Miss Truth-Chapter 690: Extra Story Two: Sang Chen’s Story (4)

"Wife, I don’t kill living beings, nor can I watch you do so," Sang Chen frowned.

Du Jiangli swallowed, "Alright, if not killing means not killing, what if I want to eat meat in the future?"

Sang Chen thought for a moment, "Go to a tavern?"

"That’s true. I’ll just endure it for now; actually, I don’t often kill either," Du Jiangli said, seeing that Sang Chen’s expression was not good, she quickly changed her statement, "I never kill! My grandmother was also a Buddhist."

Sang Chen nodded, completely unaware that Mrs. Du had passed away decades ago.

"My lord," Du Jiangli called gently. She was pondering whether or not to twist her ankle or strain her back—after all, no one would see it in these wild mountains and ridges. As for her reputation, it was entirely ruined the moment she insisted on marrying Sang Chen. Moreover, considering her brother Du He’s rebellion, she was having a tough time; if it were not for the shelter of her deceased father and her act of feigning madness, which earned some pity, she would probably have been forcibly matched by the government by now.

In the Tang Dynasty, there was a rule: if a girl did not marry by eighteen, the government would decide her marriage.

Having disappeared with Sang Chen for half a month, even the well-respected Sang Chen could not preserve her reputation.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she forgot she was still sitting by the riverbank. By the time she remembered, her foot slipped, and she heard Sang Chen cry out sharply.

Splash!

Water splashed everywhere, Du Jiangli was surrounded by the icy cold water. Just as she was about to swim up, she felt it was a great opportunity. Now she didn’t need to fake twisting her ankle or hurting her back, and she quickly pretended to struggle and call for help.

Du Jiangli heard another splash beside her ear and barely smiled, preparing to act with more effort, but heard Sang Chen say, "Wife, I can’t swim, I can’t save you, but I can die with you."

"Cough!" Du Jiangli choked on the water, turned her head to see where Sang Chen was, and quickly swam over to him, stretching out her hand to support him, "Spit, what’s this about dying? If such a small river could drown me, I’d be too ashamed to face my parents in the afterlife."

Though Sang Chen appeared quite refined and scholarly, he was no small figure, as he usually worked his own fields and was quite solidly built. Du Jiangli used all her might to drag him to the shore.

Fortunately, Sang Chen, resigned to his fate, did not cling to flotsam like most drowning victims; she was only dealing with his weight.

After Du Jiangli got Sang Chen onto the bank, she collapsed exhausted on top of him, gasping for breath. She patted his cheek and saw his eyes open, couldn’t help but get a bit annoyed, "You really wanted to die!?"

"Alive without joy, dead without fear," Sang Chen replied.

However, Sang Chen knew very well, deep down, that he did not truly feel that way. He had always thought he would love Ran Yan his whole life, yet he realized his feelings for her had faded, and so he despised himself.

The loyalty and unwavering love he thought he had couldn’t even withstand a mere four years, which made Sang Chen doubt himself. Thus, he also did not want to face the feelings he was developing for Du Jiangli. At that moment, he truly felt that dying with her was not a bad decision.

He was always conflicted like this, preferring to die with his beloved rather than live and acknowledge his true feelings.

"I’m in this dire situation yet have never sought death, and here you are— young and handsome, renowned, with all the city’s women infatuated with you. Why die?" Du Jiangli said irritably.

Sang Chen knew this too; stubbornly, he turned his head away, not looking at her.

Under the moonlight, the water droplets on his face and neck shimmered, contrasting with his skin that was a notch too pale, yet mystically alluring.

Du Jiangli felt her mouth was dry, having only eaten the bun without drinking water, she found it uncomfortable and couldn’t help herself from lowering her head to suck the water droplets from his neck.

Sang Chen shuddered as if struck by lightning, his entire body trembling. The burning softness on his neck lit a tingling sensation at the bottom of his heart that soon spread throughout his body. He wanted to push her away, but found himself too weak.

Du Jiangli had been captivated by his looks just moments before. The instant her lips touched his neck, she snapped out of it, but then thought she might as well go all the way...

Boldly and clumsily, she kissed his neck a few times, and seeing that he did not push her away, she took a daring gamble and fiercely kissed his aptly thick lips.

Du Jiangli felt that she was someone who was experienced, at least, having been married before, even though she had never seen her husband’s face even once; she had at least seen the little booklet at the bottom of her trunk. Thus, her heart pounded like a deer’s as she seductively enticed Sang Chen.

However, in reality, she was just clumsily sucking and nibbling instinctively, but for Sang Chen, who had never entertained such fanciful thoughts, this was fatally tempting.

Both of their clothes were soaked, sticking tightly to their bodies, almost nothing blocking the touch between them. She could feel his robust chest, and he could clearly feel her softness.

"Hmm?" Du Jiangli felt something hard pressing against her leg, paused her movement, and instinctively reached out to push it away, only to realize it was under Sang Chen’s clothes. Curiously, she reached out and touched it.

"Mmm..." Sang Chen couldn’t help but moan softly.

Du Jiangli’s face blushed red as if blood might drip, both from Sang Chen’s moan and from realizing what that thing was.

With what little reason she had left, she commanded herself to grasp it. And then? What was she supposed to do next?

"My lord," Du Jiangli, feeling intensely heated, called out to Sang Chen somewhat urgently and with surprising coquetry.

Sang Chen’s mind was in chaos. Hearing her voice took his breath away, only making him feel even more powerless. The source of his sin that made him weak was the softness pressed against his chest. He absentmindedly reached out and touched it, surprised by its remarkably good feel, and couldn’t resist touching it again. At the center of the softness was a small bump, which his slender fingers gently touched.

All of Du Jiangli’s remaining sanity was shattered by his action, and she couldn’t help but moan softly. Across all her years, she had never even touched a man’s fingers before, let alone with a man she fancied, such overwhelming stimulation proved too much for her.

Both of them, guided by instinct, explored each other for a while, clothes strewn all over the floor, their kisses becoming deeper.

Sang Chen only felt an unbearable throbbing pain in his lower body, all pleasures of his body converging there, growing increasingly desperate. Just as Du Jiangli touched it again, he couldn’t hold back anymore and lost himself completely.

Afterward, Sang Chen’s mind finally regained a trace of lucidity. The scenes from moments ago surged in his memory like tides.

He abruptly pushed away the person on top of him, retreating continuously but realized he was completely naked, his face instantly flushing as red as a liver, trembling hands picking up the wet clothes from the ground.

Du Jiangli also came to her senses, looked down at her own promiscuous appearance, and couldn’t help but gasp softly. She wanted to look for her clothes, but seeing Sang Chen close by, she dared not move rashly and could only curl up into a ball.

Autumn wind swept past, clearing away the lingering intimacy, leaving only two cats embarrassed after their indulgence.

Looking at the curled up Du Jiangli, Sang Chen felt a pang of pain in his heart. He didn’t even bother to dress himself and immediately found a bundle, pulling out a clean garment to drape over her.

"Wu..." Du Jiangli hugged him, crying out loud.

"Wife, I, I will go to the Du household to propose tomorrow," Sang Chen said in a fluster.

Du Jiangli sobbed in his embrace, "Talk about going out tomorrow."

Sang Chen didn’t know that Du Jiangli’s tears weren’t just because of "losing chastity"; on one hand, she felt shameless as a respected lady for engaging in such lascivious acts, yet on the other hand, she felt she truly had the courage to do it. Her heart was both ashamed and excited, hence her tears were particularly complicated. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with a recommendation ticket or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)