sword down with one hand.
A severed arm, a severed leg.
Blood flew everywhere, and flesh and blood were like foam.
Lu Hexu stood up straight, covered in blood, as if he had been soaked in blood.
He raised his hand and wiped his face, his fingertips covered in blood.
His pale lips were dyed red with blood, revealing a strange sense of gloom.
"Hang him up at the gate of the manor."
-
Su Zhenzhen slept very unsteadily. She was having a nightmare.
She thought she was still hiding in the stove. As soon as she heard footsteps outside, she thought it was Lu Hexu, so she stuck her head out. She didn't expect the person to be Zhao Zuchang.
She woke up with a scream of "Ah".
Opening her eyes, Mu Dan stood by the bed.
The young man seemed to have just finished bathing, and his hair was still wet.
He held a glazed lamp and stood there quietly, watching her lie there screaming.
Su Zhenzhen seemed to be able to smell a faint smell of blood in the air, but it was quickly dispersed by the smell of mugwort and mint hanging all over the room, becoming inconspicuous.
She panted heavily, the palpitations not yet fading away. Her tears flowed uncontrollably, and soon her whole face was covered in tears.
"I had a nightmare." Su Zhenzhen sat on the bed and looked up at him, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes into her temples.
Lu Hexu stood there, his gaze falling into her red and swollen almond eyes.
Finally, the quietly standing young man raised his hand, his cold fingers brushing past the soft corners of her eyes. They were already red and swollen from crying, and now that he had wiped them, they revealed a rotten red.
He said, "So delicate."
Su Zhenzhen, who had originally been crying quite suppressed and quietly, cried even harder.
She reached out and hugged him, crying uncontrollably.
[So scary, so scary, so scary, so scary...]
Lu Hexu had a headache from her noise.
He found it very annoying. She cried whether he coaxed her or not.
He lifted Su Zhenzhen's chin, his cold, thin lips pressing against hers. His voice was sticky, with a hint of comfort. "Okay, I'll kiss you. Don't cry."
The young man's lips revealed a strange coolness, slowly invading and stopping her crying.
Su Zhenzhen couldn't control her emotions, but as long as she let out a hint of crying, the young man's hand pressing on the back of her neck would become heavier, and the force of his lips pressing against hers would become deeper, until he completely swallowed her crying.
Unlike the previous shallow kisses, Lu Hexu pried open Su Zhenzhen's lips, which were stained with wet tears.
The salty tears that should have filled their mouths were only faintly warm to Lu Hexu.
His sense of taste hadn't recovered to be exactly the same as an ordinary person's; it was just a little better than before.
He licked the woman's soft cheeks. They were wet and very soft.
It wasn't the taste of Su Shan that he had imagined.
But it clearly looked so much like the white Su Shan with cream.
Why did it taste like nothing at all?
-
Su Zhenzhen hid in the small courtyard to recuperate.
On the one hand, she was afraid of retaliation from the Zhao family, and on the other hand, she was afraid of causing trouble for Mu Dan.
But her anxiety didn't affect Mu Dan at all.
The young man lay on the rocking chair, sleeping leisurely.
Su Zhenzhen squatted beside him and reached out to touch the back of his hand resting on the armrest.
[Are you asleep?]
[How can you sleep at your age?]
Lu Hexu opened his eyes, his pupils moving slightly, falling on Su Zhenzhen's face.
Su Zhenzhen immediately withdrew her hand. "I was just checking if you were awake."
The eunuchs came over to deliver late-night snacks.
Seeing Mu Dan lying on the rocking chair, the two immediately lowered their heads, standing far away in the courtyard to bow and greet him, acting extremely respectful.
Although these two eunuchs had been polite and flattering to Mu Dan before, this time Su Zhenzhen clearly noticed that they harbored a lot more dread and fear toward him.
Because she had stayed in the courtyard these past few days, Su Zhenzhen had no idea what had happened outside.
The two eunuchs placed the food box on the round table in the main room.
Su Zhenzhen walked over and handed them a small embroidered pouch.
She had previously discussed with them about bringing over more ice blocks. After they agreed, they settled on an extra tip of one tael of silver every month.
Normally, these two eunuchs would take it every time. But this time, a distinctly obvious look of terror appeared on their faces. They glanced in unison at Mu Dan lying over there, then waved their hands and said, Sister, you flatter us too much. We wouldn't dare, we wouldn't dare.
The eunuch forcefully pushed the pouch in Su Zhenzhen's hand back toward her, his mouth not resting either, If Sister has any orders, just say the word. We will definitely do our utmost.
Yes, yes, yes, the other eunuch nodded repeatedly.
The two backed out of the main room and saw Mu Dan lying there with his eyes half-open.
The young man was very slender, and his face was exceedingly beautiful, looking completely harmless.
Yet the two eunuchs seemed as if they had been frightened out of their wits. After trembling while bowing, they hurriedly ran off.
Su Zhenzhen frowned.
Something was wrong.
She walked over to Mu Dan and rested her chin on the back of the young man's hand.
Lu Hexu's hand rested on the armrest, and the woman's chin overlapped it.
He turned his head to look at her. Su Zhenzhen's slender eyelashes lowered, drooping like little fans, casting a faint layer of shadow over her pupils.
They covered her eyes.
Lu Hexu reached out his other hand, his fingertips brushing aside her thick eyelashes.
Su Zhenzhen's eyelashes fluttered. She directed her gaze upward, her eyes widening as she stared at him with misty pupils.
The young man was satisfied.
The next day, when the two eunuchs came to deliver lunch again, Su Zhenzhen called out to them.
Eunuchs.
Hello, Sister.
The two eunuchs immediately bowed respectfully to Su Zhenzhen and took out a jar of honey from the food box, saying, This is a token of our respect for you, Sister.
This had never happened before.
Thank you.
Su Zhenzhen smiled and accepted the honey, then sat down on a round stool.
Because of the fright she suffered a few days ago, her body was a bit weak and hadn't fully recovered yet.
Recently, she had been taking medicine she prescribed for herself.
Su Zhenzhen looked at the two eunuchs in front of her with a beaming smile.
They looked quite young.
Have a seat, I have something I want to ask you.
We are fine standing, Sister, please go ahead and ask. The two eunuchs immediately waved their hands.
Su Zhenzhen didn't force them.
Yesterday I noticed that you seemed... very afraid of Mu Dan?
Wei Heng had a gentle temperament, something known throughout the entire palace. The godsons he raised were also as lenient as he was. Therefore, the eunuchs mostly felt admiration and respect for Wei Heng and his godsons, rather than turning pale with fright like they did when they saw Mu Dan yesterday.
The two eunuchs looked at each other, and the skinnier one quietly raised his eyes to look at Su Zhenzhen.
Because she hadn't gone out recently, Su Zhenzhen was only wearing a simple and plain dress. Her hair wasn't combed up; she just had a thick braid resting on her shoulder, tied with a pink ribbon. Her simple and elegant attire, combined with her gentle and pure face and aura, made it very easy for people to feel goodwill and closeness toward her.
Does Sister not know yet?
As soon as the eunuch spoke, he was nudged by the elbow of the eunuch next to him.
Seeing their little movements, Su Zhenzhen smiled even more gently.
It's fine. If you don't tell me today, I'll go out for a stroll and eventually hear it from others.
Hearing Su Zhenzhen's words, the two eunuchs exchanged another glance.
Sister, actually everyone knows about it now. It's no longer a secret.
Do you know of the Zhao family?
The two eunuchs started chiming in one after another.
Su Zhenzhen couldn't help but take out a few melon seeds.
I heard that the second young master of the Zhao family was carved into a human stick and hung at the gates of his mansion. He was hung there for three whole days and still hadn't taken his last breath...
The blood flowed all over the ground, dyeing the entrance of the mansion red.
Su Zhenzhen couldn't eat her melon seeds anymore.
Goosebumps rose all over her body.
It wasn't out of pity for that bastard Zhao Zuchang, but merely because the image was too bloody and disturbing.
Do you know who did this? The eunuch who spoke looked carefully at Su Zhenzhen.
Su Zhenzhen's heart skipped a beat as the face of a beautiful, pure young man flashed through her mind.
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
It was Lord Mu Dan who led the Embroidered Uniform Guard to do it.
Ever since venting his anger at the Zhao mansion last time, Lu Hexu had been in a very cheerful mood.
Although he didn't know what others thought of his cheerful expression, Lu Hexu had never been one to care about others.
He carried a glazed lantern into the small courtyard.
Today, the small courtyard was much brighter than usual.
Lu Hexu pushed open the door and saw that several more lanterns had been hung under the eaves, making the entire courtyard appear much brighter.
Lu Hexu frowned, feeling it was a bit too bright.
But then he remembered how the delicate Su Zhenzhen always had nightmares at night, waking up in the middle of the night, seeing the pitch-black courtyard, and holding his hand to say she was scared.
Forget it, let it be bright.
The courtyard was filled with the bitter smell of herbal medicine. In the small kitchen, Su Zhenzhen was brewing medicine.
She sat on a small wooden stool, staring at the fire in the small stove.
A dark shadow suddenly fell behind her, and she instinctively turned around and looked up.
Su Zhenzhen opened her mouth, her voice sounding a bit dry, unlike the lively and joyful tone she used to have when she saw him before.
You're here. The woman's eyes flickered, and she lowered her head to avoid his gaze.
Lu Hexu frowned.
He didn't like her like this.
He liked it when she looked at him with those beautiful eyes, shining brightly and reflecting his image.
Lu Hexu took a step forward.
Su Zhenzhen suddenly stood up and said, I lost the waist tag you gave me last time.
Lu Hexu paused his steps, thought for a moment, and said, I'll bring you a new one tomorrow.
After he spoke, a silence fell over the small kitchen.
Su Zhenzhen quietly raised her eyes to look at him.
Catching the woman's gaze, Lu Hexu locked eyes with her. What is it?
Su Zhenzhen quickly looked away. Nothing, it's just a bit stifling staying in the courtyard all the time.
After extinguishing the fire in the small stove, Su Zhenzhen went out with Mu Dan.
The young man walked in front, his well-defined hand carrying the glazed lantern.
Su Zhenzhen had carried that glazed lantern before. It looked like a lightweight object, but it was actually quite heavy.
She knew the young man was very strong, even capable of breaking an iron lock with his bare hands.
Originally, Su Zhenzhen thought nothing of this, but when connected with the things she heard today, it made her scalp tingle.
Lu Hexu walked in front. When he lowered his eyes, he could see the woman's shadow drifting further and further away from him.
This was a lake, featuring a wooden bridge and corridor built over the water. Their pillars were deeply rooted beneath the surface, and palace lanterns hung under the eaves.
The surroundings were tranquil. Not far ahead was a water pavilion draped with sheer curtains on all sides.
A breeze blew across the water, carrying the fragrance of summer lotuses and the scent of the lake.
They were not the only two people here; a little further ahead, two palace maids were talking.
Although the maids were some distance away, the absolute quiet made their conversation clearly audible.
"Did you hear? Lord Wei Heng's adopted son, the one named Mu Dan, led the Embroidered Uniform Guards to chop off the limbs of Zhao Zuchang, the second young master of the Zhao family, turning him into a human swine and hanging him at the estate's gate."
"Heavens! How could such a refined gentleman like Lord Wei Heng take in an adopted son like that?"
"Don't you think this Mu Dan is just like that tyrant..."
"Shh, do you have a death wish? Is that someone you can casually gossip about?"
The young man had his back to Su Zhenzhen. She couldn't see his expression, but she felt a perverse, chilling aura seeping from Mu Dan's entire being.
Su Zhenzhen's heart suddenly skipped a beat, sensing that Mu Dan was displeased.
She subconsciously took two steps forward. She had intended to hold his hand but changed her mind at the last second, grabbing his sleeve instead.
"I... I'm tired of walking. I want to rest for a bit."
Lu Hexu, holding a lantern, turned slightly to look at her, half of his face hidden in the shadows.
He stared at the woman for a moment, then turned his gaze back toward the two palace maids.
Su Zhenzhen raised her eyes, meeting the young man's gaze.
She instinctively tugged his sleeve even tighter.
Feeling the pulling force from behind, Lu Hexu suppressed the irritation rising in his heart.
So troublesome.
"Mhm," the young man replied faintly.
Su Zhenzhen breathed a sigh of relief, lifting her skirt to sit down.
It was truly cool and refreshing here.
The surface of the lake was pitch-black, exuding a profound sense of stillness.
The scent of lotuses was thick. Su Zhenzhen guessed there must be a vast patch of lotus flowers nearby, but because the light from the palace lanterns reached such a small area, they were almost completely invisible from where she sat.
A figure sat down beside her.
Su Zhenzhen's body subconsciously stiffened.
She gathered her wits and reached out to rub the railing with her fingertips. The summer breeze lifted the ribbon tied to the ends of her hair.
Lu Hexu raised his hand, hooking the pink ribbon with his finger and giving it a gentle tug.
The pull caused Su Zhenzhen to tilt her head slightly, resting it against his shoulder.
Hmm?
[Scared.]
Scared?
Lu Hexu narrowed his eyes and reached out to lift her chin.
"Are you scared of me?"
Su Zhenzhen wanted to shake her head.
But she found that the young man's grip was incredibly strong; she couldn't even manage such a simple movement.
Therefore, she had no choice but to say, "I'm not scared."
[So scary so scary so pretty so pretty so scary so pretty...]
Lu Hexu's expression was icy cold, and the force of his fingers pinching the woman's jaw gradually deepened.
Su Zhenzhen felt a bit of pain, but she could understand exactly why Mu Dan was angry.
At this thought, she took a deep breath and grasped the young man's wrist.
Then, the moment he subconsciously relaxed, she rose from the wooden bench and pressed her lips against his.
Thank you thank you thank you
Eat it
