Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Xiaoyi did not stop her. He bent down and picked up Murong Shishi, supporting her lower back with his palms and gently placing her on the soft couch.

Murong Shishi finally came to her senses and realized that this was definitely not a place for anything intimate. She immediately said in a trembling voice, "Xie Mo, we can't do this here..."

She couldn't finish her sentence because she simply couldn't bring herself to say the word "pleasure".

Xie Xiaoyi smiled slightly, leaned down and pressed down, supporting himself on one hand beside her ear, firmly encircling her between his arms and the bed, and looked down at her.

"The affairs of the world should be pursued according to one's heart; why ask whether it is possible? If one desires it, what is wrong with even if the heavens and earth are one's mat?"

Murong Shishi was trapped in a small space, with nowhere to hide, and could only raise her head to defend herself:

"This is a clothing store, I'm worried someone might come in later..."

"Come on, you've really provoked me, and now you're afraid of people coming?"

As he spoke, Xie Xiaoyi lightly flicked his fingers and quickly and steadily unbuttoned the buttons on her collar, a move that was clearly the work of a seasoned pro.

Murong Shishi trembled and instinctively tried to dodge, but he gently pressed her shoulder with his other hand, rendering her unable to move.

She sighed deeply, and could only let him slowly remove his outer garment, leaving the room filled with a romantic atmosphere.

Seeing that she obediently complied, Xie Xiaoyi lowered his head and kissed her.

Murong Shishi closed her eyes, feeling a burning passion and excitement she had never experienced from Su Muqing before.

Xie Xiaoyi's kiss was forceful, moving downwards to the hollow of his collarbone, where he gently took it in.

whimpering

Murong Shishi let out a soft moan, her hands unconsciously wrapping around Xie Xiaoyi's neck: "It's... a little itchy!"

Xie Xiaoyi stopped teasing her, placed one hand on her waist, and suddenly pulled her closer to him.

Murong Shishi has completely fallen for him.

All the emotions that women had been suppressed by rules surged up at this moment...

The private room was filled with the fragrance of incense, and the sunlight slanted through the window, causing the iron horse on the eaves to sway and wobble uncontrollably.

steal.

He secretly harbored feelings for her, but the matter was far from over.

Where we met.

The clouds and rain themselves are shy.

The erotic atmosphere in the private room continued when a light but urgent knocking sounded at the door.

"Young Madam! Are you satisfied with the clothes? Are you alright after all this time?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Shishi was startled and suddenly opened her eyes. She hurriedly placed her hands on Xie Xiaoyi's chest, her fingers trembling.

"Someone...someone's coming! Let me go!"

Instead of getting up, Xie Xiaoyi lowered his head and gently bit her reddened earlobe:

"What's the panic? He's just a shopkeeper; just brush him off with a few words."

Murong Shishi took a deep breath, suppressing her soft panting and the wildly pounding heart in her chest.

She tried to make her voice sound calm and normal, deliberately carrying a hint of languid weariness, and called out towards the door:

"It's alright, I really like the clothes, but I'm a little tired after trying them on for so long, so I'd like to rest here for a while..."

The shopkeeper outside the door paused for a moment, but his tone remained respectful:

"If Madam is tired, I'll have someone bring you a cup of hot tea to warm you up."

Murong Shishi's heart tightened, and she quickly refused:

"No need. I don't like being disturbed. You may all leave. Unless I give the order, you don't need to disturb my rest."

"Yes, yes, I understand. Young Madam, please rest well. Just call me anytime if you need anything."

"Fine...you can go now!"

The shopkeeper quickly agreed, and the footsteps gradually faded into the distance, until there was no sound at all.

Murong Shishi finally breathed a sigh of relief, her cheeks still burning hot, and her eyes were filled with both shyness and love as she looked at Xie Xiaoyi.

This is exactly:

Do not sneak into the Poetry Peak to make a secret promise.

The poem presses down on Mo's shadow, thickening his lips.

Embracing her soft jade, his emotions were irresistible.

Her tender soul remains hidden, her heart yearning for the future.

......

The tender moments quietly came to an end, and the storm in the room subsided.

Murong Shishi sat in front of the mirror, holding a wooden comb in her hand, slowly combing her slightly messy black hair.

The bronze mirror reflected her lowered eyes and slightly panting breaths, her chest still trembling with lingering tension.

Looking at my reddened eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, my heart skipped a beat.

This is the second time I've truly experienced what it's like to be a woman. It feels so good, even my bones feel weak.

At first, Murong Shishi thought that she had been infatuated with Xie Xiaoyi back then, which led to that absurd incident in the valley.

As time went by, she came to believe that this was how her life would be, and that a woman could live a good life without love.

Until this encounter, she experienced that genuine closeness again, which once again left her flustered, more confused and overwhelmed than the first time.

She then realized that the love between men and women is truly an indispensable thing in this world.

Seeing that Murong Shishi was in a daze, Xie Xiaoyi slowly walked behind her, bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

Murong Shishi froze, looked up at him in the mirror, and asked softly, "You... how did you find this place?"

Xie Xiaoyi smiled helplessly, put his arms around her chest, and answered a question that didn't directly answer her question:

"Rumor has it that I'm a notorious womanizer. Have you heard of me?"

Murong Shishi did not stop his unruly hands, but simply turned her head to look at him, her eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

"I've heard it, but I don't believe it. You saved me back then, I know you're not a bad person."

You think I...am not a bad person?

"yes!"

"What gives you the right?"

"I don't know, maybe it's a woman's intuition!"

"Murong Shishi... thank you!"

"Forget it! You still haven't told me how you found me."

Xie Xiaoyi pressed against the crook of her neck, his voice low and husky:

"I was passing by this Jinxiufang when I happened to see you getting off the carriage, so I came over to say hello. I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic as soon as we met."

Does he mean... I'm very proactive?

Murong Shishi got angry, pushed away his hemispherical hand, glanced at him sideways, and spat lightly:

"Pah! Who's being enthusiastic? You still haven't told me what you're doing in Jiangnan?"

Xie Xiaoyi straightened up and looked down at his two hands. The slight curve of his hands had not yet returned to its original shape, or rather, he did not want to return to it.

Uh-huh!

I won't wash my hands tonight. I must remember this temperature carefully, except for my Qing'er and Murong Shishi's.

He was about to speak when he suddenly remembered his earlier conversation with his aunt, Xie Lingyun.

"Is mine too small?"

"well enough!"

"Weren't you a notorious womanizer? You must have seen plenty of big ones, right?"

I'm such an idiot!

I need to change this promiscuous habit. My aunt is in another world because of me and can't come back, while I'm busy figuring out whose breasts feel good to touch...

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Thinking of this, Xie Xiaoyi slapped himself twice.

Murong Shishi was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What are you doing? What's wrong?"

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