Chapter 40: Threatening Letter
As he worked, Wang Li noticed the subtle changes in Xia Bingling’s demeanor. Her breath grew shallow, and her movements became more urgent, betraying the rising tide of desire coursing through her veins.
Deep within her mind, Xia Bingling struggled to maintain control. She knew she should resist, but the overwhelming sensations pulsing through her body left her powerless to resist.
With a sudden surge of boldness, Xia Bingling reached out to Wang Li, her hands trailing along his arm with a desperate hunger. “Wang Li,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I need you.”
Wang Li met her gaze with a mixture of surprise and restraint. “Madam Xia, we shouldn’t—” he began, but Xia Bingling silenced him with a passionate kiss, her lips meeting his with a fierce urgency.
Caught off guard by her boldness, Wang Li hesitated for a moment before surrendering to the intoxicating embrace. Their bodies pressed together, the heat of their desire fueling the flames of passion that consumed them both.
For hours, they lost themselves in the throes of passion, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust and longing. With each touch and caress, they surrendered to the primal urges driving them ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.
As the afternoon wore on, they explored every inch of each other’s bodies, indulging in a frenzy of desire that knew no bounds. With each new position and angle, they pushed the boundaries of pleasure, lost in the intoxicating haze of their shared passion.
In the hazy aftermath of their passion, Wang Li’s mind raced with conflicting emotions. Guilt warred with desire as he struggled to come to terms with what had transpired between them.
But even as he grappled with his conscience, a part of him couldn’t help but revel in the intoxicating thrill of their forbidden tryst.
As the night draped its velvety cloak over the Xia Family Manor, Wang Li quietly slipped out of Xia Bingling’s chamber, his mind buzzing with a mixture of triumph and apprehension. ‘Well, that was quite the performance,’ he thought to himself with a satisfied grin as he pocketed the Vision Recording Stone.
Leaving a letter for Xia Bingling, Wang Li ensured his message was clear: any further attempts on his life would result in the public release of their intimate encounter. With a smug sense of satisfaction, he imagined the chaos that would ensue if such scandalous footage were to see the light of day.
‘Let’s see how eager she is to cross me again,’ he mused, his lips curling into a villainous smirk as he glanced back at the sleeping form of Xia Bingling. Despite the gravity of his threat, a part of him couldn’t help but admire the woman’s allure.
Ensuring Xia Bingling was covered and comfortable, Wang Li quietly slipped out of her chamber, the weight of his actions heavy on his mind as he navigated the dimly lit corridors of the manor. But his musings were soon interrupted by the unexpected appearance of Xia Qingwu, her worried expression tugging at his heartstrings.
“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greeted her softly, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of affection and guilt. “Your mother is resting now. She’ll be fine.”
Relief flooded Xia Qingwu’s features, her gratitude palpable as she thanked him for his efforts. Little did she know the true extent of his involvement in her mother’s recovery.
“But what about the marriage?” she pressed, her brow furrowing with concern. “Will this convince Mother to stop pressuring me into marrying Ye Fan?”
Wang Li’s heart clenched at the mention of Ye Fan, his resolve hardening as he met Xia Qingwu’s gaze with unwavering determination. “You have nothing to worry about,” he reassured her, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. “Your mother will not force you into anything you don’t want.”
As Xia Qingwu’s expression softened with gratitude, Wang Li couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at his conscience.
As they made their way to Xia Qingwu’s chamber, the air between them crackled with anticipation, charged with the weight of unspoken desires and suppressed emotions. Wang Li couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at his conscience, but the sight of Xia Qingwu’s flushed cheeks and hesitant smile stirred something primal within him.
“Qingwu,” he breathed, his voice thick with unshed emotions.
“Li,” she replied, stepping closer. Her eyes, usually so bright with determination, held a flicker of uncertainty that made his heart clench. Yet, even in that hesitation, there was a longing he couldn’t ignore.
They walked into her chamber together, the soft glow of candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. The air grew warm, thick with unspoken feelings.
“I missed you,” Xia Qingwu confessed, her voice a mere whisper. Her hand trembled as she reached out, brushing against his sleeve.
Wang Li’s breath hitched. “I missed you too,” he murmured, his voice husky with a longing he hadn’t even realized he held. He cupped her face in his hands, his touch a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. “More than words can say.”
Their gazes locked, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only her, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, and the fierce desire that burned in them both.
Then, with a sigh that escaped his lips like a burst dam, Wang Li leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss filled with the hunger of their separation, the pent-up passion of countless nights spent longing for each other. It was a kiss that ignited a firestorm in their hearts, threatening to consume them in its heat.
“Li,” Xia Qingwu gasped against his mouth, her voice laced with a desperate need. Her hands fumbled with his robes, the urgency in her touch sending shivers down his spine.
He felt a surge of heat shoot through him, fueled by the intoxicating scent of her hair and the press of her body against his. With trembling hands, he returned her passionate kiss, exploring her mouth with a hunger bordering on desperation. His hands roamed her body, seeking out the familiar curves that sent his senses reeling.
“Let’s get out of these robes,” he mumbled, his voice thick with desire.
Xia Qingwu chuckled, a sound both breathless and playful. “Finally caught up, haven’t you?” she teased, her fingers already working on the buttons of his shirt.
Their clothes came off in a flurry, a desperate race to feel each other’s skin against skin. As their bare bodies met, it was like a homecoming, a rediscovery of a connection that went deeper than cultivation or even survival. They clung to each other, whispering endearments and promises that transcended words.
“Qingwu,” Wang Li murmured, his voice husky against her ear.
They tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and unspoken desires. Each touch was an electric jolt, each kiss a promise whispered in the darkness. They explored each other with a newfound urgency, rediscovering the intricate map of each other’s bodies that had been etched in their hearts during their long separation.
“Here,” Xia Qingwu gasped, her voice high-pitched with a mix of pleasure and surprise as his touch found a particularly sensitive spot. “There! Oh, Li…”
He responded with a low groan, his own pleasure building with each gasp and whimper that escaped her lips. He wanted to memorize every sound, every reaction, to etch them into his soul for the lonely nights to come.
“Qingwu,” he whispered again, his voice thick with a desperate need. “Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.”
She moved beneath him, her body a symphony of curves that fit perfectly against his. Every thrust, every caress, was a testament to the love and longing that had simmered beneath the surface for so long. He poured his heart and soul into their union, determined to make every moment count.
Xia Qingwu met his every thrust with a counterpoint of her own, their movements a dance of passion and trust. She cried out his name, her voice a sweet melody that mingled with the sounds of their labored breaths.
The chamber walls seemed to pulsate with their shared energy, the soundproof arrays muffling their passionate noises but doing little to contain the intensity of their emotions.
Wang Li responded eagerly to her every whimper and gasp, his movements fueled by a primal instinct that drove him to seek out her deepest desires and fulfill them with unerring precision. With each thrust, each kiss, he poured his love and longing into their passionate union, losing himself in the intoxicating heat of their embrace.
As the night wore on, their passion burned brighter with each passing moment, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced on the precipice of ecstasy. In the darkness of Xia Qingwu’s chamber, they found solace in each other’s arms, their love transcending the boundaries of time and space.
And as the first light of dawn illuminated the room, they lay entwined in a state of blissful contentment, their bodies spent but their hearts overflowing with love.
