Transmigrated into the Scumbag Ex-Wife of the Prime Minister - Chapter 76.2

This person truly had no thoughts about them sleeping together tonight.

Lu Sheng bit her lip, feeling annoyed in her heart. She softly said “Oh” and turned to go back to the bed.

What an unromantic blockhead!

She can only be mischievous on purpose, nothing else!

Hateful! Hateful!

I even thought so much about it, washing myself clean and refreshed. What a waste of emotion!

Seeing the little head drooping, Qi Zhenshu forced herself to calm down and reorganized the article from the daytime. Only then did she unhurriedly rise from the desk.

After Qi Zhenshu finished washing and came out of the washroom, a strong wind suddenly picked up in the courtyard.

Qi Zhenshu blew out the oil lamp and slowly walked toward the bed. Passing the window, she glimpsed the moonlight through the paper window that was slightly ajar.

A sudden gust of wind swept away the flowing clouds, revealing the half-covered crescent moon. The moonlight shone directly down, and a sliver of silver light passed through the gap in the window and fell onto the front of the bed, pure white and bright.

Lu Sheng curled up on the bed, facing the wall. After finishing her silent complaints about Qi Zhenshu, the tension from after dinner completely dissipated.

The fatigue from the journey swept over her, eroding Lu Sheng’s consciousness.

In her sleepiness, upon feeling Qi Zhenshu’s body, Lu Sheng still subconsciously turned and leaned toward her.

Her soft forehead rubbed against Qi Zhenshu’s shoulder. She found a comfortable position and continued her journey to the land of dreams.

Qi Zhenshu turned to her side, pulled the person into her arms, and a look of helplessness flashed in her dark eyes.

She had said those words originally to help this tense person relax her mind. She hadn’t expected the other person to become so relaxed that she just fell asleep.

Lu Sheng’s breathing was light and shallow, spraying onto Qi Zhenshu’s neck, warm and hot, bringing with it a provocative itch.

Her gaze darkened. Qi Zhenshu raised her head, pulling the distance between them apart.

The head that was originally resting on her shoulder fell onto the pillow. Lu Sheng groggily opened her eyes, her voice soft, “Mmm?”

Lu Sheng’s fair, tender cheek was flushed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her cherry lips were slightly parted.

Qi Zhenshu felt a little parched. She lowered her eyelids, concealing the dark light in her eyes, and her voice was hoarse, “Are you awake?”

Her hazy consciousness had no time to process Qi Zhenshu’s question before her lips were captured.

A dense shower of kisses descended. Qi Zhenshu’s cool lips rubbed against Lu Sheng’s.

The scorching breath instantly cleared Lu Sheng’s mind of all drowsiness. She slightly raised her chin, meeting Qi Zhenshu’s kiss.

Their lips and teeth were pried open by a tongue. A faint, clear scent spread through her mouth. Lu Sheng’s lips moved, sucking on the smooth, fragrant tongue. The breathing between their lips became hotter and more lingering.

The back of her neck was cupped by a warm hand. In the entanglement of lips and tongue, Lu Sheng’s body was gently flipped, and she was pinned underneath.

Outside, a wild wind rose up. The thick clouds once again covered the moon’s light. Tree branches swayed, and the air became sticky and humid.

Their kiss became more intense, mutually drawing in each other’s breath. The oxygen in Lu Sheng’s lungs grew thin. She lightly bit Qi Zhenshu’s lower lip.

Qi Zhenshu slowed her actions and moved away from Lu Sheng’s lips. Their eyes met, and their hot breaths were still intertwined.

Lu Sheng took deep gulps of fresh air. Qi Zhenshu’s deep pupils held an impenetrable concentration of dark ink.

Before Lu Sheng could fully recover, a gentle kiss fell again.

This time, the kiss did not only land on Lu Sheng’s lips but scattered down her forehead, brow, nose, lips, and chin, and then continued its path downwards.

The sash around her waist had somehow come undone. Her clothing was spread out on both sides of her body. The kisses were intertwined with heat, spreading in all directions.

Inside the room, a soft, delicate moan sounded, and intermittent sobs came from behind the bed curtains.

Outside the room, after a loud thunderclap, the rain began to fall sparsely in the night sky.

Initially, the strong wind carried the raindrops, scattering them onto the roof. The rainwater lingered on the upturned, protruding eaves. After thoroughly wetting it, the water slowly collected, trickling down the eave corridor, and finally falling into the low-lying flower bushes in front of the door.

A small white flower bud was half-open, half-closed in the low flower bush. Water droplets slowly fell, hitting the bud.

The rain grew heavier. The flower bud was soaked by the rainwater. The water droplets seeped through the petals and mixed with the nectar.

The flower swayed with the wind and quietly bloomed in the storm.

The heavy rain lasted for a long time, and the wind slowly subsided.

After being soaked by the rain, the flower bud fully opened, revealing the light pink stamens inside. Raindrops sprinkled on the stamens, which hung with water droplets, gently swaying.

Under the flower bush, the rainwater spread, forming a small, damp hollow.

On the bed, Lu Sheng lay on top of Qi Zhenshu, steadily catching her breath. Her slender lower legs rested softly on the end of the bed.

After a moment, a pale hand grasped her smooth ankle and gently placed it back onto the bed.

After the heavy rain, the dark clouds in the sky still showed no sign of dissipating. The air was even more humid.

The wind returned during the night, and it rained twice more intermittently. The ground under the flower bushes was muddy from the watering.

The morning sunlight cut through the thin fog. Crystal dew drops glistened on the blades of grass. The ground was still damp.

It had rained all night, and Lu Sheng’s sleep was intermittent. She only fell into a deep sleep when the rain completely stopped in the latter half of the night.

A gentle breeze lifted the bed curtain, waking the lightly snoring sleeping beauty. Lu Sheng groggily opened her eyes. It took her a while to be pulled back to consciousness by the soreness in her waist.

Scene after scene from the previous night replayed in her mind: Qi Zhenshu’s fervent kisses, her scorching breath, the lingering soft moans and hurried gasps, and the rain that lasted all night.

A flush of redness spread across her tender skin again. Lu Sheng buried her head in the quilt, trying to banish those images from her mind.

“Are you awake?” Qi Zhenshu’s cool voice came from the other side of the room, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.

At the beginning of last night, it was these three words.

Lu Sheng buried her head deeper and shook it hard through the quilt, her voice hoarse, “I’m not awake.”

Amused by her silly, self-deceiving appearance, Qi Zhenshu lifted the gauze curtain and hung it on the bed frame, then sat down on the edge of the bed.

She tugged at the quilt over Lu Sheng’s head but couldn’t pull it off. A smile spread across her lips, unbreaking, “It’s almost noon. Aren’t you hungry?”

Lu Sheng wanted to continue shaking her head, but her stomach uncooperatively grumbled. She could only respond in a muffled voice through the quilt, “I’m hungry.”

“Then hurry up and get up.”

Knowing that she was thin-skinned and likely shy right now, Qi Zhenshu patted her back through the quilt and said softly, “I have hot porridge on the stove. I’ll go get you some water to wash up.”

As she spoke, she turned and left the bed. Lu Sheng poked her head out of the quilt, just catching a glimpse of a patch of white clothing at the doorway.

She propped herself up on her elbows and sat up, glancing down at the undergarment she was wearing, her face turning crimson once more.

She had fallen asleep exhausted last night. In a daze, she had felt Qi Zhenshu wiping her body.

This undergarment she was wearing must have been put on by her, too.

Although Lu Sheng had lived for over twenty years, after the apocalypse arrived, she had always been running around for survival. Her understanding of romance was still stuck in the innocent knowledge of high school, let alone intimate affairs. She was completely ignorant.

Everything last night was led by Qi Zhenshu. Lu Sheng felt so ashamed she wanted to crawl back under the covers and never come out again every time she recalled her own responses.

After dawdling on the bed for a while, Lu Sheng finally got dressed and stepped out of bed. Qi Zhenshu walked in, holding a basin of water. Lu Sheng lowered her head to put on her shoes.

Qi Zhenshu walked to the bed and handed Lu Sheng a wrung-out washcloth.

Lu Sheng looked up slightly, too embarrassed to look at her, and just took the washcloth, “Thank you.”

The warm, damp washcloth wiped across her face, also taking away the steam of heat on Lu Sheng’s face.

Her voice was somewhat hoarse and sounded very weak. Qi Zhenshu bent down and smoothed the stray hairs on her forehead. She reached out and felt Lu Sheng’s forehead, her voice exceptionally gentle, “Is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?”

The rain last night was heavy, and the temperature at night was somewhat low. Qi Zhenshu was worried that she had been too exhausted and caught a chill.

“No.” Lu Sheng shook her head and muttered softly, “My voice is just a little hoarse.”

Qi Zhenshu instantly understood. Her eyebrows lifted slightly. She didn’t continue to question, but said, “I’ll go get you some porridge.”

From Lu Sheng’s reaction last night and her current shy state, Qi Zhenshu immediately guessed that this person must have never experienced those things before.

Thinking of this, Qi Zhenshu remembered that Lu Sheng hadn’t yet told her her true identity.

Curiosity is a seed; once it falls to the ground, it will sprout.

At this moment, Qi Zhenshu desperately wanted to know: Who exactly is Lu Sheng?

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