Have a Soft Spot for Her — Chapter 14. Tongue

Pei Qing was stunned by his casual yet outrageous command. She looked up in disbelief. "W-What?"

Xiao Yuan’s gaze remained fixed on her soft, red lips as he repeated in a hoarse voice, "Just like before."

The room was filled with the scent of wine, the silence broken only by the man’s heavy breathing and the woman’s quiet sobs.

Pei Qing hadn’t come from a prestigious background. Before her marriage, she was neglected by her family and suffered many hardships. She had endured insults, false accusations, and even physical punishment.

Her mother had died young, her father was biased, and her stepmother was cruel, yet Pei Qing had never cried. She knew there were still a few people who cared for her—her sister Pei Wan was one, and Xiao Yuan, once, had been another.

But now, all she saw in his eyes was mockery and humiliation. Hot tears streamed down her face, but they elicited no pity, no mercy.

All she heard was his impatient command: "Chu Li, bring that bastard from Xuyang Palace here!"

Outside the door, Chu Li, who thought his duties for the night were over, was suddenly startled by the shout. He quickly responded, "Y-Yes, Your Highness!"

"No!" Pei Qing’s voice, choked with sobs, rang out from inside, causing Chu Li to pause. Was the Empress crying?

He pressed his ear against the door to listen. Inside, Pei Qing was saying, "Your Highness was just joking; there’s no need to trouble the commander."

Chu Li waited for a moment, and when there was no further movement, he figured he didn’t need to go to Xuyang Palace. Leaning on his sword outside the door, he mused that he’d have to talk to the prince tomorrow. Calling the young prince a bastard was bound to cause trouble.

Inside, Xiao Yuan was toying with a strand of Pei Qing’s hair, watching as she, with tears still clinging to her cheeks, reluctantly wrapped her delicate hands around him.

He hissed through his teeth, his lower abdomen tightening at the touch of her cool hands. Despite the situation, there was a strange comfort in her touch.

Pei Qing’s heart trembled at the warmth in her palms, feeling the pulse of the veins beneath her fingers. Her hands could barely grasp him as she closed her eyes and parted her lips slightly, just as she had before, letting her tongue dart out.

Xiao Yuan’s throat tightened, a shiver of pleasure spreading through his body. But unlike him, Pei Qing’s face showed nothing but shame and discomfort.

She pulled back after just one touch, hesitating to continue.

Sensing the familiar anger rising within him, Pei Qing quickly lowered her head again. Xiao Yuan’s eyes darkened as he slid his hand through her hair, gripping the back of her head firmly, giving her no chance to pull away.

"Mmm—" Pei Qing gasped as he pressed down on her, rendering her speechless as a wave of shock and suffocation overwhelmed her.

In that moment, Xiao Yuan was overcome by an intense, all-consuming pleasure. Instinctively, he moved slightly.

The terrifying invasion and suffocation filled Pei Qing with fear. She pushed against his thigh, trying to pull away, but her efforts were in vain. Instead, her struggle and the movement of her head only heightened his nearly uncontrollable pleasure.

Xiao Yuan was tempted to go even further, but then he met Pei Qing’s tear-filled, terrified eyes. He paused.

Some women seemed destined to undo men. Even in such a disheveled, pitiful state, doing something so degrading and seductive, her eyes remained pure, vibrant, and filled with tears that softened his resolve.

He loosened his grip on the back of her head and pulled back slightly.

With rare patience, Xiao Yuan spoke, "Move your tongue—don’t bite. From the base to the tip, don’t just hold it in your mouth."

He let go of her completely and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. "If you do this well, I won’t have to take over. Empress, this is the last bit of courtesy I’m offering."

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Author’s Note:

This chapter has also been heavily edited, haha. 

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