[Urban] Dance of Flowers (Complete) - 14

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Chapter 94 Listen to Mom

Honestly, I think this half-dead state is like feigning madness while drunk. It's just releasing all the repression and grievances of so many years through injury. Illness, pain—physical stimulation is a way of reflecting the inner gloom.

I thought of drinking, of that mental clarity yet physical erratic state after drinking. It's a compulsion, a torment, a struggle of not being able to let go…

At this moment, I only know I'm very sad.

What I gained, what I couldn't gain, what I gained and then lost—all of it hurts, it makes me suffer.

My back burns like fire, tears flow incessantly, the taste salty and bitter. But I swallow them all, as if only that could bring me some comfort.

I miss Yuan Weijiu.

Maybe not because I love him, but because I can't have him.

Back then, my mother died, and I wandered the streets alone, the whole world turning a heavy black. Utter desolation, a sense of hopelessness.

He appeared, like a piercing ray of light tearing through the dark sky, illuminating my desolation.

He symbolized a life that would allow me freedom without the loneliness of wandering. This kind of love, or rather, this desire, Yun Heying couldn't give me, nor could Yun Zhengyue. They needed a stable and lasting relationship, the lifelong companionship of a beautiful and docile woman.

And I wasn't sure I could give them that.

Yuan Weijiu, Yuan Weijiu…

In my deepest pain, I uttered that name. Regardless of love or hate, for the first time, I so frankly admitted that I simply loved this feeling of unattainability. I liked the freedom of not being bound.

Because of love, I tormented myself, and felt exhilarated.

Because I couldn't have him, I was carefree, able to fly freely.

What kind of strange woman am I, that a normal life can't give me a sense of security? I like the feeling of loving someone, yet I'm unwilling to give up the freedom to leave at any time. So only when I love someone, and he doesn't love me back, can I find my true home.

I recalled my childhood, as a helpless and wretched little child, fiercely resisting life's injustices like a newborn beast.

If I was hit, I'd get up; if I was hungry, I'd dig for wild vegetables to fill my stomach. It was as if nothing in this world could defeat me as long as I didn't die. No matter how my mother tried to persuade me, no matter what she said, even when she forcibly changed my name from Chang Suo to Mo Yan to prevent me from causing trouble, I couldn't overcome this stubborn, indomitable spirit—a typical "tough on the outside, soft on the inside" personality.

"Chang Suo... Chang Suo... child, don't speak anymore, don't say anything more... From now on, you'll be called Ning Mo Yan, remember your mother's words, don't resist anymore... my child..."

Yes, I should have been called Ning Chang Suo.

A name filled with my mother's deep love for my father. But this lock not only failed to secure her love, but instead attracted envy and resentment, ultimately leading to a lonely life.

“Child…can you change your temper and become more gentle?”

“Child…women shouldn’t be too strong-willed or stubborn. In this world where men speak, you’ll suffer a lot because of your temperament…you must listen to your mother…”

“Child…my child…”

“Mother…Mother…”

As I babbled incoherently, tears streaming down my face, I was shaken awake by a pair of arms. It was late at night, and the Weaver Girl, wearing only a thin garment, was half-embracing me, calling my name.

In the dim candlelight, her face was filled with anxiety and heartache, her red lips trembling, unable to utter any more words than calling my name. I was delirious with fever, my heart filled with burning pain.

I struggled to grasp the Weaver Girl’s arms, shaking my head and muttering incessantly—

“Weaver Girl…Weaver Girl…I’m in so much pain…I’m in so much discomfort…”

“Begonia…girl…”

Perhaps frightened by my first loss of control, the Weaver Girl simply held my hand tightly, her comfort tinged with anxious and helpless trembling.

I continued to cry and ramble incoherently. In the end, I didn't even know what I was doing.

Maybe I really should have listened to my mother, maybe I should have settled down and lived a normal life. Why did I have to be so stubborn? Why was I so ungrateful, making myself so tired?

Didn't I understand that being too strong-willed is also a problem?

In the end, Zhiniang still called Yun Heying over.

The man called a doctor without saying a word, and I don't remember what happened after that. I only know that the burning sensation in my body was gradually soothed by a coolness, and my body, curled up in pain, was pulled into a warm embrace, carefully held.

When I woke up again, it was several days later.

The morning light shone through the window, not bright, just the usual plainness of winter. Looking down at the arm draped over my waist, I tried to turn around and saw the man lying sideways beside me. His handsome face had a clear stubble, and his clothes were still on, as if he had been taking care of me like this for days and nights.

"Yun Heying..."

My lips were cracked from dehydration, and blood flowed with the slightest movement.

The man hummed in response, reaching out to touch my forehead. His face was cold, devoid of any smile or other expression. He didn't seem concerned at all about how much he had cared for me these past few days.

"The fever's gone. You should rest. I'll go find someone to cook you some porridge."

He sat up casually, looking for his boots by the bedside.

"Thank you..."

I whispered, tugging at his sleeve.

"Hmm."

He paused slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he put on his shoes. Yun Heying glanced down at me, then turned away again, still not saying a word.

"Please take care, Miss Ning."

Chapter 95 Mo Yan

He called me Miss Ning, not Haitang, not Mo Yan... but the most ironic thing of all: the eldest daughter of the Ning family.

The eldest daughter?

Haha, how ridiculous! Do you think I'm some kind of pampered young lady?

Releasing his sleeve, I silently lowered my head, no longer looking at his dazzling red attire. I knew that at this moment, something unseen and intangible had subtly changed between us.

It wasn't good or bad, not even profound. At least I knew that I would never again be the courtesan in his heart… never, ever again, the woman he could touch whenever he wanted.

The daughter of the Prince of Ning's mansion—for the first time, I felt this title was so heavy.

Many, many days later, my wounds finally healed. The so-called healing was only mental; my body was left with delicate pink whip marks, like drooping willow branches reflected on my smooth, white back, forming a stark contrast.

I prided myself on my flawless skin; I was flawed all over, except for this beautiful appearance, which always attracted attention. But now, even that was gone. Ning Lingxia's appearance had stolen the last glimmer of light from me. She crushed me beneath her feet like a withered flower. Still relying on your hands? How can that bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male sex toy anime virgin real body famous name instrument highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

So many years have passed, and I still couldn't escape her torment.

"Haitang, the young masters are having a banquet in the main hall. Are you ready?"

I had just finished showering and was staring blankly at the scars on my back. I hadn't even noticed my long hair going from wet to slightly dry when I was suddenly awakened by the weaver's entrance.

"A banquet? What am I supposed to do there?"

I jerked back, looking completely bewildered.

Seeing my distraction, the weaver's expression softened. She then took a clean dress from the closet and presented it to me, gesturing for me to put it on.

"I know you don't want to see that Princess Ning, but this is really beyond your control. I don't know what she was thinking, but she specifically asked you to serve her. What, didn't the eldest young master tell you?"

"Oh... no, he didn't."

I took the dress in a daze, Ning Lingxia's beautiful face flashing through my mind, and a slight ache in my back made me involuntarily flinch.

Yun Heying hadn't come to see me for a long time. Or rather, we had never had a chance to meet. I've hurt him. I guess if I don't take the initiative to see him again, he'll never come to see me. That's for the best.

But why should I still serve Ning Lingxia?

She'll definitely find another way to humiliate me, and I don't want to be humiliated by her again.

After the whipping and fever, I found myself becoming timid. Perhaps it was because I dreamt of my mother, and all those tangled messes of right and wrong. I suddenly felt very tired, very weary.

The strength in my body was draining away with the rising temperature, that stubbornness was slowly being drained away, leaving only a weak, empty shell, without any hope for the future.

I don't want to fight everything alone anymore, nor do I want this sweet constraint. There is no perfect life, no perfect lover. What I want to do now is leave this place and then live out the rest of my life slowly and ordinarily.

"Go quickly, child, I'm sorry to trouble you. I already know about your agreement with the young master. Just endure for two more months and you'll be free."

Weaver Girl watched me dress in a daze, then personally took a comb and styled my hair into a gentle yet understated way. Wearing the delicate silk dress and light makeup, I looked at myself in the mirror. My beauty carried a faint sadness, and for the first time, I felt my own beauty was so dazzling.

"Remember, speak less. The more you say, the more mistakes you make."

Just before I left, Weaver Girl held my hand and earnestly advised me. She knew my temper and was even more worried about my resistance. I

nodded, my mother's face appearing in my mind.

"Child, from now on you will be called Mo Yan. Don't speak anymore..."

Chapter 96 Wailing

My appearance didn't cause any commotion in the otherwise peaceful main hall, not even the slightest ripple. This atmosphere truly relieved me; it seemed there was no danger.

Yun Heying maintained his indifferent expression, while Yun Zhengyue was busy chatting and laughing with Ning Lingxia, occasionally making light touches that hinted at their impending intimate future.

They seemed to be getting along very well. For a man like Yun Zhengyue, a woman's beauty was above all else. As long as she was pretty enough, he could fall in love at first sight. Perhaps this kind of personality was a good thing for him. At least he would never be hurt as coldly as I was...

A person with a heart will feel pain. Without heart or love, only simple desires are the easiest thing to do.

"Come, Xia'er, try this pastry. I know you love exquisite things, this was specially made for you by the palace chefs, it took me a lot of effort."

Quietly, she came to Yun Zhengyue and Ning Lingxia's side to wait to be served. Although she didn't want to watch, she couldn't escape the man's various forms of attentiveness.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but this scene unconsciously stirred up many memories of the past in my mind. Back then, he loved me so much, doted on me, and took such meticulous care of me. Yet, I betrayed his kindness.

I didn't understand his goodness then, and now seeing him treat someone else well fills me with indescribable bitterness and angst.

Perhaps I'm just too pathetic.

But if it were someone else, it would be alright, but can Ning Lingxia really do it?

This woman who has been willful and domineering since childhood, this woman who always hurt me with the coldest intentions… can Ning Lingxia, who only loves herself and doesn't consider others' feelings at all, really repay Yun Zhengyue's kindness, be a dutiful wife, and be loyal to him for life?

I don't believe it, and I worry about Yun Zhengyue.

"Go, pour me a glass of wine."

Perhaps I was too engrossed in watching Ning Lingxia's back, because soon Yun Heying called me over, easily diverting my attention from the two people I was so absorbed in.

"Young Master, please—"

I poured him a glass as instructed, and he took it without even looking at it and drank it all in one gulp. It almost made me doubt whether his alcohol tolerance was really that bad.

"Again."

Wiping the water from his lips, the man quickly held out the empty cup to me again. I couldn't help but tense up, wondering what kind of temper he was throwing this time, why he always made me so uneasy.

"Yes..."

Trembling, he poured four or five more cups for Yun Heying, which he accepted and drank without hesitation. In the end, his unusual behavior successfully attracted the attention of Yun Zhengyue and Ning Lingxia, who both turned their puzzled gazes toward him.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Zhengyue spoke first. In his memory, Yun Heying had always been a very moderate man, and should never be such a heavy drinker.

"Nothing, come on, drink with me."

He threw the white jade wine cup to the ground, shattering it. The man grabbed the wine pot on the table and gulped it down. A blush rose on his handsome face, and even his deep black eyes became increasingly hazy with drunkenness.

"What are you doing? When did you become a drunkard?"

Yun Zhengyue was startled, then frowned and tried to snatch the wine jug from Yun Heying's hand.

"Get away!"

Having successfully swallowed most of the wine, Yun Heying swayed three times and impatiently pushed away the brother who came to stop him.

I stood helplessly to the side, watching all this, not knowing what to do, nor wanting to know why things had suddenly turned out this way.

Men always have their reasons; they want fame and fortune, they want status, and their actions have their reasons and logic. But I am just a woman—a paper tiger who was once self-righteous and fearless, but now wishes she could shrink into her shell like a snail.

"Brother! What's wrong with you!"

Yun Zhengyue was very confused by the push, and her tone couldn't help but become harsh.

"You, you come here..."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became strange, and the dancing girls also wisely retreated.

Yun Heying pushed Yun Zhengyue away, but his dazed gaze didn't leave me, standing there completely bewildered. He swayed as he leaned towards me, forcefully grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards him. Then, with the stubbornness of a drunkard, he pointed at Ning Lingxia and said to me,

"You're her...sister? Why...didn't you tell me..."

"I..."

Seeing Ning Lingxia's expression change from indifference to disgust, I knew she was the last person she wanted to hear those words. Looking into Yun Heying's questioning eyes, I couldn't help but try to pull my hand away in fear, but his arm immediately wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his embrace. In an instant, I felt like a

caged beast, unable to move. "Brother Yun, you need to think carefully about the word 'sister,' don't you? Isn't she a courtesan in your household? Don't associate her with me in any way."

"I'm not...no..."

Startled by Yun Heying's out-of-control demeanor, I hurriedly shook my head, agreeing with Ning Lingxia.

Sister?

She's right. What kind of sister am I? Just a beast she uses as a toy to abuse. From childhood to adulthood, I've never had anything to do with the Ning Prince's mansion. What's the point of telling him this awkward identity...?

"Do you know...what does this mean?"

Ignoring my resistance, Yun Heying hugged me tighter and tighter, a pained expression appearing on his face.

“Young Master…you’ve had too much to drink…”

Not understanding what he was trying to say, I was only focused on struggling. Ning Lingxia, who had been standing some distance away, had already approached. She raised her pointed nose, her alluring eyes narrowing with a cold, sharp light.

“Brother Yun, I never expected you to be so reluctant to part with a woman like her. But since we’re on the topic, shouldn’t there be no problem with what I discussed with you last time?”

“…”

“What is it?”

Yun Zhengyue looked at her, puzzled, and asked the question that had crossed my mind.

“Although I’ve never acknowledged her, this woman still carries the blood of the Ning family. For her to continue working as a prostitute in your manor is tantamount to insulting our Ning Prince’s manor by producing a bastard. So I told your brother that we’ll send someone to bring her back to our manor in a few days. Whether she lives or dies, it’s up to the Ning family to decide.”

“This…”

Ning Lingxia spoke with an air of fierce authority and self-righteousness. But I felt as if I had fallen into an icy abyss, the chill seeping from my skin to my very bones.

What does this mean...

Ning Lingxia is taking me away?

Not being able to stay in the Yun family means I've lost my hope of being free in two months... Ning Lingxia wants me back simply to imprison me and continue to torture me.

This is practically a death sentence—

"No! I won't go!!"

I was truly terrified... my heart pounded.

I finally had a sliver of hope for the future, and now she's going to clip my wings again. What is she taking me back for? To continue whipping me? To force me to kneel in the snow for three days and three nights? To not give me food, not give me water...

No!!

I don't want to!!!

"Yun Heying... Yun Heying, save me... save me!!"

Only then did I realize what terrible thing had happened. Today's banquet was clearly a trap, premeditated. I grabbed the man's sleeve tightly, tears streaming down my face. I was utterly bewildered, and could only desperately shake my head.

The Ning family mansion was different from the Yun family mansion; the Imperial Guards stood all around… Even as a pirate for many years, I wasn't confident I could escape, let alone with Ning Lingxia there.

“…”

He couldn't utter another word. Pain filled his eyes, but he could only helplessly hold me tightly, despite my frantic state.

“Haitang… Haitang…”

“Oh… to save you, Ning Moyan? You really think you're something special. Don't embarrass the Ning family here anymore. If you're obedient, you'll suffer less.”

Yun Heying's reluctance to part with me clearly provoked the woman's displeasure, and Ning Lingxia's gaze towards me grew increasingly fierce.

Why did she hate me so much…

Why did she have to make me suffer a fate worse than death to feel any pleasure?

After struggling in vain, I finally collapsed weakly into Yun Heying's arms, like a puppet with its strings cut, letting him hold me.

Heaven is going to destroy me.

This is heaven's will to destroy me.

Chapter 97 What, you have a way?

The heavily drunk Yun Heying was quickly taken away by the men Yun Zhengyue had summoned. In an instant, the music ended and the crowd dispersed, leaving the once bustling main hall eerily quiet.

Ning Lingxia glanced at me, sitting there dumbfounded, then, with a triumphant smile, took Yun Zhengyue's arm and walked towards the door. They left bathed in moonlight, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven from every angle, so perfectly suited…

Before leaving, Yun Zhengyue turned back. His deep black eyes looked at me, seemingly curious about what kind of woman could make his cold and heartless elder brother willingly get drunk for me. But I think he was disappointed; I was anything but alluring. My pale face and despairing expression would probably deter any man.

I was like a trapped beast again—

the large main hall was empty; no one had remembered to close the door. The cold wind howled into the room, and the pale moonlight made me forget the warmth I once possessed.

I sat alone on the cold floor, sobbing uncontrollably. My fists pounded against the hard stone, echoing the already broken throbbing of my heart. I felt as if I were about to turn into festering blood.

I was in so much pain, my heart ached so much…

But what good was crying?

When you laugh, the whole world laughs with you. When you cry, you're alone forever.

When all my tears had dried, my body was so cold I could barely feel anything. I stiffly hugged myself, wiped away my tears, and finally, I staggered to my feet, taking difficult steps towards my room.

I wanted to go back inside, a place that was still, for now, mine.

Passing by the lake, I involuntarily stopped. The winter night scenery wasn't so beautiful; it was even cold and desolate. The carefully prepared decorations for Ning Lingxia were fading and decaying day by day. It was clear that nothing beautiful could last forever…

“The sea… I miss the sea…”

For some reason, the image of me repeatedly jumping into the sea to deceive Yuan Weijiu flashed through my mind.

No one forced me; in fact, everyone advised me against taking the risk. Only Yuan Weijiu looked at me with such calm eyes, sipping his cold drink while letting the salty sea breeze tousle his black hair.

It was a kind of trust, or rather, certainty.

Such confidence had once made me grit my teeth in hatred. Because he clearly knew that I would live no matter what, and complete the mission and return no matter what. Because he was Yuan Weijiu… and I couldn't bear to die and leave like this.

I missed that carefree and unrestrained me, I missed that reckless me. And now, what has made me so cowardly?

"What, want to die? It's all ice down here; at worst, you'll just twist your ankle."

Perhaps I was too lost in reminiscing about the past, because I unconsciously made a jumping motion. Just as I was about to fall into the lake, my arm was suddenly grabbed by a strong hand. Then a wave of dizziness washed over me, and I was pulled into a broad embrace, held tightly without any room for resistance.

"You...it's you?"

I looked up blankly. The man in front of me had a straight nose and deep, narrow eyes. He had an arrogant, wicked smile on his lips and was looking down at my face with haughty expression.

“Liu…Liu Yan…”

“Haha, little pirate, it’s amazing you still remember me.”

This young coastal defense governor seemed quite pleased with my panic upon seeing him, like a wolf enjoying the cowardice of a sheep.

“Let go of me! Why are you here?”

Every time he hugged me, the aura emanating from this man made me feel like I was being pricked by needles, as if I were embracing a giant cactus. I struggled to escape from his embrace, but he grabbed both my wrists and pressed me against the artificial rock behind him.

“That’s really hurtful. I just witnessed someone drowning their sorrows in alcohol. I’m a grown man, sitting right next to you and you didn’t even see me. Tell me, are you a little devil or what?”

“You…”

His half-serious, half-joking question stunned me. How come he was here just now… I really hadn’t noticed him at all.

But as he spoke, his face unconsciously drew closer and closer to mine. Finally, his lips were almost touching my ear as he whispered in a low voice, instantly creating an ambiguous atmosphere.

"What... um?"

The man's hot lips touched my ear, making me involuntarily shiver.

"What are you going to do..."

Sensing his hostility, this guy was like a hawk that had been circling in the air for a long time; once he decided to strike, he was determined to succeed, leaving no room for escape.

I didn't know what he wanted from me this time, and I was terrified.

"Guess."

Sure enough, the next moment he opened his lips and took my earring into his mouth, biting it with a little force.

"Hey! Don't... don't do this..."

Being so wantonly taken advantage of by him, I was both ashamed and angry, my head almost suffocating. I tried to raise my knee, wanting to give him a fatal blow, but he was prepared and blocked it, then slammed my body against the rock wall behind the mountain.

"Ouch..."

It hurts.

This bastard is using violence again.

"I advise you to behave yourself, otherwise you'll have to go back to your hometown with that difficult Princess Ning Lingxia. Think it through, right? I'm the only one who can save you now."

His slender fingertips threateningly tapped my nose, and I was stunned by Liu Yan's powerful aura. After a moment, I realized this man actually said he had a way to save me from going back to the Ning Prince's mansion and suffering Ning Lingxia's abuse.

"You...you can save me?"

Chapter 98 Exchanging Bargains 1

Liu Yan's words jolted me awake. Instead of dodging, I clung to him desperately, like grasping at a last straw.

"Tell me, is it true!"

In the cold winter night, the two of us stood by the desolate lake. The moonlight was a pale, desolate white, and his tall figure, shrouded in the night, was mysterious like a ghost from the depths of darkness.

Uncle Jiu…

For some reason, I sensed an aura similar to Yuan Weijiu's from him.

The same wickedness, mystery, and violent rage that was overwhelming. However, Yuan Weijiu possessed an added layer of melancholy compared to him. His inexplicable dejection always made him appear sorrowful when drunk, as if he had lost something most important, leaving only an empty shell lost in nostalgia.

Liu Yan, on the other hand,

was arrogant, vibrant, wicked, and intriguing…

Looking at the man before me with pleading eyes, my body trembled once more at the prospect of my changing fate.

“Heh, now you know how good I am?”

Pressing me against the stone wall again, the man unceremoniously lowered his head and kissed my lips.

My eyes widened at first, then my stiff body slowly softened as if surrendering, even closing my eyes and gently embracing his waist.

I admit my cowardice and shamelessness; I've used any means necessary to achieve my goals. But this has always been my guiding principle.

As long as I don't return to the Ning Prince's mansion, and am not humiliated by that vicious woman Ning Lingxia, I'm willing to do anything.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Satisfied with my sensible compliance, Liu Yan's kissing movements were practiced, even a little ravaging.

His tongue was like a wriggling eel, darting in and out of my mouth, occasionally sucking on my tongue tip, even biting hard with his teeth.

But I could feel that his actions were full of lust, yet unintentional. Compared to the way Yun Heying and Yun Zhengyue had kissed me before, Liu Yan seemed to be doing it for a reason, rather than out of affection for me.

What a strange man, clearly he doesn't like me, why does he do this to me?

"Mmm...mmm..."

Two people who were practically strangers stood by the lake and kissed passionately for a very long time. They kissed passionately, breathlessly. They exchanged oxygen and saliva, entering a wild, animalistic mode of pure release.

In the end, my lips were completely numb, swollen and devoid of all feeling. He seemed to have been aroused, his eyes fixed on me like a wolf, his hands already roaming over my body.

"How about it, sleep with me for one night, and tomorrow I'll free you from Ning Lingxia's clutches."

A simple promise became a seductive spell.

I had no way to get him to keep his word, so even if he got what he wanted, he could change his mind the next morning and I would be helpless against him.

But did I have any other choice?

"Okay..."

I gave a bitter laugh, slowly raising my head and tucking my wind-blown hair behind my ear.

"I'll sleep with you, remember to keep your promise."

"Then it's a deal, come back to the room with me." Chapter 1 of

the second volume of the Flower Dance

: Torture [H Caution]

Liu Yan's room was large and luxurious, even the first cup on the table was of the finest quality, enough to show how much Yun Heying valued this older cousin. Yet he seemed completely accustomed to it all, his every move still carrying that arrogant, aristocratic air, as if they were born to receive such preferential treatment.

I've always despised people who look

down on the world like this—he, Ning Lingxia, both of them. They're all spoiled and arrogant, never caring about others, never concerned with their lives. They always say yes, and no one else has the right to say no. It's as if everyone else isn't human. In this respect, Yun Zhengyue, who suffered hardship from a young age, is a thousand times better than them.

But I was still drawn to another kind of aura surrounding him…

He had a darker aura than Ning Lingxia, and a more enigmatic restraint and wisdom than Yun Zhengyue. He was powerful, even mad, as if I saw Yuan Weijiu from back then, yet with more of a living, breathing presence.

Perhaps it's because he hasn't lost what's most important to him, and still has a love and hope for life.

Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine…

I murmured this name, which I both loved and hated, as I followed Liu Yan to his custom-made large bed.

Liu Yan was tall and strong, perhaps due to years of martial arts training. He sat on the couch, his winter coat mostly pulled open, revealing his muscular chest.

He was a handsome man, very handsome indeed.

Judging by his appearance alone, there was almost no flaw in him. You would secretly think that he was exactly what a man should be like. However, after getting to know his temperament, one could only sigh that nothing in this world is perfect. This handsome man, whenever he was serious, could only send chills down her spine…

“Look at me.”

Not long after, he reached out and slowly but firmly lifted my chin, his handsome face still bearing that critical and disdainful expression.

The way he looked at me made me feel like I was facing a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days. Every glance seemed to gnaw at my flesh, sucking my blood, pinning me to the spot, leaving me no chance to struggle.

That look was pure desire, not just lust, but also the savage pleasure of preying on its prey.

I wouldn't be so presumptuous as to think he was another high-quality man who had fallen for me at first sight, because I felt no warmth in him what I felt for the Yun brothers .

He didn't love me… he didn't love me… he didn't love me, yet he looked at me like that… he didn't love me, yet he made this demand.

"Take it off."

See, the command came again.

With a bitter sigh, I didn't even feign resistance, and quickly stripped myself naked.

The man's room had two charcoal braziers burning, which was warm enough, but I still couldn't help shivering, hugging my naked body.

I couldn't imagine what was about to happen, nor could I truly enjoy that passionate love... I only knew that when his hands began to caress my body, it was as if he were presenting something to be sold. I stared unblinkingly at everything he did to me—

watching him slowly knead my breasts in circles, watching his hands slide over my shoulders, stroking my back. Watching him extend his large, masculine hands between my legs, and finally, tears welled up in my eyes.

"What are you crying for? You're such a spoilsport."

Sure enough, my stiff attitude displeased Lord Liu. Soon he pulled off his belt and blindfolded me like playing hide-and-seek.

"You're such a terrible prostitute. If you're so unwilling, what master would want to sleep with you?"

He dragged me, blindfolded, onto the bed and pinned me down. The soft bedding and his heavy, masculine body formed a stark contrast. My world plunged into darkness, yet I could clearly feel his pulse pounding.

"I'm not a prostitute..."

For some reason, I was too lazy to even struggle, yet I was acutely sensitive to this label.

"My brother redeemed me; I'm no longer a prostitute of the Yun family."

"Oh?"

I couldn't see Liu Yan's expression, but I knew from his voice that he was intrigued. A disdainful smile would soon appear on his lips.

"I say you are, so you are. What right do you, a lamb to the slaughter, have to bargain with me?"

"Ah..."

I couldn't help but scream, because after saying that, Liu Yan roughly spread my legs and thrust his penis in hard.

I had no physical reaction to him, so his thrusts hurt terribly. This pain extended from the most hidden part of my body, spreading throughout my entire being, including my heart.

"Heh, quite tight."

Seemingly enjoying my pain, I clearly felt the murderous weapon inside me not retreating, but instead thrusting even more fiercely, as if it wanted to tear me apart.

"Don't do this... Liu Yan..."

Suffering rape-like abuse, I frantically clung to the man pressing down on me, moaning softly as if begging for mercy.

"Why not, hmm? I think this is good..."

Ignoring my pleading, the man used his lips to comb through my stray hairs, his thick neck entwined with mine, even licking the cold sweat that flowed from my body due to pain with his tongue.

"Liu Yan... Liu..."

His penis was suddenly pulled out of my body, then forcefully thrust in again. Over and over, he didn't care whether I was wet for him, I was even certain that he was in pain too. But he loved this pain, taking advantage of my dryness to thrust wildly and withdraw, even at the cost of hurting each other.

When I finally got used to his presence and began to slowly secrete lubricating fluid, he seemed to no longer need it. His firm buttocks moved gently in circles, as if playing a game, his hard penis ravaging every inch of my passage in an extremely lewd manner…

“Ah… ah um…”

“You say…”

Taking advantage of the moment I breathed a sigh of relief, his tongue slid lightly along my chin to between my breasts, licking back and forth.

“Ah… um…”

I couldn’t see, and the itching and pain in my flower hole had already made me sweat profusely. I hugged him, as if I were hugging my future destiny. But he cruelly played with my body, arbitrarily putting me into various lewd positions.

“If I asked you now where Yuan Weijiu is, would you tell me…”

Chapter 02 He is [h Caution]

“I… I don’t know… Why do you think I would know?”

My body was suddenly turned over, and then my wrists were tightened. Liu Yan used something to tie my hands to the headboard, putting me in a tortured position.

I was forced to kneel on the bed, my waist held by his grip, unable to move. A powerful, thick penis thrust in and out between my legs, stretching the passage to its limit.

"For no reason, someone has to know,"

he growled in my ear, a domineering and irresponsible guess. The man continued thrusting his penis in and out of me, his body slapping against my buttocks with a shameful "slap, slap" sound. He was panting heavily, his hands kneading my breasts like a beast in heat.

This was the most despicable "torture" I had ever witnessed. I had never heard of an executioner raping a prisoner to get the information he wanted.

Was I his prisoner?

No, it was just a transaction…

He promised to rescue me from Ning Lingxia's abuse, and I agreed to sleep with him for one night.

I had been wondering why I had such a strong attraction to someone who didn't like me, that I would offend Ning Lingxia just to sleep with him. Now I understand a little. This guy clearly has ulterior motives; he just wants to get information about Yuan Weijiu from me…

“What kind of logic is that… someone has to know, so that person is me…”

Almost stunned by Liu Yan’s thrusts, I gritted my teeth to keep my moans from being too obvious. My last shred of self-respect told me that if I showed any enjoyment in his bed today, I would never be able to hold my head high in front of this man again.

“Yuan Weijiu is in Zhongzhou right now. You’re his woman, how could you not know where he is?”

Seemingly dissatisfied with being repeatedly told he didn't know, Liu Yan impatiently twisted my chin with his large hand, forcing my face towards him. Although I couldn't see him, I could still feel his murderous and violent gaze through his belt, and his madness as if he wanted to tear me to pieces immediately, to piece together even a trace from my flesh.

"What did you say..."

For a moment, my mind was completely in chaos.

His hot breath on my face was like mist in a forest, confusing me and making me dizzy. I was disoriented for a while before I excitedly understood what he had said.

"You said Yuan Weijiu went ashore... Impossible! He never goes ashore easily!"

The thought that the man might be standing on the same land as me right now, looking at the moon from the same angle, breathing in the same cold air, made it impossible for me to remain indifferent and continue my intimate entanglement with Liu Yan.

"Let me go... let me go!"

I twisted and turned, desperately trying to get him out of my body. The thought that Yuan Weijiu might be right beside me gripped me tightly, making it hard to breathe.

"What? Your man is here, and you've forgotten who you are?"

He sneered, easily subduing my resistance. Instead of letting me go as I wished, Liu Yan lifted one of my legs and forcefully pressed it against my neck, thrusting into me from the side with even greater ferocity.

"Ah... ahh..."

He thrust deep and pulled hard, pounding into my body like a pile driver, as if deliberately trying to make me recognize his presence. I was being raped in humiliation, tears quickly soaking the cloth covering me. All I wanted was to throw myself into Yuan Weijiu's arms and cry my heart out.

No, it's okay not to cry. Uncle Jiu didn't like my crying. As long as I could hug him tightly like a girl, feel his body temperature, and breathe in the scent of his strong liquor... I would be content.

"What? You don't want to anymore? Weren't you so righteous and clear-headed just now? What are you pretending to be now, this chaste and virtuous woman?"

My tears only earned me Liu Yan's mockery. A man who doesn't love me wouldn't cherish me at all. Why would he care whether I cried or laughed during intercourse...?

"Mmm... Uncle Jiu... Uncle Jiu... um..."

Unable to change the helplessness and desolation of my current situation, I unconsciously murmured Yuan Wei Jiu's name, but on the third murmur, Liu Yan forcefully blocked my lips and kissed me passionately.

"Chirp... chirp chirp..."

The sounds of kissing and penetration were equally wet and sticky. I knew this man had no feelings for me; he just wanted to use me to compete with the man he was interested in.

After a long while, until he kissed me until I was almost breathless, Liu Yan bit my lip hard and pressed his nose against mine, saying each word clearly—

"Pirate girl, from now on you are my toy..."

Chapter 3: Showing Off

Sleeping in the same bed with Liu Yan was definitely not a comfortable experience.

After he finished, he covered himself with the quilt and took up most of the bed, falling into a deep sleep. I was left alone, clutching a corner of the quilt, huddled on the edge of the bed, trying to keep my body warm.

I had said I wanted to go back to my own room, but he wouldn't let me. Not only that, Liu Yan also forcefully forbade me to put on my clothes, leaving me to sleep naked next to him...

Ugh, in this cold weather, even if the room was warm and I had just finished strenuous exercise, I shouldn't be able to sleep peacefully naked, right? But this man did whatever he said, giving me no room to resist, so shamelessly domineering.

In desperation, I could only pick up his cloak from the ground and cover my naked body. Then, I quietly pulled a bit of the pillow from under his head and wrapped myself up in it, like someone sleeping outdoors. Finally, I closed my eyes, exhausted.

I didn't sleep well that night, having many, many dreams.

The same man's face kept appearing in my dreams, not Yuan Weijiu, not Yun Zhengyue, and certainly not that domineering and tyrannical coastal defense governor… but Yun Heying, his expression indifferent and his gaze deep, silhouetted against a thin red shirt.

I was surprised. Why didn't I dream of Yuan Weijiu? In my heart, I always felt that only Yuan Weijiu was the only man who occupied my entire mind. I should dream of him; I should never think of anyone else but him.

But it seemed that wasn't the case.

In my dream, I let my mind wander, secretly thinking that Yun Heying looked like an immortal wandering in the mortal world. If only he weren't so petty and calculating. The sight of his flowing robes as he left me in the cave before he departed was enough to captivate my entire youth.

I've never truly understood my feelings for Yun.

I thought I didn't love him, and my actions reflected that, quite resolutely. But after sleeping with Liu Yan, that resolve wavered. I discovered that doing that kind of thing with someone I had absolutely no feelings for was terrifying, so different from when I was with Yun Heying. Even when he raped me while drunk at the beginning, I didn't feel hurt or uncomfortable, nor did I have this intense desire to escape from Liu Yan.

"Yun... Heying..."

I murmured unconsciously, clutching something at my side, and suddenly, I cried like a coward. Perhaps it was the cold, perhaps the dream was too beautiful, perhaps the man sleeping beside me was too terrifying. I sobbed intermittently, tears streaming down my face, indistinctly calling out the name of the man in red.

I think I've probably relapsed into my old, pathetic ways. A woman only shamelessly thinks of her ex's goodness when her current man isn't good enough to her. But by then, it's too late to turn back…

“You…”

I woke up groggily, crying, and then fell back asleep in the darkness. This happened several times, until finally I woke up the last time, my tears dried, and it was already broad daylight.

Most importantly, not only that, but several people I absolutely, positively didn't want to see were standing in front of me at that moment.

“Good morning.”

Liu Yan, who had been keeping the blanket to himself, had somehow covered me, making it seem like we were sleeping together. His thick arms casually wrapped around me, pulling me into his bare chest, and he lazily greeted the gloomy-faced Yun Heying.

“Big Cousin, you…”

Yun Zhengyue, standing to the side, seemed a little embarrassed; after all, witnessing someone's affair wasn't exactly respectable. Perhaps Yun Heying's aura was too dark, so he touched his nose and tried to ease the tension.

"What did you want us to come over so early last morning?"

"I'd like to know too." She spoke

through gritted teeth, each word deliberate, and it was the first time I'd seen Yun Heying's face show such obvious anger.

"Ah, actually, it's nothing much."

Yawning, Liu Yan narrowed her long, thin eyes, kissed my cheek, and then smiled as she turned her gaze to Ning Lingxia, whose face was equally grim.

"I just wanted to say that I've taken a liking to the eldest daughter of the Ning family and plan to take her as a concubine. So, Princess Ning, you don't need to bother bringing her back to your residence. I'll have her pack her things and come directly to my residence in a bit."

"What? How can that be!"

Ning Lingxia's beautiful eyes widened, and she immediately panicked. Her gaze glared at me resentfully, her expression clearly one of bitter disappointment at losing what she thought was a prize.

Okay, if until now I was reluctant to sleep with Liu Yan, then seeing Ning Lingxia's discomfiture made me feel that all the sacrifices were worthwhile.

But…

taking her as a concubine…

this bastard never told me that the price of making Ning Lingxia suffer was far more serious than I thought—a mere fleeting affair.

"Why not? If your sister, whom you don't even want to acknowledge, returns to your household, you'll be miserable every day. It's better to give her to me. At least I, Liu Yan, am quite famous in Zhongzhou for my wives and concubines."

Saying these meaningful words I couldn't understand, Liu Yan laughed heartily, his expression extremely smug.

Yun Zhengyue coughed awkwardly after hearing this, seemingly trying to cover something up. Ning Lingxia blushed immediately, both angry and resentful, yet utterly helpless. Only Yun Heying remained, his expression a masking rage, as if all the anger of his life had been condensed into this moment, his usually cold face now rippled with even greater emotion.

"Liu Yan, you're ruining her...why..."

I saw his clenched fist hidden in his red sleeve; his tall frame, though clearly sober, trembled as if he were drunk. For some reason, perhaps because I hadn't slept well last night, my heart inexplicably began to ache.

"No reason, isn't this what you wanted?"

Faced with Yun Heying's anger, Liu Yan simply pulled me closer.

“Little cousin, in this world, power is always superior to money. What you can't achieve even with a fortune, I can do with a snap of my fingers. Think carefully about what I told you before. If you want to change your mind, come to my manor. It's not too late.”

“What… are you talking about?”

Feeling excluded by her two brothers' incomprehensible conversation, Yun Zhengyue interrupted Liu Yan's perplexing words, trying to interject.

“Ha, nothing. Get ready, come to my manor tonight for my brother's wedding.”

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