Chapter 32: Sharing The Sweetness

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Suddenly witnessing such a scene, especially with her own sister-in-law, Young Master Meng felt extreme embarrassment. She deeply regretted believing Rong Xiaoyu's nonsense. If she had known, she would have chosen to knock out Ling Xixi directly, avoiding the current situation of hiding in the wardrobe with the Princess to witness the scene.

Seeing the Princess still enjoying the view, Young Master Meng quickly covered her eyes and leaned close to her ear, whispering softly, "Do not watch what should not be seen."

Unable to see, the warmth near her ears felt particularly intense. Combined with the muffled moans from outside the wardrobe, it stirred up a fiery sensation in Li Qiubai's heart.

Trembling slightly, Li Qiubai made an effort to calm herself down. She then reached out, removing Young Master Meng's hand covering her eyes, and despite any resistance, continued to peer through the hollow space of the wardrobe.

At this moment, the sheer veil draped over Rong Xiaoyu's body had already been discarded by Ling Xixi, leaving only her intimate undergarments clinging to her figure.

Before even climbing onto the bed, Ling Xixi pressed Rong Xiaoyu against the edge of the table, leaning over her, their lips meeting once again in an impassioned kiss.

Just a fleeting glance was enough to make Young Master Meng feel too embarrassed to continue watching. She quickly averted her gaze and glanced at the Princess' profile beside her in the dim light.

Unfortunately, the Princess was too engrossed to notice the melancholic gaze of Young Master Meng. Her eyes remained fixed on the hands of Rong Xiaoyu as they caressed Ling Xixi's back.

Outside the wardrobe, clothes lay strewn across the floor, accompanied by the laughter of the women.

Even Young Master Meng, who had been trying to maintain her composure, couldn't help but be affected by the sounds echoing outside.

"Your Highness..."

Seeing that the Princess still refused to turn away, Young Master Meng reluctantly reached out and gently turned Li Qiubai's head back towards her, leaning closer once again. In a troubled tone, she whispered, "Please stop looking, okay?"

Finally, the Princess glanced back at Young Master Meng. At this moment, they were just inches apart. In the confined space of the wardrobe, the sound of their breaths resonated clearly in each other's ears.

Young Master Meng's erratic breathing and pounding heartbeats were all too audible to the Princess.

A deeper smile tugged at the corners of Li Qiubai's lips. This unexpected opportunity, if not seized properly, would be too regrettable to miss.

So, Li Qiubai took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Young Master Meng's waist, pulling her closer. Meeting Young Master Meng's gaze, she whispered back, "Why do you not want me to look?"

Young Master Meng felt troubled. How could she answer such a question? After all, the person in front of her was still her sister-in-law, and there were things she couldn't straightforwardly express, making it difficult for Young Master Meng to speak.

After a moment of hesitation, Young Master Meng reluctantly replied, "Well... it is better to see less of this kind of thing, so you do not... feel uncomfortable later..."

“Mm, now that you mention it, it does make sense."

Once again, the Princess leaned in closer to Young Master Meng. As they pressed tightly against each other, she pretended to be distressed, biting her lip and saying, "But it seems like it is too late now. I feel hot all over, uncomfortable... What should I do?"

Feeling even hotter from the close contact with the Princess, Young Master Meng blushed and firmly held the Princess' shoulders to prevent any further movement. She continued, "If you do not look at them, you will not be affected..."

"Is that so?" Li Qiubai slightly struggled but then reached up to gently stroke the nape of Young Master Meng's neck, under her collar, murmuring, "Are you feeling as hot as I am all over?"

"No, no, I do not feel hot... Not at all..."

Meng Chang'an trembled and quickly grasped the hand that the Princess had left on her neck. Carefully, she took a step back and leaned against the inner wall of the wardrobe, making sure to move gently.

With a bit of distance from the Princess, Young Master Meng was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Little did she expect that before she could even take a few breaths of fresh air, the Princess would once again step closer, pressing against her. Resting her chin on Young Master Meng's shoulder, she whispered into her ear, "But even if I do not look, it is still no use. I still feel so hot. And they are making so much noise, it is hard not to hear."

Just when Young Master Meng thought she had finally been isolated from the laughter outside, it once again invaded her ears at the reminder of the Princess.

"Ling Xixi... Hurry up! Stop dawdling..."

The voice carried a hint of pleading, almost on the verge of tears, yet with a touch of endless joy.

The sound of those cries stirred Meng Chang'an, making her breathing even more rapid.

But the Princess wasn't ready to let her off easily. She once again reached out and touched Young Master Meng's flushed cheek. Then, the Princess spoke softly, "You say you are not hot, but your face is clearly burning up."

Caught off guard by the Princess’ straightforwardness, Meng Chang'an felt embarrassed. Before she could come up with an excuse, the Princess leaned in close to her ear and whispered gently, “Be honest, do you feel hot like I do?"

As the seductive voice reached her ear, Meng Chang'an felt her mind becoming increasingly agitated. The warm breath brushed against her ear and neck intermittently.

Mixed with the increasingly loud sounds from outside the wardrobe, Meng Chang'an felt as if she were in the midst of intense heat and turmoil, making it unbearable.

"Chang'an? Why are you not saying anything?"

The Princess' every word was accompanied by warm breaths that fluttered against Meng Chang'an's ear, stirring her heart with each unusual sensation.

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Clearing her throat, Meng Chang'an tightened her grip on the Princess' shoulder and pressed her head away from her ear, placing it on her shoulder instead. She whispered softly by the Princess’ ear, pleading, "Please, Your Highness, stop making trouble."

Seeing Meng Chang'an pleading like this, the Princess couldn't bear to tease her any longer. "I have not made trouble yet," she lightly hummed. After that, the Princess didn't continue any more outrageous actions. Instead, she leaned against Meng Chang'an's shoulder, embracing her quietly in the wardrobe, listening to the sounds outside.

After the loud voices subsided, there was a temporary calmness outside the wardrobe. Just as Meng Chang'an started to relax, she heard Rong Xiaoyu lazily speak up, "What kind of incense are you burning? It seems to be getting stronger and stronger."

The next voice that rang out was Ling Xixi's meaningful remark: "This fragrance can transport you to a fairyland."

As they were both from the world of worldly affairs, Rong Xiaoyu immediately understood what Ling Xixi was burning.

"Without it, you can still take me to the ninth heaven," Rong Xiaoyu said with a smirk. Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she bit down on Ling Xixi's neck, teasingly grazing her skin with her teeth, and asked with a hint of annoyance, "Is this fragrance originally meant for that lady?"

Hearing this, Meng Chang'an's arm tightened suddenly.

If that were true, then if she had arrived a step later, wouldn't it be the Princess, singing and dancing with Ling Xixi?

At the thought, Meng Chang'an couldn't help but hold the Princess tighter, and silently cursed Ling Xixi in her heart.

However, even with Rong Xiaoyu biting her like this, Ling Xixi didn't give a direct answer. Instead, she retaliated and teased Rong Xiaoyu back.

"The ninth heaven? Look at you, you still have the energy to talk. I think you've only reached the first heaven." 

The two by the table took a brief rest before rolling on the bed again.

"Alright, Ling Xixi, now you are good at hiding things from me! Tonight, let us compete and see who can take the other to the ninth heaven!"

Young Master Meng couldn't help but swallow hard again.

If the previous cries could only be considered as reaching the first heaven, how much longer would it take for them to reach the ninth?

Despite hearing those words of tigers and wolves, the Princess remained calm, still smiling as she lay on the Young Master's shoulder, facing her, and asked, “Tell me, do you think playing around like that, could really feel like entering fairyland?"

“That... How would I know..."

The whispers in the wardrobe could not reach the ears of the two people who were making noisy gongs and drums above the bed, but their various voices could clearly reach the ears of the two people in the wardrobe.

The waves became stronger and stronger, and finally, the two people in the wardrobe floated up.

Initially, the Princess managed to restrain herself from making advances towards Young Master Meng and relied on her strong will. But now, on the journey to the ninth heaven with the two courtesans, accompanied by the hurried breaths of the Young Master, the Princess couldn't hold back any longer.

Under the gaze of Young Master Meng, the Princess boldly approached her, inching closer until she reached the lips of Young Master Meng, before finally halting her movements.

Their intertwined breaths were scorching.

Outside the wardrobe, passion burns like fire.

Inside the wardrobe, breaths intertwine.

"Then why don't we give it a try as well? Let's see what kind of taste it really is..."

As Princess faced Young Master Meng, she didn't see any sign of evasion, just a slight daze. With that, she shed her last bit of restraint and pressed her lips against Young Master Meng's.

The scorching lips, the warm breath, the fiery kiss—all were telling Young Master Meng that this was a forbidden fruit.

Yet, she remained stuck, unable to pull away.

Despite knowing that the lips pressing against hers belonged to her sister-in-law, she was unwilling to retreat.

This fleeting kiss was worlds apart from the passionate kisses happening outside.

But even with the Princess' clumsy and inexperienced kiss, Young Master Meng found herself unwittingly drawn in, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

The never-ending demonic sound outside finally dispersed the remaining thoughts of Young Master Meng.

At this moment, Young Master Meng seemed to have forgotten the existence of her brother, forgotten that they were both women and even threw away all rationality, just wanting to pursue the warmth on her lips and share the sweetness with the Princess.

Young Master Meng slightly opened her lips, seized the back of the Princess' head, and with a turn, had already pressed her against the inner wall of the wardrobe.

Before the Princess could react to what Young Master Meng meant, Young Master Meng had already leaned in, sealing the Princess’ lips once again.