Chapter 44: Sober Up

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Young Master Meng was awakened by the warmth on her face.

Young Master Meng, who had been drowsily sleeping all the way, finally opened her eyes.

When she opened her eyes, the gentle face of the Princess appeared before her.

In the dim light, she could not see what kind of emotion was in the Princess' eyes. She only knew that when their eyes met, the Princess' face showed a slight smile.

"Awake?"

Li Qiubai wrung the white cloth again. She leaned over to gently wipe Young Master Meng's cheeks on the soft couch and asked softly, "Still dizzy?"

The Princess' voice was very gentle, and her movements were extremely gentle too. Being so carefully cared for by the Princess, Young Master Meng felt she was about to drown in this tenderness and could not extricate herself.

"Dizzy."

Young Master Meng quickly shook her head and cautiously observed the Princess' expression. Seeing no impatience on her face, she boldly continued, "I still do not want to move..."

Seeing this, Li Qiubai temporarily threw the white cloth back into the copper basin. She picked up the hot soup from the small table in the middle of the soft couch, helped the Young Master up, and brought it to her lips, coaxing gently, "Drink the hangover soup first, and you will not feel so dizzy."

Hearing this, Young Master Meng tightly pressed her lips together and turned her head away, refusing, "I will not drink."

Is she a joke? If she sobered up, how could she pretend to be drunk?

If not for the courage from the alcohol, Young Master Meng would not even dare step into the Princess' residence. So she definitely did not dare to drink the hangover soup.

Unfortunately, Young Master Meng always showed her emotions on her face, letting others easily see through her little thoughts.

The Princess' eyes were filled with even more smile, and she pretended not to know, asking, "Why not drink it?"

Young Master Meng rolled her eyes and lied again, "The smell alone is unpleasant. It must taste bad. I will not drink it!"

Young Master Meng's righteous appearance made the Princess smile.

“This Princess feeds you, and you do not even save my face?"

The Princess' deliberately disappointed tone made Young Master Meng pause for a moment.

She could not help but frown and started to feel conflicted.

Seeing the lingering blush on Young Master Meng's face, Li Qiubai felt even more warmth in her heart.

Before Young Master Meng could respond, the Princess directly drank a mouthful of the hangover soup, held it in her mouth, and leaned down to press her lips against Young Master Meng's.

Young Master Meng suddenly widened her eyes.

The warmth on her lips felt like a flame, instantly igniting her entire body.

She stared blankly at the Princess' eyebrows and eyes.

The warm hangover soup flowed from their tightly pressed lips into Young Master Meng's mouth.

It was only when the Princess' tongue followed, blocking the hangover soup that was about to spill out of her mouth, that Young Master Meng realized what was happening.

At this moment, Young Master Meng's heart was pounding more and more fiercely, as if it was about to leap out of her throat.

After hurriedly swallowing the remaining half mouthful of hangover soup, Young Master Meng slightly tilted her head up and, following her heart, moved forward to meet the Princess.

Unexpectedly, before she could catch the Princess' tongue, the Princess pulled back and straightened up again.

Feeling disappointed at not being able to hold on to her, Young Master Meng felt a deep sense of loss.

The Princess pretended not to notice her wistful gaze and looked at the soup stains at the corners of her mouth, feigning surprise.

"Oh, it still spilled."

With that, the Princess leaned down again and slowly moved along the corners of Young Master Meng's mouth, licking up the spilled soup drop by drop.

The soup had dripped from the corners of Young Master Meng's mouth to her chin and, due to her half-tilted head, slid down to her neck.

Thus, the Princess followed the trail of the soup, inch by inch, from the corners of Young Master Meng's mouth, down her hot skin, to her neck, sucking up the soup stains with her tongue until she was satisfied.

Only when there were no more traces of hangover soup on Young Master Meng's neck did the Princess finally lift her head, licking her own lips and smiling sweetly at Young Master Meng.

"How could it not taste good? I find the flavor quite delightful. What do you think?"

The Princess' lick made Young Master Meng feel weak in her limbs. She had to bite her lip hard to stop the panting that almost escaped her throat.

Young Master Meng's chest was still heaving. After taking a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart, she looked up at the Princess' slightly moist lips and said, embarrassed and annoyed, "I think you are taking advantage of me!"

The unfulfilled desire and annoyance on Young Master Meng's face only made the Princess feel even more pleased.

The Princess leaned in again, bringing her face close to Young Master Meng's, and with a smile, she asked, "Then, how about I let you take it back?"

Seeing the full smile in the Princess' eyes, Young Master Meng's heart suddenly became chaotic.

To avoid suffocating on the spot, Young Master Meng quickly turned her head away, avoiding the Princess' smiling gaze and her fragrant breath, allowing herself to continue breathing smoothly.

"Who cares about taking advantage of you?"

After muttering softly, Young Master Meng could not help but recall the taste from earlier and felt a bit unsatisfied.

She had only drunk a mouthful.

It was not enough, really not enough.

Mm, it was just that she had not drunk enough hangover soup.

Young Master Meng savored the memory, then changed her mind and turned back, raising her chin at the Princess. "I want to drink more."

The Princess, who had never been so commanded, was not annoyed. Instead, she was extremely pleased. Indulging Young Master Meng's whims, she smiled and handed the bowl of hangover soup to her.

"Alright, alright, drink as much as you want."

Oh, so this time she had to drink it herself.

Young Master Meng was immediately displeased.

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Young Master Meng let the Princess hold the bowl in midair without taking it. After a pause, she finally responded.

"My limbs are weak, I cannot hold it."

Feeling the benefits of being tipsy, Young Master Meng truly experienced it this time.

Before the Princess could say anything, she had already found this perfectly justified excuse and arrogantly continued commanding the Princess.

"I want you to feed me."

But with such a soft tone, to the Princess, it was not a command but rather coquettishness.

The Princess softened her heart completely, even her tone became gentler.

She smiled at Young Master Meng, pretending to ask knowingly, "Feed you? How should I feed you now? Do you still want me to feed you like before?"

"You..."

Seeing Young Master Meng about to get embarrassed and angry, the Princess continued in the same manner as before, using her mouth to feed the soup into Young Master Meng's mouth.

Earlier, Young Master Meng, who had claimed her limbs were too weak, now had both hands raised, tightly embracing the Princess' neck.

This time, she refused to give the Princess any chance to retreat.

It started with drinking soup, but as they continued, the faint sweetness of the hangover soup no longer satisfied them.

The taste of their lips and tongues was sweeter and more fragrant than the hangover soup.

Only when both of them were almost out of breath did the Princess finally withdraw slightly from Young Master Meng's lips.

The intense heat emanating from Young Master Meng almost consumed the Princess' reason.

"Chang'an."

The Princess leaned against Young Master Meng's forehead, partly pressing her, and asked with a light laugh, "Was it good this time?"

The glistening water stains on their lips had not dried yet. Young Master Meng pursed her lips, restraining the urge to wipe the remaining moisture for the Princess. She only licked the dampness on her own lips and replied softly, "It is fine."

The Princess found Young Master Meng's feigned indifference quite amusing.

"Oh, then I will not continue feeding you."

The Princess seemed not to notice the unmistakable disappointment on Young Master Meng's face. As she withdrew, she casually brushed against Young Master Meng's lips, then released her, standing up to return the remaining half bowl of hangover soup. She continued to twist out the white cloth from the copper basin, resuming the actions from when Young Master Meng had not yet woken up, wiping her cheeks and neck, removing the lingering soup stains.

Having already taken advantage of the Princess so many times, even her tongue was almost tired out, Young Master Meng was quite satisfied.

If the Princess wanted to clean her up, she would allow her to do so, quietly leaning against the soft couch and watching the Princess' movements.

After wiping her cheeks and neck, the next area to be exposed was her wrists and palms.

Back at the Xueyue Tower, Young Master Meng was asleep, so she couldn't see how carefully the Princess wiped her down.

Now, Young Master Meng noticed how meticulously the Princess wiped along her fingers, one by one when she reached her palms.

In matters between women, fingers are indeed quite ambiguous.

Thinking back to the book she saw during the day, Young Master Meng couldn't help but let her imagination run wild once again.

She quickly averted her gaze, no longer watching how the Princess was so focused on playing with her fingers. 

But without looking at the Princess, all she saw was the empty bedroom.

This familiar bedroom still looked as festive as it did on the wedding day.

Noticing Young Master Meng's wandering eyes, the Princess finally spoke up: "What are you looking for?"

Young Master Meng hesitated for a moment, thinking about the excuse she had initially made up. She decided to directly follow the Princess’ words and said, "Looking for my elder brother? Why have I not seen my elder brother?"

This girl actually acting?

The Princess was quite helpless and gave her a stern look, "Do you think in my big imperial residence, I cannot find an empty room for your elder brother?"

At these words, Young Master Meng's lips couldn't help but curl up slightly.

But when she thought of the idle gossip she had heard in the Drunken Immortal Inn, she couldn't help but frown and muttered softly,

"But is he not the Prince Consort... naturally... he should be sharing a room with you..."

At this moment, the Princess finally smelled the sourness in the air.

Before Young Master Meng could lower her head, the Princess threw the white cloth back into the water. She moved closer to Young Master Meng again, lifted her chin, and looked into her eyes with a smile, asking, "If he is sharing a room with me, could you still smile now?"

Young Master Meng furrowed her brows and pondered for a moment.

Although that could be considered a matter of course if it really happened...

Before Meng Chang'an could figure out how to respond, the Princess leaned in closer again, pressing her forehead against Meng Chang'an's, and interrupted her thoughts with a smile.

"Do not think about him for now. You should think about what to do with me, all wet because of you."

The Princess’ voice carried a hint of alluring coquettishness, making the Young Master feel tingling sensations all over her body.

Young Master Meng's mind was instantly awakened by the Princess's charming voice.

Upon realizing the deeper meaning behind her words, Young Master Meng blushed instantly, unsure where to place her hands.

"I-I... I have not done anything yet..."

Is it possible that just kissing can make someone wet?

The more Young Master Meng thought about it, the redder her face became. Seeing this, the Princess finally couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you thinking? I just meant that my clothes got wet because of you."

The Princess slightly leaned to the side, then leaned directly into Young Master Meng's embrace, raising her hand to gesture towards her sleeves stained with water marks.

"Look, it is all because of serving you that I got wet. How do you plan to repay me?"

Mixed with the intimate atmosphere between them, these words seemed extremely ambiguous.

Young Master Meng's heart burned with warmth, even her gaze toward the Princess carried a hint of unusual meaning.

“Say it, how do you want me to repay..."

With that, the Princess flipped over and pressed down Young Master Meng. She raised her hand and caressed her slightly moist lips, softly murmuring, "Can I say anything?"

Author's Note:

I promise, I really didn't mean to get stuck here! Really!!