SGEIRS -Chapter 238 Luring Her to Fall

Meng Jinyao saw his smile—gentle, warm—and heard the soft tone in his voice. Yet somehow, she felt as if he were a wolf in sheep’s clothing, fiercely predatory, while she was just a lamb about to be slaughtered.

Instinctively, she shook her head, refusing: “No… I don’t want to.”

Gu Jingxi, however, said, “But I do.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he lowered his head and kissed her, leaving no room for refusal.

Caught completely off guard, the words she had been about to speak were silenced at her lips. Meng Jinyao’s eyes widened in surprise, yet she did not resist. She swallowed her words and slowly closed her eyes.

This time, it wasn’t a struggle like before—he took the lead, and she responded.

The kiss was tender, lingering, full of quiet passion.

After a long while, Gu Jingxi finally released her.

He gently caressed her cheek, his gaze moving downward. Her nightgown had somehow loosened, revealing the pale pink undergarments beneath.

Her long neck, her fair, delicate shoulders, adorned with blushes of red—it was breathtaking, impossible to look away from.

Gu Jingxi’s eyes darkened with intensity. He kissed her cheek, then looked into her misty eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, “Jinyao… do you want it?”

Want what?

Meng Jinyao felt dizzy. All her thoughts had been drained away by him. She stared blankly at his handsome, enticing face, her heart fluttering, and dazedly nodded: “I… do.”

Her words only fueled Gu Jingxi further.

It was like this feeling: imagine being a hunter starving with hunger, bow in hand, ready to catch a rabbit for a meal. Then you see the little creature, so pitiful, and your heart softens. You were about to let it go. But this foolish little rabbit, instead of running away, scurries toward you.

The prey, almost in your grasp, seems to ask whether you’ll steam it or braise it, ignoring the fact that it foolishly ran into your trap.

So the hunter, already drawn, releases the arrow—and there’s no turning back.

When Meng Jinyao finally reacted, she felt a chill. Fully alert, she instinctively grabbed the blanket to cover herself and stared at him in shock: “Husband… you, you…”

Gu Jingxi, calm and composed, replied: “Hmm? What is it? Are you cold?”

Meng Jinyao shook her head: “N-no…”

Her words barely fell when Gu Jingxi ruthlessly pulled the blanket away, tossing it to the far side of the bed.

Now, there was nothing covering her—everything was on display.

Meng Jinyao prided herself on being bold in such matters; she could wear thin nightgowns in front of him. But now, she truly blushed, her face burning red with embarrassment.

“Gu Jingxi!”

She gritted her teeth and called his full name for the first time, a mixture of scolding and anger, yet without any real authority.

To an outsider, it almost sounded like a playful whine.

Gu Jingxi curved his lips and murmured lightly: “I’m here.”

Meng Jinyao glanced at herself, then at his neat attire, and, shy and annoyed, demanded: “Where are you looking? Don’t look!”

Perhaps sensing a hint of rebellion, Gu Jingxi looked anyway, completely different from the proper, gentlemanly demeanor he usually maintained.

Not only did he look, but he also evaluated seriously: “Jinyao… you’re beautiful.”

Meng Jinyao was so embarrassed she could have cried. She glared at him angrily: “Gu Jingxi!”

“Call me husband,” he said.

Then he sealed her lips with a kiss, silencing her words.

And like that, the blush of red bloomed on her.

Meng Jinyao’s thoughts gradually slipped away; she was falling deeper and deeper.

His kisses traveled inch by inch downward.

Suddenly, a ringing went off in Meng Jinyao’s mind, leaving a brief void. Soon her thoughts returned, and she looked at Gu Jingxi, unable to hold back tears.

From shame.

But Gu Jingxi didn’t let her off—if anything, he teased her more.

…

Meng Jinyao felt warm, sweaty, lying in the man’s arms, her face buried in his chest, too shy to look at him.

Yet Gu Jingxi would not yield. He gently pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her head. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty, tears hanging on her lashes, cheeks flushed red.

She looked like a pitiful little victim bullied by a tyrant.

Gu Jingxi softly wiped her tears away and soothed her: “Jinyao… don’t cry.”

Meng Jinyao, extremely shy, looked at his moist lips and felt she couldn’t bear to look directly at him. She quickly turned her face aside, pretending nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Gu Jingxi hesitated, then asked cautiously: “Are you uncomfortable?”

How could Meng Jinyao answer such a direct question? She pressed her lips tightly together, silent.

Misreading her silence, Gu Jingxi’s expression darkened. He tightened his embrace, holding her close, his voice full of guilt and sorrow: “Jinyao… I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

At first, Meng Jinyao didn’t sense anything wrong with his words. But after thinking carefully, she seemed to understand. Her heart ached—Gu Jingxi, a noble marquis and minister of the emperor, was doing such things just to please her.

She turned her head, shy yet tender, looking at him. Seeing the self-doubt in his eyes pierced her heart. How could brilliant Gu Jingxi ever feel inferior?

She wouldn’t allow it. Summoning courage, she responded: “Husband… it… it feels… good.”

Gu Jingxi looked doubtful: “Really good?”

Meng Jinyao shyly glared at him and lightly punched his chest with a pink fist. She scolded in a playful voice: “Gu Jingxi! How can you ask someone a question like that?”

Seeing that she wasn’t lying, Gu Jingxi’s anxious, guilty heart slowly calmed. He leaned in and kissed her lips.

Meng Jinyao wanted to respond, but then recalled what he had already kissed… she suddenly felt a little disdainful of herself. What to do?

Her eyes darted away; she whispered softly: “…Dirty… husband, don’t do this next time.”

Gu Jingxi replied softly: “Jinyao… you’re not dirty.”

Her lips moved slightly, but in the end, she chose silence. Some topics were too awkward to discuss; as long as she didn’t want to talk, the topic ended.

Yet sometimes, the more you try to avoid a subject, the more someone insists on discussing it.

Gu Jingxi whispered: “Jinyao.”

Meng Jinyao responded with a soft: “Hmm?” signaling him to continue.

“Do you… still want it?”

Gu Jingxi asked while kissing her cheeks, his hands mischievously wandering.

Her mind was buzzing, completely overturning her image of her husband. In her memory, Gu Jingxi had always been proper and polite, never daring to look even if her nightgown was thin. Now he spoke to her like this, as if he were a different person entirely.

It turned out that being a gentleman depended only on a single choice.

Yet Meng Jinyao hesitated—she feared answering incorrectly might hurt him, and if he thought she didn’t like it, his self-doubt would return.

Her husband wasn’t physically at fault, but his mind was sensitive right now.

Finally, she steeled herself, hugged Gu Jingxi’s waist, and shyly responded: “I… do.”

The moment the words left her mouth, Meng Jinyao wished she could turn back time and give a different answer. But the arrow had left the bow; in extreme embarrassment, she gave herself up completely, holding Gu Jingxi tightly.

Gu Jingxi, as she wished, indulged her once again.