Chapter 702: Chapter 696-697: Song Min and Xiao Ya

Song Min was a bit startled, but then, magically, she didn’t resist at all, allowing Chen Mo to proceed. Even when her wedding dress was taken off, she just shivered slightly, remaining motionless.

Soon, an experience she had never felt before gradually spread throughout her body.

...

In the long night, the lights in Song Min’s courtyard flickered on and off, intertwining with the sound of the pipa and whispers that seemed to cry and lament.

In contrast to the sweetness of the wedding chamber, Nalan Yiren, busy concocting poison in the adjacent courtyard, was startled by the sudden sound of the pipa, causing her to drop a porcelain bottle.

Nalan Yiren frowned. Who is playing the pipa at such a late hour? Isn’t this a disturbance? And more importantly, it sounds like random playing rather than a complete melody.

She picked up the half-face mask from the desk, put it on, and stepped out of the room to see what was happening.

Upon discovering the culprit, Nalan Yiren furrowed her brows; she seemed unfamiliar with the person.

However, besides her, it appeared that all the women in the back courtyard belonged to that person, so she said nothing more and returned to her room, hoping it would soon end.

...

In Song Min’s boudoir, there was a faint unusual fragrance, with sounds of breathing that came in waves, but if listened to carefully, one could tell the breathing came from only one person.

Song Min lay weakly on her side on the pillow, her face buried in Chen Mo’s embrace, uncovered by a quilt. Her fair, delicate body bore many red marks, and her arm covered her chest. Her clenched fist still grasped a handkerchief stained with red plum blossoms, eyes red from having cried dry tears.

Chen Mo held Song Min, and he softly consoled her, "Silly girl, was it necessary?"

She had been crying since the competition started and hadn’t stopped until it ended. Chen Mo had wanted to call it off during the competition, but Song Min stubbornly wanted to finish it, leaving no regrets.

The result was that she was now sore all over, without the strength to speak.

With tears in her eyes, Song Min said, "But I feel so happy."

"Silly girl." Chen Mo kissed her forehead, gently tidied the hair sticking to her forehead and face, then hugged her closer, whispering, "You look tired, get some rest."

"Mm."

Song Min also clung tightly to Chen Mo, knowing full well he still had to go to Xiao Ya, but she couldn’t bring herself to let Chen Mo leave, driven by her selfish desires.

Late into the night, after Song Min fell asleep, Chen Mo carefully removed her hand from around his waist, got off the bed, put on his robe, and quietly left Song Min’s room.

Outside, hearing the pipa sound that hadn’t stopped, Chen Mo frowned. From the direction of the sound, he determined it was coming from Yang Qingqing’s courtyard.

This reminded him of what Xiaolu and the others had told him.

But for now, he needed to go to Xiao Ya’s room, so he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

...

In Xiao Ya’s chamber.

Xiao Ya was wearing a green dress; she preferred the contrast of red men and green women. Holding a round fan in her hand, at this moment, her beautiful face like a lotus emerging from water was filled with anxiety and tension, the handle of the fan she gripped warped slightly out of shape.

"Brother Mo... Why isn’t he here yet?" Xiao Ya feared something might have delayed Chen Mo.

Fortunately, at this time, footsteps were heard outside.

Recognizing the familiar footsteps, Xiao Ya felt her anxious heart settle a little.

Then, as the door opened, a tall figure walked in, and seeing the one she had been longing for, Xiao Ya finally relaxed completely.

She hastily covered her face with the round fan, and as Chen Mo approached and affectionately called her "Xiaoya,"

she slowly put down the fan, revealing a youthful and beautiful face that resembled Xiao Yunxi by three points. She gently called, "Brother Mo."

Chen Mo glanced around, noting the lack of items like those in Song Min’s room, and sat beside her with a light laugh, "Still calling me Brother Mo?"

"Hu... Husband." Xiao Ya’s beautiful face, shy like a closed moon and embarrassed flower, turned bright red as blood. After saying this, she bashfully lowered her head, saying no more.

Chen Mo held Xiao Ya’s small hand, whispering, "Xiaoya, you look so beautiful tonight."

Among the women in the backyard, the Xia Zhiqing sisters’ beauty was unparalleled, even Wu Mi slightly paled in comparison. Yet Xiao Ya, at this moment, could compete with the Xia Zhiqing sisters.

Xiao Ya softly responded with an "Mm," saying, "As long as Husband likes it."

Chen Mo was quite accustomed to this, pulling the slender girl closer, "Xiaoya, it’s getting late, let’s rest."

"Husband, I... I’ll help you with your clothes." Xiao Ya said, blushing, as she looked at Chen Mo’s waistband, stretching out her hand to untie it.

Chen Mo stood in front of her, spreading his arms.

Being accustomed to being served, he didn’t stand on ceremony.

After helping Chen Mo with his clothes, Xiao Ya also rose to undress herself, but at this moment, Chen Mo said, "Xiaoya, let me do it."

With that, Chen Mo began to undress Xiao Ya’s green skirt without waiting for a response,

revealing a rather sexy sleeveless white short dress underneath.

The thin straps delicately hung on her shoulders, revealing crystal-clear, smooth shoulders and slender collarbones. The hem only reached an inch above the knees. Most crucially, this sleeveless short white dress was somewhat transparent in material, faintly revealing the skin underneath, appearing both pure and seductive.

Clearly, this outfit was from the Yimei Clothing Shop.

Xiao Ya was the only one who listened to what Chen Mo had said before.

Feeling the burning gaze directed at her, Xiao Ya had already turned her head, yet she still felt nervous and shy, "Does it... look good? Other clothes were too revealing; only this one seemed better."

"Gulp..."

Xiao Ya heard Chen Mo swallow, feeling her whole body tremble.

Xiao Ya’s appearance and temperament were classically graceful and beautiful, with the soft charm of a Jiangnan woman. Paired with this sexy and charming short dress, it was like a spark landing on dry tinder.

The flame inside Chen Mo’s heart was already blazing fiercely.

Xiao Ya’s current attire was perfectly fitting; wearing a bikini wouldn’t have been as sexy.

Chen Mo said nothing, but his actions were undoubtedly the best response.

He embraced Xiao Ya and fell onto the couch, holding her shoulders, he looked at the girl and eagerly kissed her.

The girl responded clumsily.

When she felt the dress being lifted, the girl lowered her head, her eyes occasionally glancing downward. Soon, her heart trembled violently, and a picture formed in her mind, bringing a touch of fear.

This was bound to be...

Chen Mo lifted Xiao Ya’s chin, making her look into his eyes, then placed his hand on her cheek, gently saying, "Xiaoya, from now on, we’re a loving couple."

With that, he embraced Xiao Ya tightly.

Xiao Ya softly replied, "Mm," her red lips tightly bitten, her brows knitted tightly, as if her soul were trying to escape from her fragile body. Two crystalline tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and Chen Mo’s back at this moment bore several scratches. The Innate Spiritual Qi, on the verge of release, quickly receded again.

Chen Mo wiped the sweat from Xiao Ya’s forehead, leaning to her tightly bitten lips, whispered, "Xiaoya, how are you?"

"I’m okay."

This response from Xiao Ya was a display of strength; she was like a mountain about to crack.

Chen Mo could sense it, so he lightly held her, changing the subject, "Xiaoya, let me tell you a joke."

Without asking if she wanted to hear it, he began telling the joke: "A girl about to marry was terrified of marital affairs. She cried to her sister-in-law, asking who invented the marital rites. The sister-in-law said: ’Duke Zhou.’

The girl cursed Duke Zhou roundly. After a month of marriage, she returned home and asked her sister-in-law, ’Where is Duke Zhou?’

The sister-in-law said he was an ancient figure; why look for him? The girl said, ’I want to make him a pair of shoes to thank him.’"