Men and women giving each other kisses

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Chapter One.
In the darkness of night, shadows swayed.
A sinister, dark figure silently moved through the dense forest, heading straight ahead.
The torches, illuminating the darkness, gradually lit up the forest as the group swiftly traversed the woods.
Ignoring the pursuit of those behind, the figure nimbly leaped over tree after
tree , hurtling forward.
"Quick! Don't let him escape!"
"He's there!"
The torchlight behind them seemed to catch up with the figure, and the pursuers cheered excitedly, their confidence in the hunt
growing stronger.
The figure moved forward as if oblivious, but the pain in his chest was spreading slowly,
gradually numbing his limbs.
He could feel his body growing heavier and heavier. His movements becoming increasingly sluggish…
Clearly, the poison he had ingested due to momentary carelessness was spreading
faster because of his actions.
But he wouldn't give up; he would rather die than give others a chance.
He barely managed to preserve his last breath of true energy, mustered his spirits, and circulated his inner energy to run forward. However, as his movements
slowed, the distance between him and the people behind him grew ever smaller.
Just then, the world opened up before him; he had emerged from the entire forest.
A large clearing stretched out before him, and then—no path!
Before him lay a sheer cliff!
A fierce wind howled, whipping his robes through the air.
Even though the stars and moon had disappeared from view, looking down, he could still clearly see
the numerous sharp , and below, a bottomless abyss!
A faint smile escaped from beneath the mask, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth…
One after another, torches burst forth from the dense forest, instantly illuminating the entire dark
mountaintop and the shadowy figure on the cliff edge—he wore a black robe and a meticulously crafted ghost mask,
sending chills down one's spine!
The flickering firelight on the mask, contrasting with the boundless darkness behind him, made him appear
even more sinister than a vengeful ghost from hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
"The Sorrowful Ghost… The Sorrowful Ghost…"
Upon seeing him, the crowd felt a surge of fear, involuntarily taking several steps back, afraid to advance further.
Their hands, holding torches, began to tremble. They all simultaneously remembered his identity—the shadowy figure standing
before was none other than the four most feared protectors of the Midnight Gate—the Sorrowful Ghost.
Yes, he was indeed the Sorrowful Ghost.
Behind the mask, the sharp glint in his eyes reminded everyone of the Sorrowful Ghost's past methods of killing—
ruthless and never missing a beat.
Even though he was poisoned by the Poison King's Fortress's unique poison, "Returning Leaves to Their Roots," no one dared to take another step forward.
No one could be sure he wouldn't make a desperate last stand, launching a counterattack!
The Sorrowful Ghost smiled slightly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He
glanced at the crowd surrounding him, torches in hand, but their vision was blurred; none of them were clearly visible.
No one in this world could leave a mark on his heart, except—in the moonless, starless
sky , a pure, innocent smile suddenly appeared, causing him even greater pain…
Ah! Xiao Yi.
He suddenly laughed loudly, startling everyone into taking a step back, thinking he was about to pounce and unleash a massacre.
Unexpectedly, he resolutely turned and leaped off the cliff, disappearing into
the abyss , never to be seen again.
He was the Sorrowful Ghost, also known as—Cold Frost!
The soft morning light slowly illuminated Apricot Blossom Island. While the island's inhabitants were still fast asleep, Xiang Ci carried
a small wooden basin filled with coarse cloth towards the stream.
At dawn, no one was washing clothes by the stream; it was the best time to go.
There wouldn't be any old women or aunts staring at her face, making her so embarrassed she didn't know
where to put her feet!
Actually, it wasn't surprising! They just wanted to play matchmaker for her.
In their eyes, such a beautiful and gentle girl was a waste not to marry her to their
stubborn sons,
especially since she was already seventeen, past the age for marriage.
However, Xiang Ci's stubborn "old man" insisted that marriage required Xiang Ci's own
consent, so the many old women on the island whose sons were of marriageable age were desperately trying to
persuade Xiang Ci to agree.
Who would have thought that the old man's beautiful daughter was
the very same lovely woman who had caused so many young men on the island to fall in love with her
? But the old man lived far away, and he and his daughter lived alone in
a Unless absolutely necessary, they rarely stepped outside, making it difficult for anyone to find an opportunity to leave.
Only occasionally, when washing clothes, would they see Xiangci by the stream, carrying a wooden basin.
Because of this, whenever the island's women saw Xiangci, they would
stare at her face, hoping she would nod or at least understand their feelings. Therefore, the gentle and
introverted Xiangci gradually stopped appearing before the village women; after all, being stared at was too embarrassing. She preferred to be like this now, quietly walking alone in the morning light, enjoying the sweet fragrance of apricot blossoms,
while everyone else was still asleep, to wash clothes by the stream. A captivating smile bloomed on her face as she listened happily to the chirping of the birds at dawn, gently making her way to the stream. The babbling water flowed over the pebbles of various sizes in its bed, softly singing its own little melody. She reached the stream and was about to squat down to wash her clothes when a dark shadow on a rock caught her attention. "What's that?" she wondered, following the stream closer to the shadow. Upon closer inspection, she was greatly shocked—good heavens! It was a person! The person was lying face down on a large rock, his lower body completely submerged in the stream, letting the water wash over him… He seemed to have been unconscious for quite some time. Without thinking twice, she quickly put down her wooden tub and waded through the babbling water to reach him. Although she couldn't see his face clearly, she was certain he was a tall man!

Her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, and only then did she remember the ancient precept against physical contact between men and women!
If outsiders saw this, her innocence would be ruined.
But what could she do?
She had already waded across the water, her skirt soaked through. She couldn't just leave him
unconscious there and walk back because of this ancient precept.
What if his life was in danger? Wouldn't she become a "bad person" who abandoned someone in
distress? Having always lived a simple and frugal life, she certainly hadn't considered what she would do if she had rescued a truly wicked person.
The only thought in her mind was that she absolutely could not leave him to die.
She bit her lip, letting the blush spread further down her face, and bent down, intending to turn him over
to help him up.
But he was so heavy!
She reached out and grasped his strong shoulder, using all her strength to turn him over...
Never having touched a man's body before, the accidental contact sent a blush spreading across her delicate
face .
"Ah...are all men's muscles this hard?"
she thought shyly as she struggled to turn him.
Suddenly, his body was turned over, and in the soft morning light, his features were clearly revealed
before .
A surge of heat seemed to erupt from the depths of her heart; the world around her
spun before her eyes, and her jade-like face flushed crimson to her neck!
What a resolute and aloof man! Xiangci stared at him shyly; the deep lines on his face revealed his
unyielding spirit, a single glance enough to make a woman's heart pound uncontrollably.
He wasn't a handsome, refined scholar, but a dashing and imposing man, and a truly
beautiful man .
She had never met a man like this before!
The bright morning light had already warmed her slightly, reminding her that she couldn't hesitate any longer. If someone came into the
vicinity , it could really lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.
She bent down again, reached under his armpits, and with all her might, gritted her teeth and supported
his tall, heavy body.
Good heavens! He was so heavy, almost crushing her to the ground. However, a
willpower made her grit her teeth, struggling to support his weight, and slowly wading
across the stream towards the bank.
*Phew*—she breathed a sigh of relief, finally reaching the shore.
She was already drenched in sweat. The moment her feet touched the bank, she felt a slight relief and her body went limp
, causing the tall, strong man she had been supporting to fall to the ground as well.
She gasped in surprise, finding herself completely beneath him, his tall, heavy body pressing down on her like a
thick .
Oh! Good heavens!
She felt like she was burning up inside!
Luckily, he was unconscious; otherwise, she would be utterly ashamed to face her family and friends in Jiangdong.
She silently prayed to heaven that he wouldn't wake up now, and that
no one would pass by before she took him home.
She struggled to crawl out from under his body, her neatly combed black hair now strayed in a few strands,
clinging to her flushed, smooth cheeks, making her look somewhat disheveled. But she had no time to worry about such
trivial matters ; her pounding heart could only focus on how to lift him up from the ground and
take him home…
Thinking of this, her slender eyebrows furrowed even more. What to do? It was so difficult!
But if she didn't take him home, could she just leave him lying on the ground unconscious?
No way! What was the point of her previous efforts, disregarding the impropriety of men and women?
She wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead, reached under his arm again, and with all her might, helped him up,
continuing to support his tall and strong frame as they slowly made their way home.
Old Man Gu, carrying a fishing rod, was about to go fishing when he encountered his daughter
returning .
However, to his astonishment, his daughter was now panting as she helped a large man back!
This… was this appropriate?
She was a young, unmarried woman!
He immediately dropped his fishing rod and stepped forward to help the seemingly unconscious stranger.
“Father, I saw this man faint by the stream, so…”
Under Old Man Gu’s disapproving gaze, Xiangci’s initial
joy instantly turned into a shy whisper. Seeing her father’s furrowed brows, she suddenly realized
just how “improper” men and women should be. Alas! She had overstepped her bounds.
Even though it was her own father, she could clearly sense that he strongly disapproved of her "righteous act."
Instantly, her beautiful face flushed even hotter, and she lowered her head, not daring to raise it again.
"Sigh! This girl!" Old Gu thought to himself. Didn't she know how treacherous people could be?
What if she brought back a bad person? Wouldn't that be like inviting a wolf into the house?
Seeing her guilty expression, all the blame in Old Gu turned into a helpless sigh.
He shook his head, helped the tall man into the house, and settled him on the only empty bed in the room—his
study.
When Xiangci saw her father finally help him inside, her clear, bright eyes regained their light, and the
heavy weight in her heart finally lifted.
A sweet smile bloomed on her face, and she obediently followed her father into the study.
She stood silently to the side, watching her father take the man's pulse on the bed, not daring to disturb him.
The old man frowned again, staring at the pale-faced man lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
He had been poisoned by the Poison King's Fortress's "Return to Roots" poison!
How could this man have provoked the Poison King's Fortress? This showed that his background was definitely not simple.
Usually, one should stay as far away from such a man as possible, but unfortunately, Xiangci
had brought him home!
For some reason, he had a vague sense of unease—he couldn't help but notice
the dangerous aura emanating from this man, as if he came from the dark underworld.
He frowned, beginning to regret that he had softened his heart and brought him into the house because of Xiangci's pleas
.
Xiangci, seeing her father's brows furrowing more and more, felt even more worried, because she had never seen him before.
So serious.
"Father, what's wrong with him? Is he alright?"
A soft, melodious voice rang out, only making the old man's brows furrow even more, his worries deepening
.
"Xiangxiang, you're a girl, how can you show so much concern for a strange man?
Even if our family is just a small one, you mustn't forget to protect your reputation!"
he earnestly reminded her.
Upon hearing this, her flawless white face suddenly turned bright red, filled with shame.
She could feel her pounding heart seemingly exposed under her father's all-knowing, stern
gaze .
The old man, seeing this, became even more certain that his premonition was correct; this man would definitely disrupt his
beloved daughter's peaceful and simple life.
Now, he was only unconscious, yet he was already affecting Xiangci's emotions so much; if he woke up, wouldn't his silly
daughter be in even greater danger?
He was very certain that if this man woke up, he would definitely... It was even more irresistibly attractive.
No! As long as he, the old man, lived, he would prevent this danger from happening. He would never
let his daughter take the first wrong step.
Otherwise, why would he have gone through so much hardship to take his daughter and live in seclusion on this
island , no longer involved in the affairs of the martial world?
"Alright! Go down! Don't worry about this man's life or death, that's not your concern." He
saw Xiangci blushing so much that she couldn't even lift her head, yet she seemed hesitant to speak, and immediately realized what she was truly
worried about .
"Xiangxiang, since Father let him in, he definitely won't let him die under our roof, so
can you rest assured now?"
Xiangci became even more shy upon hearing this, silently nodding, and quietly walked out.
Xiangci sadly thought to herself, this was the first time she had seen her beloved father so stern and stern.
Her father, usually so kind and gentle like a smiling Buddha, had given her a stern
truly overstepped his bounds to upset him so much?
She quietly walked outside to the apricot tree, letting the breeze soothe her burning cheeks.
The sweet, intoxicating fragrance of the apricot blossoms calmed her, slowing her rapid heartbeat
. She thought of her earlier outburst; she believed her father must have sensed her heart's uncontrollable
attraction to that man, hence his harsh reprimand.
But, Father! Her heart had already stirred, it couldn't stop. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind was
filled with the resolute, handsome face of that stranger, an image she couldn't shake.
What to do? She seemed... to be really attracted...
She couldn't forget the heavy feeling of him pressing down on her—he was so big... so strong... it made it hard for her
to breathe . Although he was soaked and cold, his hard muscles and strong masculine physique were still hard for her to
ignore.
And then there was his masculine scent, which suddenly made her clearly aware that she was a woman, and his
chest pressing against her shoulders and back… She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch her neck. A few times, his
tightly closed lips had even brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. Thinking of this, her
face, which had just calmed down, flushed again.
Oh God! She dared not let her father know that the man had actually taken away many of the
rights that should have belonged to her husband. She was terrified that if her father found out, he really wouldn't want to save him!
For some reason, she had a feeling—her father seemed very averse to her contact with that man.
Sigh…
A petal of apricot blossoms, blown by the wind, suddenly drifted into her eyes. She reached out and gently brushed it away, only
to realize her hands were empty!
How could she have forgotten that the dirty clothes were still in the wooden basin!
She quickly ran into the house with small, quick steps, but didn't dare rush into the study or shout
. She simply stood obediently outside the study and whispered,
“Father, I forgot the laundry basin by the stream. I'll go get it now. I'll cook for you when I get back.
Don't go fishing alone on an empty stomach while I'm gone.”
“I know, go ahead! Be careful on the way. Don't bring anyone back, no matter
how badly injured they are, I won't accept them.” The old man waved his hand, making Xiangci's face flush even more
.
She nodded, blushing, and hurriedly disappeared at the end of the apricot blossom path.
Old Gu Tou watched her disappearing figure, his heart growing heavier.
"Alas—Xiangxiang! Do you know what a dangerous man you rescued?"
As he removed the man's soaking wet black robe, an unexpected treasure fell from it:
the Midnight Gate's guardian token—the Edict of the Sorrowful Ghost!
Good heavens! He felt a sudden dizziness, for—legend had it that the mysterious assassin group Midnight Gate
had four guardians: Joyful Demon, Wrathful Demon, Sorrowful Ghost, and Joyful Monster!
Once they placed a order, the target was doomed, for no one had ever
escaped their pursuit; no one had ever seen their true faces, for they always
wore ghost masks on their missions.
However, there was another rumor circulating in the martial arts world: the four guardians weren't hideous
monsters , but rather, each a stunningly handsome man.
However, no one had ever been able to verify this rumor.
Seeing them today, they were indeed extraordinary!
However, for the father and daughter, he was far too dangerous and unapproachable!
At lunchtime, Xiangci cooked a pot of delicious fish porridge for her father, refreshing and delicious.
Accompanying the tasty porridge was the sweet fragrance of apricot blossoms wafting in the air, allowing Xiangci
to enjoy her lunch quietly and happily.
Without warning, Old Man Gu spoke up: "Xiangxiang, stay away from that man!"
His words stunned Xiangci. She put down her spoon and looked at her father's kind face.
"Father..." Why did her father say that? Did he not trust her, thinking she would overstep her bounds?
Her beautiful eyes, filled with questioning light, evoked a deep sense of pity in Old Man Gu.
"Ah! Silly girl, how could I not trust you? But do you know
the ?"
"What background?"
The old man glanced into Xiangci's innocent, untouched eyes, and swallowed the answer that was about to come out.
It was better... not to let her know.
The less she knew about the bloody affairs of the martial world, the better. Because, what if that man really was
the infamous, fearsome ghost of legend? Wouldn't she be in even more danger?
After a quick mental calculation, he decided to keep this secret.
"Ahem, Father means... what if his intentions are bad, Xiangxiang? Listen to Father, stay away from him, do
n't accidentally give him your heart..."
Could it be that her father had already seen through her thoughts? Thinking this, Xiangci's face flushed even more uncontrollably
.
The old man shook his head and sighed, unable to eat any more porridge. He put the bowl on the table and
looked at her blushing face.
"Xiangxiang, lift your head and look at your father—tell him that your heart is still with you, and you have
n't given it away to some stranger of unknown origin."
Xiangci mustered her courage and looked up at him, but upon meeting his clear gaze, she almost looked away again
and lowered her head. She could only look helplessly into his eyes with her bright, clear pupils, unable to
nod or shake her head.
The old man grew even more anxious, his tone becoming increasingly forceful, "Xiangxiang—"
Looking into the worry in her father's eyes, the usually obedient and filial girl immediately understood that she shouldn't
persist, because it would only worry him. He had raised her all these years, and she was his only daughter;
she didn't want him to worry about her. "Father, no. Don't worry, Xiangxiang's heart is still with her,
and she hasn't given it to anyone."
She gave a gentle smile, hoping to soothe her father's heart.
The old man gazed at her gentle smile for a long while. "Alright, then promise me you'll stay far away from that
man ."
"Okay, I promise you." As she spoke, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed, but she still looked at
her father tenderly and made the promise softly, "I will definitely stay far away from that man."
"Good. Once he regains consciousness, regardless of whether his injuries have healed or not, I will ask him to leave our house.
You are not allowed to plead for him then."
Ah—he's leaving as soon as he wakes
up? The thought made her heart ache even more, but she suppressed those inappropriate emotions, her pale
face showing as she nodded, saying nothing more.
Perhaps… this man already has a lover back home, waiting for him to return. How could a man as outstanding as him
not have one? Maybe he already has a wife and children…
The thought made her heart feel as if it had been pierced by needles, so painful! Her face paled even more
…
When the old man saw Xiangci's pale face, he couldn't help but feel heartache, but for her future , he had to insist on what he should insist on —
Daughter! Don't blame your father for being too hard-hearted, it's all for
your own good . Your father ca n't bear to see you suffer even greater harm in the future. Do you understand your father 's good intentions ? Dad said he had already detoxified him, so why was his body still so hot, and why did he show no signs of waking up? She reached out and gently touched his still frighteningly hot forehead. Sigh! Why was he still so hot? Was there any way to lower his temperature? She was so shy that she didn't even dare to look below his neck. Although he was covered with a thin blanket , Dad had warned her that he was "wearing nothing" under it! They just didn't have any clothes large enough for him, so they had to "maintain the status quo" for now! And it was broad daylight! Her father said the weather was too sunny and decided to leave her here alone to take care of him while he went fishing! She didn't understand why her father, who had been so worried just two days ago, was now so at ease about the two of them "alone in a room." Actually, she didn't understand that after two days and one night of careful observation, her father realized he was overthinking things. The man was clearly still in a dangerous period, even unconscious; how could he possibly harm his daughter ? So, after personally caring for him for two days and one night, he decided to stop worrying unnecessarily. Besides, taking care of him so tirelessly had almost exhausted his old bones. Therefore, he decided to take a long vacation, using the daytime to go fishing and rest. Anyway, the man wouldn't wake up anytime soon; he could leave his kind and understanding daughter to care for him until the dangerous period was over, then he would take over. And so, on this bright spring day, the "burden" of care once again fell on the gentle and obedient Xiangci. And she, always an obedient daughter, did whatever her father said, never daring to disobey . At this moment, her blushing face was lowered, though she was somewhat puzzled by her father's inconsistent attitude. Yet, she still "dutifully" cared for the unconscious "patient" on the bed. She gently wiped his forehead, gently wiped his burning cheeks, gently wiped him… Her lingering gaze lingered on his face, and before she knew it, the towel had fallen into the basin of water. Her fingers replaced the towel, gently caressing his lips… Time seemed to stand still, leaving only her heart pounding in her chest… So hot… so hot… Was it the torment of hellfire? Otherwise, why was he so hot, as if his whole body was about to evaporate ? Where was he?

Darkness enveloped him, yet why did he see only blazing,
golden flames before him? The blinding fire blurred his senses. Had he truly arrived in hell?
Why were there so many fires
...fire everywhere...?
Who could extinguish these flames before him? They burned him so painfully...
Who...who could save him...? Suddenly, a fair, delicate face appeared before him. She had a pair of
innocent, eyes! "
Is it you, Xiaoyi...? Is it you?
You've come to see me.
Do you understand my heart, Xiaoyi...? Don't go...Xiaoyi, stay by my side...
Xiaoyi, do you know how beautiful and pure you are...?
I long to have you...Xiaoyi..."
In his hazy vision, he seemed to truly see a snow-white face, gazing at him with worry and deep affection.
"Xiao Yi...it really is you, it really is you..." All the fantasies hidden in his heart turned into reality
. He excitedly reached out his arm, pulled her head down, and kissed the lips he had longed for.
Xiang Ci was so frightened that she forgot to struggle. She had never known that a man's strength could be so great!
She had seen him slightly furrow his brow and had quickly pulled her hand back, thinking he was about to wake up.
But then he suddenly pulled her head down and kissed her lips—she was terrified!
His strength was so great! And...and...his tongue...
Taking advantage of her momentary stammer, he slipped into her mouth, searching her moist tongue, and then
entwined himself with her!
Oh! God! How could he… how could
they be nothing to each other!
She began to struggle, raising her hands to push him away…
but he held on even tighter. He seemed to sense her struggle, but the high fever had already
burned away his reason, leaving only his most primal desire.
No! Xiaoyi… don't refuse me!
He suddenly pulled her onto the bed, his strong arms coiling around her slender, soft body like snakes!
No!
She tried to push him away, but unexpectedly… He dragged her onto the bed, slamming her against his strong, tall
frame , pressing her tightly against his body.
The softness against the hardness! A thrilling spark ignited instantly.
He groaned in her mouth, his warm breath filling her mouth, making her even more ashamed.
Oh! His touch was so soft, so wonderful. He lingered, his caresses moving over the beautiful curves of her back,
from top to bottom… then from bottom to top, back and forth, relentlessly.
God! Someone save her!
She gasped softly in his mouth, a strange fire burning wherever his large hands touched… One by one,
flames were ignited.
What kind of feeling was this? She couldn't control the urge to curl up completely. But she couldn't
! She was an unmarried young woman! This was inappropriate.
She frantically struggled to get up, too innocent to understand the
effect !
He breathed heavily, unable to withstand the "torture" of her delicate body any longer. His initially tender kisses gradually spiraled out of control,
becoming increasingly violent. He bit her lips, swallowed her tongue, and his large hands kneaded her round, beautiful buttocks,
caressing them incessantly.
The thin blanket between them had long since been pushed aside by the intense friction, half hanging
on his feet, half slipping off the bed, exposing his strong, muscular body.
She panicked, completely at a loss. She tried to push him away, only to find
his bare, hard muscles pressed against her palm, causing her to quickly withdraw her hand.
But this only made it easier for him to do as he pleased.
What to do? She was so panicked and confused! Her whole body felt like it was being burned, hot and dizzy. She couldn't tell if
this feeling was excitement or discomfort
. She had never been touched so nakedly by a man before. She was so flustered that she didn't know how to resist or how to handle herself.
Her nose and mouth were filled with his rough, wild breath... it was so overwhelming that she almost fainted.
His excited hands had already slipped inside the hem of her skirt, which he had crumpled into a ball, and were now exploring the soft, tender flesh
between , kneading and rubbing it through her panties...
Oh! God—what was this feeling?
Her whole body arched involuntarily, and she let out a soft cry, which only
aroused him further.
Xiaoyi...
He continued to knead her flesh, turning her around while holding her, pressing her down beneath him, his strong body pressing heavily
on her.
No! No! They were nothing to each other, how could they…
She gasped for breath, trying to push him away, but bound by “the constraints of propriety,” she dared not actually reach out to touch
his body.
She wanted to speak, but his lips and tongue were captured in hers, preventing her from making a sound.
His naked, muscular chest began to knead her soft breasts, kneading her until she was almost weak and powerless,
gradually losing even her most basic willpower.
His masculine aura enveloped her completely. He encircled her in his arms, firmly kissing her lips,
silencing her ability to think…
She almost forgot what breathing was. Gradually, the sensual taste of their first kiss softened her body,
softened her mind, softened her heart…
Slowly, her limp hands fell to her sides, barely supporting her on the edge of the bed, weakly resisting the intense and
resolute onslaught of passion.
He seemed to sense her softening, so he released her lips and instead traced the smooth curves of her neck,
savoring her delicate skin. If her clothing obstructed his progress, he would loosen it and move it aside.
Slowly, her flawless skin was gradually revealed to the spring air, its subtle
fragrance drawing his lips and teeth.
Finally, he reached his most longed-for secret place, untying her skirt, unfastening her underpants… pulling them down one by one
, then cupping her soft buttocks to his lips, licking her tender, virginal spot—oh my god… oh my god
…
she was powerless to resist! Yet the agonizing pleasure forced her to moan, but
almost immediately, she was startled by her own lewd cry.
She covered her mouth with her hand, silencing the sound.
But intermittent breaths still escaped through her fingers, echoing in his ears, stimulating him…
His desire burned even brighter.
Oh! So this was the sound of his beloved Xiaoyi in the heat of passion, so alluring.
He licked away the nectar dripping from her vulva, licked his lips, and kissed his way back up to her fair
neck.
He pressed himself against her again, pulling down her hand that was covering her mouth, lifting her thighs, and pressing
his erect penis against the wetness between her legs, slowly pushing it in.
Xiaoyi was so small, he couldn't hurt her…
This lingered in his burning mind; all the tenderness and love were focused on this one thing.
He had to be careful, ah! His beloved Xiaoyi.
A satisfied smile played on his resolute lips as he pressed down on the soft woman beneath him,
pushing in all the burning passion he had for Xiaoyi!
"No—it hurts!"
No matter how gentle and careful he was, his strong, hard male desire still stung her virgin passage, which had never
been penetrated Her limp body suddenly tensed up again, and she couldn't help but open her eyes,
looking at him in pain, wanting to push him away—but it was too late!
He was so attracted by the dense, warm embrace inside her that he completely forgot his initial caution. He released all his hidden
emotions and pushed himself completely into her silky depths, making the most intimate union with her.
But she tensed up in pain and couldn't help but cry out!
"No...it hurts! No...stop...stop—"
Feeling her tense up
again , gritting his teeth to suppress his intense desire to release, barely remaining deep inside her—waiting for her to adjust to
him.
"Xiaoyi... relax... it won't hurt anymore... it won't hurt in a bit... I was too rough..."
His gentle and affectionate murmurs gradually entered her hazy mind, and her thoughts
slowly cleared. Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, who is that? She wondered to herself, could it be... the lover
waiting for him in the distance? No—only now did she truly understand how unbearable that heart-wrenching pain was. But who could she blame ? It was herself... she had given herself to him! She could have resisted strongly, but she... didn't! Simply because she selfishly wanted to leave behind a tender, sweet memory! Suddenly, she froze, as if only now did she see her own heart clearly, and only then was she willing to honestly admit one thing—it was she who wanted to give herself to him! So, they were like this... she really couldn't blame anyone, and if she could only keep him as a memory, then she had to cherish this tender moment with him. Even this profound pain, she had to experience it fully! She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, hearing him tenderly whisper her lover's name in her ear. "Xiao Yi... Xiao Yi..." He was completely oblivious to the sorrow of the woman beneath him; his heart and feverish mind were filled only with the image of his beloved. He buried his face in her smooth neck, noticing that her soft body seemed less tense, more accepting of his presence, and so he began to move rhythmically. His large hand pulled down her wrist, preventing her from covering her soft moans, while his other hand cupped her buttocks, welcoming his advance. "Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, I love your moans, make them for me... Yes, just like that... Let me know ... It's not just me enjoying it... You like it too..." He panted as he thrust into her again and again, expressing all the wild fantasies he had ever had in his heart. When he couldn't take it anymore, he buried his face in her sweet neck, and used both hands to cup her soft buttocks, welcoming the increasingly uncontrollable thrusts from below, so that he could completely and thoroughly invade her softest depths. "Xiaoyi... never leave me again..." Tears welled up in her eyes again, the flames of desire surging through her body, the pleasurable pain rising higher and higher until she could no longer bear it, feeling as if her whole body was about to break... Yet, the whispered words of love he uttered in her ear also placed her heart on the edge of both sweetness and bitterness... Just when she thought she could no longer hold on, he would always push her closer to heaven... Finally, the stars in the sky collapsed, and she fell back onto the bed, dizzy and dazed; and he, too, fell onto her, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe. For a long while, she was almost unconscious, even her heart seemed to be trapped in the intoxicating passion, unable to recover. Then, little by little, her shy blood began to beat again. Oh! She really did it! It was as if, at this moment, the propriety and decorum that had been swept away by pleasure had returned to her bloodline, which had always upheld the virtues of a woman. She was so ashamed that she felt like she was burning up, and almost immediately wanted to get up and rush back to her room. However, his strong male body still pressed her heavily on the bed, and he seemed to have no intention of getting up. She blushed and raised her slender hand, wanting to push him away and get up. But to her surprise, he reached out and grasped her slender wrist, separating them and placing them on either side of her body. The part that had been inside her earlier regained its vitality and became lively again. She gasped in surprise, "Heavens! He wouldn't be thinking of...?" But he did think of it, and as soon as he thought of it, he immediately put it into practice. He pressed heavily on her, his large hands grasping her slender wrists on either side of her body, and began to thrust back and forth firmly... She didn't even have a chance to break free. She wanted to arch her back and pull away, but instead, the muscles inside her body moved, making her even more restrained and welcoming him. Both of them couldn't help but groan simultaneously at the intense pleasure—his hot breath smacked her sensitive earlobe, then spread down her delicate neck, tormenting her with each thrust. Her tender, snow-white body began to throb faintly. Good heavens! Was this agonizing passion never going to end ? She still only dared to gently push his body away, slowly sliding out from beneath him… She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, panting slightly, her hand lightly touching her chest, feeling her heart still pounding fiercely, her breath still erratic. Turning to look at him, in the afterglow of the setting sun, his strong, upright body seemed to be bathed in golden light as well.

The naked body shimmered with a dazzling light.
Her face flushed even more, and she breathed heavily. She quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at the curves behind him—
a completely naked man's body!
Even though they had done *that* several times, to her, he was still a stranger.
The thought of this brought back memories of their previous lovemaking. She covered her burning cheeks, forcing
herself not to think about those explicit images anymore.
It should all end here!
It's all in the past!
She believed it would all pass.
After all, in his heart, she was just a substitute for "Xiaoyi"!
She sighed deeply. It was all her own choice; she couldn't blame anyone else.
He might never even know she existed.
It didn't matter, she told herself. This was enough for her to cherish for a lifetime; she didn't regret it.
The setting sun slowly disappeared into the distance. She blinked again, this time without a moment's hesitation.
She bent down as much as she could
herself up.
Hopefully, her father wouldn't notice anything. She blushed and looked down at herself.
Inadvertently, her peripheral vision caught sight of the thin blanket that had slipped to the floor.
She quickly picked it up and gently covered him with it.
Then, she realized with dismay—he was still lying face down!
This position made her incredibly embarrassed, because it made her wonder why he was lying face down.
But… she really didn't dare to go over and straighten him. She was terrified that if she moved him, he would
pull her onto the bed again!
What should she do? Would her father find out?
She hesitated for a long time, still not daring to touch him rashly. Finally, with a heavy
heart, she gave up.
It's better not to! She was so afraid… what if he really dragged her onto the bed again… and what if her father happened to see them when he
returned home ? That would be the end of it!
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Chapter 3
Xiangci had just stepped out of the study with a basin of water when she bumped into the old man who was just entering the house in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He excitedly held up a string of large fish in his hand, showing off his harvest like a treasure, "Xiangxiang, look
what Dad caught for our dinner!"
She was not prepared for this, and her heart jumped in surprise. Her hands unconsciously loosened, and the basin of water
fell to the ground with a thud, spilling water all over the floor.
"Look at you, still so timid! How come you spilled the water basin the moment your father yelled? Hehehe!
Is your father that scary?" She forced a smile, a response to her father's teasing, but
her heart was pounding.
Calm down! Xiangci, you must calm down, lest you arouse your father's suspicion. Just act as usual
.
She kept encouraging herself, trying to muster enough courage to
face her father as naturally as before.
She bit her lip, forcing a smile onto her face, picked up the water basin, and stood up.
"Father, are you hungry? I'll go prepare dinner for you."
"Don't rush, don't rush, Dad isn't hungry yet. But what's wrong with you?"
The old man frowned, looking at her face with dissatisfaction. "Why are you so pale?
Could it be that our 'delicate guest' has worn you out?"
Hearing this, her heart skipped a beat. She clutched the basin to her chest, looking back at her father's concerned
face.
She realized guiltily that her hands, which were tightly holding the basin, were ice-cold!
"He's alright… just a little feverish. I need to keep changing the towel covering his forehead."
She smiled weakly, saying nothing more, then turned and went into the kitchen, avoiding her father's sharp
gaze.
She wasn't sure she could hold on any longer under his watchful eyes .
While preparing dinner in the kitchen, she took the opportunity to calm herself and adjust her emotions.
Stepping out of the hall, she saw her father already sitting at the table, waiting for her.
His insightful eyes stared intently at her, making her scalp tingle
and her heart, which had finally calmed down, began to race again.
"Xiangxiang, Dad just went in to check on him and found that he was sleeping face down... What happened, Xiangxiang?
Did you move his body?"
Her hand holding the soup trembled slightly, almost spilling the soup, but she managed to remain calm and safely placed
the soup on the table.
Unable to discern her father's intentions, she cautiously replied, "No, Xiangxiang didn't
move his body."
"Then why is he sleeping face down? Logically, if he's unconscious, he shouldn't be moving… Could it be that
he woke up?"
These questions, sharper and more direct than the last, terrified Xiangci, leaving her speechless. "
Why isn't Xiangxiang speaking?"
A chill began to creep up from the soles of her feet, slowly spreading to her limbs…
"Xiangxiang,"
her father's voice seemed to come from afar. She looked up blankly, her body, newly
experienced intimacy, already exhausted from an afternoon of revelry. Now, coupled with the constant tension and relaxation
, it finally overwhelmed her already weakened body.
Darkness enveloped her, and she softly fainted.
"Xiangxiang!"
"Xiaoyi…"
A satisfied smile played on his lips. He hugged the soft blanket tightly, like he would a beloved woman…
Then he gradually woke up. He blinked, his heart still lingering in that dreamlike passion.
For a moment, he really couldn't tell whether what he had experienced was real or just his
imagination.
He unconsciously hugged the thin blanket in his arms, only to realize with a sense of loss that what was in his arms was not the
person who had captivated him, but a thin blanket...
So, it was all a dream.
He dejectedly released the blanket in his arms, slowly sat up, feeling as if he had lost something important
, his heart empty...
It turned out that it was all just a dream, yet everything in the dream felt so real...
He moved his fingers, as if he could still feel the woman's warm, smooth, and fragrant skin...
Could it all be fake?
He still remembered the soft, tingling feeling when he entered her tight body, as if he had entered a paradise,
and her delicate moans still echoed so clearly in his ears.
A gentle breeze blew by, and a chill ran through him. He realized he was covered in sweat.
Looking down was horrified to find himself completely naked!
Only then did he turn his attention to his body. He frowned, his
mind the events before he jumped off the cliff. Yet, upon waking, he found himself in an unfamiliar place
. Who had saved him, or...
who had imprisoned him?
He glanced around, unsure whether he was in the hands of the enemy or in someone else
's territory .
He got out of bed and stepped firmly on the ground, surprised to find that the pain in his chest was gone.
On the contrary, he felt his blood and energy flowing smoothly, and even the old wound from when the sect leader struck him earlier no longer bothered him.
Who on earth... could possibly have the means to undo the "Return to Roots" curse of the Poison King's Fortress, and even heal the
old wounds festering in his chest?
He couldn't help but look down at his naked body, wondering why the "master" who had healed him
hadn't provided him with any clothing
. Suddenly, he noticed some dark red stains on his genitals. What were they? In
the dim light filtering into the room before dawn, his keen eyes immediately recognized them—
bloodstains !
How could there be bloodstains on his genitals ? Could it be
that the passion in his dream... was all real?
In his hazy state, he seemed to have truly embraced a woman's body, softer and more beautiful than jade...
He went back to the bedside, picked up the thin blanket, and examined it. Sure enough! There were bloodstains on the bed, and even the thin blanket was
stained with some.
He had always thought he was embracing Xiaoyi from his dream, the woman he could never have in his life!
Unexpectedly… he had actually possessed the body of a pure young girl—so those soft, delicate moans
had truly existed… But why didn't she push him away? Isn't a woman's most precious possession her
chastity? He put down the thin blanket in his hands, walked to the window, and looked at the sky gradually revealing the dawn. However,
all he could see was a grove of apricot blossoms in full bloom.
He began to feel a little lost. Where was he?
"You're awake,"
a rough, hoarse voice came from the doorway. He couldn't help but turn his head and saw that the speaker was a short,
old man.
The old man entered the study and looked at the cold, imposing man standing by the window.
In the faint morning light, his naked body was illuminated, highlighting his strong, muscular physique and
making him appear even more dashing, resolute, and upright.
"Did you save me, sir?"
The old man smiled slightly to himself, thinking, "He's quite polite." But his expression was very
serious , because he hadn't forgotten that this man had disrupted his daughter's life.
Thinking of his daughter, now unconscious in bed, his heart ached. After examining her
pulse had painfully discovered—she was no longer a virgin!
He had only been gone for a day, and when he returned at dusk, their world had completely
changed .
All because he had been too careless. He was filled with remorse for his momentary negligence, but it
was too late to undo the damage.
Although he didn't know the details of the incident, he was determined to seek justice for his daughter.
The old man carefully examined the man from head to toe in the dim sunlight. Suddenly, his gaze
returned, fixing on a certain spot between the man's legs!
In the morning light, there were traces of blood on his docile and quiet, large male organ!
That was—the thought that it was most likely his precious daughter's virgin blood made the old man's
chest uneasy; a fire began to rise, and even his tone turned
sour .
"It was me, no doubt."
"Thank you for saving me, sir. May I ask your name, my benefactor? If there's an opportunity in the future, I, Leng, will certainly repay you."
Leng Shuang faced his benefactor with ease, noticing his gaze fixed on his crotch.
It seemed the woman must be someone to this old man.
It was indeed an awkward moment, but Leng Shuang felt there was no need to avoid it. After all, he had indeed
done what he wanted—even though he was still unconscious at the time, that didn't change
the fact.
He had already mentally prepared himself for any unpleasant situation.
"Your name is unnecessary. I only want to ask you one thing:
was ruined by you?"
The old man didn't mince words, directly voicing his doubts.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor! Before settling scores, one must double-check everything! Since the other party intends to
"repay a debt of gratitude," he naturally doesn't need to be too polite.
Leng Shuang hesitated for a moment; then, she spoke frankly, "Yes, it is I."
A surge of boiling anger flashed in the old man's eyes. He didn't know whether to be more angry at his own negligence or at the
other party's "shamelessness"!
"In that case, please take responsibility first—"
"Responsibility?" Leng Shuang frowned, staring at the old man before her.
"That's right! Speaking of repaying a debt of gratitude, this old man dares not accept it," the old man waved his hand with a cold laugh, his words...
Hidden with displeasure and anger, he said, "Just marry my daughter!" If he thought he could just eat and leave,
he wouldn't let him get away with it.
"Marry my daughter?"
"Why not? Perhaps you already have a wife and children waiting for you back home?" Oh right! How could he not have thought of
that ? If that were the case, who would clear his daughter's name? More importantly, would anyone want
her in the future?
"No! I, Leng, am not yet married."
Leng Shuang answered honestly, but… the thought of marriage was something he had never even considered.
In his life, besides Ziyemen, it was always Ziyemen; he had no interest in other women,
except for Xiaoyi…
Thinking of that innocent little girl, his heart ached again.
However… The old man's voice pulled him back to reality. "Since that's the case, then there
's nothing to worry about, isn't there?"
Although the old man wasn't happy to marry his beloved, only daughter to
someone who lived on the edge, who else could Xiangci marry if not him? After all, she had already given herself to this kind of person, hadn't she?
Sigh—this man's character was truly impeccable. Apart from his profession, which was really questionable,
everything else combined was better than the young men of Xinghua Island. Sigh! The old man couldn't help but sigh. Leng
Shuang silently looked at the old man who had been observing him but kept sighing. He felt a mix
of amusement and exasperation. Clearly, the old man in front of him didn't seem very satisfied with him either—he believed that if
he hadn't accidentally taken the old man's daughter's virginity, the old man would never have
given his daughter to him!
He was unwilling to marry a woman he had never even met, a woman he had only
met briefly, but the problem was, could he refuse?
This old man was his savior!
All the refusals that reached his lips turned into silent protest. Thinking it over, he figured he'd
never marry the one he truly wanted anyway, so what difference did it make who he married?
Fat, thin, ugly, beautiful… what difference did they make to him
? Every woman was meaningless to him, wasn't she?
Aside from the one he loved most, whom he could never marry, what else did he have to insist on?
"Speaking," the old man sneered at the silent Leng Shuang. "So—you have no
objections?"
Leng Shuang's eyes instantly cleared. "Thank you for your consideration, father-in-law. I certainly wouldn't dare refuse."
"Sigh! We're going to be in-laws! All this 'father-in-law' and 'I' and 'I'—it sounds so awkward!
Just call me father-in-law or dad!" Hearing Leng Shuang agree, the old man immediately
forgot his "sin."
"Yes, father-in-law." Leng Shuang didn't refuse, readily agreeing to the old man's wishes.
"Hahaha... Good, good!" With his worries resolved, Old Man Gu felt much better, and his laughter
naturally carried a hint of joy.
Old Man Gu was originally a carefree and unrestrained man, but all along, his only concern
had been his only daughter. Now that he had arranged her future, he no longer had any worries.
After taking out clothes to cover Leng Shuang, he led her to Xiang Ci's boudoir.
Wearing rough clothes that were obviously too short, Leng Shuang sat quietly by Xiang Ci's bedside, looking at her. So,
this is what she looked like...
He calmly gazed at her, unable to describe his feelings. Originally,
he had no interest in this girl who was about to become his wife, nor was he curious about her appearance. He didn't care at all whether she was round
or flat.
But Old Man Gu insisted that he enter her boudoir to see her. Since his benefactor insisted,
he had no choice but to comply and come in to see his future wife.
As for the old man whom Leng Shuang regarded as her "benefactor," he certainly wouldn't obediently stay inside. To
create an opportunity for his foolish daughter, he had already taken a fishing rod and gone outside to fish by the lake!
Now, the sunlight outside the window was bright, leaving only Leng Shuang and the girl lying on the bed inside.
A gentle breeze blew through the room, and Leng Shuang silently gazed at the girl on the bed, unable to tell whether he
felt loss or disappointment
. He realized that none of her features resembled Xiao Yi's. Then… why, in his dazed state, had he
mistaken this girl for Xiao Yi?
He vaguely remembered her soft moans in his ear, the smooth,
supple touch of her skin…
and her tight, silky interior, sweetly enveloping him…
Thinking of this, a surge of heat suddenly rose from his groin, but upon seeing her face clearly, it vanished
silently .
No! She wasn't Xiaoyi, not the little sweetheart he longed to love!
But that was for the best. Perhaps with a wife, the sect leader wouldn't be so bothered by him anymore.
And later, when he thought of Xiaoyi alone at night, he would have a fixed "outlet" to relieve his pent-up desires, unlike later on, when he couldn't suppress the intense longing in his heart
whenever Xiaoyi appeared before him ! I love you, Xiaoyi! I love you… I know I shouldn't be thinking of you, but I can't forget you! Why...you're not mine. Do you know how much my heart aches every time I see you in the sect leader's arms? I want you so much, I want you so much... but I'm getting married now, and your beloved Leng Shuang is getting married too. Don't you feel even a little bit reluctant? If...if you weren't the sect leader's, I would do everything I could to win you over, instead of being like this now, forever only able to watch you from afar, alone and thinking of you... Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi... He intently scrutinized the woman's features, trying to find even a trace of resemblance ... but there was nothing! Not a single trace, not even the slightest hint! Disappointed, he reached out, trembling, to touch Xiang Jiao's delicate cheek, crying out in his heart—why ...you don't look like her? Why , why didn't you push me away back then, instead letting me mistakenly believe you were her, letting me have a beautiful dream of having Xiao Yi?

Heavens—you are so cruel, tearing my beautiful dream apart so cruelly—when I woke up,
I found you weren't…you were nothing…
you were just a stranger…
My benefactor told me your name is Xiangci…
Leng Shuang suddenly remembered the knowing smile on Old Man Gu's face, “I don't care what your
identity , I only hope you treat my only daughter well.”
It seemed Old Man Gu already knew his identity.
In the past, outsiders who knew his identity only had one fate—death!
But he was his savior…
“No! Strictly speaking, the one who truly saved you was Xiangxiang. If she hadn't discovered you in time and insisted on
'carrying' you back, I wouldn't have been able to cure your poison.”
That's what Old Man Gu said back then. He even waved his hand and told him directly with a smile, “Basically,
I'm not someone who would go looking for trouble. If it weren't for my daughter, even if you were dying, I wouldn't have interfered
. Therefore, the one who truly saved you was my daughter, not me.”
He completely absolved himself of any responsibility for saving him, regardless of whether his words would offend anyone.
But Leng Shuang was no ordinary person. He merely smiled slightly, still deeply grateful to his "prospective"
father-in-law. Having experienced much of the world, he knew perfectly well that this old man was no ordinary individual. Just from his
piercing eyes, he could tell he was a truly formidable master.
However, gratitude was one thing, but kindness and love couldn't be confused. His heart had already been
mistakenly invaded by a lovely girl, leaving no room for anyone else.
But that lovely girl was never his…
never!
He pulled his gaze from his distant memories and turned it to her face—and then, to his astonishment, he
found his fingers still lingering on her fair cheek, even caressing it! Startled
, he dropped his hand, stood up irritably, and paced to the window, gazing at the apricot blossoms blooming outside…
What was he hoping for? She could never be the one in his heart… What was there to
expect?
A melancholy smile crept onto his lips, occupying a corner of his heart—yes! What was there
to expect? She would never be the one he longed for.
So be it!
He indifferently concealed the spark in his heart, stubbornly refusing to let it reignite his heartache, yet he
couldn't hide the sweet, soft childlike voice echoing deep within his mind.
"Brother Leng Shuang, in front of Wu Yu and everyone else, I will still call you Leng Shuang according to the rules. But in private,
when it's just the two of us, can I just call you Brother Leng Shuang? Because you really seem like
my older brother... But this is just a little secret between the two of us, don't let others know..."
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Chapter 4
Due to the heavy physical and mental burden and exhaustion, Xiang Ci slept until the afternoon of the next day before waking up.
She slowly opened her beautiful, bright eyes, puzzled. What was wrong with her?
Suddenly, all her memories flooded back; she remembered everything! Father!
She sat up abruptly, frantically trying to get out of bed to find her father!
He must know!
She had to rush to him to apologize and beg him not to be sad.
However, the moment her feet touched the ground, a dizzying sensation gripped her, and she slumped back onto the bed, weakly
breathing…
Oh God! Her head was spinning…
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure by the window—completely unprepared
to see a man other than her father in her room, she simply turned her gaze to the man by the window.
However, as their eyes met, she froze!
Oh God! He was awake!
When did he wake up
? And… and… how could he be in her room?
How could her father possibly allow him into her boudoir? Could it be
… what had he done to her father!
Thinking of this, her heart raced even more. Forgetting all distinctions between men and women, she stammered
, "Where's my father...where is he?"
But he didn't answer. He simply stared intently at her with his bright, dark eyes—a gaze so intense it made her
heart ache!
Why...why was he staring at her like that...without saying a word?
"Where...where is my father?"
Under his cold, piercing gaze, she unconsciously clutched her clothes at her chest. Even though
they had been intimate, she still felt as if she were facing a complete stranger!
Why...why was he looking at her like that?
Unable to bear his intense gaze, she lowered her eyes in panic, glancing instead at the dress on her knees.
So this was her voice—a soft, familiar voice that stirred his heart. That sweet,
soft, childlike voice, for a moment, made him mistakenly believe that Xiaoyi was truly speaking to him.
He couldn't stop the ripples that spread through his heart after hearing her voice…
ripples through him…
He stared intently at the woman who was about to become his wife, barely noticing what she was asking.
Only when he saw her avoid his gaze did he pull his attention back, focusing intently
on her exquisite face. But—no! She wasn't his Xiaoyi.
Xiaoyi never avoided his gaze; she always looked at him innocently and naively with her pure, childlike eyes,
smiling at him…
He was once again disappointed to find that, apart from her voice, this woman had nothing in common with Xiaoyi
.
Then, the flickering light in his focused eyes gradually dimmed, becoming distant and polite.
He pulled his gaze back, turning indifferently to the window, no longer staring at her.
Xiang Ci didn't notice his inner shift at all; her tense heart was entirely focused on her father.
"Please...please tell me...my father...he..."
"Your father is fine."
His deep voice pierced her heart like an arrow. So this was what his masculine voice was like, just like him
—full of resolute masculine strength.
"Then...then he...he..." Why did he allow you into my boudoir ?
But, for some reason, she tried for a long time but couldn't get the answer to her question.
Leng Shuang didn't understand the reason for her hesitation, so she told her, "If I remember correctly, he
mentioned that he was going to meet Yu."
Now that it was confirmed her father was safe, that was good.
As for the rest, it didn't seem so important.
But now that he was awake and standing alive before her, radiating power,
he made her feel suffocated. She sat awkwardly on the bed, afraid to get up or move an inch
.
The entire space seemed to consist only of his masculine presence; she herself felt weak and lost
, her breath filled with his scent. She was so ashamed she didn't know what to do.
Although it was her room, she was too embarrassed to ask him to leave. Leng Shuang
quietly observed her, noticing two blushes now adorning her once fair cheeks
. He frowned slightly; it seemed his presence was bothering her.
Now that she was awake and had fulfilled his duty to his benefactor, he didn't need to stay and add to her
"troubles."
He didn't linger, moving and leaving her room.
Only after he left did the air in the room seem to begin to flow again, and her tense heart
finally relaxed, no longer bound by him.
Only when a gentle breeze brushed her hair did she look away, letting out a soft sigh. "
Sigh...don't think about it anymore!" she thought. "Xiangci, have you forgotten what Father said? Once he wakes up, you
must ask him to leave , no matter
what. Besides, he has a lover named 'Xiaoyi' waiting for him back home!"
She shook her head, quickly tidying her disheveled appearance, mentally
preparing herself to face him.
Stepping out of the room, she found only a fresh breeze and no one else inside.
Confused, she frowned and quietly peeked into the open study—no one there either!
Strange, she almost thought she was dreaming, but she clearly saw him!
Or...had he already left?
The whole situation was a bit "strange," but Xiangci's newly awakened mind couldn't quite grasp it. She
felt something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it; she just had
a strange feeling. She sighed, deciding not to disappoint her father's high expectations any longer. She turned and
left the study, heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Judging by the sky, her father should be back soon; if she didn't prepare soon, it would be too late.
However, the thought of the quantity of dinner made her hesitate. She wasn't sure
if the man would stay, or if he had already left.
After considering it for a while, she decided to prepare more, otherwise, she might be impolite.
She skillfully cooked in the kitchen, unaware that the man who had given her uncertainty was leisurely lying under the apricot tree
outside , resting with his eyes closed.
Leng Shuang closed her eyes, peacefully enjoying the evening breeze carrying the fragrance of apricot blossoms, its coolness refreshing her face.
After all… how long had it been since she had enjoyed such tranquility? In her memory… it seemed that apart from the time Xiao Yi first
appeared, it had never happened again.
The thought of Xiaoyi caused his heart to ache again. He so desperately wished she were his Xiaoyi, but
under the sect leader's keen gaze, he could only hide it—and because of this, he deliberately didn't heal
the wound the sect leader had inflicted on him, because whenever it hurt, he could grieve even more deeply for her.
However, this old wound also hindered him during this mission. In a moment of carelessness,
he gave the other party an opportunity and mistakenly fell into the "Returning to Roots" trap!
Although he still successfully completed the mission, he jumped off the cliff. He had originally intended to end his life, but unexpectedly, a
glimmer of hope appeared, and he was "rescued" by a girl on this island full of apricot blossoms! He
even gained a wife out of nowhere because he mistook her for Xiaoyi…
A bitter smile appeared on his lips. He never thought he would have a wife too!
He opened his eyes and looked at the house not far away. Thinking of the unfamiliar girl who was about to become his wife,
his eyes dimmed again.
"My dear son-in-law! Why are you standing here in a daze?"
The old man, walking home, spotted Leng Shuang leaning against the apricot tree from afar. He smiled and
approached, greeting her cheerfully.
Leng Shuang looked up at the approaching old man, his cold expression softening instantly, his
eyes revealing a smile.
"Perhaps my daughter's allure isn't strong enough, or has she not yet awakened?"
Oh dear! This young man doesn't know how to seize opportunities, a waste of his handsome and strong appearance. It was precisely
to give them some space that this old man had kept his distance,
fishing alone for ages; he had planned it all out, with Leng Shuang's youthful vigor and Xiang Ci's allure,
they would surely become even more passionate!
But who knew that upon returning, he would find Leng Shuang sitting alone under the apricot tree, lost in thought!
"Miss Gu has woken up, but I was afraid that being alone with her might tarnish her reputation, so
I came out alone first to avoid any potential trouble for her," Leng Shuang politely responded to Old Man Gu's
fuss.
"Miss? I'm almost married! Don't be so formal! Don't say I didn't tell you,
just call her Xiangxiang!"
"Yes, Father-in-law," Leng Shuang immediately complied.
Hearing his address, Old Man Gu's worries were finally relieved.
He laughed and patted his shoulder, "Good! Good! That's a truly straightforward man! Don't forget!"
"Don't call your soon-to-be wife 'girl' anymore!"
Leng Shuang was a worldly man; he understood the old man's "hint."
"Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang... Dad's back! Where are you?"
Xiangci was busy in the kitchen. Hearing the old man's call, she immediately put down her work, wiped her
wet hands, and came out to greet her father.
She hadn't expected that a tall figure would follow her father in. Her heart pounded
, and her face flushed.
"Dad... you... he..." Sigh! She didn't know what to ask.
The father, of course, understood Xiangci's shyness and secrets, so he laughed and dropped a bombshell—
"Hahaha... silly daughter, you're getting married, why are you still so shy! This
won't do !"
"Getting married?" Hearing this unfamiliar word, Xiangci momentarily forgot her shyness and
looked .
"Yes! Huh?" The old man turned to look at Leng Shuang in surprise. "My dear son-in-law! Didn't you tell
Xiangxiang that you're going to marry her?"
What have they been doing all afternoon
? What a waste of time!
Xiangci couldn't believe her ears. No! Father couldn't mean that, it couldn't be...
She frantically lifted her long eyelashes and looked at the tall, unfamiliar man in a panic.
"You..." Don't you already have a lover?
But under her father's watchful gaze, she didn't dare to ask, afraid of causing him unnecessary trouble.
She could only helplessly open her watery eyes and softly look at his unfathomable face, hoping he would give her
a clear answer.
However, he just stared at her with his deep black eyes, neither denying nor admitting it.
Why…why did the world change when she woke up?
Could it be…could it be because her father found out about their relationship and, to protect her reputation,
forced him to marry her?
Otherwise, there's no reason for it to turn out like this…
The thought of this possibility made her face turn deathly pale.
If that were true, it wouldn't be right! It wouldn't be right…Father! It was all her own choice, it had nothing to do with him
!
Her face was pale as she turned to her father, about to explain, but upon seeing his cheerful
smile, all the words caught in her throat.
No! She couldn't say it; her father was so happy, she didn't want to say anything that would hurt him.
"What's wrong, Xiangxiang? Aren't you happy? Look at you, your face is so pale, or…you
're just too ."
Actually, Old Man Gu was a very shrewd man; how could he not understand his daughter's thoughts? But—
he thought to himself, "Alas! Silly daughter!" "If I don't help you, who will I help?
If you continue with your gentle and self-sufficient nature, always accepting everything passively and without
a word , you'll suffer a great loss sooner or later. Besides, didn't you give yourself to him?
Do you expect me to just watch you get eaten up and that person walk away without paying a penny? Are you kidding me
? My daughter won't be treated like this! Of course, I'll make the 'culprit' take
full responsibility!"
So, Old Man Gu simply pretended not to see the bitterness in his daughter's eyes.
"Alright, alright! I know you're too 'happy.' Go! Go and get some food to reward my
stomach that's been empty for half a day. I'm starving!"
Xiangci hesitated for a while, looking at Old Man Gu before dejectedly walking into the kitchen,
silently bringing out simple country dishes and placing them on the table.
Watching her father eat with gusto, she felt a pang of sorrow in her heart.
She dared not look at the other man, only quietly lowering her head, taking small bites of the barely palatable
food .
She was too sad to look at him, feeling as if she were the "culprit" who had ruined his relationship with his beloved!
Would he... be angry that she was forced to marry a woman he didn't love?
But she truly didn't understand... Didn't he already have a lover? Why would he agree to her father's request
to marry her?
What about his lover? Wasn't he afraid his "little one" would be heartbroken?
"Xiangxiang, what do you say, Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang!" The old man's question interrupted her reverie.
"What?" She raised her head blankly, looking at her father. "Father, is something wrong?"
The old man shook his head and sighed, seeing her like this. "Sigh! Look at you, what are
you thinking about so intently? You must not have heard what your father just said."
"What did I say?" Xiangci still looked bewildered.
"You! Honestly, this is your life's most important event! How come I, an old man, am more
enthusiastic I just said, why don't you two get married tonight and spend the night together in the bridal chamber!"
"Father! What are you saying?" She was so embarrassed that she could hardly lift her face. "Why
bring this up now?" Wasn't this forcing him to marry her? She bowed to her father to express her gratitude for his upbringing.
After three bows, witnessed by heaven and earth and her father, they simply completed their wedding ceremony.
From then on, Xiangci was no longer a young girl, but Lengshuang's wife.
She was also the wife of Ziyemen Aigui, but at this time, she did not know it.
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Chapter 5
Xiangci sat trembling on the edge of the bed, her fair hands resting on her knees nervously twisting the folds of her skirt. Her beautiful eyelashes
drooped shyly, obscuring most of her vision.
She was flustered and at a loss, not knowing what to do, so she could only sit quietly on the edge of the bed, so stiff that she dared not
move .
Because, the bedroom where she used to sleep alone now held another man!
A stranger yet intimate man—her newlywed husband.
The moon outside was bright, but her father couldn't wait to "rush" them into the room to "enjoy" their
wedding night, saying that a moment of bliss was worth a thousand pieces of gold and they should cherish it.
Heavens! How fast!
One moment they were strangers, and now they were intimate husband and wife!
It was too fast!
She was both ashamed and flustered, not knowing how to adjust her emotions. Since she really didn't know
where , she could only stare at her hands resting on her knees, staring and staring... never daring
to look up...
The smoke from the fire illuminated the room with a dim glow, and in the flickering candlelight, everything seemed hazy and quiet...
Leng Shuang stood by the table, looking at the snow-white face shimmering in the dim light, and for a moment she was in a daze
! He was already married?
It was that simple, like a dream, completely unreal.
He gazed at her face, her cheeks bowed, in the flickering candlelight. As he looked, in the hazy light, he almost
imagined Xiaoyi sitting right in front of him, blushing and head bowed just like him…
The flames of desire began to ignite, slowly creeping through his chest, through his eyes…
At this moment, sitting before him was none other than his Xiaoyi.
He still remembered the soft, sweet, childlike tone in her voice.
The flames burned even more fiercely, intensely washing over his lower abdomen, focusing on his masculine desire, igniting a blazing fire
within , hot and erect.
As long as he couldn't see her face, she would be his Xiaoyi, and in the darkness, he could pretend to forget
who she was.
He gently blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering through the window
.
He walked towards her, step by step, resolutely and precisely towards her.
In the darkness, Xiangci felt even more vulnerable and helpless. The darkness seemed like a giant monster, gripping her breath
so tightly she could hardly breathe.
Just as her heart was pounding in her chest, suddenly, a large hand grasped her chin and lifted it
upwards . Then, her trembling cherry lips were captured by his masculine lips.
He devoured her so fiercely and directly, almost sucking all the air from her lungs.
She let out a soft moan, her whole body going limp, letting him invade every inch of her mouth.
He pulled her onto his lap, suddenly seizing her soft, full body, fulfilling
all his burning desires for Xiaoyi.
Xiangci had never experienced such intense passion before. Even when he was unconscious, he had
acted with tenderness and affection towards Xiaoyi, unlike now, when she was terrified and only wanted to break free.
"No! Don't reject me, Xiaoyi, I love you!"
His words immediately plunged her into hell, and tears of bitterness welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held
them back...
Unaware of her presence, he licked the sensitive skin of her neck with his tongue, as if savoring a delicious delicacy!
Oh...
she felt herself becoming dizzy again, as if she were falling into a whirlpool...
Her slender hands, which had been pressed against his firm chest, slowly lost their strength, only able to weakly cling to his chest muscles.
But as if he couldn't get enough of her, his large hands
relentlessly ...
Passion flowed through his burning palms into her body, melting away the chill within her along with the caressing kneading
, and she gradually felt her body growing hotter and hotter.
Her limbs also became languid and powerless, and she involuntarily turned her neck, letting his lips and teeth
taste .
"Xiao Yi..." he sighed, leaning down to inhale the fragrance of her delicate neck, lost in its allure.
His teeth bit her, causing a sharp pain that welled in her eyes, forcing tears to fall. Xiang Ci thought to herself with heartache, she
should known all along that she was merely a substitute for Xiao Yi in his heart!
Since she had already understood this, what was there for her to feel aggrieved about?
At least he had been honest, never hiding his longing from beginning to end.
Tears slid down her cheeks and neck, falling into the tongue that licked her soft neck, being sucked in along with them.
But seemingly oblivious, he continued to kiss her down to her collarbone, his tongue swirling over her skin…
Oh…
She couldn't control herself, tilting her head back, letting him suckle her softly and tenderly, her whole body unable to muster any
strength to resist. A surging pleasure overflowed from her chest, masking her bitterness.
Ah… give it to him!
This wasn't the first time, so what was there for her to be sad about
? At least she could still have this intimate tenderness, and that was enough!
So, Xiangci gave up struggling, gave up the bitterness, and gave up the resentment—it was all her own choice
, and had nothing to do with him! She was truly willing, regardless of whether he loved her or not, whether she was a substitute or not, she loved him.
Her heart pounded wildly, melting into the darkness, melting into the strong masculine scent surrounding her—he
buried her chest, rubbing her soft breasts through her clothes, making her tremble.
A delicate sound unconsciously escaped her throat, drifting in the air, transforming into a more intoxicating
moan …
It was that sound!
That sound that had echoed in his ears that time, making him mistake it for intimacy, was that sound…
Ah! His tenderness…
His large hand couldn't resist slipping under her skirt, slowly climbing up her soft calves, caressing
every inch of skin it touched…
So smooth… So delicate…
His strong, thick fingers lingered, reluctantly stroking her smooth, beautiful legs, from calves to thighs,
leaving no spot untouched.
Her body went even weaker, and she could only slump helplessly in his arms, letting him do as he pleased.
His large hand finally found her panties, but instead of going in, he lingered on
the edge between her legs, kneading and rubbing her up and down…
A warm current flowed from her head down her lower abdomen, reaching her curled-up toes. She felt a sudden swelling in her
breasts , as if yearning for something… something to relieve her…
Oh! And… and her "down there," it felt like it was melting…
A stimulating, burning sensation washed over her already soft and moist vulva in waves, making her unable
to resist wanting to succumb...
Her moans and softened body stimulated his large hands, which could no longer resist the temptation to slip under the edge of her panties,
directly probing the mysterious and sensual area between her legs.
He discovered with blazing lust that she was already wet, and had become even softer and juicier...
"Ah..."
She couldn't take it anymore, her hands, which had been gripping the sides of her skirt, suddenly grabbed his
head, which was buried in her breasts and biting her nipples, and couldn't help but cry out!
His thick fingers skillfully caressed her feminine mystery, trying to entice her to produce more nectar...
Finally, he quickly pulled down her panties to his lap, and impatiently unzipped his pants, releasing his
long-standing, strong erection.
He held her round buttocks, and sitting like this, he thrust upwards into her wet flower, reaching the silky
depths .
A feeling of fullness, more intense than fullness itself, lingered hot within her, filling her completely and awakening her!
She was no longer herself…
In the darkness, it seemed she could let go of everything, become indifferent to everything, including
the side of her bound by societal norms!
As he completely entered her body, then withdrew slightly, and then thrust upwards forcefully, completely
plunging her in… This powerful, repetitive rhythm caused her to involuntarily tilt her head back and moan softly.
“Ah, ah… ah… ah…”
She couldn’t tell if those wanton moans were hers or someone else’s; she could only sit dizzily
on his lap, letting him thrust powerfully and rhythmically.
He loved hearing her wanton cries; each one stimulated his desire, making it even more intense and exciting—
like his beloved Xiaoyi moaning in his ear!
Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi…
Every thrust of his hips was an expression of his love for Xiaoyi.
In the darkness, before his eyes, all that appeared was Xiaoyi’s pure face!
"Ah, ah... ah..."
Her panting moans in his ear were the only sound he wanted to hold onto. He went deeper and harder
.
A burning fire surged up, and he felt as if Xiaoyi was truly in his arms, sitting on his lap,
tightly enveloping his intense, throbbing desire, allowing him to seize all the sweet
secrets of her soft body time and time again.
Gradually, he was no longer satisfied with this position, this rhythm. He held her tightly, so tightly that he
almost wanted to meld her into his body, but that wasn't enough!
He wanted more—he forcefully pressed her back onto the bed, his upper body pressing down on her,
while his lower body relentlessly and powerfully thrust in and out of her sweet softness, enjoying her taste.
He ripped open her already half-open blouse with both hands, making it easier for his chest to press against her full
breasts.
But her bodice remained on her chest, separating their skin from each other. He frowned impatiently,
pulled off the bodice, and tossed it aside, feeling her breasts seem to bounce out with elasticity…
Then, he kneaded and pressed against her silky, rounded breasts.
Oh! God…
this naked skin-to-skin contact was too intimate, too shocking, making her tremble
and shrink back!
But he, consumed by passion, wouldn't allow her to do so. His hard chest pressed even harder against her soft breasts,
and with the rhythmic thrusting of his lower body, he rubbed and kneaded her breasts up and down—press and
rub, press and rub…
Oh…
she was moved by him, her whole body involuntarily leaning back, arching, welcoming his determined
assault , and yielding to his unrestrained passion.
At that moment, the world spun. She drowsily closed her eyes, trying to stop the dizziness, but
her frail body, violently pounded by him, could only helplessly continue falling into that seemingly endless vortex…
The night passed!
The dawn's light quietly filtered through the window, gradually illuminating everything in the room.
Xiangci slowly awoke. For a moment, her consciousness was still adrift, unaware of her
surroundings until a heavy pressure on her chest completely jolted her awake.
She looked up at the source of the pressure. In the hazy light, a strong, thick arm
stretched across her bare chest, pressing against her breasts.
Ah! Suddenly, she remembered everything. She was married, his wife in name and in fact.
She recalled the fiery passion of the previous night, completely captivating in the darkness. That intoxicating
experience was even more vivid in the daytime, as if etched into her heart,
unforgettable and indelible…
Thinking of this, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She turned to push him away and get up, but when her gaze
met his sleeping face, she forgot everything…
She gazed longingly at his sleeping features. With his eyes closed, he looked much more relaxed…
An indescribable intimacy rose sweetly from the depths of her heart, warming her shy and
uneasy limbs.
He… was to be her husband for life…
Unconsciously, she raised her other, unrestrained, snow-white hand, wanting to touch his face.
Unexpectedly, just as her hand was about to touch his cheek, he suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently
at her.
Those bright eyes were clear and alert, not at all like someone who had just woken up.
His gaze was so sharp that she dared not touch him again. Her hand hung awkwardly in mid-air,
unsure whether to move forward or lower it, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Finally, his deep voice rang out, slowly and clearly penetrating her eardrums and reaching her heart,
"Don't do that again!"
The intimate atmosphere that had filled the air vanished instantly, replaced by
a fragile sorrow and a chilling melancholy that welled up in her heart…
Her face paled, her limp hand fell limply, and she dared not look at him again.
He stared at her now even more beautiful face, which appeared even whiter than before. The magical spell of the darkness of last night seemed to have been
broken, and the tenderness in his heart had transformed into her in the daytime today!
And looking at her, she felt so unfamiliar and distant to him.
And so, the infatuated flame in his eyes vanished. He withdrew his gaze without a second glance, indifferently got out of bed,
ignoring his nakedness, and casually picked up his clothes scattered on the floor and put them on.
She blushed and looked away, her heart filled with even more desolation.
So… last night's passion, once met with the light of today's daylight, was… nothing!
Like ashes burned out, not even a trace of warmth remained.
She silently turned her head away, quietly letting the blanket absorb the tears on her
face .
Only after the door closed again did she dare turn to look in the direction he had left. Her reluctant gaze lingered on the door for a while before she reluctantly looked away. She
gently hugged the blanket that still held his warmth, rubbing her cheek softly against it for a moment.
Ah! She still loved him so much, couldn't give him up, and even this intense pain in her heart… she was willing to endure!
She looked up, blinking her slightly sore eyelids, gazing at the spring light streaming through the window onto the floor. It was so
bright, and she was still in bed—usually she would be preparing breakfast for her father by this time.
Dragging her weary body, she quickly got out of bed, dressed, tidied herself,
and hurried out of the room.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out, she saw her husband sitting at the table, chatting with her father.
He had clearly seen her come out of the room too.
He glanced at her, and for a fleeting moment their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat
. However, before she could look away, his gaze indifferently shifted away.
She suppressed the heavy feeling of disappointment in her heart, slowed her pace, and walked forward to greet her father.
When the old man saw her come out, he chuckled and said "good" repeatedly, then scrutinized her from head to toe.
"Xiangxiang, you look 'a little' tired! Why don't you consider going back in for a nap? Look at you! You
've got dark circles under your eyes."
Xiangci's face flushed. Was she really that tired?
Thinking about last night, she hadn't actually had much time to rest, and she felt even more embarrassed, her face drooping even
lower.
"Xiangxiang isn't tired... Dad, are you hungry? I'll go prepare breakfast for you," she said softly.
"Hehehe... Xiangxiang, although Dad is relieved that you didn't forget Dad's existence the morning after your wedding,
have you forgotten that you have a husband beside you?"
The old man teased, standing in front of her, not daring to look at his daughter beside him.
Although Xiangci shook her head shyly, she still didn't dare to look at Leng Shuang, her face red, and
turned and walked quickly towards the kitchen amidst her father's laughter.
Leng Shuang's thoughtful eyes followed her back until she entered the kitchen.
The old man, however, misunderstood his intentions and teased him cheerfully, "Don't worry about her,
she'll be out in a bit."
Leng Shuang looked away, a faint smile appearing on her face. "It's not like that, father-in-law. I was just thinking... it's time to
take Xiangci back."
Upon hearing this, the old man fell silent, his smile vanishing completely.
Go back? Logically, he should have expected this long ago and shouldn't be so surprised, but when he
suddenly heard it, he still felt reluctant.
It seemed his mental preparation wasn't good enough.
"Is that so... going back?"
The old man thought for a moment, then laughed heartily again. "Alright, let's go back then!
When leaving?"
People say that a married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; he had nothing to be reluctant about! After all,
he had never considered Xiangci as his property.
The only thing he couldn't bear to part with was that she was his beloved daughter!
But… now that she's married, she belongs to her husband, and he, as her father, should let go.
Leng Shuang looked at the cheerful old man before her, understanding his inner turmoil, but still gently stated his
plan.
“If my father-in-law allows, I plan to take her away tomorrow.”
“Alright! Let’s do that…”
As a result, breakfast was eaten very quietly. Even Xiang Ci found it strange; she didn't understand why her father, who had been cheerful
just moments before , was now silent and somewhat melancholy during the meal…
What was going on? It wasn't
until later, when Leng Shuang told her the reason in the room, that she suddenly understood.
“What! Going back with you tomorrow?” What about her father?
Thinking of her father's loneliness, she couldn't bear to leave with Leng Shuang. No! She didn't want to leave; she wanted to stay
and keep her father company…
Leng Shuang silently looked into her eyes and coldly nodded.
“But, my father…” She forgot her shyness and fear in her worry, looking directly into his silent
eyes.
"You're already married to me." He calmly interrupted her worries, reminding her of her new identity.
Did he mean that her future home was him, not her father's?
Her face paled instantly, but she still mustered the courage to express her feelings, "But... my father
is getting old ... if... if I leave, he'll be all alone... I'm worried about him."
He didn't speak, only stared at her with his deep, dark eyes, until she trembled from the bottom of
her heart .
What was he thinking? Why wasn't he saying anything? He... did he disagree?
"I have to go back."
He gazed at her intently, reiterating his feelings once again.
The light in her eyes gradually dimmed… She understood the principle of following one's husband after marriage, but…
“Then…then could you please give me another three days…please let me spend more time with my father, please…
” She choked back tears as she gazed at him, “Please.”
He stared at the tears welling in her eyes, and after a long while, he finally found his voice, hoarsely saying, “Okay,
three days.”
For a moment, her pitiful expression seemed like his tenderness…making him almost forget
where
But at the moment the impulse surged, he immediately pulled back his reason and stopped himself.
He clenched his fists, reluctantly turned around, and walked out.
No…she wasn’t his tenderness, she wasn’t!
But that night, when everything was shrouded in darkness again, he invaded all her softness and beauty even more frantically than the night before
, refusing to let her rest. He possessed her again and again, and…
She sank into the boundless darkness!
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Chapter Six
In the fragrant apricot garden, Xiangci ran out of the house and caught up with Old Gutou, who was leisurely walking through the apricot
grove .
"Dad, Dad, wait for me."
"Xiangxiang"
Old Gutou stopped in surprise and looked back at his daughter who was running towards him, panting. "Is something wrong?"
They had just finished lunch. The sun was high in the sky, and the spring breeze carried the warm fragrance of apricot blossoms, which felt
very comfortable. "It's nothing, I... I just wanted to go fishing with you..."
She patted her stomach, glancing shyly at the eyes she loved and knew so well.
The old man immediately understood. Xiangci must already know she was leaving; otherwise, why would she,
who never followed anyone, suddenly make such a request?
A flicker of reluctance flashed in his worldly eyes, but he brushed it off with a joke, masking
the sadness welling up inside him. "You're willing to leave your new husband alone at home and go
fishing with this boring old man like me?"
"Father, how can you say that about yourself?"
Her face flushed slightly, but she quickly suppressed her shyness. "I've never thought you were boring
!"
"Then why have I never heard you mention going fishing with me before?" he teased.
"That's... that's because I always thought Father preferred fishing alone and didn't like having anyone
disturbing your enjoyment."
Gradually, Xiangci became more at ease, and her voice returned to normal.
She walked quietly beside her father along the flower-lined path.
The apricot blossoms on either side swayed gently in the spring breeze, releasing their sweet fragrance. Occasionally,
tiny petals would be blown down and softly fall to the ground.
The old man deliberately slowed his pace to match Xiangci's delicate steps, enjoying
the feeling of strolling with his daughter along the path.
"Xiangxiang, did you mention to Leng Shuang that you wanted to stay a few more days to keep this old man company?"
Oh dear! Father even knew that. Xiangci blushed and nodded gently.
He shook his head, moved, understanding
how much courage it took for her to make such a request in front of a man like Leng Shuang
! His silly daughter!
"Father understands you must be worried about how I'll live if you leave, right?"
Mentioning this made Xiangci almost cry.
Yes! She was so worried. She was terrified that once she left, what would her father do?
How would he live without anyone to care for him? What
if something really happened to him, and she, his only daughter, wasn't by his side?
The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, and the more she felt like an unfilial daughter, unable to serve him and bring him joy for so long . "Xiangxiang, my dear daughter," the old man said, his heart aching at her plight. He knew that if he didn't say something, she would surely do something rash. "Don't worry about me, go peacefully with your husband! Father will be fine , okay?" Hearing this, she felt even more heartbroken, and tears naturally streamed down her face. She immediately knelt down before the old man. "Xiangxiang, what are you doing! Get up!" Her actions startled him greatly. She refused to get up, stubbornly kneeling on the ground, her tearful eyes fixed on her father. "Father...Father...It's my fault for being unfilial, I'm sorry. Of course...of course it's my own fault for giving myself to him. Actually, it has nothing to do with him...it's just...I... ah!" She really didn't know what to say. Her mind was a mess, and all the words she wanted to say turned into a string of tears that rolled down her cheeks. She only felt that her heart was aching, that she had failed her father's kindness in raising her. "Sigh! Xiangxiang, tell your father honestly, you love him very much." The old man gently stroked the black hair on her head, something he hadn't done since she grew into a beautiful young woman . Upon hearing her father's question, Xiangxiang's heart ached, and another string of tears rolled down her cheeks. "Since that's the case, then love him well! After all, youth only comes once, what's wrong with that?" She raised her tearful eyes in surprise, staring blankly at her father's kind and peaceful face. "Xiangxiang, my good daughter," he said, reluctantly helping her up, not allowing her to refuse. "Get up! Don't kneel down to anyone so easily, including your father. Why should you feel guilty towards your father for loving him so much, Xiangxiang? Do you know that what your father wants is not your guilt, but your happiness?" "Father..." She felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this, not knowing how to repay her father's kindness. She could only let the tears stream down her cheeks, feeling as if she could never repay him. "Oh, oh, oh! Look at you, why are you crying again? Such beautiful eyes, if they are always filled with tears, how can your father see clearly?" "Father..." Understanding her father's intention to tease her, in order not to make him continue to feel sorry for her, she tried her best to put on a , but the tears still overflowed from her eyes and slid down her cheeks uncontrollably. "Alright, alright! If you keep crying, Daddy will be swept away by the flood of tears!" She burst out laughing when she heard this, quickly took out her handkerchief, wiped away the remaining tears on her face, and presented her father with a graceful daughter. "Yes! This is my good daughter." The old man smiled with relief, looking at his gentle yet resolute daughter. He believed that she would overcome any difficulties she might encounter in the future.

"Daughter, do you know the identity of the man you married?"
She shook her head in confusion. Did it matter what her husband's identity was? Having
lived in seclusion on Apricot Blossom Island with her father for so long, Xiangci hadn't experienced much of the complexities of human relationships. Therefore, she didn't understand
that identity symbolized a person's status and weight in society.
It seemed Leng Shuang hadn't told her yet.
Old Gu looked at his gentle and graceful daughter, pondering whether to tell her about Leng Shuang's hidden identity.
But after thinking it over, he felt it was better for his son-in-law to decide whether to tell or not.
Since his son-in-law hadn't said anything, it was probably out of concern for his daughter's safety.
He didn't need to presume to reveal it.
After all, the fewer people who knew, the better. But did his son-in-law intend to keep it from Xiangxiang forever?
"Father," Xiangci looked at her father, who had been deep in thought for a long time without saying a word, wondering why he wasn't continuing.
Sigh
! It's better not to say anything and let her son-in-law decide! Perhaps what her daughter needed wasn't this, but rather—
"Don't forget, you still have a home. Whenever you need me, Dad will always welcome you back."
To be honest, he was a little worried about the instability of her husband. Although
he, as her father, had personally arranged this marriage, but…
"Don't worry, we'll have enough to eat. Even if Dad has to support you for the rest of your life, we won't starve
."
Hearing her father say this, she wanted to cry again, but this time, she wouldn't let the tears well up
; she had to suppress them no matter what.
To show her father her best side, she nodded gently, believing she was truly
the happiest daughter in the world.
"Thank you, Father. Xiangxiang will take good care of herself, and... please take good care of your health too, Father, and don't
worry about me anymore."
She mustered her courage and stepped forward, doing something she had wanted to do for a long time: she took her father's hand.
Ah! How nostalgic that feeling was.
When she was a little girl, her father often held her little hand and took her for walks, but from some point
on, he stopped holding her hand and taking her everywhere.
From then on, she began to strictly adhere to etiquette. She kept to her place, never again holding her father's warm hand. She
hadn't even linked arms with him.
But now, she was about to leave, so she cast aside the shackles of etiquette and decided to take the initiative, linking
arms with her father and reliving some childhood memories with him.
The old man was naturally overjoyed, after all, this was just a rural area; who would care about so many
rigid rules?
"Hehehe... Xiangxiang! Look at you, so grown up, how come you still can't leave your father?"
he teased.
Xiangci's face flushed instantly, but she still didn't let go. She knew her father was pleased with what she was doing;
from his laughter, she knew that was enough!
Deep in the apricot grove, a tall, upright man lay supine, his eyes closed, quietly enjoying
this rare moment of tranquility.
How incredible! Now, he had a wife—a complete stranger.
Thinking of her, all that came to mind was Xiaoyi's sweet smile, while Xiangci's image remained
unclear and incomplete.
His only vivid memory of her was her moans and gasps in bed at night, so soft and
delicate.
They always lingered in his ears, disturbing his heart.
But as soon as dawn broke, everything vanished, along with their passion, disappearing
without a trace in the sunrise.
They returned to their daytime stranger state, leaving him with an indescribable melancholy and
emptiness , a feeling as if he had lost something, as if he had relinquished something.
A gentle spring breeze, carrying the fragrance of apricot blossoms, brushed against his clothes, as if
comforting the loneliness in his heart.
He opened his eyes, gazing at the slivers of blue sky peeking through the apricot blossoms overhead, and the tense lines on his face
involuntarily relaxed.
Strictly speaking, this was the first time in his life that he had ever lay so relaxed and leisurely on the earth, looking up at the
vibrant and breathing in the unique fragrance of the soft soil.
He had never had such an opportunity before, always rushing from one mission to another, or shouldering
the responsibilities of the Midnight Gate.
Unlike now, he… was actually doing absolutely nothing. He thought to himself, is this what it feels like to steal half a day of leisure? A slight smile
involuntarily appeared on his resolute lips . Watching the apricot petals being blown down by the gentle breeze, drifting slowly into the air, his mood couldn't help but feel refreshed. These past few days, Xiangci had been accompanying her father fishing, but the virtuous woman would still get up early to prepare a whole day's meals for Lengshuang, who was left alone at home. He had been alone from morning till evening, until Xiangci returned with her father as the sun set . This rare moment of leisure sometimes left him feeling bewildered. He wondered if Xiao and the others were going crazy searching for him . The thought that Xiao's friends might no longer be able to maintain their composure made him want to laugh; after all, if that were the case, then his injuries would have been worthwhile. Was it possible? He hadn't contacted them for so many days; they must be frantic with worry! And if she hadn't seen him on the island and insisted on helping him back, he probably wouldn't have survived! When this delicate young woman decided to carry a clearly seriously injured stranger home alone, it must have taken considerable courage. But he would rather she were a bystander who wouldn't help than save him, a man whose heart was already dead! He felt obligated to repay her for saving his life, especially since he had already taken her body while she was unconscious, simply because he truly considered her his Xiaoyi from his dreams. Her voice… always stirred his heart to the point of ecstasy, and the occasional look she gave him was so captivating, so much like Xiaoyi… Alas! One was a woman he didn't love but wanted; the other was a woman he loved but couldn't have. But what did it matter? If he couldn't marry the one he loved most, what difference did it make who he married?

Wasn't this precisely why he made the decision to marry her in the first place? Why should he still be so
resentful now?
Besides, with her by his side, bringing her back to Nameless Valley would surely put the sect leader at ease.
Wouldn't it make him feel more free to talk to Xiao Yi then?
He admitted that he still had some selfish motives; he hoped to use her as a shield to deflect the sect leader's
unnecessary jealousy and obstruction.
With a man's intuition, he was quite aware that the sect leader was still deeply jealous of him, simply because he was the man
Xiao .
Even though Xiao Yi met him as her "elder brother," he knew that the sect leader
was still quite displeased with him.
And that displeasure carried an extremely strong possessiveness, enough to destroy anyone.
Leng Shuang knew perfectly well that the sect leader was suppressing himself with extremely deep self-control, so he always deliberately
kept a certain distance from the sect leader and Xiao Yi, but Xiao Yi always prevented him from doing so.
Just when he managed to suppress the stirrings of desire within him, she would suddenly appear
before him, smiling and calling him "Brother Leng Shuang," shattering all his resolve once more.
Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, do you know how much effort it takes for your "Brother Leng Shuang"
to , to truly become the "Brother Leng Shuang" you envision?
However, just when he was about to break down his pretense, due to a series of unexpected events, he married a
woman.
Perhaps this was for the best; Xiang Ci could alleviate his yearning for Xiao Yi, preventing him from making a grave
mistake.
As he pondered this, he heard footsteps approaching from afar, seemingly walking slowly towards him.
Disliking intrusion into his private space, he raised an eyebrow and looked into the distance, intending to
avoid any other island residents he might see.
However, through the dense apricot grove, he vaguely saw a slender, beautiful figure gracefully
walking towards him.
Upon closer inspection, it was his newlywed wife.
The wrinkles between his brows deepened, and his gaze shifted from relaxed to solemn. He closed his eyes, sealing
the image of Xiaoyi deep within his heart once more. Xiangci gently approached where Leng Shuang lay, growing increasingly nervous with each step.
What should she do?
She felt her heart trembling. He seemed to be resting!
Should she approach him like this? Or should she step back and give him some space?
It turned out that Old Man Gu had noticed Xiangci always accompanying him out early and returning home late these past few days.
While her actions had indeed greatly comforted his heart as a father, he
felt .
Therefore, while it was still light today, he urged Xiangci to return home and see her husband, to spend
some quality time with him when no one was around.
He didn't want her husband to criticize his daughter for being insensible, not even knowing how to "serve" her husband.
Unable to refuse her father's good intentions, Xiangci had no choice but to obediently follow the old man's "
instructions " and return home.
Seeing him lying on the ground, seemingly resting peacefully, Xiangci, who loved him deeply,
dared approach further, lest she disturb his tranquility.
"Is something the matter?" he finally spoke.
His deep, magnetic male voice resonated in her ears, reaching deep into her heart, stirring
ripples of emotion. She took a deep breath, calming her trembling heart, before gently meeting his question.
"Nothing, it's just..."
Don't be afraid, Xiangci, just bravely speak your mind, there's nothing to be ashamed of, she kept
encouraging herself, not wanting to easily disappoint her father.
"I just wanted to talk to you.
" "Talk?" He finally opened his eyes, looking at her cheeks, which were flushed with a thin layer of color. "What to say?"
"Anything." She nodded, not knowing what to say, but this seemed to be the most appropriate answer.
He gazed at her silently for a moment, then slowly rose, walked past her into the house,
leaving her with only one sentence.
"I think... there's nothing more to say between us."
Although she had been mentally prepared, hearing this still stung Xiangci's heart like a needle prick.
He... must hate her so much!
Because if she hadn't accidentally revealed the truth, her father wouldn't have forced him to marry
her under the pretext of repaying a debt of gratitude, and he wouldn't have been forced to separate from his Xiaoyi and marry her instead.
She raised her hand and gently pressed her slightly aching chest, unsure whether the pain was for him or for
herself
. After a long while, she sadly lowered her hand, took out a handkerchief, and quietly wiped away the tears on her cheeks.
Only when she was sure her cheeks were clean and she had regained her composure did she carefully put away the handkerchief and slowly
walk towards the lake where her father was fishing, no longer wanting to disturb her husband's peace and quiet, leaving him his own private space.
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Chapter Seven
At midnight, it was the time when a hundred ghosts roamed the night.
In the dark sky, a white jade disc hung high, radiating a jade-like brilliance, quietly
illuminating the sleeping earth.
On the eaves of the town, where silver light shone everywhere, a dark figure carried a sleeping woman, running rapidly.
Upon closer inspection, the sleeping woman was none other than Xiang Ci.
Indeed, the three-day agreement had been fulfilled. For convenience, he pressed her pressure point to induce sleep, and then, with Old
Man Gu watching him go, silently carried her away from Apricot Blossom Island.
His old chest wound, thanks to Old Man Gu's skillful treatment, along with the toxins in his body, had been completely healed, and now...
Having fully recovered, he moved with effortless grace, his movements fluid and unhindered.
He felt the changes in his body and, gathering his strength, ran forward. He no longer felt
the lingering, dull ache in his chest, a reminder of what he had lost.
Suddenly, on the previously empty rooftop, another shadowy figure appeared, blocking
his path.
In the moonlight, Leng Shuang recognized the intricately crafted silver mask on the person's face—the Le Guai!
He abruptly stopped, standing on the moonlit rooftop, no longer advancing.
"You wretched ghost! You've worried us to death! We've searched for so many days, and you just
appeared unharmed! Do you know how much trouble your disappearance has caused us?"
Upon seeing Leng Shuang, Leng Lei, behind the mask, finally relaxed, and rattled off
a long string of words. There was nothing they could do; Leng Shuang had disappeared without a word for several days, causing everyone to panic.
"Shut up," Leng Shuang uttered curtly, almost rolling his eyes.
Honestly! Of all people to run into, he had to run into the most talkative Leng Lei, whose noise was making his ears throb again
.
Sigh! Leng Shuang is Leng Shuang; his words are always so cold and emotionless, Leng Lei
thought to himself.
Seeing Leng Shuang's expression, they had all worried for nothing. Leng Lei breathed a sigh of relief, his smile almost
reaching his ears.
Ah! Perfect, he felt like laughing and cursing again.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman Leng Shuang was holding.
"Hey! Are you robbing an innocent woman? Otherwise, how come you suddenly have a woman in your arms?"
What a load of rubbish! No nice words from the start. Leng Shuang snorted coldly, skipping over this
low-class question.
"You rascal, are you planning to stand here and chatter with me for the rest of your lives until everyone comes to attack us
?"
Outside, the four leaders of the Midnight Gate all addressed each other by code names to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Leng Xue protested, "Hey! What are you saying? I'm concerned about you! Sigh!
You still haven't told me who this woman is."
"It's not convenient to talk about it here. We'll talk about it when we get back."
Leng Shuang couldn't help but frown and think to herself, is Leng Lei missing a screw or what? Doesn't he know that
people in the Midnight Gate never "chat" outside ?
Leng Shuang glared at him, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction with Leng Lei's slowness.
"Alright, alright! Stop glaring. Why do you people like glaring so much? Do you think glaring makes you bigger
? Even Leng Xiao and Leng Xia are like that, I can't stand it!"
Leng Shuang thought to herself, he couldn't stand Leng Lei either! Except when on missions, Leng Lei was hopelessly slow-witted
.
However, he was also one of the four most feared guards in the Midnight Gate. He wondered if
people would be furious enough to vomit blood once they knew Leng Lei's true identity.
Nevertheless, Leng Lei finally offered a more human-like suggestion:
"Let's go to the villa first! Your identity as a ghost is already enough to attract attention, let alone carrying
a delicate young woman. In any case, let's go to the villa first; after all, it'll be several
days before we return!"
So, Leng Shuang agreed without objection and, along with Leng Bei, went to the villa in the suburbs to rest in the middle of the night,
discussing their return route.
"What? She's your wife?" Leng Lei stood up in surprise.
"Hey! Is my ear playing tricks on me, or did you really say that?" He stared in astonishment
at Leng Shuang, who was calmly sipping tea.
The two had now changed out of their black robes and mysterious ghost masks, replacing them with ordinary casual clothes.
They sat together in the hall, savoring the fine tea served by the steward, to refresh themselves and moisten their throats.
"You heard me right, I really got married."
"Only a few days ago?" Leng Lei looked as if his marriage was some
unbelievable event.
"Yes, only a few days ago." Leng Lei was almost scared away.
"Even we didn't know, and you got married?"
"Yes, even you didn't know, and I got married." A barely perceptible
smile appeared on Leng Shuang's lips.
For some reason, seeing Leng Lei's shocked expression made him want to burst out laughing!
"When did this happen? There was no warning at all." "
This happened..." Leng Shuang continued to sip his tea slowly, "It wasn't something I expected!
"
"So..." Leng Lei frowned in confusion, "You fell in love with her at first sight?" Leng Lei
paused in his tea-drinking, "No." After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp, treating the tea like wine. Leng Lei
watched in disbelief. Wow! This guy, is that how you drink tea?
What a waste!
Leng Lei shook his head and asked the question that had been on his mind. "If not, then what is it?"
Leng Shuang gave him a gloomy look, poured herself another cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
It seemed the inside story of this marriage was quite complicated; he'd better be sensible!
"Alright! I won't ask about that. But, where have you been these past few days?" Leng Lei changed his
approach to express his "concern."
"A task that should have been resolved quickly turned into a nightmare. The news that reached Midnight Gate was that you were poisoned, jumped off a cliff
, and were never seen again. And, to make matters worse, the Gate Master's wife overheard the news, and she was so worried she cried for you
, almost leaving the valley to look for you..."
Leng Lei gave a detailed account of what happened after his disappearance.
"What? She cried for me?"
"Yes! She cried so hard everyone was terrified." Thinking of this, Leng Lei still trembled a little!
"You have no idea, everyone who's seen her these past few days says her eyes are swollen like walnuts, and they
say no one can reason with her! The sect leader is practically dying of jealousy, so the atmosphere in the sect has been really tense these past few nights."
Leng Lei could practically be crowned the best gossip king of our time, watching him embellish his stories with such gusto.
Leng Shuang felt a pang of heartache listening to him. "Then..., is the sect leader's wife... alright?"
"Great! Of course she's alright!"
Leng Shuang raised her questioning eyes, giving Leng Lei a rather "ambiguous" smile.
"In the end, the sect leader was so angry that he locked himself and his wife in their room, and even the young master was taken away by the nanny
. He wouldn't allow anyone to disturb them. Tell me,
what else could the sect leader's wife be doing right now, besides being 'pampered' by the sect leader?" Leng
Shuang felt a stab in her heart, and quickly lowered her head to pour herself another cup of tea. "Is that so... is that so?"
"Yes!" Leng Lei, unsuspecting, continued slowly.
"Otherwise, what else could it be? You know how terrifying the sect leader's possessiveness towards his wife is!"
The sect leader's wife cried so much because of Leng Shuang's disappearance. Could the sect leader possibly bear it?
Suddenly, Leng Lei remembered the past when Leng Shuang was sent flying by the sect leader in a fit of jealousy for getting too close to the sect leader's wife.
He immediately covered his mouth.
But it was too late!
Leng Shuang's face turned pale, and she stopped drinking her tea.
Damn it! Leng Lei cursed himself inwardly. It was all his fault for having such a big mouth. Of all things to bring up, he had to bring up
such a hurtful topic. Such matters between men and women are inherently sensitive; touching either side is undesirable. Moreover
, he vaguely sensed Leng Shuang's love for the sect leader's wife, but no one wanted
to voice it.
Leng Shuang gazed at the tea leaves unfurling in his cup, motionless like an old monk in meditation, his heart
clenching with pain.
Yes! How could he not understand?
The sect leader's love for Xiao Yi ran as deep as his jealousy. Several times, he had seen Xiao Yi
come to chat with him, her fair neck covered in bluish-purple hickeys.
He knew clearly that these were marks left by the sect leader's mad love for her.
Seeing this, his heart ached with jealousy, yet outwardly, he had to maintain a certain distance and a
polite smile.
He couldn't be disobedient; he absolutely couldn't forget his own identity, and even more so, he couldn't forget hers—she was the sect leader's
wife, and he was the sect leader's protector!
Thinking of this, his heart ached once more, feeling as if it would break.
Wasn't that the reason he married Xiangci, to take Xiaoyi's place and bear his uncontrollable
desires, to let her shield him from the sect leader's intense jealousy?
His whole body suddenly felt hot. That substitute for Xiaoyi—his wife—he suddenly…
wanted her so much, wanted her to help him release all the suppressed love within him.
Leng Shuang could no longer sit still. He put down his teacup, abruptly stood up, ignoring Leng Lei's glaring gaze, and
strode out of the hall towards a side room in another courtyard.
Leng Lei watched him leave, only reacting after a long while.
"Hey! Leng Shuang, hey! We still have things to discuss!"
But his protest was too slow.
In the blink of an eye, Leng Shuang had vanished.
In the dark depths of sleep, for some reason, she couldn't wake up.
Although in her hazy state, it seemed someone was carrying her through the wind, she just couldn't wake up.
She didn't know how much time had passed. The voices stopped, the swaying stopped, leaving only a quiet, still,
dark space that enveloped her.
But she still couldn't wake up.
She couldn't understand why she couldn't wake up; she only felt dizzy and heavy all over, wanting only to sleep, to sleep forever…
Her consciousness floated in the complete darkness of sleep, unable to open her eyes.
Suddenly, a huge, heavy object pressed down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
She tried to open her eyes in fright, but…
Oh God! She couldn't open her eyes.
Who was it? Who was so roughly tearing off her clothes and roughly kneading her body?
No! No, husband, save me!
But she didn't have the strength to push away this powerful man. His hot breath sprayed onto her neck…
Ah! No, he was licking and biting her smooth skin…
She was terrified, but she didn't have a shred of strength, let alone the strength to push him away!
No! "No, my husband, where are you?"
She tried to cry out, but even her throat wouldn't cooperate.
Her whole body was limp as mud, unable to open her eyes or move.
All her panic turned into two streams of clear tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes and flowed down her cheeks.
She had never expected that the one pressing down on her was not only her own lord!
In the darkness, Leng Shuang frantically licked her entire body; her soft, fragrant female body was
the embodiment of Xiao Yi, the one who had tempted his heart.
Oh...
this soft, voluptuous body that made him lose control was even more tender than tofu, as if it would
shatter at the slightest touch.
He couldn't bear the wild fantasies tormenting his mind, about everything between Xiao Yi and the sect leader... Xiao Yi was
his, here, now, in the darkness.
He swiftly pulled down his trousers, and before he could even remove his robes, his
throbbing , erect manhood pressed tightly against her most tender and beautiful spot.
He cupped her buttocks in his large hands and pushed forward, entering her silky inner world.
But that wasn't enough. He leaned back, thrusting even deeper into her warm, soft passage,
enjoying the trembling sensation of being completely enveloped by her.
"Oh... Xiaoyi..." he exhaled shakily, then released her.
He wanted to hear her cry, to hear her real, resonant moans.
Cry! Xiaoyi, cry for him, let him know she is his.
He thrust again and again, sinking himself deep into her body, greedily
possessing every inch of her, every soft, sweet part.
His frenzied rhythm pulled away her tears. So... so it was her husband!
But his hoarse, emotional cry, while dispelling the fear in her heart, also
invaded her most vulnerable soul along with his penetration, forcing out the tears that had already flowed because she was unprepared
.
He thrust into her depths again and again, the overwhelming and intense pressure nearly crushing her delicate
body.
"Slow...slower...husband...slower..."
she gasped and groaned with each frenzied pounding.
No! He didn't want it to be slow, because it was because he was too slow that Xiaoyi had been taken from him.
So now he didn't want it to be slow, he just wanted it to be fast, the faster the better, so that Xiaoyi would be his.
Just like the woman beneath him now, he could hear a sob in her voice.
She must be crying again, but he didn't want to pity her. He was afraid that if he did, she would
no longer be his.
It was always like this, no! He didn't want to pity her, he just wanted her to cry! Let her cry properly, let him
possess her completely.
That way, she would never run away again.
A wave of pleasure surged through him, and he thrust his hips, desperately and passionately possessing the beautiful woman beneath him, possessing her
without restraint.
This time, he didn't want to be slow, only fast; he wanted to be wild, savage, unrestrained, releasing
everything .
His movements became wilder and wilder, his speed faster and faster, until finally, Xiangci's consciousness was in a state of
dizziness .
Oh! God, what was this feeling?
She was tossed up and down again and again, the entire darkness seemed to be spinning.
The heavy pressure completely filling her body was beyond her sensory abilities, forcing out a scream of
imbalance .
Finally, he forcefully released all his suppressed fantasies, penetrating deeply into her body,
reluctant to withdraw for a long time.
In a daze, her consciousness slowly returned to her mind.
The passion had just happened so quickly; before she could even process it, it was all… over.
What was wrong with him? She felt her husband tonight seemed different from before, but she couldn't quite
put her finger on it
. She unconsciously raised her soft hand and gently stroked his back, extremely careful, because she
was so afraid he would push her away again.
Even so, she mustered her courage and gently stroked his muscular back. For some reason, she
felt he seemed to have that need.
When her hand lightly touched his back, she felt him tremble, as if he wanted to
push .
But after a long time, he still didn't move. Only then did she dare to exhale slightly.
Truly, she was so afraid she might have overstepped his tolerance level. Fortunately, he didn't think she
was bothering him.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her soft hands still dared not use too much force as she gently stroked his tense back.
Finally, she felt the muscles under her fingers gradually relax.
The quiet air flowed silently in the darkness, and a comfortable, gentle feeling
slowly spread from her soft hands stroking his back to his entire body.
The frown between his brows also eased, and his eyes slowly closed, drifting into
sleep .
It wasn't until she heard his even breathing near her ear that she realized the tall, strong man was
fast .
She was stunned for a moment; his heavy body made it difficult for her to breathe, but she still didn't dare stop her hands,
continuing to gently stroke his back.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off. But
subconsciously, her hands continued to gently stroke him…
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Chapter Eight)
The next morning, she woke up to find herself in a completely unfamiliar place.
Startled, she immediately sat up and turned to look at the magnificent bed curtains hanging around the bed.
Where was she? She looked down at the brocade quilt and pillows covering her, all so luxurious and
exquisite .
These… these were things she had never seen before in her life.
Last night, she felt as if she were shrouded in boundless darkness, coupled with her husband's wild demands. She never imagined she
would find herself in another place.
Such luxurious things, clearly not from ordinary families
,
filled her bewildered mind with questions about her husband's occupation and his ability to live in such a place. Only now did she realize she knew absolutely nothing
about .
When she saw him injured by the stream, she was only focused on saving him, without thinking much; later,
unable to resist, she gave herself to him…
One thing after another happened, leaving her no time to think, never even considering his background,
before marrying him in a daze.
But she should have realized that even though his clothes were no different from the other men on Apricot Blossom Island,
he stood out from the crowd, exceptionally distinguished.
Shui Yingying's gaze involuntarily shifted to the spot beside her pillow where he had once slept. A wave of melancholy washed over her.
Had he... sacrificed something for her? She thought of the "small act" he had spoken of, and unconsciously glanced around at the bed
curtains. The melancholy in her heart deepened. Her soft hand gently caressed the spot where he had slept, lingering
there.
It was already cold; it seemed he had gotten up very early.
Yet she had been fast asleep.
Oh no! She frantically threw back the covers, searching for her clothes.
Although she didn't know his background, in such a wealthy family, what if he had parents and siblings
, and she was still sleeping until this late? Wouldn't that leave a bad impression?
She quickly dressed, lifted the bed curtains, got out of bed, and began to make the bed.
The simple-minded girl never imagined that such a luxurious place would not even have a single servant to attend to her.
She simply took it for granted that taking care of the things around her was her job, just like when she lived on Xinghua
Island and took care of her own home.
In truth, Leng Shuang deliberately avoided having the servants from the villa attend to her. Aside from Leng Lei, he didn't intend to
alert anyone else that he was married.
After all, for him, marriage was merely a normal response to the old man's request
, nothing more.
Therefore, he said nothing, did nothing, and even used a subtle, inexplicable intention
to neglect her.
But Xiang Ci was oblivious to any right or wrong in this; she simply did what she considered her duty
.
After making the bed, she didn't glance at her room again, hurriedly opened the door, and went out.
However, as soon as she stepped out, she was startled.
Such a… such a luxurious and opulent place, such a vast courtyard, such intricate corridors—she had
no idea where to go.
She stood there, bewildered, gazing at the unfamiliar surroundings, unable to discern her way .
The courtyard was so quiet, so still, without a single sound, without a single familiar object, except for the
gentle morning sunlight bathing her.
A sudden, intense sense of loneliness washed over her, as if she had been left behind by the world.
Tears welled up in her bewildered eyes, and she lowered her face to wipe them away, feeling both terrified and
helpless.
Suddenly, a tall shadow loomed over her. Startled, she looked up and saw
He Feng standing before her—her husband.
Yet, she hadn't sensed his arrival at all.
Her heart trembled slightly as she saw his dark eyes fixed on her, a gaze that sent a
chill down her spine.
She lowered her head shyly, feeling her breath catch in her throat.
"Breakfast is ready, let's go!"
Breakfast was already prepared, but she hadn't appeared. He had planned to wait a little longer, but as always, things remained
the same. The impatient Leng Lei, thinking something was wrong, kept insisting on coming over, which only disturbed his
peace.
He had no choice but to come out for some fresh air before Leng Lei drove him mad, and also to check if she was awake. Unexpectedly
, he saw her alone, head bowed, wiping away tears in the courtyard.
At that moment, his heart clenched painfully, just like when he woke up that morning to find her delicate hands
still faithfully protecting his back; it felt as if something had pierced his heart.
She didn't have to go to such lengths to comfort him, but she did it without complaint
.
Even the smallest gesture was carefully guarded, her duty unwavering.
It pained him deeply, because he couldn't help but think of the part of himself he had lost because of Xiao Yi.
Why should she suffer the same pain he had endured? What was her fault
? If there was any fault, it was that she shouldn't have saved him, shouldn't have let him mistake her for
Xiao Yi, leading him to ultimately be unable to refuse her father's request and marry her.
Her "mistake" was that she wasn't Xiaoyi, yet her voice, some of her expressions, were so much
like Xiaoyi's. So much
so that every time in the darkness, when she breathed and moaned softly in his ear, he would always think he was holding Xiaoyi
, and time and again he had lost himself in that illusion.
But in the daytime, when he saw her jade-like beauty, all the love in his heart turned into an
indescribable emptiness.
This was his wife—not his lover!
How ironic, yet how inevitable the ending. So, he could only walk away with mixed feelings.
He couldn't say whether his feelings were love for Xiaoyi, hatred, or
a more heart-wrenching pity.
In short, her pitiful and helpless appearance truly pierced his heart.
She obediently followed him through a maze of turns into a large hall. Then, blushing, she discovered that the table was already laden with a sumptuous meal, and that there was another unfamiliar man seated
in the hall besides them . She was so shy she almost hid behind Leng Shuang, but the powerful made her afraid to actually hide behind him. She could only suppress her shyness and timidly lower her head to sit down behind him. Leng Lei watched all this with great interest. Wow! Where did Leng Shuang find such a heavenly beauty? Although his long service to the King of the Gate had made him immune to naturally beautiful women, he still couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for her. Alas! Such a beautiful woman, yet she's paired with such an unromantic man—what a waste ! Seeing his beautiful wife sit down, Leng Shuang didn't even offer a greeting, simply picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat , as if it had nothing to do with him. How could he so coldly feel indignant on her behalf? She was his wife! Didn't he see his shy wife, too embarrassed to even touch her chopsticks? What was even more inconsiderate was that Leng Shuangran wouldn't even introduce herself; she was utterly clueless. Therefore, he naturally felt "obligated" to ease the awkward atmosphere for her. Otherwise, in his opinion, even after Leng Shuang finished her meal, his wife's chopsticks would remain untouched. "Madam, hello, I'm Leng Shuang's brother, my name is Leng Lei. You can just call me Lei!" Xiang Ci hadn't expected the strange man to speak to her. She looked up at him in surprise awkward smile, and nodded. "Uncle, hello." Uncle... he hadn't misheard, had he? "Shuang, you..." Leng Lei looked at Leng Shuang in astonishment. Could it be that Leng Shuang hadn't told his wife about his true identity? A cold glint flashed in Leng Shuang's dark eyes. Oh! Leng Lei understood; it meant "mind your own business." Sigh! He had received this kind of message hundreds of times before, and it was unbelievable that even now, after he was married , she was still incorrigible, always trying to scare his heart, which was more fragile than anyone else's. But this couldn't go on. Now that she was married to Leng Shuang, how could he not let her know about the Midnight Gate ?

"Madam, calling me 'Uncle' sounds a bit awkward! Because he and I..." Leng
Lei gestured to himself, then to Leng Shuang, "...are not blood brothers, so I really don't dare accept that title."
Xiang Ci was extremely surprised. She looked at Leng Lei, who was smiling warmly at her, and thought to herself, "Not
blood brothers, then what are they?"
The coldness in Leng Shuang's eyes intensified. He gave Leng Lei a serious "glare," but Leng Lei returned his
gaze with even more determination. "That's right! She's already your wife, why don't you make it clear and let her understand your
situation? This ambiguity only causes more trouble. Besides, she's going to enter the Nameless Valley with us, how can you
not let her understand?"
Leng Shuang had been with Leng Lei for so many years; naturally, she could understand his thoughts through his eyes.
The two stared at each other for a long time. Finally, Leng Shuang sighed inwardly and gave in. That's right, they were about to enter the Nameless Valley. She couldn't enter
without letting her partner understand who she was —firstly, because the Nameless Valley never accepted outsiders. In the end, it was still his fault; he was the one delaying. Perhaps it was because deep down, he was unwilling to openly acknowledge that she was truly his wife, which was why he hadn't been willing to make things clear. "Alright! Lei, I agree with you, but could we wait until after we finish this meal?" Leng Shuang conceded. "Of course." Leng Lei gave Xiang Ci, who was staring blankly at them, a big smile, and then cheerfully encouraged her to pick up her chopsticks and eat. "Eat! Madam, don't be shy, eat as much as you want. There's no one else here, so don't worry about your image ." Xiang Ci hadn't expected this man named Leng Lei to care about her. Her face , suddenly flushed red, like a white silk smeared with red paint. She felt extremely embarrassed. She quickly lowered her face, too embarrassed to look at anyone else, picked up her cutlery, murmured "thank you" to Leng Lei, and began to eat slowly and deliberately. Throughout the meal, she didn't dare to look up . Aside from her father and Leng Shuang, she had never shared a meal with anyone else. She was actually quite uncomfortable with another stranger suddenly appearing at the table, but for her father and husband, she was willing to learn to adapt. Besides, this man was so straightforward! He spoke his mind directly, even his laughter was so hearty, not only enlivening the atmosphere but also offering some comfort. Xiang Ci found that as she got used to Leng Lei's presence, her tense and shy heart gradually relaxed, and a smile appeared on her lowered face as she ate, allowing her to slowly enjoy the rich and varied breakfast before her. It wasn't until she put down her spoon and looked up that she realized her husband was staring at her. Good heavens! How long had he been staring at her without her noticing? Her face flushed instantly, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from his dark, piercing eyes. "Have you eaten?" Hearing his gentle greeting, she looked at him, flattered, and nodded involuntarily. Before her surprise could subside, he uttered another sentence that made her even more delighted, "Then let's go for a walk!" With that, he stood up, giving Leng Lei a teasing glare, and then walked out. Xiang Ci stared at him blankly for a long time, only snapping out of her daze after he left. She quickly got up and shyly followed him. At that moment, her eyes and heart were filled only with Leng Shuang's tall, upright back. Unconsciously, she had followed him into the courtyard where a gentle spring breeze was blowing. She smiled happily; although he didn't speak, just walking with him like this was enough for . "Did my father-in-law ever tell you my background?" She shook her head. "No." He suddenly stopped and turned to face her. She was taken aback, completely unprepared for his sudden stop, and nearly stumbled backward, her fair face flushing crimson with embarrassment. He reached out a large hand to steady her, releasing her only after she regained her balance. She, on the other hand, was burning with shame. However, just as her heart was pounding, an even greater shock struck. "I am one of the four chief protectors of the Midnight Gate." He didn't mince words, but went straight to the point. "I am the Sorrowful Ghost." What was he saying? What was the Midnight Gate? What was the Sorrowful Ghost?! The blush on Xiangci's face quickly faded, replaced by a pale, sun-kissed look. She had heard the martial arts students on the island, who yearned for the adventures of the martial world, talk about this organization before, but whenever they spoke of it, their faces always carried a sense of fear. In the martial world, no one was unaware of the Midnight Gate, a shadowy organization—a killer group specializing in murder. They killed without blinking an eye, showing no mercy; every job they accepted was a success. What a terrifying record! However, what was even more terrifying was that no one had ever seen their true faces. Their assassins always appeared in plain black clothing, covered from head to toe. Legend had it that the four chief guards beside the Midnight Gate leader's throne—the Joyful Demon, the Angry Demon, the Sorrowful Ghost, and the Delightful Monster—were not only incredibly skilled, but wore black robes and four exquisitely crafted ghost masks with different expressions. Suddenly, all the rumors she had heard before seemed to come alive before her eyes. She couldn't help but recall the black robe she first saw on the stream rocks, but she hadn't seen the legendary ghost mask. So... so the Midnight Gate really does exist, and she... actually married the Sorrowful Ghost of the Midnight Gate... Seeing the sudden drain of color from her face, Leng Shuang felt a cruel pleasure . Yes! He is the Sorrowful Ghost. Since you insisted on marrying me back then, this is the bitter fruit you deserve. He didn't know what he was expecting; perhaps he was hoping to see her turn away from him in a panic because of this devastating blow !

So, with even colder malice, he told her another cruel truth.
"Anyone who isn't a member of the Midnight Gate, once married into the Midnight Gate, must both husband and wife slit their wrists, pour
their blood into a bowl, and drink it together, to show that they are now members of the Midnight Gate, faithful for life, and will never
betray. Otherwise—the traitor dies."
She looked up at him, pale-faced, unsure what the dark expression on his face meant, but it
struck her deeply, causing her a profound pain.
Her father must already know his identity. She couldn't help but recall the three days she spent with him;
when he looked at her, his eyes were always so loving yet so sorrowful…
Father…
Just thinking of her clear eyes made her want to cry. Since her father already knew the truth but didn't reveal it,
she was willing to trust her heart's choice and never regret it.
"Okay." She nodded, bravely looking directly into his gloomy black eyes,
pouring into her clear, beautiful eyes as she gazed at him.
Although her face was still pale and her voice trembled slightly, she showed no sign of backing down, which made her
appear with a gentle and pure beauty.
For a moment, he was truly stunned.
"You don't regret it?" He didn't know why he asked, but he asked anyway.
"I don't regret it." Her soft voice echoed firmly in the spring breeze, brushing against his ears
and against his hardened heart.
It seemed as if some warm current was flowing within him.
But he immediately closed his eyes, rejecting all sensations, and his heart returned to its initial
indifference .
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Chapter Nine
Nameless Valley The warm spring breeze gently caressed the earth, and also brushed against Xiangci's fragrant cheek, occasionally lifting
a strand of black hair by her side.
Xiangci lightly brushed the black hair behind her ear, and quietly strolled through the lush forest. With a fresh
feeling curiously looked around this endless forest—it turned out to be
the courtyard where her husband lived alone.
A delicate smile involuntarily bloomed on her soft lips. Who would imagine that the
infamous Midnight Ghost lived in such a beautiful place
? Gazing at the golden-emerald sunlight filtering through the branches, even the forest was bathed in the gentle warmth of spring,
a vibrant and tender golden-emerald hue that would make anyone feel refreshed and invigorated!
This magnificent forest reminded her of the apricot grove on Apricot Blossom Island, both planted with apricots everywhere,
surely a breathtaking sight when in bloom!
Perhaps it was this similarity that somewhat soothed her homesickness,
giving .
Several days had passed since she entered the villa, yet, apart from the exhilarating revelry at night, she hadn't
seen him during the day.
Every time she opened her eyes to greet the dawn of another morning, the warmth of his presence on her pillow was long gone.
This often made her wonder if the passionate lovemaking she experienced at night was just a dream,
or if
it had actually happened. After several days, she went from daring to stay only inside the large house to finally venturing outside.
To be honest, this kind of life was very difficult for her, who was used to being busy. Suddenly
, everything was taken care of for her—meals were prepared and delivered to her room on time,
and then quietly and quickly taken away after she finished eating; trained servants were always tidying up and cleaning inside and outside the house, but no one
would disturb her; as for all her clothes, needless to say, including clothes, shoes, and accessories… everything
was prepared perfectly, without a single item missing.
Although Leng Shuang deliberately didn't allow any maids to serve her daily life, it was already enough to make her feel
suffocated.
She didn't know what she should do or what she could do in this unfamiliar environment. If she did
anything extra , even just because she was unfamiliar with the surroundings, it might be considered impolite.
So, she restrained her hands, which wanted to do things, and temporarily submitted to his arrangements, quietly
becoming a free spirit.
However, this idleness made her heart flutter!
So today, she finally couldn't resist casting aside her shyness and spontaneously stepped outside, wanting
to explore everything in her courtyard.
Back then, Leng Shuang had brought her into the valley in the middle of the night, so she couldn't see anything clearly—well…
to be precise, she opened her eyes to find herself already lying in their spacious room, as always, the room
was pitch black, and before she could even ask a question, he had kissed her and removed her half-undone
clothes …
Thinking of this, her face flushed. How
embarrassing!
She quickly looked around, as if afraid that if someone was watching her, they would see through her
thoughts…
And sure enough, there was someone standing not far away, smiling at her.
Caught off guard, she gasped in surprise when she looked up, clutching her chest and crying out, "Ah!"
The other person immediately raised his hands to his chest in sympathy.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. If I really frightened you, I
apologize profusely."
It turned out he was the same friendly and cheerful Leng Lei who had returned with them a few days ago.
Hearing his "sincere" apology, she blushed even more.
"No…it was my oversight, it has nothing to do with the Fourth Guardian."
"No, no."
Leng Lei waved his hand casually. "These past few days, Leng Shuang hasn't brought you out to eat with us. We asked him
, but he wouldn't say. So I came over myself to see if he'd abused you beyond recognition."
Ignoring any propriety between men and women, he strode closer to her, then carefully examined her complexion.
"Hmm...you look alright! It seems he hasn't abused you much!"
Her face grew increasingly hot under his gaze. Even her husband had never
looked at her so closely and so intently in broad daylight!
She wanted to cover her face and run away, but she didn't dare, nor was she comfortable doing so. She could only stand
there, her fair face flushed, awkwardly watching the careless yet well-intentioned Leng Lei scrutinize her.
Suddenly, a small pebble flew through the air with lightning speed. Leng Lei jumped back about three feet, narrowly
avoiding the projectile.
"Wow! Which villain dared to use the 'stealing step' to ambush me! Show yourself if you dare!"
"What 'ambush'? That's too harsh. I was merely rescuing this lady from her predicament."
A handsome and dashing man emerged from behind another tree, a hint of mockery on his lips.
"Leng Xiao, what are you doing here?" Leng Lei
raised his eyebrows in surprise as he watched Leng Xiao emerge from behind the tree.
"If you can come, why can't I?"
Leng Xiao retorted casually. However, when he looked at Xiang Ci, the mockery on his lips vanished instantly,
replaced by a polite and friendly smile. "Madam, hello. I'm sorry to have made you laugh. I hope you
weren't frightened by our simpleton."
"No, don't say that. The Fourth Guardian is a very nice person."
Xiang Ci lowered her gaze shyly. Suddenly, another completely unfamiliar man appeared, and she didn't know
what to do.
She desperately suppressed the urge to run back to her room and hide, secretly taking deep breaths to ensure she
had enough courage to avoid fainting.
Leng Lei, still defiant, protested loudly, "Hey! Who are you calling a fool? And
why did you just say you were rescuing this lady from her predicament?"
"Sigh! You don't believe me when I say you're a fool!"
Ye Xiao sighed dramatically. "Didn't you see she was so shy she was about to faint?"
"I said..." Suddenly, another gentle voice joined in, "If you two keep arguing,
Lady Shuang will really faint!" As soon
as the voice finished, a handsome and refined man floated down from the tree.
The two men standing on the ground exclaimed simultaneously, "Xia! What brings you here too?"
Leng Xia chuckled, looking at Leng Xiao and Leng Lei. "It's simple, my reason for coming is the same as yours."
So, they were all of the same mind!
Leng Shuang had been in the valley with his new wife for days, yet he still hadn't publicly introduced her to everyone. Left
with no other choice, they had to personally "visit" him!
So, after several days of restraint, everyone gathered together without prior arrangement.
It's understandable; who wouldn't want to see what kind of
wife their "partner" of so many years had married?
Their curiosity made Xiang Ci so embarrassed she almost fainted. Her cheeks burned continuously, and her
heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
Oh God! How could she escape them without being impolite?
"Madam, don't be nervous, we won't hurt you."
"Yes..." she replied timidly, but still tried to remain polite.
"I never thought that such a dull man would marry such a beautiful woman!" The tone
sounded rather regretful.
"Oh! Really? You sound quite envious. If you're so envious, why don't you go and marry
one ?" another person teased.
"It'll be difficult for him to marry her! Haven't you seen how many women in the martial world are throwing themselves at him, and he
doesn't even glance at !"
"Hey! Don't you know when to speak! Don't you see there's a virtuous and dignified adult here?"
Just as her mind was in a complete mess, not knowing what to listen to, suddenly, a deep
voice came, clearing her confused head and sinking into her heart.
"What are you all doing here?"
Thank goodness, it was her husband!
She looked up in surprise. She was happy to see Leng Shuang, who never appeared in the courtyard during the day
, walking over from the other side of the woods. However, her heart skipped a beat. Because, as he approached, the expression on his
face seemed a little more gloomy than usual...
"What are we doing? Just fulfilling our duty and visiting your wife."
Leng Shuang walked into the circle they had formed, stood beside Xiang Ci, and glanced at her beautiful eyes.
Then, his gaze turned calmly to the other three. "Have you forgotten about the meeting?"
His attitude was as usual.
Upon hearing this... The other three's anticipation of a good show vanished completely!
Oh right! There's some important "business" to discuss later!
Everyone straightened up, politely bid farewell to Xiangci, and then dispersed like a gust of wind.
As they left, Xiangci felt her breathing become easier again, no longer so unbearable!
She gratefully looked up at Leng Shuang, who remained beside her, and found him looking down at her as well.
His dark eyes held deep pain, yet concealed a complex and wild flame, making her
heart clench for a moment.
Just as she was about to lose her breath, he suddenly turned and walked away from her, step by step.
For a instant, she really thought he would do "something," but—he did nothing,
simply turning and walking away silently…
Watching his receding figure, for some reason, tears welled up inexplicably,
shattering all her defenses quickly. Drop after drop…
just as she couldn't suppress her deep love for him…
She couldn't help but raise her wrist, looking at the thin, white mark that had already healed. Through her teary eyes,
she seemed to see again his expression as he lightly sliced her wrist with a knife, watching her blood flow into the bowl
—the unfathomable glint in his eyes then was just like she had seen it just now!
Especially when he saw her drink the blood that had mingled with theirs from the rim of the bowl, the fire in his eyes was her…
An impression she could never erase—so heavy, so yearning!
Thinking of his gaze then, her heart began to pound uncontrollably again. She gently touched
the scars on her wrist for a moment, letting the tears flow freely,
pouring out along with the emotions she had buried deep within her heart.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she could almost hear the melodious birdsong in the forest again, she
took out her handkerchief and wiped away her tears. "Xiangxiang, love well! There's no need for guilt.
You'll always be welcome back home..."
Before she left home, her father had earnestly instructed her, seemingly just to assure her that she would never be without a home.
How fortunate she was to have a father in this era who didn't care about worldly conventions and only cared about her
. She understood that her father truly loved her.
Father, I love you. Xiangxiang will remember your words and never let you down.
She considered herself fortunate. She couldn't forget the painstaking effort her father had poured into raising her. No! I'm
not pitiful, she kept telling herself, I am fortunate.
I have a father, and... a husband.
At least, I can marry the man I love, even though... he doesn't love me.
Thinking of this, the light in her eyes dimmed again, because... she remembered that he didn't love her at all. She
only knew that the painful longing in his eyes clenched her heart so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
Husband, even though you don't love me, I still love you so much. I can't control my love for you. Being able to
live with you in the same place, breathing the same air, makes me so happy. In the council chamber, Leng Shuang
sat silently in his chair, listening to Leng Xiao and the others' discussion. It seemed that all the issues had come to an end. However,
he sat in the empty main seat—the sect leader still hadn't appeared.
He had been back in the valley for several days...
but since his return, the sect leader and his wife had remained locked in Songfeng Courtyard,
never coming out.
During this time, apart from Fanghua and Fangfei bringing meals on time, no one was allowed to enter and disturb them,
not even the young master.
Everything seemed to have returned to the frenzied state when the sect leader first married his wife. He
dumped on the four head guards, ignoring everything himself!
It must be because Xiaoyi cried over his disappearance, which aroused the sect leader's insane jealousy,
causing him to abandon everything and lock himself and her in their boudoir for days on end, indulging in unrestrained pleasure.
"I heard that even today, Fanghua and the others can still hear sounds coming from inside the room that make their ears burn."
When Leng Lei jokingly recounted these facts, his heart ached so much that he almost had to take off his mask of
composure !
God!
Xiaoyi...
He thought of that little girl who drove two grown men crazy at the same time, that Xiaoyi who often made him unable to control his
emotions. He kept trying to find Xiaoyi's shadow in the woman he had just married.
He knew he shouldn't, but he just couldn't help it!
Although. Xiao Yi was the sect leader's beloved wife, and also the one he truly desired to possess!
But now he no longer had the right, because he was already married!
Thinking of the woman who always gently endured him, he knew perfectly well how innocent she truly was. His heart
suddenly felt a sharp, tearing pain. He didn't know whether to hate himself more or pity the gentle
woman more .
Suddenly, the doors of the council hall opened, and Fang Fei, one of the close female attendants serving the sect leader's wife, was summoned in by Leng Lei.
"How is it?"
Fang Fei blushed slightly and silently shook her head.
"Still not working?" Leng Lei asked anxiously.
The others understood Leng Lei's kind heart and didn't stop him; after all, asking wouldn't hurt.
Except for Leng Shuang, who looked up, puzzled. Lost in thought, he
hadn't even noticed Leng Lei's question. Leng Xiao suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and calmly changed the subject,
"So, you still haven't had a chance to tell the sect leader that the head guard has returned?"
"Yes, Fang Fei hasn't been able to find an opportunity to say so."
"Alright, you can leave now!" Leng Xiao didn't press her further; he understood that further questioning might
lead to more sensitive topics.
Watching Fang Fei's departing figure, everyone fell into silence.
"When will we be able to see the sect leader?" Leng Lei finally asked the question that had been on his mind. He
just couldn't hold it in.
"I think," Leng Xia glanced thoughtfully at Leng Shuang, "when the sect leader wants to come out, we
'll naturally see him."
Leng Shuang felt another pang in his heart; the pent-up anger within him began to burn fiercely again,
but he suppressed it, his expression as indifferent as his heart.
Like a flame flickering and then extinguished, but whether it was truly extinguished,
only the mournful ghosts of the night would know.
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Chapter Ten
Night fell…
She had finished her meal and cleansed herself, quietly sitting on the bed, bending her knees, embracing her bent
legs , resting her smooth chin on her knees, quietly watching the soft light cast on the bed curtains, waiting for time
to pass, just like the past few days…
She was waiting for her husband to return; but, just like the previous nights… Time ticked by, and
there was no sign of him returning...
She remained motionless, silent. Should she go to bed like this or continue waiting?
She struggled with this uncertainty for a long time, until drowsiness overcame her, and she fell asleep in that position.
The candlelight had gone out sometime ago, and the sky had darkened sometime earlier…
A tall, robust man finally emerged from the hidden darkness.
The room was completely dark, but that didn't hinder his keen eyesight in the shadows.
He walked effortlessly to the bedside, quickly removed his clothes, and lifted the curtain to get into bed, only
to find her sitting against the headboard.
He frowned slightly. Finding her asleep, he bent down, picked her up, and laid her back down on the bed.
But the moment he touched her soft skin, he found his desire reignited!
Suddenly, the image of her surrounded by Leng Xia and the others during the day inexplicably resurfaced, so vivid that his
heart began to pound heavily in his chest. He was surprised to find that he was “somewhat” unable to bear
the sight of her surrounded by men!
He couldn't forget the blood oath they had sworn—when he took out a knife and slit his wrist, watching his
blood flow into the bowl, he didn't know why his heart had become so confused.
When he quickly and lightly sliced open her slender, white wrist, seeing her face grow even paler from blood loss, he didn't
know why he felt so suffocated and pained.
His mind involuntarily lingered on the image of her gently parting her lips, drinking from the bowl…
one sip, two sips, three sips…
watching her so gently swallow their shared blood…
he suddenly felt he needed to immediately find a large glass of cool water to soothe
the flames that had suddenly surged from the depths of his soul. Nothing had shaken him more than that moment; in that instant, he realized an
unchangeable fact—from that moment on, they were husband and wife, bound by blood!
Yet—oh one day! His heart was not with her!
This feeling of both intimacy and estrangement almost tore his heart apart!
This feeling made him increasingly uncontrollably crave her soft, fragrant body every night from that day onward,
hoping to find a balance in her to fill his unsatisfied needs.
But night after night, he... became even more unsatisfied!
Because he increasingly felt that she was not just his indifference, but the woman he would spend his life with!
His large hand, which had been gently moving to her chest and caressing her, suddenly closed its fingers, grasping
one of her full breasts with such force that it even woke her from her slumber!
She woke up with a start, blinking in pain, desperately trying to make out the strong man staring at her intently in the darkness
. Unfortunately, the darkness did not cooperate!
No matter how hard she tried, she could not see anything, only vaguely sensing a huge
dark shadow looming before her.
She was too shocked to think, becoming somewhat incoherent, "I...I am...I..."
She didn't know what she wanted to say!
His tone seemed to become more severe, sounding more like a ghostly voice in the darkness.
"Have you forgotten who you are?"
No! "No!"
she exclaimed in surprise, blurting out, "No! I haven't forgotten, I'm your wife."
Then, realizing her mistake, she quickly covered her mouth.
Oh no! He always hated any woman other than "Xiao Yi" in the dark, because only in
the darkness was Xiao Yi the lover he longed for!
But… he didn't seem angry, only remaining silent for a moment before continuing to ask her, "Then
who am I?"
This time she could tell him clearly and confidently, "You are my husband." Her soft voice
was full of shyness.
Leng Shuang relaxed the cold lines on her face with satisfaction, but she couldn't see anything in the darkness.
"What's my name?"
"Leng Shuang…"
Her face quietly flushed, because this was the first time she had directly called her husband by his name. A fierce light flashed in the man's eyes in the darkness, yet it also contained a coldness. A faint, mocking smile unconsciously curved
his lips . "Do you love me?" She seemed stunned by the question, as if a fireball had exploded inside her, leaving her dizzy and unable to answer. And…and… his hot breath was on her face, tickling and burning her skin, making her heart flutter and spin—oh God! He was so close, asking her this in the dark, and she still didn't know how to speak! Seeing her silence, he asked again, very firmly, "Do you love me?" His hot breath washed over her face once more, making her feel like she was on fire with embarrassment. He never asked her this, especially at night; he…only "did"! He said nothing except "intimate" things, but what was wrong with him tonight? "Do you love me!" His hoarse voice once more penetrated her ears. Then, his strong, firm body pressed against hers, beginning to rub against her entire body. Oh…God! This feeling is so agonizing! She wanted to arch her back to meet his touch, yet also wanted to shrink back. "Do you love me?" Her head swayed involuntarily on the pillow. Oh! Yes, yes, what was there to be shy about? Why wouldn't she admit it? "Yes, I love you, I love you, I love..." "I love you..." Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt as if the world was spinning. Fangfei's flushed face from the daytime suddenly appeared before his eyes. The message revealed on Xiangci's face made it hard for him to ignore the meaning behind that expression. Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi... It's late! Does the sect leader possess you as I possess my wife? What kind of expression, what kind of reaction, or what kind of voice would you have...? Is that how it is? He thrust deeply inside Xiangci, trying to entice her to utter the moans that captivated him. "Ah... ah..." That's the sound! He entered her even deeper, reaching the very depths of her body. Her soft moans drifted into his ears, but that wasn't enough; he wanted her full response! His large hand covered her slender waist, and he turned her over so that she was on top while he lay steadily on the bottom, holding her firmly.

Xiangci suddenly felt shy. Why was he so unusually excited tonight?
As he demanded words of love from her, they had changed positions, making her feel
as if had no cover whatsoever, as if even her deep love for him was being revealed!
Although she couldn't see anything in the darkness, she still felt so ashamed!
This position…
She clenched her fists in extreme shyness, pressing them against his hard muscles, deciding to completely open her heart to him!
He listened with pleasure to her panting in the darkness, as if… something in his heart had snapped!
But he didn't know what it was, only that there seemed to be a gaping hole in his heart. His large hands reached up to her
pair of full breasts, which were swaying violently with his movements. He cupped them in his palms, enjoying the stimulation of
the nipples being rubbed against his caressing hands.
"Are you mine?" he asked breathlessly.
Little Yi, would the sect leader also be like me, so determined to extort words of love from you? He asked himself painfully.
"Oh...yes...yes..."
He overwhelmed her, making her even more unable to think!
Her soft, delicate body trembled on the ground, rising and
falling .
As if seeking reassurance, he demanded more aggressively from her, once again asking
his heart's desire from the depths of his soul.
"Is this the one you've been looking for?
" "Yes."
Her soft, passionate female voice always gave him everything he asked for without reservation!
"Say it again!"
"I...am yours..." she uttered with difficulty and weakness, the tender words of love in her heart.
She had always told herself that whatever he wanted, she would give him; she wouldn't care whether he reciprocated in kind
.
But tonight, he...oh! God! He…
he pressed down on her rounded back, cupped her beautiful, soft buttocks, and rolled over again,
pinning her beneath him once more in a vigorous thrusting motion. Like a spoiled child, he repeatedly asked, “Do you love me?”
She was overwhelmed by his towering figure, breathless, and dizzy for a while before regaining her senses.
“Do you love me?”
He buried his face in her neck, sucking and licking her rapidly beating pulse.
“I…love you…” Her breathing became even more difficult. Oh God! She truly didn’t know what was wrong with her husband
.
A powerful emotion seemed to burst forth from him, penetrating
her body through his movements.
It seemed to be a…deep pain, one she could feel intensely.
Why, why was he so different tonight?
She opened her eyes wide, trying to see his face through the heavy darkness, but it was no use! His
face was hidden behind the darkness, nothing could be seen except the powerful
, fulfilling sensation of his vigorous thrusts inside her…
“Say it again!” he commanded.
“I…” she groaned weakly, overwhelmed by his thrusts…
“Say it again!” he commanded again.
He relentlessly demanded her promise, forcefully pushing himself into her
body “I… I love you!” Tears welled up in her eyes.
Oh! My beloved husband, what’s wrong with you? Tenderly, she had
sensed something was very wrong with him from the beginning, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask, always feeling a deep wound in his
heart …
Tonight, he didn’t hold her and call her “Xiao Yi” as usual, but instead, he looked like
a wounded wild beast, his wound bleeding, yet he stubbornly refused to utter a single word.
His entire being seemed to be filled with a kind of repulsive hostility.
"Say it again!" A trembling pleasure coursed through his body. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and roared,
savoring the greatest love that her soft, silky body could contain.
Yes, he was deliberately extorting a kind of love that he could no longer give, but which she could willingly and endlessly
provide him—the love he craved.
He had always known that she loved him, and loved him very, very deeply, so deeply that even when he held her with his
eyes closed calling her "Xiao Yi," she could completely accept it.
She never argued or asked for anything, but silently endured his demands.
He had always thought that he could close his eyes and continue like this forever, and that she would always be his lover in
the darkness —Xiao Yi.
But today, the sight of her surrounded by other men during the day completely shattered his pretense. He
could no longer deny the fact that he had married her—he didn't love her, yet he had married her!
His heart already belonged to someone else, but she was the wife he had truly sworn a blood oath with.
That night, as he held her in complete darkness, the face of another woman appeared before his eyes!
She had endured it all without complaint, always forgiving him; but now his heart could no longer bear it.
He couldn't bear the thought of so despicably using her to forget everything.
The sight of her surrounded by men exceeded his capacity to bear it; he could no longer pretend she was Xiaoyi
!
In truth, she was his wife in name and in fact.
"I love you!" she answered gently once more, making him realize his self-deception.
Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi…
The accumulated grief suddenly burst forth from his heart like a flood breaking through a dam.
He closed his eyes tightly and thrust himself deep into her body, trembling as he ejaculated within her…
Xiangci swallowed hard, enduring the force of his frenzied penetration, feeling herself convulse to the peak,
receiving everything from him.
Suddenly, she felt something drip onto her face as she leaned back—a warm, damp
sensation …
She instinctively raised her hand to touch the wetness on her cheek, and was surprised to find it was a real water droplet…
How could there be water droplets?
As she wondered, another drop landed on her eyelid, then another, and another…
Oh my god! She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, her heart pounding in her chest. Could this be…?
The next instant, he was on top of her, his face buried in her neck, tears streaming down his face, holding her
tightly— "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi…"
His voice sounded so sorrowful, so deeply restrained, that it made her heart clench.
So ...men can cry too!
With his mask removed, he wept so silently, letting his tears flow freely,
quickly .
Her husband!
Her nose stung, and she wept for him, her heart aching. She realized that the stronger a man, the more heartbreaking his
tears .
She lay quietly, letting him hold her as he wept. She dared not move, dared not disturb him, silently
weeping with him until the bright moon outside the window gradually disappeared, leaving only the gentle sigh of the breeze...
She would never forget how they had so deeply poured out their sorrow that night, a sorrow tinged
with a quiet peace and a touch of tenderness...
Later, after reading "Why would you love a man who doesn't love you like this?" many times, he still curiously wanted to know
the truth.
"Because I don't love you because you love me, I simply fell in love with you." She confessed simply.
"Don't you care that there's already someone else in my heart, someone else? Maybe I'll never be able
to love ?" He had always believed this to be true.
"That doesn't matter!" She returned his gaze with a gentle smile. "I still love you."
Many years later. Leng Shuang still remembered Xiang Ci's soft and beautiful smile at the exhibition. She seemed so
unassuming, so serene; all she possessed was her unreserved and sincere love for him.
It turned out that a smile full of love could be so simply beautiful.
However, when he finally understood true love, it was many years later. But after
understanding his own feelings, he knew he would cherish her, love her, and love her for the rest of his life.
The End

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