My Liege And I

Jealous

Chapter 8

Wei Li Lian
Imperial Concubine Wei

Li Lian moaned in appreciation, enjoying the light kisses dancing on her neck, the little soft bites and the warm breath that made her hairs stand. She stretched beneath the heavy weight on her and sighed, willing for the fogginess in her brain to vanish.

“What did I say when you left?” Yuwen Hong whispered, alcohol evident in his breath. However, he was not slurring to indicate any drunkenness.

Where was he coming from?

“Hmm? I was tired, so I figured I should rest.” He had told her she should come back after cleaning up that baby's mess.

“You do not like to listen to me, do you?” His fingers slid beneath the dress of her night wear, pushing it up to her hips.

“I am still a student when I am here than your concubine.”

“Said who?”

“Me.”

“Well, I object.” He grazed his fingers on her stomach, tickling her and she squinted her eyes closed, stifling a laugh. Ruo Xi was sleeping beside her and she did not know how many more juniors had retired for bed when she had dozed off.

“I dismiss the objection.”

His tongue circled her earlobe and wet the inside of her ear. “I reinforce it.”

“Stop licking me like a cat,” she pushed his head off her ear.

“I can lick more than this,” his voice carried humor.

Her face flushed with embarrassment. “Stop it.” Fully knowing that in the span of a second their conversation had gone south, back to the day he tried to have his head between her legs.

“You are still against it?”

If Ruo Xi was listening, would she know what they were talking about?

“Yes.”

“Why?” He asked like she was being silly.

“I think it is disgusting, unhygienic, and just unacceptable.”

He laughed at her, the sound echoing in the large room. He did not seem to care that people were sleeping, probably half of it due to alcohol, the other half due to his entitlement ego.

“You are making noise,” she rebuked.

“It could be you making noise, would you like it that way?”

Li Lian blushed, probably the color of a ripe tomato by now. She shook her head.

“Too bad. Because I want it that way anyway.”

They stared at each other in the darkness of the place, and it was there between them, not in their staring but in the air around them, the magical spell he cast on her. It swirled in the air, stealing her breath and making her ache for him. To be with him, to love him, to have a future and forever.

“Yuwen Hong,” she began.

He didn’t reply. He let the ticking seconds answer for him, his pensive glare never leaving her.

“You asked me the other time, how I felt about you.”

“I did.”

“I was confused then.”

“I remember.”

“Now I am not.”

He waited for her to go on.