[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 1, Chapter 013)

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Chapter 013 A Beauty from Heaven

Wu Yue hurriedly cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for your presence, Miss! I am unable to rise to

greet you forgive my intrusion. May I ask how you are addressed, Miss?"

The masked beauty chuckled and said, "Young Master Xiao is a distinguished guest of our household, no need for such formality, just call me

Miss !" Her voice was quite penetrating, clearly demonstrating considerable skill, yet it was also gentle and pleasant to the ear.

Wu Yue was completely immobilized, and upon hearing the word "distinguished guest," she found it somewhat jarring, and couldn't help but frown and say, "I

am prisoner, and I am well aware of that."

The masked beauty seemed somewhat surprised and said, "This place is open to you at will, you are not shackled,

and you are not living in a cage, so how can you be considered a prisoner?"

Wu Yue said, "Not long ago, a friend told me, 'What you see with your own eyes

may not be true, and what you hear with your own ears may be false. You must use your heart to see and your mind to hear in order to see

the true nature of things.'" "Indeed, on the surface, I am indeed free of shackles, and my residence is quite luxurious. But as a

martial artist, to be deprived of even the ability to move, needing help to even move my hands and feet—

what difference is there between me and a prisoner?"

The beautiful woman smiled, seemingly unrelated to the question. "The friend you mentioned, Young Master Xiao, is probably Liu Yanniang, right? She

betrayed the sect for you; it seems she cares about you deeply. I'm really curious, she's so much older than you,

how did such feelings develop between you two?"

Wu Yue looked troubled and hesitated, "Well…" In any case, Liu Yanniang was his first woman in

the true sense, even though it was thanks to the Peach Blossom Powder. Could he tell the beautiful woman that this wasn't

his intention? That wasn't in his nature. Since he had done it, he had to bear the corresponding responsibility.

As Wu Yue was pondering, a tall, graceful, and veiled girl entered through the door. The girl

's long, soft hair was braided into three strands. One strand was coiled at the back of her head in a palace-style bun,

adorned with a dazzling gold hairpin and countless other jewels, exuding elegance and nobility. The other two strands flowed freely over her shoulders, with

tufts of baby hair still clinging to her temples, further emphasizing her delicate skin. She wore a rose-purple satin brocade jacket, embroidered with intricate

patterns and inlaid with jade on the lapels. Over this, she wore a long, fitted sable robe with gold trim, which accentuated her slender figure. Between

the black veil and the collar, her fair skin, as white as snow, was revealed, and every gesture she made was graceful and elegant.

Wu Yue felt as if struck by lightning! A strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart!

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... Only in

mythical purgatory do such a scene exist: a rack floating in an endless, turbulent sea of blood…

colossal waves, three stories high, roar in one after another, transforming into giant hammers of equal size…

The dull, resounding crashes seem less like blows to the body and more like blows to the soul, for the body's pain has long since

surpassed its limits, leaving only a severely wounded yet indelible consciousness… Consciousness leaving the body,

terrifying and absurd… In the distance, in the dim light, a twisted, ethereal figure appears and disappears, her body seemingly blocked by

an invisible, powerful force, constantly struggling and calling out…

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Since he gained consciousness, such dreams have accompanied his growth, repeatedly waking him in the middle of the night

, trembling alone in the darkness, his body drenched in cold sweat, helplessly listening to his pounding heartbeat! The dream scenes

are illusory and fleeting, yet the torment suffered by his soul remains in the deepest recesses of his heart, unremembered yet excruciatingly painful!

His feeling stemmed from the ethereal, otherworldly figure...

Seeing his expression, the beautiful woman became even more puzzled, thinking to herself, "Could it be that he and Ti'er already knew each other? But that's

impossible!" She coughed lightly and called out, "Young Master Xiao..."

Wu Yue realized her lapse in composure, her face flushing, yet she still couldn't bear to tear her gaze away from the girl in purple.

From her attire and demeanor, it was clear that she was completely different from the palace women who had just left; she

must be a young lady of extremely high status.

The girl in purple gracefully approached, curtsied to the two of them, and without saying a word, went straight to the brocade

stool beside the stove in the corner of the room and began to brew tea.

The beautiful woman chuckled and said, "I was just saying, Young Master Xiao, you don't need to answer. Let's not talk about

that . This is my daughter, Lingti. How about you try her tea ceremony tonight? Ti'er, why

didn't you greet Young Master Xiao when you came in? How rude! You were so surprised when we met yesterday..."

Lingti glanced at her, seemingly displeased with her mother's words. She reluctantly stood up, curtsied to Xiao

Wuyue, and said softly, "Greetings, Young Master Xiao." Then she sat down again, her slender hands continuing

to fiddle with the bottles and jars. She seemed unaccustomed to interacting with people, possessing a slightly withdrawn

demeanor .

Wuyue hurriedly said apologetically, "No need to be so polite, Miss Lingti! Please forgive me, I am unwell and

unable to get up. I am truly sorry!"

Lingti only glanced at him slightly, nodded her head slightly as a return greeting, and then

continued with her work.

Wuyue observed that Lingti's ten fingers were slender, delicate, and steady, her movements—from fetching tea to pouring water—were meticulous and precise.

The clear spring water used for brewing the tea was sealed in an exquisite blue-and-white porcelain jar. When opening the jar, Lingti used tools and followed a specific procedure

, ensuring not a single drop of water touched her fingers, and when pouring water into the teapot, not a drop splashed. After taking out the tea leaves, she first smelled them,

weighed them, and then put them into the teapot. Although Wuyue couldn't see her face, she could imagine that her expression at this moment must be

extremely focused; she was clearly a very serious and meticulous girl.

Wuyue couldn't help but exclaim, "Putting everything

else

aside, just looking at Miss Lingti's tea-brewing technique is enough to show that you are intelligent and kind-hearted, and must be a first-rate expert in this field!" But this time, Lingti didn't even bother to lift her head, continuing to concentrate on her work.

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Young Master Xiao has always been very popular with girls, but you've finally met your match this time, haven't you? I hope you don't

mind. This is just my personality; I'm just as cold to me. But I still have to tell you,

this is the first time I've ever personally brewed tea for a guest. The tea is excellent, and the spring water was drawn by me from a famous

spring that had just thawed from its frozen state. I'm not afraid you'll laugh at my boasting, but my tea-brewing skills are truly exceptional. Tonight is..."

"You're lucky! Even I rarely get to taste her cooking. I guess I'm really benefiting from your kindness!"

Wu Yue hurriedly bowed deeply to Ling Ti, thanking her profusely, "Thank you so much, Miss Ling Ti!"

Ling Ti raised her head slightly, but silently glanced at the beautiful woman, seemingly annoyed by her talkativeness.

The beautiful woman smiled slightly and said to Xiao Wu Yue, "By the way, did you call me here tonight for something?"

Wu Yue said, "I have many questions in my mind, but I know that apart from one question that might

be answered, you're unlikely to answer any of my other questions..."

The beautiful woman nodded, "You're very clever and considerate. You also know not to force others

. Then tell me the question I might be able to answer."

Wu Yue asked, "I want to know, what is your purpose in kidnapping me here?" "What is it?"

The beautiful woman replied without hesitation, "Since you're so understanding, I'll naturally be more straightforward. Kidnapping you

is to blackmail Fairy Rakshasa into vomiting up some of what the Rakshasa Sect has consumed, as a

condition for your release."

Wuyue frowned and said, "Her style of doing things is always to achieve her goals, using any means necessary, no

matter the sacrifice. You should know this very well, young lady. Moreover, as an ambitious person, a powerful

figure who has painstakingly built her empire for over a decade, aiming to dominate the martial world, would she do..." "Is this the kind of thing where you'd lose more than you gain?

Do you think this kidnapping operation will succeed?"

The beautiful woman said, "About that, I'm absolutely confident! Although tonight is my first

formal , young master, I've spent a lot of effort gathering information about the Rakshasa Fairy and you. My

understanding of you is perhaps far beyond your imagination."

Wu Yue's face showed disbelief, and he said in surprise, "How is that possible? First of all, I have no relation to the Rakshasa

Fairy ; secondly, I rarely go out; and thirdly, I'm just an unknown person."

The beautiful woman said, "Don't believe me? Then I can give you an example. I know about your affair with Zhou's second concubine, Hua Ying

. The Rakshasa Fairy does keep a close eye on you, taking you with her every time she goes out, making it difficult for us to make a move.

But this time I'm quite curious, why did she suddenly let you go hunting alone?"

Wu Yue said, "Alas! It's all because of the second concubine. I had a falling out with her, and this time she expelled me

from the sect. You want to use me to blackmail her, I'm afraid..." To make his situation better, he

actually lied for once.

The beautiful woman sneered, "Don't try to play tricks on me! I think you should be more concerned about your own

situation. To be honest, I personally admire you quite a bit, but business is business. I still have to remind you that you

'd better cooperate with me to achieve my goals during negotiations. Otherwise, you'll find that simply being unable to walk isn't

so bad; there are many torments ten or a hundred times worse!"

Her demeanor changed drastically, exuding an imposing aura without anger! A cold glint flashed in her eyes, like a phoenix's cry echoing through the heavens, surveying the world with domineering

power that sent chills down one's spine!

Wu Yue trembled, thinking to herself that compared to her hot-tempered and easily angered godmother, the beautiful woman before her was equally formidable .

She quickly said, "Now I only hope that godmother can keep the appointment on time… However, I'm a little worried. Your purpose, young lady,

is probably not just to gain some benefits from the Rakshasa Sect, is it? If I'm wrong, my future is truly worrisome

!"

The beautiful woman sighed and slowly said, "I was right. You are no ordinary person! It seems

I'll have to silence you in this negotiation."

Wu Yue, being young, didn't yet understand the importance of concealing one's abilities. Realizing her mistake, she quickly added, "Well,

young lady, you don't need to worry about that. I'm not naturally suited for martial arts; my skills are weak and won't pose much of

a threat ."

The beautiful woman shook her head, saying, "You don't need to explain anything about that." Indeed, it's quite extraordinary. Military force can only conquer cities

and fortresses; it cannot sway the hearts of the people. In the Chu-Han Contention of yesteryear, Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, possessed unparalleled martial prowess, yet ultimately lost to Liu Bang. This

was because Liu Bang deeply understood the importance of popular support and possessed the charismatic personality to win hearts and minds, relying on

the power .

And you, from my observation, possess such potential power! Sun Tzu's Art of War states, "To attack the enemy's cities is inferior; to attack their hearts is superior. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the best strategy." Although your martial arts are weak, you possess unparalleled charisma and

extraordinary character capable of influencing hearts and minds. Given time, you may gain immense power! This is

something I must be wary of! Therefore, no matter what, I will not easily let you go back, because that would be tantamount

to releasing a tiger back into the mountains!"

Wu Yue was greatly shaken, speechless for a long time!

He remembered that Murong Ziyan had once said she was willing to help him become the ruler of the world. He did indeed harbor a

wish, but it lay hidden deep within his heart, vague and unformed. The beautiful woman's words

had slapped his secret into the open, leaving him feeling utterly exposed

!

Even more troublesome was the fact that, like a fledgling bird yet to fly, he had been used as a scapegoat.

His trials seemed to have only just begun!

At this moment, Lingti finally finished brewing a pot of tea, placing the entire set of golden nanmu teaware on the table.

She poured a cup of fragrant tea for both the beautiful woman and Xiao Wuyue, then returned to her corner, head bowed, silently tidying

the tea stove, earthenware pot, and other utensils.

Wuyue glanced at the tea tray; it resembled the legendary… In short, so far, everything he had seen in this

magnificent garden, from large desks and embroidered couches to small bronze mirrors, spittoons,

cups, and saucers, was exquisitely valuable, and almost all of them were unlike anything he had ever seen before!

Such a kind and intelligent girl, spending nearly half an hour brewing this fragrant tea—it would be an injustice if it didn't have something

special about it !

Wu Yue first smelled it, then took a small sip, stirring the tea with his tongue… Needless to say, he

was a connoisseur of tea.

After tasting it, a look of surprise appeared on his face, and he praised it highly: "Indeed, the tea is excellent, the water is superb, and

the tea ceremony is absolutely superb!" "Two new shoots from beneath White Cloud Peak, a vibrant green, fresh and fresh in the spring rains. Quietly tasting it, it's like snow on a lake; tasting it evokes

memories of those from Shanxi." "This poem seems to have been written specifically for this tea. Thank you, Miss Lingti, for allowing me to taste such a divine

beverage!"

Seeing his refined speech and sincere praise, Lingti felt a surge of

joy. She looked up at him intently, the lingering, heart-wrenching scene from her dreamlike mind

resurfacing …

The beautiful woman paused, surprised, and exclaimed, “Just from your poem, I know you are truly

a connoisseur of tea ! You can even discern the origin of this tea. It seems I must keep you here forever!”

Wuyue had tasted fine teas before; Huaying’s tea and tea ceremony were superb, and Murong Ziyan was no less skilled.

But compared to Lingti, they were clearly not on the same level! What surprised him even more was that the tea,

once brewed, remained clear as water, yet its soul-cleansing fragrance was delicate and lingering, with a

slightly sweet aftertaste. He had never seen, much less tasted, such tea!

He remembered Huaying mentioning a type of tribute tea: "Baiyun Tea, produced

in an area of one acre below Baiyun Peak on Tianzhu Mountain above West Lake. It is a loose-leaf green tea, picked around Grain Rain. The tea buds are as upright as flags and spears. After brewing, the water is clear and

the foam is like snow on the lake, like blooming jade flowers. Because the annual production is extremely limited, it is listed as tribute tea. Even the wealthiest families

cannot buy it."

This was exactly the same tea he had seen from Lingti, and the tea liquor was completely consistent with Huaying's description.

He couldn't help but wonder, "Could this mother and daughter be related to royalty? Otherwise, how could they be qualified to taste

the tribute tea? And judging from her tone, she seems to be worried that I've seen through her? Alas! Why do I

keep making such foolish mistakes, 'too clever by half'?"

Under the moonlight, she watched with interest as Wuyue's figure receded into the distance in her sedan chair, then turned back

to look at Lingti, who was still busy with her work. The beautiful woman in palace attire smiled slightly, "Ti'er, I really don't understand you...

You rushed here tonight to serve him tea and water, but..." "Another cold and aloof look, completely ignoring everyone. I really don't know

what's going on in your head."

Lingti silently busied herself, tidying up all the items she had used.

Without a word she walked out of Shuying Xiangxie. In the night, her slender figure cast a long, twisting, and

swaying shadow on the wooden bridge...

On the way back, Wuyue was sullen, sometimes extremely annoyed, sometimes sighing, and sometimes full

of regret . She felt that she had spoken inexplicably tonight, unnecessarily putting herself in an awkward and dangerous situation!

A series of random thoughts made her mind a mess.

Ying'er, after enduring for a while, finally couldn't help but say, "What's wrong with you? Why are you so downcast?

Did you say something careless and get scolded by my master? Sigh! It's all my fault for not warning you beforehand. My master

seems gentle on the outside, but actually..."

Wu Yue absentmindedly replied, "What? Is your young lady very fierce?"

Ying'er seemed to realize her slip of the tongue and quickly covered up, "Ha! No, not at all. Anyway, you'd better be careful and

avoid making her angry..." She seemed to have more to say.

As they walked, Wu Yue gradually developed a feeling that this seemingly empty and deserted garden

seemed have countless eyes hiding in the shadows, watching him. Thinking of this, he took out

the jade ruyi he wore at his waist and threw it into the lake with all his might, making a "plop" sound as it hit the water.

Instantly, dozens of men in black sprang forth from the shadows of trees, corners of houses, and artificial hills,

rushing towards the source of the sound by the lake with a speed far exceeding Xiao Wuyue's expectations!

The sheer number of people moving simultaneously, with only the rustling of their clothes in the air,

was a testament to their exceptional training!

These men wore night clothes, their heads wrapped in black cloths, leaving only their eyes, noses, and mouths exposed. Ying'er quickly

stepped forward and called out, "It's alright here. We just threw something away. Return to your posts immediately."

The men in black seemed respectful to Ying'er, bowing in unison, but none spoke before swiftly disappearing back

into the darkness, as fast as they had appeared!

Ying'er turned around, scolding playfully, "Are you crazy? Why are you throwing things around like that?"

Wuyue replied, seemingly ignoring her question, "What are these people doing? Why are they so mysterious?"

Ying'er said, "They're the master's personal guard, the Dragon Battle Brigade. These people are responsible for night watch."

Wuyue frowned, "The Dragon Battle Brigade? Never heard of them, but judging from their skills, they're definitely not unknown

." Ying'er pouted, saying with immense pride, "The Dragon Battle Brigade is very famous in the martial arts world. They were already renowned throughout the

land more than ten years ago."

"Your ignorance only proves your ignorance!"

Wu Yue laughed. "The maids around your master were so respectful when they saw you, and these

black-clad guards were the same. It seems you have a high status here, young lady?"

Ying'er spat, "Now I finally understand why you were humiliated in front of the master. In such a dangerous place, you should be

keeping a low profile , not asking about everything like you."

Wu Yue's heart skipped a beat. These words struck a chord with him, and he felt ashamed for a long time, speechless

.

Seeing his expression, Ying'er changed her tone and comforted him, "Don't think too much about it, just be more careful in the future."

Wu Yue's eyes darted around, and he smiled, "Miss, that sounds like you care about me, doesn't it? Hehe!"

Ying'er spat, "You're the prisoner I'm guarding, why would I care about you? I just hope you behave yourself,

so everyone can have an easier time, you know?"

Wu Yue said, "Alas! I never thought I'd have such a day. It seems that whether I'm

the son or her disciple, I'm destined to be a hostage! But..."

Ying'er said impatiently, "But what? Why do you always stammer like that?"

Wu Yue laughed, "But with a beauty like you as my jailer, I'd rather be a prisoner!" Actually, teasing

girls wasn't his style, but at this moment he had an idea in his mind, hoping to take advantage of this seemingly

simple but actually quite difficult woman.

This time, Ying'er didn't reply.

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... Ying'er washed his face and feet again, helped him onto the embroidered couch, and went to rest herself

. Wu Yue, who didn't know how long he had been asleep, was now wide awake, completely free of sleepiness. The dim, flickering

candlelight couldn't dispel the darkness of the room's walls, making it seem mysterious and complex. The meeting with the palace-dressed beauty had not only failed to achieve its purpose...

The clearing of the situation only added to the uncertainty.

Lying on the couch, his mind in turmoil, he suddenly realized he faced a problem—a seemingly insignificant one,

but one that was now extremely serious and could not be ignored.

He needed to urinate!

Once this thought entered his mind, it wouldn't leave. At first, he tried to suppress it. But the more he

held it in, the more uncomfortable it became, and gradually another desire arose. After letting out a few foul-smelling farts, a force

tried desperately to force his anus open. He clenched his muscles tightly to close it, and waves of burning pain shot through him!

He suddenly understood why eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping were so often on people's lips. At this moment, being able to

relieve himself comfortably, letting his aching abdomen and anus relax, had become a luxury for him!

Thinking of Ying'er's impatient expression when he woke her up earlier, she was probably just falling asleep again. If he woke her up

again … would she eat him?

The conflict between his physical desires and the opposing opinions in his mind raged, but ultimately, the unstoppable force

prevailed. He had no choice but to call out again, "Miss Ying'er~"

The biting north wind seemed to have tired itself out and was fast asleep. The earth was shrouded in the deepest darkness, and

all was silent . His calls could carry far, but after a full quarter of an hour, his voice was hoarse,

and the unworthy girl still hadn't appeared.

At this moment, he was not only in pain, but also overwhelmed by a deep fear and despair! He had been well-versed in literature since childhood and

had always been gentle, refined, and well-mannered. If... he would rather die than lose face like that!

He could no longer bear it and struggled to climb off the embroidered bed, but his legs couldn't move an inch. He could

barely , but supporting his body was a pipe dream.

Yu Xue's cheeks turned an unsightly liver color, his complete breakdown was imminent, ten, nine, eight...

...

around the "three," the door on the right creaked open, the sound sharp and piercing, but to him

at that moment , it was the most beautiful and melodious sound in the world!

The savior had finally arrived, but it wasn't the angel Ying'er, but the fairy Ling Ti.

Seeing Wu Yue's expression, she said nothing, carried the chamber pot from the corner of the room to the back of the bed,

lifted , placed him on the chamber pot, supported his upper body to prevent him from falling, and pulled his trousers down to his thighs.

At this moment, politeness, pretense, and refinement were like grass under an avalanche, utterly vulnerable. Loud noises like "plop~

crackle ~ glug~" accompanied by an extremely foul stench filled the air.

Wu Yue couldn't help but frown, sniffle, feeling extremely embarrassed, but this discomfort

was nothing compared to the instant pleasure of emptying his pent-up emotions!

He said sincerely, "Thank you, Miss Lingti, for saving my life! But to trouble you with such a thing

is really... really..."

Lingti helped him clean up, helped him back to the couch, opened the doors and windows to let in fresh air, and picked up a garment to fan him back and forth

to speed things up.

Wuyue wasn't used to this oppressive atmosphere, and made conversation, saying, "It's so late, Miss Lingti ,

haven't you gone to bed yet?"

Of course, if she were asleep, could she hear his shouts from that far away?

Of course, she was in bed, but like Wuyue, she couldn't fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes,

in the depths of her blurred memory, the painful figure suffering torture would

appear and disappear ... Then, another figure would float into her mind, the two gradually approaching each other, and finally overlapping...

Every time in her dream, she tried her best to grasp that phantom, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't, yet the second

figure was real! "Why does his aura feel so familiar? Is it really him? And who is he? This figure I've dreamt of countless times since

childhood , could he be a relative from a past life?"

These questions plagued her, keeping her tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Then, from a

distance of sixty feet, she faintly heard someone calling...

Lingti ignored him. After the stench in the room dissipated, she closed the doors and windows, stoked the fire, cleaned the chamber pot

, and quietly left...

In the following days, Lingti came every day to help Ying'er take care of his daily needs, feeding him and

changing his clothes. Lingti seemed more adept than Ying'er at awkward moments like wiping him down and relieving himself.

After that embarrassing experience that night, Wuyue gradually became indifferent. Of course, he could

n't and could only be at the mercy of others.

Three days later, at dusk, the beautiful woman in palace attire reappeared to visit him. After they sat down, she

cut to the chase, asking, "Young Master Xiao, I remember three days ago you said you had many questions for

me?"

Wu Yue nodded hastily and said, "That's right! But I knew you wouldn't answer truthfully, so

I didn't ask."

The woman said, "You might as well tell me. As for whether I can answer truthfully, I will carefully consider it myself."

Judging from her tone, Wu Yue felt there was room for negotiation, though there would certainly be conditions attached

. Even so, he was still incredibly excited and said loudly, "First, I think you might know something about the hidden story of

the Xiao family my background? Second, the perpetrators of that tragedy

seemed to be an assassin organization. I would like to know what the name of this assassin group is and where their hideout is. Third, since

these murderers are assassins, they must be hired by someone. So who is the mastermind behind it all? Fourth,

what is the current whereabouts of Zhou Yan, the son of the Rakshasa Fairy, who has disappeared?..." After speaking, he looked at the beautiful woman with a tense expression, wondering

how she would respond to these questions.

The beautiful woman seemed to have already guessed what he wanted to know. After listening, she remained calm but did not

answer . As she had done a few days before, Lingti served the two of them fragrant tea and then

sat alone in a corner of the elegant hall with her head down, not saying a word or even raising her head.

After a long pause, the beautiful woman slowly said, "I know quite a bit about these secrets, and I

can unravel the mystery for you, but now is not the time. Besides, you should be well aware of

how astonishing these secrets are, how wide their scope is, and how important the people involved are! Furthermore, I can

give you a heads-up about the background of one person who is extremely important to you! Since that's the case, you are wise..."

A wise man should understand that to know these answers, one must exchange them for equally important secrets.

The nine words, "someone of utmost importance to the young master," seemed to carry immense weight, each word striking his

chest with devastating force!

His heart bled, as if crying out, "Besides my parents, who else in this world could be so

important ?"

His heart pounded wildly, and he gasped for breath, forcing down his surging emotions.

Once he had calmed down a little, he asked again, "What secret does the young lady wish to know? Tell me first; perhaps I happen to

know ."

The beautiful woman in palace attire said, word by word, "It's simple. I want to know the true identity of the Rakshasa Fairy.

What ? For over ten years, she has stirred up such a monstrous storm in the martial world,

causing one catastrophe after another, resulting in widespread death and displacement.

It . What is her ultimate goal? I think you, young master, should know these things."

Wu Yue was stunned, feeling deeply troubled. His own secret was important, but Murong Ziyan had

recently told him her background and thoughts—this was undoubtedly a huge secret! Her willingness to tell him

showed the extent of her trust in him! How could he betray her? He stammered, "Well...

actually , my knowledge is limited. My godmother rarely talks about these things with me..."

The beautiful woman in palace attire smiled and said, "No rush, think it over carefully before you speak. Oh! By the way, please forgive my

bluntness, but I have a rather sensitive sense of smell, and I always smell a faint, peculiar fragrance on you, young master. It seems

a bit like the scent of daffodils, but with a hint of milkiness. It's not quite the same. Your fragrance is lighter,

yet it's even more fragrant. It's not like the perfume emanating from your clothes. If you're talking about body odor, as far as I know,

girls naturally fragrant bodies are extremely rare. I'm really curious! What's going on?"

Wu Yue smiled mischievously, "That's quite a secret.

How about I use it as a bargaining chip?"

The beautiful woman in palace attire couldn't help but laugh and said, "This secret isn't worth such a high price. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine

. It's getting late, young master, please rest early. Farewell."

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...

These days, she's been spending increasingly more time here. Today, she's even spending more time caring for this disabled man than Ying'er. Whenever he has an urgent need, Lingti always appears in time to solve his problems. But no matter how hard he tries to start a conversation, he hasn't heard her utter a single word. If it weren't for the four words she said when greeting him in "Shuying Xiangxie," he would have truly thought this girl in purple was mute! 　　Although Ying'er is the guard, she has served him very attentively and diligently. For eight days, Wuyue has racked his brains, showering her with smiles and sweet words, trying his best to coax Ying'er into helping him, at least hoping she could tell him whether he has truly become disabled or is merely under some kind of restriction. 　　The answer to this question is extremely important to him; he desperately wants to know as soon as possible, but to no avail ! 　　Frustrated, knowing that as an important hostage, Ying'er probably wouldn't dare to treat him too badly, he began to deliberately cause her trouble and create difficulties. Just now, at midnight with the moon high in the sky, Ying'er was sound asleep when he started shouting for help again. 　　Because Wuyue had an urgent need to relieve himself that night and hadn't been able to get anyone to come after shouting for ages, the palace lady had given Ying'er a severe scolding . From then on, Ying'er always kept one ear perked up while sleeping, afraid of sleeping too soundly. 　　This time, it didn't take long before Ying'er, her eyes red and swollen, rushed into the room, almost driven mad with anger! 　　She roared into Wuyue's ear, "What are you trying to do?! Do you want me to die?!" Since the night before last, every time she had just fallen asleep, Wuyue would do this, endlessly. 　　He seemed to have become a night owl, not sleeping at night but sleeping like a log during the day! 　　But Ying'er couldn't do that; she was used to going to bed early and waking up early, and couldn't sleep during the day at all. Besides, the palace lady seemed to be very strict with her subordinates, so she didn't dare to openly sleep like Xiao Wuyue during the day. 　　The mental torment she had endured for the past three days was unimaginable. She had lost weight, and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were constantly bloodshot; she seemed on the verge of collapse! 　　Faced with the shrew's roar, Wuyue had already stuffed cotton in her ears and said nonchalantly, "I suddenly feel like swimming . Could you please call the sedan chair bearers to take me to the lake?" 　　From extreme anger to utter astonishment, Ying'er's mind went blank for a moment. She stammered, "You...you want to swim? It's midnight, and in the freezing cold of winter! Are you crazy or am I crazy?" 　　Wuyue said calmly, "Neither of us is crazy. Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've always had a habit ." 　　Ying'er sneered, "I understand, you're the one who's crazy! Too bad I'm not crazy, I'll never take you!" 　　Wuyue said indifferently, "Fine, if you don't want to be taken, I'll figure out how to crawl there myself..." As she she grabbed the headboard and began to get up, dragging her paralyzed body. 　　But all her efforts were in vain, and she could only slump back onto the couch. "Sigh~ I can't crawl like this, so I'll just scream as loudly as I did that night to wake Miss Greyhound... I reckon by tomorrow, your master will know, and I'll tell her..." 　　Ying'er's eyes were green with envy, but upon hearing the word "master," she dared not retaliate, and stammered, "You..."

"...What do you want to say to the master?"

Wu Yue said, "I want to commit suicide because you're abusing a disabled person!"

Ying'er gasped for breath, her face flushed crimson, her chest heaving violently, clearly trying to

suppress her anger. The two stared at each other like fighting cocks for a full quarter of an hour before she finally

calmed breathing, grabbed Wu Yue's neck with both hands, and puffed out her cheeks in a threatening gesture.

Wu Yue remained unmoved. Ying'er moved her slender hand up and gently smoothed his hair,

gritting her teeth as she said, "Fine, I'll take you there, but I hope you don't drown, you bastard!"

Wu Yue shook his head in exasperation, "Mind your manners, don't forget your refined upbringing."

As she helped him into the sedan chair, whether intentionally or unintentionally,

Ying'er turtle struggling helplessly, looking utterly pathetic!

Ying'er felt a vengeful satisfaction: "Hey! Young Master Xiao, where has your refined manners gone

?"

Finally seated in the sedan chair, Wu Yue was drenched in sweat and frowned, saying, "Miss Ying'er, how can a

young lady so ruthless?"

Ying'er sneered, "If I'm not ruthless towards someone like you, I won't even know how I died!"

Soaking in the lake water, now covered with a thin layer of ice, Wu Yue's teeth chattered from the cold.

Under , ripples of silvery-white phosphorescence spread outwards from the lake's surface, seemingly endless.

He had intended for Ying'er to swim with him, but she stubbornly refused. Threats were useless; he had

failed to and was now suffering himself!

He suddenly cried out, "Oh no! My leg is cramping!" His body began to sink.

Ying'er panicked and quickly reached out to pull him up: "Quick, grab my hand, I'll pull you up!"

His body was bobbing up and down in the water, and he cried out in a panic, "I can't reach it, stretch your hand

a little closer!... Yes... just a little bit closer..."

Ying'er's upper body was already completely submerged in the lake, and she stretched out her right arm with all her might, her supporting leg trembling slightly, and finally

grabbed his hand.

Just as she was about to pull him up, Wuyue seemed to slip, and his body suddenly sank.

With a loud "plop," water splashed everywhere, and Ying'er was pulled straight into the lake!

Her posture looked just like the most clumsy swimmer practicing diving.

Ying'er sank headfirst into the water, and to make matters worse, her hand holding onto Wuyue was pulled away. She

swallowed several mouthfuls of lake water, thrashing about wildly, barely managing to keep her head above water occasionally.

She screamed in terror, "I... glug glug... I can't swim... Wuyue, come quick... come

pull me out!! glug..."

Wuyue finally reached out and grabbed her. Ying'er clung to him like a drowning person grasping at a straw,

trembling uncontrollably from fear and cold. She had scratched his back raw with her grip.

He complained, "How could you be so careless! My leg is cramping, and you're adding to my burden!"

Ying'er pleaded, "Hang in there, swim... swim to the edge... hiss! It's so cold! cluck cluck

cluck ..." The sound of teeth chattering followed.

Wuyue suggested, "I'll have two sedan bearers pull you up..."

Ying'er shook her head resolutely, "No! I won't let any other man touch my body!" She tightened her arms

around him, afraid of falling off.

********************

On the mountain path at the foot of Mount Meng. Half a month had passed since they left. The sparse trees along the roadside were even more bare. The crescent

moon, the only light to the earth, seemed to be tightly gripped by the dark gray sky, lonely and helpless.

The moonlight was colder, reflecting a pale white light on the bare tree trunks and branches.

A white figure sat cross-legged by the roadside, the very spot where the black-clad knights had stopped nine days earlier. Scattered

around were the corpses of more than ten men in black, their blood not yet congealed, indicating they had all died recently. Each of them

wore a robe embroidered with an eagle with outstretched claws and soaring wings.

Beifeng strongly suspected that these black-clad assassins were involved in Wuyue's disappearance. She had left some alive to interrogate him about his whereabouts, but

the assassins seemed to know nothing about it. When pressed too hard, they simply chewed poison and committed suicide. The white

veil covering her face had turned grayish-yellow, fluttering even without wind, clearly

indicating her turmoil. Her dusty clothes were splattered with tiny, dark red bloodstains, their color indistinguishable. She stared blankly at

the official road before her, her chest heaving rapidly, clearly not in meditation.

Was she recalling the words Wuyue had spoken to her half a month ago when the carriage passed through this place?

Was she filled with regret for not confessing her feelings to him then?

"Wuyue, Wuyue, where are you? Please give me a hint in my dreams..." she murmured

to herself. A few days ago, she had led people to dig open the sealed Changshan Gorge, but they hadn't found him inside...

She firmly believed that Wuyue was imprisoned somewhere, desperately hoping for her rescue.

Her mind was filled with images of Wuyue suffering various terrible torments, and these images echoed in her dreams,

each bringing excruciating pain!

Suddenly, a black plum blossom appeared high above her head, drifting down and

merging , making it difficult to discern with the naked eye whether it was a cloud or something else.

The plum blossom silently and rapidly grew larger; it was no longer a plum blossom, but rather five men in black forming a circle! Judging from their

lightness of movement, their skill was clearly far superior to the dozen or so men from before!

Immediately afterward, another plum blossom appeared on the cliff top, plummeting down.

Beifeng remained seated on the ground, seemingly oblivious in her dazed state!

Two zhang, one zhang, five chi, three chi… five sharp sword tips, gleaming with cold light, swiftly pierced towards her Baihui

acupoint on the top of her head. They seemed to know that only by striking a vital point could they deliver a fatal blow.

Beifeng's clothes billowed up suddenly, her spiritual sense exploded, and she clearly understood the attack points of the enemy's swords and the weaknesses of each of their own techniques. Without

changing her sitting posture, her large curved sword was already drawn without her even noticing. A cold, bluish-gray light drew an arc above her head, and

five drops of blood fell. The black-clad man's five vital acupoints—Yunmen, Qihu, Shenfeng, Jianjing, and Chengfeng—had each been struck by a sword!

The five sword tips immediately became powerless, and were deflected by Beifeng's surging qi. "Pfft pfft pfft~" Five sounds rang out

as they all plunged into the ground.

The five individuals possessed considerable skill; though all were injured, their reactions were still incredibly swift. Using the bent blades of their swords as leverage, they swung

their swords to defend themselves, colliding head-on with the white figure who had already leaped into the air. Bei Feng unleashed a fierce gust of wind from her right palm, while her left finger flicked out

a wisp of finger wind, producing a hissing sound. Two muffled thuds followed, and two black-clad figures fell to the ground like kites with broken strings .

Simultaneously, her large curved blade, like a dragon from the East Sea, attacked the remaining three with the force of thunder and lightning. No wonder, after striking down two with her palm and finger strikes, how could she have time to wield her curved blade? Upon closer inspection, a dark thread

could be seen between her right wrist and the hilt of the blade . 　　In the blink of an eye, the curved blade, gleaming with cold light, silently pierced through the dense curtain of swords. Three sharp "swish" sounds rang out, and three sprays of crimson blood exploded in the air, like a fleeting, brilliant sunset, followed by the earth's collapse, plunging the three into boundless darkness. 　　Bei Feng's legs were spread wide, her dejection, negativity, and sorrow completely swept away. A chilling killing intent surged forth like a tangible force, causing the branches within a three- or four-zhang radius to suddenly move without wind, crackling and snapping incessantly as broken branches fell to the ground! 　　Her tall figure and the dim, bluish-gray crescent moon reflected each other, appearing so lonely in the darkness, yet so awe-inspiring, like an invincible war god who would never perish! 　　Born in war, raised amidst mountains of knives and seas of fire, killing with a knife was as natural as eating with chopsticks, an instinctive action. Only in life-or-death battles did she become that fearless, invincible phoenix among men! 　　Another group of assassins rushed into this turbulent killing intent circle, their figures momentarily halting, their descent slowing. Bei Feng soared into the air, her figure as graceful as a startled swan. Within the range of her extremely strong spiritual sense, the weaknesses of her enemies were as obvious as a sieve. All she had to do was swing her blade; a flash of cold light, then another… 　　The sound of clashing weapons was inaudible, and the battle ended quickly, followed by another wave… 　　Of course, she couldn't always be faster than all her opponents combined, so occasionally a pierce through the barrage of blades, grazing her body. Having her flesh torn open must have been incredibly painful, right? But she didn't even flinch , acting as if nothing had happened… 　　About fifteen minutes later, Bei Feng could finally sit down to rest again, only to find more than twenty corpses . No, not all of them were corpses, because the person lying to her right could still speak! 　　Having learned her lesson, Bei Feng had simultaneously struck his cheekbone, cervical sac, and dicang acupoints, preventing him from chewing poison or biting his tongue to commit suicide. 　　"Who are you? Why have you been following and attacking me all this time?" Bei Feng said coldly. 　　The man in black, his spine broken by the North Wind, was severely injured. His voice was weak as he said, "Tianmen...Tianmen and Rakshasa Gate are sworn enemies, so..." 　　The North Wind interrupted sharply, "You're lying! Tianmen's martial arts are upright and honorable. Your swordsmanship is bizarre and unorthodox, unlike anything I've ever seen. If it weren't for me, ordinary masters would have already perished by my sword... You'd better tell the truth, otherwise..." 　　She grabbed the sword from the man in black's hand and slowly sliced a small piece of flesh from his cheek. The man in black screamed in agony , still gritting his teeth and refusing to yield. Next came gouging out his eyes, cutting his ears, and slicing his nose. Each slice was accompanied by a piercing scream... When she reached the extremely sensitive tender flesh of his waist, the man in black finally couldn't bear it any longer. "Please! Give me a quick death! I...I'll tell you, we're from Flying Eagle Gate..." 　　The North Wind asked again, but received no further information, especially regarding Xiao Wuyue, because he didn't know either. The north wind reached out and pinched his Adam's apple, making a "crunch" sound like crushing a walnut. 　　The night deepened, as if a primordial beast had swallowed most of the crescent moon, leaving only a pointed tip peeking out from behind the dark clouds. A gale rose, and the beautiful woman's clothes were stained with blood, mostly the blood of her enemies, with a small portion being her own. Combined with profuse sweating, she was completely soaked. 　　There were sword wounds about half a foot long on her shoulder, right back, and left arm. The tears in her clothes revealed her raw , jade-like skin, and there were no bandages. It seemed that she possessed some kind of peculiar internal energy; the blood quickly congealed, turning into dark red scars, which looked horrifying. 　　After sitting cross-legged on the ground for only a quarter of an hour, a gust of cold wind blew by, and her clothes froze into ice, sticking to her body uncomfortably. An ordinary person would probably have frozen to death. But she was different; meditating in the freezing cold was commonplace for her. 　　On the hillside a hundred feet away, a pair of eagle-like, sharp eyes stared intently at the small, yet defiant , gritting their teeth for a long while before suddenly disappearing. 　　　　　　　　　　　Meanwhile 　　, Ying'er, having finally helped Wuyue into the sedan chair, struggled back to the courtyard and quickly ordered a maid to fetch hot water, throwing herself into the steaming bath. Of course, before that, she hadn't forgotten to first have Wuyue soak in the warm bath in the heated pavilion, lest he catch a cold. 　　While soaking in the hot water and circulating her internal energy to dispel the cold, Ying'er quickly recovered. Actually, with her skill, she shouldn't have such a sorry state; it was only because she was terrified of water, and the suddenness of the incident had caused her to be so frightened. On such a cold day, the feeling of being soaked in hot water was truly comforting! She couldn't help but sigh contentedly, truly unable to understand why, even though it wasn't her first time taking a hot bath, she had never felt so refreshed before. Amidst the rising steam, a blush suddenly flushed her fair cheeks. 　　She had suddenly recalled the scene on the lake, and her heart pounded wildly. A woman who had been relentlessly pursuing Wuyue for eight or nine days without falling in love was almost unheard of; could Ying'er be an exception ? 　　Thinking of that villain she both loved and hated, Ying'er could no longer sit still. She quickly got up, dried herself , dressed, and hurried to the inner room. Just as she was about to push open the door to the warm chamber, she suddenly remembered something was amiss and instead knocked, calling out loudly , "Are you alright? Have you finished bathing?" 　　Wuyue weakly replied from inside, "I...I'm done." 　　Hearing something was wrong with his voice, Ying'er rushed in and found him leaning against the bathtub, his face contorted in pain , large beads of sweat rolling down his face. 　　She rushed over to support him, her heart pounding with anxiety, and asked, "What...what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" 　　Wuyue struggled to say, "I...I twisted my ankle while practicing my qigong, it's nothing, I'll be...I'll be fine in a bit. Go to sleep , I feel so guilty for making you suffer today." 　　It turned out that he had been consistently practicing the Shaoyang Heart Meridian once a night, and it was probably because of the discomfort he had experienced in the lake earlier...

Cold, his meridians were blocked, and his true energy had been diverted by the forced breakthrough. At this moment, the true energy was surging wildly within his body, causing excruciating

pain, like being cut by knives!

Seeing the unbearable pain on his face, Ying'er couldn't help but shed tears, saying, "You're in this state,

what's kung fu! Come, let me take a look..."

She took a bath towel, wrapped it around his body, and lifted him out of the bathtub. After drying him, she draped a robe over him, helped him sit up against

the headboard , and pressed her palm against his Tianchi acupoint under his ribs. She released her inner force, channeling true energy into his body, occasionally changing

the acupoints into which she injected the true energy, guiding it to circulate along the twelve main meridians of his body. Finding nothing abnormal,

Ying'er couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Could the problem be in one of the eight extraordinary meridians? But he

doesn't look like he's already opened the Ren or Du meridians at all! Even if he had a qi deviation during practice, it wouldn't have gone into the Ren or Du meridians!"

Despite these thoughts, she still moved her palm to Wuyue's Tanzhong acupoint, guiding true energy to examine

the flow of qi in his Ren meridian. As she expected, the Qi flow in Wu Yue's Ren Meridian was abnormally weak. Not only was it blocked, but it also seemed to have

many breaks, a chaotic mess with numerous obstacles, making it much harder to open than for ordinary people! The Du Meridian, Chong Meridian, and other

extraordinary meridians seemed to be even more severely affected!

Although Ying'er was young, she had been guided by a renowned master and had not only opened her extraordinary meridians but was also an expert in this

field . However, she was now dumbfounded, unable to figure out which meridian Wu Yue was having problems with, and naturally unable to

restore his disordered true Qi.

Seeing that he seemed to be in increasing discomfort, Ying'er became flustered and said anxiously, "I've

checked all twelve meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians in your body, but I still can't find where the problem is. I have to go and call my master; she's very capable

and will definitely have a solution!" After saying that, she turned and left.

Wu Yue hurriedly grabbed her hand and said, "No...no need. You didn't find out because...

the mental cultivation method I practice is different from others. It starts from Qihai and proceeds along Guanyuan, Zhongji, Qugu..." He then described the meridian route he used in his practice

.

Ying'er was greatly surprised because these acupoints, in normal people, belong to the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians,

not on any normal qi-flowing meridian. How could they be interconnected? It's like two parallel lines

that can never intersect!

But despite her thoughts, she quickly injected her true qi into Wu Yue's Qihai acupoint, guiding it along

the route he described. This time, she was truly amazed!

This hidden meridian was actually interconnected! However, due to the slight blockage caused by the cold qi entering his body, Wu Yue was

too impatient when trying to clear the blockage, causing his true qi to veer into the small hidden meridians.

To guide the true qi that had entered the small hidden meridians back to its original flow, she had to inject the true qi into his body

and guide it into these dozens of hidden meridians, drawing out the scattered true qi. This was an extremely

painstaking and laborious task, usually requiring a master-level internal energy practitioner to treat.

However, finding the cause made things easier. Seeing his intense pain, Ying'er felt his pain deeply and only wanted to relieve

his suffering as quickly as possible. Confident in her own abilities, she immediately began to use her internal energy to heal him…

After about half an hour, Ying'er was drenched in sweat, wisps of white mist rising from her head.

Her right palm, pressing on Wuyue's dantian, trembled slightly, yet only half of his internal injuries had been healed!

Ying'er knew she couldn't give up now, otherwise the guiding energy would stray again

, and this energy would conflict with the portion she had infused into Wuyue's body, making the situation even more

serious! She gritted her teeth and persevered, gradually becoming drenched in sweat… 　　At the foot of Mount Meng, on the mountain path, Beifeng, also drenched in sweat and his clothes frozen solid, had entered a meditative state. Suddenly, a surge of emotion

gripped him , nearly causing him to suffer a qi deviation! She hurriedly gathered her energy back to her dantian, slowly ending her practice. Why was her heart pounding so fiercely? Could it be him…? 　　A wave of anxiety washed over her, and she could no longer sit still. She leaped into the air, transforming into a wisp of white smoke, soaring back and forth among the dark, undulating mountains! She desperately needed to exhaust her strength so that she wouldn't have any more energy to overthink or be filled with fear. If her mind didn't rest, it would surely be on the verge of collapse! 　　She flew frantically for nearly half an hour, cutting down a third of the dead trees within a five-mile radius. Finally, collapsed against a moss-covered rock, calling out hoarsely, "Wuyue~ Where are you? Answer me~" 　　The echoes from the mountains continued endlessly, the cries of "Answer me~ Answer me…" repeating and fading away until the earth returned to silence… 　　She and Ying'er had many similarities. As the top warriors of two super-powerful martial arts clans that had been rivals for many years, the two had led the Elite Guard and the Dragon Battle Brigade in several fierce battles, almost evenly matched, and regarded each other as mortal enemies. Like their masters, Ying'er was slightly less brave than Beifeng, while Beifeng was less cunning than Ying'er. Yet, at this 　　moment 　　, both were bleeding, sweating, and exerting their utmost for the same person, anxious and restless for the same person! 　　　　　　　　　　　**************** ... 　　Seeing how exhausted Wuyue was because of him, Wuyue felt guilty about his pranks over the past few days and sighed , "Alas! If I had known you cared about me so much, I shouldn't have played that prank and dragged you into it. I'm so sorry! " 　　Ying'er was immediately enraged. Thinking about how much cold lake water she had drunk, she still felt nauseous. Ignoring she pounced on him and roared, "You villain! You were just messing with me! I'm going to strangle you!" As she spoke, she pinched and twisted him wildly. 　　When a woman says she's going to strangle someone, she doesn't really mean to. So Ying'er didn't use her full strength, and her grip became lighter and lighter. But the places she pinched were all Wuyue's ticklish spots, making him laugh until tears streamed down his face, yet he was in excruciating pain. He rolled around on the bed trying to avoid the angry tigress's attacks, but he couldn't escape In desperation, he could only hold onto Ying'er tightly, making it impossible for her to move her hands. 　　The two were locked in a struggle on the bed, wrestling and tumbling like a mixed-gender wrestling match! 　　In the midst of their struggle, it seemed that something had been touched on Ying'er's sensitive area. The beauty let out flushed red, and she froze, seemingly stunned!

Wu Yue noticed the beauty suddenly stop attacking and felt a little strange. He looked up and saw that the beauty's cheeks were flushed,

and her almond-shaped eyes were watery as if they were about to drip water. She was just staring blankly at him. In the previous struggle, her

hair was disheveled and her breasts were half-covered, making her look particularly alluring in the candlelight.

Wu Yue's blood was boiling, and he tightly hugged the beauty and kissed her passionately.

The beauty made "mmm" sounds, pounding the man's chest with her fists, and scolded him with infinite shyness, "You're

so bad! Let... let me go! I..."

Of course, if Ying'er really thought he was bad, she could kill ten Xiao Wu Yues with just a little force!

But as the beauty scolded, her crimson lips slowly opened, a thin mist appeared in her eyes, and her tongue gradually rose

to meet his entanglement... Then the beauty released her fists, no longer hitting Wu Yue, but gently hooking her arms around his

neck .

This was a passionate moment. Ying'er seemed to have opened her heart, actively enjoying this

wonderful , feeling an indescribable pleasure!

Gentle caresses, intertwined lips and tongues, both felt their bodies growing hotter and hotter. The beauty's breathing gradually quickened, and

soft moans escaped her throat...

Unconsciously, the beauty's half-covered breasts opened even wider, her pink bodice fully exposed, her high breasts

protruding high. Wu Yue couldn't resist reaching into the bodice, eagerly grasping and kneading her breasts, rubbing and teasing her tender nipples with

his fingertips . The nipples gradually hardened between his fingers, turning into incredibly tempting

red cherries!

The beauty, flustered, cried out, "Oh! You're so naughty! You can't touch that... shh..."

She twisted her waist restlessly, trying to escape his grasp, but her struggles weren't very

strong . Wu Yue wasn't stupid; he wouldn't stop...

In her dazed state, Ying'er felt something half-soft, half-hard pressing against her thighs. Feeling slightly

strange , she couldn't help but reach out to remove it. To her surprise, it was burning hot to the touch; she realized that the thing was actually growing between

her lover's legs!

The beauty felt as if she'd been electrocuted, understanding most of what was happening. As if encountering a venomous snake, she hastily flung the obscene object

away, overwhelmed with shame, burying her face deeply in the man's arms. Taking advantage of the beauty's flustered state, Wu Yue pressed his

advantage , his grasp now between her legs, gently playing with the alluring little mound.

The beauty reacted as if electrocuted, shoving him away and clamping her legs tightly together, scolding him angrily,

"Take your hands off me!" This time her voice was resolute, as if she were about to turn on him!

Wuyue had no choice but to stop temporarily, but he didn't give up. Slowly and gently, he put his arm around Ying'er's waist again and kissed her

once more . The beauty seemed most susceptible to this tactic, and soon her eyes became glazed with intoxication again.

Wuyue pleaded in a pitiful voice, "Good Ying'er, just let me touch you, I swear, just one touch!" This was

the biggest and most common shocking lie that men all over the world used to coax their girlfriends into bed.

And yet, many girls believed it, including Ying'er. The beauty, panting softly, whispered, "Then...

then you can only touch me once! After that, I should go back to sleep. You're truly my destined nemesis, so

clingy!"

Wuyue pointed to the sky and swore, "Absolutely! If I break my oath, may I be struck by lightning!"

Ying'er quickly covered his mouth with her hot, alluring red lips, panting softly,

"Such an oath can't be made lightly!"

Wuyue's cunning hand didn't go straight for its target, but instead touched the beauty's soft, smooth buttocks,

kneading them incessantly. Ying'er felt a tingling sensation all over her body from the touch, twisting her waist uncomfortably, her breathing becoming more rapid.

Only then slowly move his hand to the beauty's crotch, slipping it inside her underpants, finally touching the beauty's most mysterious triangle.

Ying'er's whole body suddenly tensed, appearing extremely nervous. That was her virgin

territory

Wu Yue whispered gently in her ear, "Baby, don't be afraid, I'll just touch you, just once!"

As he spoke, his nimble fingers explored her secret place.

A little nectar had already seeped out from her jade gate, soaking a patch the size of a thumb on her underpants. The amount of

moisture was far less than that of mature beauties like Hua Ying and Liu Yanniang, yet it seemed precious. After all,

with beautiful women, he was merely "planting flowers for future generations to enjoy the shade," but tonight, he wanted to cultivate

his own private plot!

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to insert his fingers; doing so would be far too wasteful and spoil the mood

for ! He simply extended his fingers slightly upwards, teasing her semi

-erect clitoris...

The beauty felt as if countless ants were crawling all over her body, her body going from tense to limp and

powerless , helplessly letting his cunning hands do as they pleased. The little bean gradually hardened from his

teasing , growing larger than a soybean.

Wuyue's breathing quickened, and he panted impatiently, "My darling Ying'er, would you be my

wife ?"

Ying'er slowly raised her head, gazing deeply into his clear, deep eyes, as if trying to

memorize his image. She said slowly yet firmly, "I—will—because I love you!

But do you love me? Or do you just want to play with me?"

Wuyue said, seemingly quite seriously, "Of course I love you! I'm not a casual person, you know." As he spoke,

he parted her legs and slowly climbed onto her soft, hot body…

After a long pause, she faintly heard him mutter, "Oh no! How could this happen?"

Ying'er asked with great concern, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"

Wuyue stammered, "Uh... no, it's not that there's anything wrong with you, but... no matter what,

you must remember, from now on you are my wife!"

Ying'er murmured, "I will remember, I promise! You must never let me down!"

Wuyue's voice replied, "I promise, I promise!"

The room suddenly fell silent. Was it a case of "silence speaks louder than words, the humble door is now opened for you"? Or

did Wuyue suddenly realize that his paralysis wasn't just limited to his legs? Only he himself

knew ...

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