Qin Ren stood in the bridal chamber, feeling a little nervous. He took a deep breath, quietly psyching himself up. "I'm the strongest! Nothing can stop me! I'm invincible tonight!" With a grin on his face, he began to take in his surroundings.
The room was not extravagantly decorated, but it exuded a refined elegance. A bed adorned with fragrant silk drapes was placed against one wall, with a wardrobe beside it. A small table sat in front of the bed, and a round table with several wooden chairs stood in the middle of the room. On the table, there was a pot of wine, some light snacks, and fruit. The air was filled with a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Qin Ren walked over to the table, sat down, and poured himself a drink, savoring the rich, blood-red wine that had the warmth of a man's vitality, reminiscent of the redness of a woman's lips. He drank five cups in quick succession, using the alcohol to bolster his courage, feeling the warmth spreading through his body. As he drank, his mind wandered back to the "cloud-splitting and rain-turning" techniques his father had taught him.
Just as he was about to drink again, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "Are you planning to drink the whole night away?" came the voice of Miss Xiang Yue.
Hearing her voice, Qin Ren's breath caught in his chest. He lowered the cup he had lifted to his lips. Her voice was sweet but carried a coldness, like snow in the depths of winter—beautiful yet biting.
Qin Ren chuckled, deliberately teasing her. "If I don't drink, what else is there to do?"
Miss Xiang Yue responded with a mock scold, "You're a naughty one... Didn't you come here to do what you're here for?" Though her words seemed playful, there was an underlying coldness to her tone that Qin Ren couldn't ignore. It sounded more like a rehearsed line than genuine affection. But, he quickly reminded himself: I paid for this experience, and these women are trained to follow the money, not to form real attachments.
With that thought in mind, Qin Ren chuckled again and said, "A pair of jade arms, a thousand pillows; a touch of red lips, a thousand tastes." He delivered the lines with playful confidence.
Miss Xiang Yue giggled, a laugh that was more teasing than genuine amusement. "Sir, you're too mischievous. I'm not coming back to you..."
Qin Ren laughed heartily and walked over to the bed. As he lifted the silk drapes, his heart skipped a beat.
There, lying on the bed, was Miss Xiang Yue. She had removed her veil, revealing a face that could only be described as a dream. Her eyes, her nose, her lips—everything about her was breathtakingly beautiful, like a sweet dream one never wanted to wake from.
Her body, draped only in a sheer, almost ethereal fabric, shimmered in the candlelight, her flawless skin glimmering like jade. The light fabric barely covered her, and her graceful figure was illuminated in a way that was at once inviting and alluring. The faint scent of jasmine and her soft breaths filled the air.
Qin Ren, young and full of vitality, found himself overwhelmed by the sight. His body reacted instinctively, and he couldn't help but lean in, gently kissing her forehead.
Miss Xiang Yue looked up at him with eyes full of unspoken charm, but Qin Ren noticed the faint trace of detachment in her gaze. She softly spoke, "Sir, would you like to rest? Let me help you remove your clothing."
Qin Ren sat on the bed, relaxing and allowing her to assist him. He casually asked, "Miss Xiang Yue, what is your family name?"
Xiang Yue, who had been carefully removing his armor, paused for a moment, then with a soft smile replied, "My family name is Xiao."
"Xiao Xiang Yue..." Qin Ren murmured the name twice, and for some reason, it reminded him of the character Lin Daiyu from the famous novel Dream of the Red Chamber. Wasn't the place where Lin Daiyu lived called "Xiao Xiang Guan" (Xiao's Fragrant Hall)? It made him smile inwardly, thinking, I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this!
Moments later, Qin Ren was left in his underwear, while Miss Xiang Yue, with her delicate hands, seemed to deliberately graze his sensitive areas, igniting a fire within him. His body reacted strongly, and he felt his desire growing.
"Sir, you're such a bad man…" Miss Xiang Yue teased, her eyes glimmering with a mixture of playful and provocative intent. Qin Ren, still inexperienced, couldn't help but feel flustered but tried to mask his unease with a grin.
Despite his lack of experience, he was guided through the moment by her touch, and before long, he found himself fully engaged with her. The warmth and softness of her body overwhelmed him, and for a moment, he lost himself entirely in the sensations.
As they grew closer, he couldn't help but mutter, "In that spring, the peach blossoms bloomed..." The room filled with a sense of warmth and closeness, both literally and figuratively.