L'histoire destructrice de mari d'une impitoyable médecin légiste

Chapitre 151

Prince Anle glanced at Zi Jin suspiciously, then imitated Zi Jin and took a small sip.

"Right...it's bitter, isn't it...both bitter and astringent..." Zi Jin asked, staring at Prince Anle.

"Hmm, a little astringent but not bitter," Prince Anle replied softly, looking at Zi Jin's profile.

Zi Jin tilted her head and leaned close to Anle Wang's face, as if wondering whether his words were true or false: "It's clearly... bitter... isn't it the same? Try... mine." She picked up the wine pot in her hand and poured it into Anle Wang's mouth.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough...cough!" Caught off guard, Prince Anle swallowed several large mouthfuls of the liquid. "You mute! Are you trying to die?!"

"Hehe...no...I wouldn't dare..." Zi Jin felt a great sense of pleasure watching Anle Wang's discomfiture, and her bright smile was undisguised. She picked up the wine pot and took another sip: "Bitter...not bitter?"

When Prince Anle saw her smiling like a kitten that had just stolen some cream, his anger instantly dissipated. He imitated Zi Jin's mannerisms, took several gulps from the wine jug, and shook the half-empty jug in his hand: "Not bitter... sweet."

Zi Jin stared at Prince Anle as if trying to determine whether his words were true or false. Gradually, her hazy, drunken eyes became even more moist, her dreamy gaze filled with longing: Xiao Bai... Xiao Bai... Xiao Bai can't distinguish... bitterness and sweetness... Xiao Bai... doesn't know who's good and who's bad... I've always bullied him... but he... but he thinks he's very, very good... But why... have I always bullied him? ...Why... always bullied him?

A blush gradually crept onto Prince Anle's fair face. Looking at Zi Jin's lost expression, he too was momentarily stunned. In the more than half a year since they last met, she was much fairer than before, and though she used to be much shorter than him, she was now taller than his earlobes. It seemed as if she had made up for all the physical growth she had missed in the past six months. However, her dark eyes seemed to hold something more, yet also possessed an unusual clarity and transparency, adding a touch of allure and enchantment to her gaze. Now, in her drunken state, she seemed even more vulnerable and willful, making her even more endearing than before.

“Little Mute…” As Zi Jin’s face drew closer, Prince Anle suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at the person before him.

"Are you calling me Xiao Zi?... Xiao Zi, Xiao Zi... Xiao Bai... Is it really Xiao Bai?..." Zi Jin reached out and touched An Le Wang's face again and again, her eyes full of joy.

Unresolved emotions and inescapable demonic obstacles; karmic retribution—when will we meet again? Parting leaves fall in the wind, the zither strings break. (Part Three)

Farewell to the Fallen Leaves and the Broken Strings (Part 3) "Little Purple?..." Prince Anle stared blankly at Zi Jin, his narrow eyes filled with a hazy, watery light. Her hands were so soft... so comfortable... How long... how long has it been since anyone touched his face?

“Hmm… It’s me… It’s me… Xiaobai, you’re back… I thought… I thought you wouldn’t come back… I thought you would never come again… Don’t you want me anymore?… Don’t you want me anymore?” Zi Jin hugged Prince Anle, tears streaming down her face.

Holding her soft body in his arms, the Prince of Anle's fair face flushed crimson, his eyes shimmering with tenderness. He slowly reached out and gently encircled the person in his arms, soothing her sorrow. He sighed contentedly and closed his eyes tightly: "I don't want to think about anything anymore... As long as she's here... I don't want to think about anything else."

Zi Jin's emotions were gradually calmed down by Prince Anle, and she nestled obediently in his arms like a cat. The charcoal stove in the room had gone out because no one was tending to it. The temperature in the room gradually dropped, and Zi Jin felt a little cold. Her hand unconsciously reached into Prince Anle's clothes, but what she touched was even colder than her own hand.

Zi Jin sat up, puzzled, and looked at Prince Anle with her head tilted. After thinking for a long time, she said with a hint of grievance, "It's hot... but my body is cold... and the ground is cold... but... I'm cold."

When Zi Jin sat up, Prince Anle had already opened his eyes. His eyes were misty and he looked at Zi Jin with confusion. When he heard Zi Jin's aggrieved words, he smiled indulgently: "Not cold...not cold..." After saying that, he picked up Zi Jin and swayed towards the bed.

Zi Jin smiled mischievously, kicked off her shoes, and wrapped her arms around Prince Anle's neck: "You served me... while I changed... didn't you learn...?"

King Anle's eyes, shimmering with light and shadow, gazed at Zi Jin: "Alright... whatever you say... then it is..." He carefully placed Zi Jin on the bed and clumsily unbuttoned the buttons on her clothes.

Zi Jin's shoulders trembled slightly; she wanted to laugh but was afraid of hurting the person in front of her. She didn't know how much time had passed, but Zi Jin felt she was about to fall asleep when a sudden gust of cold wind swept over her, causing her to shiver violently, her sleepiness instantly vanishing.

Seeing that Zi Jin was shivering from the cold, Prince Anle quickly pulled the quilt over her and covered her with it. He then lay down beside her, holding her in his arms, and said softly, "Sleep..."

Zi Jin raised her eyes and gazed at the sleeping face of the Prince of Anle, but dared not actually close her eyes.

Looking at Zi Jin's foolish appearance, King Anle couldn't help but feel a tenderness in his heart, and a smile spread across his face. His lips curled up slightly, and his eyes shone brightly.

As if bewitched, Zi Jin froze, captivated by that flawless smile. She leaned closer, her tongue tentatively darting out to lightly lick Prince Anle's lips. Prince Anle stiffened, embracing Zi Jin helplessly, unsure how to respond… and unable to respond at all.

The person before her was still as inexperienced as before, but he didn't reject her. As if encouraged, Zi Jin's hands slid unhindered into his thin undergarment, soothing his bewilderment. No longer satisfied with this playful exchange between lips and teeth, Zi Jin's tongue forcefully tried to pry open his tightly closed lips, attempting to lick them several times, but failing to open them.

King Anle couldn't help but tremble, so nervous he didn't know why, and could only clench his teeth tightly.

Zi Jin breathed slightly, raising her eyes to gaze intently into his misty eyes: "Don't be afraid... it's me..." She gently patted his body, then leaned in and pressed her lips against his again.

Anle Wang's shimmering eyes narrowed slightly, and he unconsciously opened his lips, cautiously probing out his tongue as if imitating Zi Jin. However, he was tightly entwined by Zi Jin's tongue, unable to escape, and could only endure it...

Zi Jin tried her best to please the person she was pressing down on, sometimes carefully and sweetly licking his gums, sometimes lingering around his tongue and lips, and sometimes provocatively probing deeper: Xiao Bai... my Xiao Bai... Xiao Bai...

Their relentless entanglement and passionate embrace had left them barely clothed, their undergarments already mostly removed. Zi Jin's lips brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine, before slowly moving down to gently lick his chest. A strange pleasure rose from the depths of his heart, waves of heat gathering in his lower abdomen.

This was a pleasure he had never experienced before. He felt as if he was about to explode, yet also as if he was suffocating. Waves of inexplicable sensations concentrated in his lower abdomen, making him both expectant and terrified.

Zi Jin quietly reached out her hand, only to touch a hard scab. Her watery eyes filled with even more doubt. Without hesitation, she stood up and abruptly ripped open his underpants.

"No!" King Anle's body stiffened abruptly. It was too late to cover himself. His heart was filled with fear, and the inexplicable pleasure was instantly dispelled by the shock.

A hideous scar ran from her lower abdomen down to her soft, pink... and all the way to her thigh. Zi Jin felt a pang of pain in her heart. Just by looking at the scar, she knew how ruthless the person had been: Who could bear to treat you like this?

King Anle closed his eyes, trembling, and no longer tried to hide that place that could not be seen by others.

Zi Jin tenderly stroked the scar, gently soothing him: "Does it still hurt... Don't be afraid... It's me... Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid..." She leaned in and kissed his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes, licking away the tears clinging to his eyelashes. Her lips slowly brushed against his skin, tracing his lips delicately, then slowly moved to his earlobe, tenderly licking it, gently blowing warm breath on it. Her hand also moved down the scar until it reached his soft... Her fingertips gently caressed it, her lips softly sucking on the sensitive area behind his ear, causing him to tremble.

"Mmm..." The deep affection and heartache that filled him seeped into the heart of King Anle with those delicate kisses. That inexplicable pleasure once again assaulted his entire body, reaching straight to his heart, and soft moans escaped from King Anle's nostrils.

A hint of joy flickered in Zi Jin's drunken, hazy eyes, and a simple, innocent smile appeared on her lips. Back then, Xiao Bai had rejected her more than once, and each time she thought about it, she felt a deep shame and resentment. So… he hadn't really rejected her… he just had a heart condition… But something still seemed off… something was off…

Those delicate, fleeting kisses and those awkward, inexperienced movements stirred the deepest desires within King Anle's heart. He arched his back, trying to meet her soft hands, a strange pleasure seemingly bubbling up, yearning for release.

"Uh...uh...uh..." King Anle's breathing gradually became heavier, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, his narrow eyes were no longer clear, filled with desire dominated by passion, and his soft moans intensified with the increasingly fast speed of his hands.

The soft flesh in her hand gradually hardened, and Zi Jin's smile deepened as she increased the speed of her movements. How could an untouched body withstand such stimulation? The moans grew louder, and Zi Jin's hand suddenly tightened. Anle Wang's body instantly tensed like a fully drawn bow, shuddered violently, and then went limp, trembling slightly.

In a daze, Zi Jin casually wiped her hands on the sheets, then gently patted and soothed the still trembling body of the Prince of Anle with tenderness: Xiao Bai... Xiao Bai... my Xiao Bai...

Prince Anle nestled against Zi Jin's shoulder, panting heavily, his heart overflowing with warmth and ecstasy… His body, never having experienced such intimacy before, flushed a faint pink. Quack doctor… quack doctor… they actually frightened him like that… Jin'er… Jin'er… my little mute…

Anle Wang's hazy pupils rippled with joy, overflowing with love. He slowly raised his head, gazing at the person sleeping soundly beneath him, then lowered his head and gently kissed her lips and her still flushed cheeks: "I'll spare you for now..." He reached for the cotton pillow, but felt a sharp pain in his hand. He threw the pillow aside and saw a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing.

Blood flowed from the wound, but Prince Anle paid it no heed. He gazed at Zi Jin's sleeping face, the pain in his heart overwhelming him. He stroked her face with his uninjured hand: "What...what kind of fear...made you unable to sleep peacefully...Are you afraid? ...So afraid? ...My little mute...how much pain will you make my heart ache...before you're satisfied...before you're satisfied...you no longer believe me...is that it? ...Is that it? ...Is that it? ...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Prince Anle placed the dagger back where it was, ignoring the wounds on his hands, and pulled Zi Jin into his arms, patting her gently. He realized that holding her in his arms... holding her in his arms was so fulfilling... he realized he didn't want much after all...

The moon hung like a hook, yet within the red silk curtains lay a warmth that transcended the mundane world…