The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Tang Xixue straightened up and looked down at him.

The candlelight spread out behind her, bathing her in a warm glow.

She was like someone who had stepped out of a painting, a fairy who had descended from the moon palace.

"Of course I want to... write poetry."

She bent down.

A kiss landed on his brow.

It is warm and moist, like a drop of ink, slowly spreading on rice paper.

Pei Yanchuan closed his eyes.

That kiss landed on his brow, but it burned his heart.

He felt the drop of ink spreading inside his body.

Starting from the center of his brow, flowing along his veins, she left her mark on every corner of his body.

Little by little, inch by inch.

Gently and slowly, she pulled him from the cool moonlight into the scorching human world.

"This is the first line."

Tangxi Xue said softly.

Her kiss landed on his eyelids again.

The touch was as light as a butterfly landing on a petal, fleeting yet leaving a warm imprint.

His eyelashes brushed against her lips, like two tiny fans gently stroking them.

"Now, I'm going to write the second line."

Pei Yanchuan felt as if someone had randomly plucked a string in his heart, and all the notes were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish high or low notes or discern the melody.

Her lips parted slightly, letting out a very soft breath.

"Um……"

The sound was very soft, as soft as the wind brushing against the strings of a musical instrument.

If she hadn't been so close, she wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.

"Ah Lin's voice is very pleasant to hear."

Tang Xixue's voice was like a string of little golden bells being struck by the spring breeze, each syllable radiating a joyful light.

Pei Yanchuan blushed.

He bit his lower lip, refusing to utter another sound no matter what.

The teeth left faint marks on the lower lip, loosening and then biting down again, as if afraid the sound would escape on its own.

But he couldn't suppress his rapid breathing.

His chest heaved, like waves crashing against the shore, one after another, never ceasing.

It made him dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish east from west.

Tang Xixue did not let him off the hook.

Her kiss landed on the tip of his nose.

"Third line."

That shot landed with perfect accuracy, hitting him right on the tip of his nose.

Like a stamp, it leaves a mark that belongs only to her, both solemn and playful.

"Has your poem... been finished, sister?"

The moment Pei Yanchuan raised his eyes, Tang Xixue looked into a pair of eyes that were so clean and untouched by any dust.

Those pupils were an extremely light ink color, like the first rays of sky reflected in a mountain stream when the ice first melts in spring.

Clear and transparent, without a trace of impurity, it seems as if you can see right through it.

"Ah, Ah Lin... so innocent and naive..."

Tang Xixue looked at him with a smile.

Eighteen years old, with white jade as her bones and ink marks as her thoughts.

Before I could see the beauty of nature, my heart was already filled with books.

"This is just the beginning."

The next moment, her kiss landed.

Pei Yanchuan felt that time stood still for a moment.

Even my own heartbeat stopped.

Everything was frozen in this moment.

He felt as if he were kissed by moonlight.

Her lips were soft, and they gently pressed against his lips, as if a petal freshly plucked from a branch had been placed there.

Thin as a cicada's wing, carrying the coolness of morning dew, and a hint of indescribable sweetness.

He did not close his eyes.

He forgot.

He just stared blankly at her eyelashes, so close to his face, each one distinct, like the patterns on a butterfly's wings.

My heart pounded like a summer downpour, rapidly pounding against my chest.

"Knock knock knock—"

He felt like his chest was about to split open, and waves of pain shot through him.

His heartbeat exploded in his ears like a drumbeat, making his scalp tingle.

He remained motionless, his entire body numb.

They couldn't even breathe anymore.

He feared it was just a dream, a dream he had dreamt of many times but had never come true.

In her dream, she kissed him; when he woke up, the stars had faded and the spring tide had already spread.

The snow in Tangxi has receded by half.

The soft, warm touch left his lips.

He subconsciously pursed his lips, wanting to hold onto that warmth, but dared not follow.

"elder sister."

He called out again.

This time, the voice no longer trembled, but instead carried a devout certainty, like a believer calling upon the name of a deity.

"That sounds really nice."

Tangxi Xue lightly tapped her fingertips.

His lips were very soft, as soft as the tenderest tofu, as if they would break at the slightest touch.

"good……"

She lowered her head and kissed him again.

She gently pressed herself against him, her touch as tender as water.

This time it's deeper and slower.

It was a lingering, suffocating kiss, as if it wanted to drown you.

Pei Yanchuan's mind went blank.

All reason fled at that moment, without even a word of farewell.

He couldn't remember anything.

He could only sense her.

He awkwardly tried to respond to her.

But he didn't understand anything.

These things were never mentioned in any of the books he had read.

He didn't even have time to read a single word of those academic classics before he sank into the pool.

All his knowledge became worthless at that moment, not a single word of it was of any use.

He could only passively accept everything she gave him.

Like a bamboo stalk soaked by spring rain, it raises its head, opens every leaf, and greedily absorbs every drop of dew.

He thought he knew.

He was clearly learned and talented, possessing vast knowledge and being well-versed in all the classics, histories, philosophical works, and literary collections.

But who knew that the words "wind and moon" could be so poignant and so difficult to understand?

"Ugh... Sister... no..."

Pei Yanchuan's voice leaked from between his lips, intermittent and pitiful.

Like a little white kitten drenched in rain, it let out a soft whimper.

"What do you mean?"

Tang Xixue stepped back slightly, smiling as she looked at him.

"No...don't stop..."

After saying that, Pei Yanchuan wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

His face was so red it was almost burning, so red that his collarbone and below were pink, like a pink magnolia blossom opened by the spring breeze.

But he was telling the truth.

He didn't want her to stop.

He wanted more.

"Please, sister, write more poems for me."

His voice was deep, carrying a sincerity that sent shivers down your spine.

Tang Xixue chuckled softly, her voice filled with affection.

"it is good."

She made the kiss even more enchanting.

She traced the shape of his lips, stroke by stroke, as if she were copying a poem that no one had ever written before.

His lips are very beautiful, with a thin upper lip and a full lower lip, and a soft curve, like a crescent moon.

She meticulously traced the curve, tirelessly.

"Sister, is that so?"

Pei Yanchuan responded awkwardly, his heart clenching with each tremor.

He didn't know what to do, but instinctively imitated her, tilting his head slightly and offering himself up.

It's not about taking, it's about offering.

Like a believer, offering up the only passion of their life to the palm of God.

"Sister... are you happy?"

His kiss was awkward, shy, and innocent.

He tentatively touched her, then quickly withdrew, like a frightened little rabbit peeking out and then retreating back into its burrow.

"Yes, I'm happy."

Tang Xixue was amused by his reaction.

She chased after him, entangled him, and prevented him from escaping.

He was as soft as a marshmallow, with a faint sweetness, like the first sip of honey in spring.

Pei Yanchuan couldn't help but pant softly.

"Well……"

The sound was like a wind chime being swayed by the wind, crisp yet mesmerizing.

His fingers gripped the hem of her dress tightly, his knuckles turning white, completely under her control.

After a long while, she finally stepped back.

"Sister, have I... learned it?"

Pei Yanchuan was breathing slightly, his eyes were red-rimmed, and his pupils were covered with a thin layer of mist.

The mist made his eyes look exceptionally bright, like the shimmering surface of a lake after the rain.

His lips were slightly swollen and glistening from the kisses.

Like a small white flower after a storm, its petals wet with rain, drooping slightly, yet still stubbornly blooming.

It makes one want to pluck it off and hide it in their arms.

Tang Xixue looked at him.

"Ah Lin".

"Um."

His voice was hoarse, like the strings of a musical instrument being blown by the wind.

Her gaze was gentle and tender.

"You look like a poem that has just been written."

Pei Yanchuan looked at her with moist eyes.

"What poem?"

Tang Xixue's voice was bathed in moonlight.

"White jade rises like smoke in spring rain, a single branch still shyly embraces half of its own."

Her fingertips touched his heart.

"A kiss falls on the paper, and the scroll is filled with crabapple blossoms."

He could feel the warmth of her fingertips, like a small flame burning his heart, making his whole heart tremble.

"With the stamp on, this sheet of Xuan paper is now mine."

Pei Yanchuan gazed at her.

His gaze was incredibly gentle, without any impurities or reservations.

Pei Yanchuan's love is an endless poem, every word elegant and every line long and flowing.

He cherished her in his heart, but dared not sign his name.

Every stroke is made with devotion, every line with gentle warmth.

The ink marks enter the soul, and the rest of your life will be the same.

"Okay, it belongs to my sister. Forever."

He gently took her hand, their fingers intertwined.

Her fingers were slender and soft, as white as freshly peeled water chestnuts.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and he had the leanness typical of a young man.

Their fingers were clasped together, like vines intertwined.

It seems like we'll never be apart.