Miss Truth
Chapter 466 - 304 Going to Wushan Together for *Cloud* *Rain*

Chapter 466: Chapter 304 Going to Wushan Together for *Cloud* *Rain*

"Leave," Xiao Song said, as if he had long known what Ran Yan was thinking, stopping Qing Luo’s movements.

When Ge Lan left Chang’an, there had been no shadow of marriage, and no one thought it would happen so quickly. When the Ran Clan hurried to Chang’an, they had prepared to bring Ge Lan back. But the Gao family said Ge Lan was too old and disabled, and sending her to be a secondary wife might cause discontent among the Xiao Clan. The Ran Clan elders thought the same, so they selected a talented and beautiful maid from beside Lady Gao to accompany them instead, pushing aside the substitute maid Ran Pingyu originally prepared for Ran Yan. This person was none other than Qing Luo.

Upon hearing Xiao Song’s words, Wan Lu immediately covered Ran Yan with the brocade quilt, got up, and prepared to leave after putting on her shoes and socks. Looking back to see that Qing Luo had not reacted, she tugged at her sleeve and said, "Let’s go."

"But...the rules..." Qing Luo hesitantly spoke. While whether she wanted to stay was one matter, the rules dictated that the bride’s accompanying maid must wait outside the tent until dawn when someone from the Xiao Clan would come to collect the white silk handkerchief.

Wan Lu gave her a sharp look and whispered, "The master’s rules are the rules. As a maid, just obey; do you also want to lecture your lord before the wedding night?"

In matters of marital relations, Wan Lu saw things very clearly. No lady wished to stuff another next to her husband, under the guise of joint service, not knowing how much turmoil it caused in a wife’s heart. And Wan Lu, for one, would never add to Ran Yan’s distress. Furthermore, Ran Yan had already promised to elevate her status in the future, which was more important than anything.

Qing Luo, unaware of this arrangement, hesitated, but Wan Lu forcibly dragged her out.

The door creaked shut, and Ran Yan glanced at Xiao Song nervously, clutching the brocade quilt tighter.

She could discuss sex matter-of-factly, even more knowledgeable than most, but it was purely theoretical, and she had never had the time to practically explore this area with someone.

"Be not afraid," Xiao Song approached the bed, leaning over her still covered by the brocade quilt.

Xiao Song, who had just hastily bathed, no longer smelled strongly of alcohol; a faint scent of wine mixed with his refreshing masculine fragrance drifted towards her, causing Ran Yan to nod in confusion.

A gentle kiss landed on her lips as he delicately traced her lips with his own. His tongue slowly parted her cherry lips, seeking out her tender, petite tongue for play.

The turning, patient kisses were filled with immense patience. Although Ran Yan couldn’t see his face, she could feel that every move was filled with affection.

"Like a dream," Xiao Song murmured by her ear. He couldn’t deny that he had dreamt of such moments many times in spring dreams. Now, feeling Ran Yan’s smooth skin under his fingertips brought a bittersweet swelling in his heart. He gently kissed her cheek, propped up his body to gaze at her, and called out, smiling, "Lady."

Ran Yan had never been cherished and treasured like this. She hummed softly, feeling a chill as the brocade quilt was pulled away by Xiao Song.

Xiao Song lowered his eyes only to see a mélange of bright red silk and snow-white flesh, captivating under the orange-yellow light, her soft, smooth skin akin to pearl, with only a white blouse and underpants. However, the blouse was just a thin layer of gauze, as flimsy as cicada wings, revealing the moles on her skin even if seven layers were worn, showing how thin it was.

The perky breasts pushed against the thin white blouse, embroidered with a blooming pink lotus, branches intricately layered, covering the rosy tips of her breasts partially. Her waist was so delicate it seemed unable to bear a grip; even the underpants made of the same thin gauze lightly veiled the secrets beneath.

Ran Yan’s black hair spread over the red brocade, her fair skin even more enticing against the black and red, her eyebrows arched beautifully into her temples. Her usually somber eyes, now slightly moist, stirred his soul.

Xiao Song felt a small spark within him blaze into a wildfire, concentrating in one place, compelling him to grab hold of her breast.

Being young, her chest was well-developed, but Xiao Song could still easily grasp the plump white mounds with one palm, gently kneading them, yet annoyed by the thin gauze in the way, he undid the tie of the blouse and pulled it off.

Ran Yan’s chest was suddenly exposed to Xiao Song’s view, making her instinctively shrink back.

Seeing the tender pinkness like a small bud emitting a sweet fragrance, Xiao Song couldn’t help but lower his head to take it in his mouth, gently licking and sucking. The other side was not neglected; a large hand grasped it, the rough skin against her delicate flesh producing an indescribable stimulation.