Transmigrated into a low-class prostitute - 13-15

44. Unperturbed by

the sudden turn of events, Qing Moli, dressed in a flowing white robe, lazily propped his chin on his hand, reclining on the soft couch, trapping me tightly between him and the wall.

His gentle, jade-like face drew closer and closer, his shallow breaths brushing against my skin.

I recoiled from him like a venomous snake, shrinking towards the wall, my eyes wide open, staring blankly at a certain spot. I remained as serene as if I were the only one on the bed.

He gazed at me silently for a long time, then with a ferocious force, pulled me into his embrace, his large hands gripping my slender waist with a strength that seemed capable of crushing my bones.

I blinked my calm, unwavering eyes, still fixed on that spot in the room, refusing to look at him.

His forced smile crumbled instantly, his eyes flashing with malice. He opened his jaws and bit my ear, and just as I thought he was about to tear it off, he abruptly released it.

His clear, yet chilling eyes flashed with a beastly rage. "You deadpan face, just looking at it makes me furious, I want to crush you right now."

After breathing heavily into my ear, he pinched my ear with his lips, his voice chilling and icy as he murmured, "Speak! Why aren't you saying anything?! Are you sulking with me? What are you sulking about? And what right do you have to be sulking! Huh? Don't think that just because I'm spoiling you now, you can be so arrogant. You're nothing but a plaything for others to defile. You filthy bitch, you shameless thing! What do you want? Ah! Ah!"

He frantically pulled her hair, shaking her head from side to side, but she remained tearless, without a trace of sorrow, her breathing still calm, her expression still serene. It was as if she hadn't cared at all about his insults and actions, her resilience utterly unwavering. So resilient that it drove him to distraction. —No matter how hard he tried to peer into her inner world, he always failed.

Ye Huyan, who had just brought in porridge, heard these words and the rough handling, his face stiffening with displeasure, and he flew into a rage. "Qing Moli, what nonsense are you spouting again? And another thing! If I see you pulling her hair again, don't blame me for being rude!"

He could see that Moli clearly liked her, yet he either insulted her or pulled her hair. He completely lacked his usual gentle and refined demeanor. He didn't know what Moli was thinking; his actions would only push her further away. He could understand this, so why was the cunning Qing Moli so stubborn?

Faced with Ye Huyan's warning, Qing Moli merely raised a few of his charming eyebrows. He was almost completely absorbed in playing with my five fingers. A moment later, he reached out and grabbed my breasts again, his movements almost violent. He nearly tore my clothes.

I had figured out the general pattern of Qing Moli's wickedness: the more I struggled, the more excited he became. I simply closed my eyes to avoid seeing it. I secretly prayed that he would get bored and let me go.

Ye Huyan couldn't stand it any longer. He strode over and fiercely pulled Qing Moli's body up. "None of us can touch her when she doesn't want to."

"That's stupid! Women are for touching. What's the point of keeping her if we don't touch her? We might as well keep a pig." Qing Moli's slightly upturned phoenix eyes and slender eyebrows fluttered with a dashing air. He despised Ye Huyan's old-fashioned ways to the extreme.

"If you touch her again, I'll throw you out!" That's the advantage of being good at martial arts. You can throw someone away whenever you want. You won't allow anyone to resist in the slightest.

Qing Moli curled his lip, "Forget it, I'll fuck her hard again someday anyway, I'm not in a hurry." The thought of fucking her until she cried for her parents brought him pleasure.

Hearing this, I was so angry I almost choked, my fists clenched tightly. I really wanted to castrate that damned madman, Qing Moli.

45. The mantis stalks the cicada .

A desolate autumn, a chilling wind. Green leaves withered, falling softly. The grass turned yellow, collapsing in patches. All things in heaven and earth inevitably presented a bleak scene.

The once pristine white stone steps of Flame Manor were now stained with blood, and tall, strong men could be seen everywhere, clutching their wounds and rolling on the ground.

The autumn wind that blew past my nose carried the stench of blood, bringing with it a terrifying, hellish atmosphere.

Suddenly, a strong, handsome brown horse strode into the manor, leaving two rows of bright, bloody hoofprints.

Yan Sheng leaped from his horse, his feet treading on the wet, blood-stained white stone steps, leaving crimson footprints.

His hair, bound by a jade crown, was partially unbound, with two long, flowing strands fluttering in the wind. A few withered petals silently fell upon Yan Sheng, adorning his sinister, peerless face.

"Where is she?" Yan Sheng asked only one question.

"Whom does Your Highness refer to as 'her'?" Ye Huyan curled his lip, his aura of a ruthless, iron-blooded man chillingly cold as he retorted, "I'd like to hear which 'her' Your Highness injured thousands of my Flame Manor for?"

Yan Sheng's thin, watery lips curled into a smile, his killing intent shaking the heavens and earth. "It seems you want me to raze your manor to the ground."

Ye Huyan clenched his fist, his eyes narrowing, his pupils contracting.

In that instant of confrontation, even the air seemed to thin.

A strategist in a red court robe took a small step forward from behind Yan Sheng, but remained behind him. "We naturally have evidence pointing to the Princess Consort's presence. To prove Lord Ye's innocence, we request that you allow us to search the manor."

This was Yan Sheng's final warning—obediently allow them to search the manor to find her; otherwise, the Flame Manor, built by generations of the Ye family, would be destroyed today.

At this moment, Qing Moli, standing beside Ye Huyan, smiled faintly and said, "Then please search, everyone. But I must say this beforehand: what if Prince Sheng cannot find Princess Consort here?"

That little vixen's ability to bewitch people was truly remarkable; even this high-ranking regent couldn't escape her grasp. He was willing to fight these 'jianghu people' for her sake, disregarding his empire.

"If you cannot find her, I will grant you one condition," Yan Sheng promised. If it weren't for Tao Hua, he wouldn't want to be enemies with these two.

Qing Moli smiled faintly, his elegant eyebrows slightly raised. "That's enough from Prince Sheng." He lowered his head, his eyes half-closed, and waved his hand lazily. "Please, come on."

Then, Qing Moli turned around, pulled the ramrod-straight-standing Ye Huyan to sit on a stone chair under a paulownia tree, and ordered servants to bring fruit, clearly intending to watch others make a fool of themselves.

The well-trained imperial army quickly surrounded Yan Manor.

For this search, Yan Sheng had specially gathered experts from across the country skilled in constructing secret chambers, to prevent any oversights.

All the secret chambers, large and small, in Yan Manor were searched, but Peach Blossom was nowhere to be found.

Yan Sheng ordered repeated searches, practically turning Yan Manor upside down, but still, Peach Blossom was nowhere to be found.

Because Qing Moli and Ye Huyan had always had a good relationship, the Li Pavilion Villa was only a street away from Yan Manor.

To be on the safe side, Yan Sheng left some men to guard the Yan residence, then rode straight to Li Manor, turning Qing Moli's Li Pavilion villa upside down. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find Tao Hua.

Yan Sheng was exhausted and extremely anxious. Where was she? How could he find her?

Qing Moli glanced at Yan Sheng, noticing that his sleeves had been slashed in several places by a sharp object, revealing bloodstains on his muscles through the cuts. Qing Moli pondered: Yan Sheng had always been extremely protective of his body, his skin practically flawless. Yet, in search of her, he had disregarded his own health and personally searched his body. This showed that the enchantress held a truly extraordinary place in Yan Sheng's heart.

Qing Moli raised a sly smile at the corner of his charming phoenix eyes, a sly glint flashing in his clear gaze as Yan Sheng's anxiety deepened. He said calmly, "As the saying goes, 'Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see clearly.' Prince Sheng, would you like to hear a few words from me?" Yan

Sheng paused, his eyes darkening, his thin, watery lips uttering only one word, "Speak." If a person has never encountered a 'thing,' then even if they never possess it in their lifetime, they will never desire it. But if they have tasted the sweetness that 'thing' brings, then they will never forget it. He would pay any price to get back that precious 'thing.'

Qingmo smiled gently and said slowly, "Many people covet the Princess Consort. Among them, we only know of Linghu Yue, Hu Yan, and myself. However, due to our poor lightness skills, if we were to infiltrate Prince Sheng's residence to abduct her, we would definitely be discovered by the guards inside. Therefore, Linghu Yue and I can be ruled out. As for Hu Yan, his lightness skills are unparalleled, and the most likely person to take the Princess Consort away is... However, Prince Sheng has already searched Yan Manor. There was no trace of the Princess Consort inside, which proves that Hu Yan is innocent... I think Prince Sheng..." "You must have thought of that long ago. But Prince Sheng, you've overlooked an important person, the one most likely to have taken Tao Hua away." Qing Moli paused here, "I think Prince Sheng still remembers that Tao Hua disappeared for over a year. No matter how hard we searched recently, we couldn't find her. If we hadn't happened to run into her in the capital that time, and Hu Yan hadn't 'coincidentally' recognized her disguised form, we might still be searching for her."

Qing Moli's meaning was clear: Tao Hua couldn't have suddenly learned disguise; she must have been taught by an unknown master. And that 'master' must be the one who hid Tao Hua for over a year. Yan Sheng's eyes darkened; Tao Hua might have been taken away by that master.

Yan Sheng frowned deeply, anxiously wondering who that person was and what their purpose was in taking Tao Hua away.

"Thank you," Yan Sheng said. With the clues provided by Qing Moli, finding Tao Hua would be much easier.

Thinking of this, Yan Sheng immediately composed himself and swiftly tidied up the mess before him. "The medical expenses for the injured in Yan Manor will be covered by the imperial court. As for the damaged parts of your two manors, I will also order funds to be allocated for repairs." Their interests were intertwined, and unless absolutely necessary, he would never make an enemy of Yan Manor and Li Pavilion.

Qing Moli smiled and bowed to Yan Sheng, but Ye Huyan remained indifferent, turning her face away and ignoring him.

Qing Moli slightly turned her head and smiled, "However, I have one last speculation."

Yan Sheng, who was about to leave, paused for a moment before saying, "Speak." "

It's possible that the Princess Consort's disappearance is because she's hiding and trying to escape the capital." He had to keep a close eye on such a cunning woman.

Yan Sheng's heart sank. Given Tao Hua's personality, this wasn't impossible. He closed his eyes in annoyance; it seemed he had trusted her too much and cared too much about her, overlooking such an important possibility.

Yan Sheng cupped his hands to Qing Moli and said, "Thank you."

Qing Moli nodded with a smile, accepting Yan Sheng's thanks. She smiled and said, "Your Highness, there's no need to be so polite. Don't forget you promised us a condition."

Yan Sheng nodded, his expression indifferent, revealing nothing.

46. The oriole lurks behind. After

Yan Sheng left, Ye Huyan and Qing Moli eagerly rushed towards the main hall of Yan Manor. The magnificent hall was supported by nine vermilion pillars, each requiring two people to encircle.

Ye Huyan leaped onto a beam and pressed it against the eye of a carved white tiger. A large vermilion pillar in the center of the hall slowly opened a crack.

The vermilion pillar in the center, though outwardly identical to the others, was actually hollow, with countless tiny, hidden ventilation openings at its top. This airtight chamber was large enough to conceal a person. He had used acupressure to put Peach Blossom to sleep and carried her into this secret passage within the pillar.

However, when the passage opened, Ye Huyan's heart sank, for the hollow pillar was empty.

"Where is she?! Where did she go?!" Ye Huyan grabbed Qing Moli's collar, roaring and screaming. How could she have vanished into thin air?!

Only he and Qing Moli knew that Peach Blossom was hidden inside the pillar. Therefore, Ye Huyan's first thought was that Qing Moli must have moved Peach Blossom elsewhere.

Qing Moli's face was also very ugly. "I've been with you the whole time. Where would I have found the time to move her?"

"You don't need to do it yourself. You can call your men to move her." Ye Huyan gritted his teeth in anger. This was a classic case of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Oh? This is your territory. Although it's not as heavily guarded as the Prince Sheng's manor, it's still full of experts. No matter how capable my men are, they couldn't possibly take the unconscious Peach Blossom out of the Prince Sheng 's manor

without making a sound." "Back then, when Yan Sheng led his troops to attack the manor, everyone's attention was on the soldiers Yan Sheng brought. The defenses here were completely lax. It's not impossible for your men to take her away without making a sound."

Qing Moli's face turned cold. "Ye Huyan, haven't you had enough? If I had such intentions, why would I have shamelessly insisted on sharing her with you in the first place?"

"This is just a deception you deliberately set up to fool me!"

"We've been brothers for years. How could you not believe me?" Qing Moli sneered.

Ye Huyan stared intently at Qing Moli for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before slowly releasing him. "I was too hasty. I shouldn't have doubted you."

He wasn't a mindless brute; he was certain this matter had nothing to do with Qing Moli. Anyway, his lightness skill was excellent; he had plenty of ability to track 'everyone,' so why alert them now? Ironically, after so many years of brotherhood, they'd fallen so low over a woman. It seemed women truly were a source of trouble. Peach Blossom was the worst of the worst, ruining so many arrogant men.

Qing Moli glanced at him and said, "I know how you feel. I'm just as anxious." Outsiders might think Ye Huyan was a completely brainless brute, but having known him for years, he understood Ye Huyan's hidden true nature better than anyone. He knew he didn't believe him, but what could he do if he didn't admit it?

Ye Huyan actually risked the lives of thousands of his brothers in his manor to possess her, which shows how much that enchantress meant to him. —It's fine that Peach Blossom wasn't found during the search, but if Yan Sheng had, given his current demeanor and ruthless nature, he would definitely have massacred Ye Huyan's manor, giving him a bloody lesson he'd never forget…

47 Imprisonment (Caution)

After being knocked unconscious by Ye Huyan, I woke up to find myself in complete darkness.

Where am I? Why is it so dark? I tried to move, but found my hands and feet were bound by ropes, unable to move.

Suddenly, I heard the rumbling sound of stones moving, and the light of a candle shone in. Although the candlelight was weak, my eyes, accustomed to darkness, still squinted.

In the dim candlelight, I scanned my surroundings. —It was a simple stone house, very small. There was only the low couch beneath me and a very narrow passageway; and a wooden barrel with a lid in the corner.

Just then, a woman dressed as a maid walked gracefully towards me, carrying a candlestick in one hand and a lacquered red food plate in the other. As

she approached, I sized her up: her long, ink-black hair was simply tied into two buns, her chin was pointed, her eyebrows and eyes delicate, her face rosy and her cheeks flushed, her demeanor alluring and captivating—a beauty that could easily be admired.

"Dinner's ready." But the beauty's voice was so cold it seemed to freeze the air.

I blinked sharply and shook my still-drowsy head. I thought to myself: I've only just woken up, and she's already bringing in the food. The people who captured me certainly timed it perfectly.

She picked up the bowl and used a porcelain spoon to scoop up round lotus seeds and feed them to me. I turned my head away and said calmly, "Untie the ropes, I'll eat by myself."

A clear look of surprise crossed her face. I gave a sarcastic smirk; I guess she'd never seen anyone speak so calmly while imprisoned.

She quickly composed herself, her surprised expression returning to its usual blankness, and said in her usual cold tone, "I advise you not to try anything funny. If you want to eat, just open your mouth. If you don't, only your stomach will go hungry." My master had instructed me that this woman was cunning and that I must keep a close watch on her, without the slightest negligence. Now it seemed my master's instructions were not without reason.

"I need to rinse my mouth," I said, my eyes half-closed, my voice dry and hoarse. The taste in my mouth was terribly bitter; it seemed I had been unconscious for a long time, otherwise, why would my mouth taste so bitter?

She pursed her lips, staring at me with wide, incredulous eyes. As if she had seen a great monster.

I chuckled softly. Indeed. A person trapped in such a predicament, what need is there for so many rules? Was I behaving too abnormally? --Should I start crying and making a scene to prove I'm normal?

She lowered her eyes, ignoring my words, and held the rice to my mouth again, coldly demanding, "Eat."

"I suppose your master doesn't want me to starve to death?" The hidden meaning was that without rinsing my mouth, I couldn't eat.

Seeing her face change drastically from red to pale, I softened my voice, "I said I need to rinse my mouth, not to deliberately make things difficult. It's just a habit I've developed over the years, and I don't intend to compromise." Without rinsing, I'd be eating a mouthful of bacteria. My body isn't free; I don't want to eat something so filthy.

She picked up a large bowl of soup from the ground with both hands. "Here."

I smiled sarcastically. Rinsing with ginseng? That's truly extravagant!

After rinsing, I obediently opened my mouth and ate the round lotus seeds she fed me. She was right; if I didn't eat, only my stomach would go hungry. Why should I make things difficult for myself?

After the meal, I lowered my eyes and said calmly, "Untie me; I need to relieve myself."

She frowned and immediately cleared away the dishes. Then she picked me up and carried me to the small wooden tub in the corner.

I was shocked; this woman was as strong as a man.

She put me down, lifted my skirt, untied my trousers, and pulled them down. She opened the tub lid and pressed me against it.

My body froze, as if my self-respect had been trampled and crushed under her feet…

After a long, long time, I managed to utter, “I can’t pee with you standing here.” This was my last shred of dignity; I didn’t want to pee in front of people like a dog.

She was furious, her slender eyebrows raised, and she said menacingly, “Fine, if you can’t pee, I’ll just have the maid wash your pants after you do.”

I closed my eyes, laughing angrily, “Fine, then you can come and change my pants later!”

The atmosphere was eerie; her face slowly turned ashen. “I’ve never seen such a shameless woman.” With that, she stormed towards the stone door, her steps halting at the entrance. She turned sharply, coldly snapping at me, "Hurry up!"

With that, she quickly pressed a mechanism on the wall, and the stone door opened with a loud bang. After she left, the door slammed shut behind her.

A moment later, guessing I'd finished urinating, she came back in through the stone door, grabbed my pants, and carried me back to the low couch where I'd been lying. Holding a candle, she picked up the vermilion food box from the floor and headed towards the stone door.

Seeing this, I quickly called out to her, "Wait!"

She turned coldly, "What else do you want?"

I said, "Leave the candle." Being in darkness for too long is bad for eyesight.

She glared at me coldly, shaking her head, "No, this is the master's order."

After she left, the secret passage returned to complete darkness.

Master? Was her master Ye Hu Yan? Or Qing Mo Li?

Logically, Ye Hu Yan wouldn't treat me like this.

Although I harbor deep resentment towards Ye Huyan, I do know some of his 'behaviors'—he's never been that cruel to me.

Thinking about it this way, the most likely explanation is: I'm now in Qing Moli's hands…

day after day. My life has no daylight, only night—a very, very long night.

I don't know how long I've been in this dark stone chamber.

Just when I thought I would spend another long time in the darkness, I saw Qing Moli…

"Peach Blossom, I really missed you. Did you miss me?" He held me in his arms like a treasure, his cheek nuzzling against mine with tender affection.

I looked up and saw Qing Moli's lips curved into a gentle smile. His long black hair cascaded over me, completely enveloping me.

His handsome, radiant eyes were gazing at me tenderly. He gently cupped my cheeks in his hands, whispering sweet nothings, his voice filled with deep affection, "I underestimated your charm, and overestimated my own willpower!" So this was what longing, yearning, and lovesickness were.

He smiled, a gentle, lingering smile, a smile that captivated the soul. —If you were to ask what his most outstanding feature was, it would be his smile—a smile that could topple cities, a second smile that could topple kingdoms. If such a smile were on a woman, she would surely be a femme fatale, capable of bringing ruin to a nation.

At that moment, I heard his voice several seconds later than I saw his mouth move. —This feeling was like the discrepancy between the dubbing and the image on the screen when watching television in a past life.

"What's wrong? Why are your eyes so dull?"

Dull? I chuckled, secretly wondering: Could it be that being locked in the dark has damaged my brain?

Perhaps…a damaged brain isn't so bad. At least I wouldn't think too much, and I wouldn't suffer from thinking too much.

"What are you grinning about?" His eyes held an anxiety I couldn't decipher. "You've been locked up for too long; it's dulled your mind." He paused, then apologized hoarsely, "...I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept you locked up for so long. I'll release you when Ye Huyan stops bothering me. Please wait a few more days, okay?"

Although her eyes were somewhat unfocused and fearful, the stubbornness in them remained unchanged. She could be terrified, she could be helpless, but she seemed never to lose her strength. And this strength made him both pity and resentful. He pity her strength, and he resented it as well.

Seeing that I remained expressionless and like a scarecrow, Qing Moli became furious. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently. "What kind of attitude is this?! Am I not worthy of being the man you serve for the rest of your life? Huh? Huh, talk to me! What's wrong with me that you despise me like this? Huh?!"

I looked up at Qing Moli, this handsome man who seemed like a madman. I didn't understand the heartache on his face. I was afraid of him, and at the same time, I couldn't understand him.

"Don't look at me like that anymore, I can't take it." He sighed softly, his heart softening at her gaze. In that moment, he knew that her clear yet firm gaze had been deeply engraved in his heart. He knew he was completely captivated, and he understood that his heart had been completely captured by her. Now, even though his body was still there, a soul that was completely his own was missing, because his other half was now entirely bound to her. —He had long since become a useless person, possessing only a body but devoid of his own soul.

"I've become like this, what else are you dissatisfied with? Speak up, are you mute? I'm telling you to speak! Did you hear me…" He spoke in a low voice, his voice tinged with agitation and anger.

"Qing Moli, what exactly do you want to do? What is your purpose?" I smirked, a mocking smile playing on my lips. What nonsense was he spouting? I couldn't understand a word he was saying!

Qing Moli pinched my cheek, his eyes filled with a crazed obsession. "Even now you're still playing dumb! What I want to do, what is my purpose, can't you see it clearly, can't you understand? I don't think you're that kind of fool!"

His pride prevented him from piercing that veil of pretense, from openly admitting his feelings to her. But even if he hadn't said it aloud, his actions should have been clear enough, thorough enough! How could a woman as intelligent as her not understand? So she was just playing dumb with him, clearly not taking his feelings seriously at all!

He laughed wildly, his expression turning grim, and angrily ripped several strands of my hair from my scalp.

"Ah!" I bit my lower lip, enduring the pain in my scalp, my eyes widening in shock. "Qing Moli, I'm not a mind reader. How could I possibly understand your messy affairs?" Men like them have money and looks; what woman couldn't they have? Why would they cling to me so desperately?

For love? I scoffed through gritted teeth. I had never thought so highly of myself, believing that my wretched appearance could make these high and mighty men so desperately cling to me.

I often wondered if Bai Yiyan had done something to Tao Hua's body back then, like: that having sex with me would increase a man's lifespan or something.

Bai Yiyan!

Even now, thinking of that name still makes me grit my teeth with hatred. I wanted to rip out his heart, drink his blood, and eat his flesh! It's all because of that damned man! If it weren't for his momentary wickedness, how could I have ended up like this?!

I clenched my fists tightly. Why was I so soft-hearted back then? Why didn't I take a sharp knife and plunge it into his heart, ending this monster's life? -- I hated him to death, yet I still couldn't bring myself to kill him? Why? Why?! Why is all this happening? Is it because I'm too soft-hearted to kill? Or... is there some other emotion at play?

After hearing what I said, Qing Moli smiled gently and happily, completely devoid of the fierceness he had shown when he pulled my hair. "Peach Blossom wants to be a tapeworm in my belly? Fine, I'll make you my little tapeworm..."

As he spoke, Qing Moli brushed aside the soft strands of hair that had fallen beside my ear with his slender fingers, gently kissing my fair ear with tender, lingering kisses. His tongue, restless, poked back and forth inside my sensitive little hole like a squid. "Although I've never kept tapeworms in my belly, as long as Peach Blossom wants to be one, I will keep you in my belly forever, until I die..." Qing Moli murmured in his heart: This is a distorted love confession, Peach Blossom, Peach Blossom. Did you understand?

He breathed heavily in my ear, then his mouth moved from my ear to my lips. He pried open my little mouth and sucked my saliva forcefully, as if he wanted to suck my soul out of my mouth and swallow it into his belly.

"It's been so long since I've fucked you, I've been going crazy with longing for you, you know? I never thought I'd crave a woman this much. You're the first woman I've ever wanted to fuck so badly..." Qing Moli murmured, his words both obscene and tender.

He forcefully stripped me of my clothes, the pink fabric scattering on the ground like flower petals, rippling across the surface. It was a poignant sight, enough to make one's heart ache.

Qing Moli lifted my buttocks and thrust his enormous penis hard into my vagina, the head filling the opening, his massive shaft squeezing into the wet passage.

The initial pleasure of entering my vagina almost made Qing Moli ejaculate. "Hiss... Your hole is really small, I've been drilling for ages and only half my cock has gone in, ugh... Hiss... You're so tight it's killing me!" He took a deep breath, suppressing his urge to ejaculate, and thrust his penis deep into my flesh, but only two-thirds of his large penis went in.

"Ah..." I opened my mouth wide and cried out in pain.

Qing Moli, panting heavily, buried his head between my breasts, his nose pressed against my cleavage as he breathed deeply, "You must not have been fucked by a man in too long, um... It's really painful for me to fuck your hole, you must be having a hard time too. Ugh... But after a while, you'll feel very good and comfortable." Because of the longing in his crotch, his words were so obscene that they were disgusting to hear.

"Ugh... um..." I felt incredibly uncomfortable, my legs kicking and thrashing wildly. He panted heavily, roughly pinning down my flailing legs, gripping my waist, and forcefully thrusting his enormous penis, which I had been writhing out of, back into my vagina. Then he vigorously swung his penis back and forth inside me, churning and churning it wildly. My tender vagina, being fucked, was churned with fluids.

"Ugh... oh~~ Your ass is really something, soft and fluffy, white and tender, so elastic, and cool and refreshing. It feels so damn good to squeeze!" Qing Moli thrust his lower body, struggling to pump his enormous penis in and out, while his hands roughly grabbed and squeezed my tender ass flesh, pulling it into various shapes.

My breasts bounced wildly with his rapid thrusts, and I opened my mouth wide in unbearable ecstasy, panting heavily, my body limp like a lump of flesh in his hands, letting him fuck me as he pleased!

“You filthy bitch! You rotten whore! Oh…ah…your cunt is so wonderful! I’m fucking you so good.” Qing Moli gasped, his enormous penis twitching excitedly inside me. His trembling glans rubbed against my cervix, making it tingle and itch, causing my entire vagina to tremble and contract uncontrollably. My cervix gripped the mushroom head of his penis tightly, twitching and refusing to let go.

“Uh…” The tightness of my vaginal muscles gripping his penis made Qing Moli tremble with pleasure. He gritted his teeth, thickened his neck, and gripped my buttocks tightly with his large hands, pulling my buttocks as he began to thrust violently, making my white breasts sway and create a white, undulating wave of milk, truly captivating and mesmerizing.

Qing Moli’s eyes shone brightly, his lust burning, and he was already at the point of no return. As if dissatisfied with the speed, he threw his head back and roared, his thick, long penis thrusting into my core with lightning speed, causing my vagina to gush with lustful fluids, bringing waves of ecstasy.

"Ahhh!" My body was slammed against the bed by the impact, his hot, large penis feeling as if it wanted to pierce me, each thrust more forceful and intense than the last.

My vagina was hot from the friction of his large penis, "Ugh. Mmm~~" It felt as if Qing Moli's penis was burning inside me.

He trembled and cried out. His penis was numb and aching from the tightness and heat of her vaginal muscles; the sensation was incredibly pleasurable!

"You're so wet. Do you love being fucked like this? Hmm?" Qing Moli murmured, his eyes filled with deep infatuation.

"Your cunt just needs fucking. You're such a rotten whore, a stinking bitch! Your cunt gets so itchy and wet without a man touching it! Ah, ah~~ I want to fuck your cunt raw, tear your belly apart, and then let my semen flow from your belly. Semen mixed with your blood and vaginal fluid will be so beautiful, so alluring..." Seeing her expression unchanged, as if he had left no mark on her heart, he was unwilling! He couldn't accept this reality, so he wanted revenge like a madman! And he was taking revenge on her at this moment!

"You think you can remain calm while you've turned my heart upside down? Damn! Damn! I just want to fuck you to pieces!" At the height of lust and rage, Qing Moli's heart was almost insanely frenzied. He gritted his teeth in anger, his heart pounding with rage.

My eyes stung, the crystalline tears welling up but stubbornly refusing to fall. Qing Moli's insults were too intense, too vicious.

I bit my lower lip tightly: I can't cry, I mustn't cry, and I'm not allowed to cry!

The crazed Qing Moli pressed his lips to my ear, breathing heavily as he whispered, "It feels good to be inside you, doesn't it? Let me fuck you often from now on, okay?"

I turned my head away in shame and indignation, ignoring this filthy beast. But this only provoked him to angrily spread my legs. The ligaments between my legs were torn and throbbed with pain, and the delicate flower beneath my swollen mons pubis slapped loudly under his pubic bone.

"Ouch~~" It really hurts. I gasped several times from the pain, my delicate features contorted in agony.

"You whore, are you trying to squeeze me to death? I've been fucking you for so long, why don't you loosen up a bit? Oh. Oh. You're squeezing me so tight I'm about to burst! Ah~~ Ah~~ If all whores' holes were as tight as yours, then all the men in the world would be blessed! Ah~~ Ah~~ It feels so good..."

Suddenly, Qing Moli's entire upper body weight pressed down on my hole. He quickly pulled up his buttocks, took a breath, and began to thrust into my flower hole fiercely. Every thrust was fierce and powerful, each time a deep, forceful stab into the core. His penis moved so fast it was like a machine. How could human beings move at such a speed?

Ah ah~~ Ah ah~~ Ah──

He fucked so hard, so fiercely, making my entire vagina bulge and dent, constantly changing shape. My tender mons pubis trembled violently during his intense thrusting, his hard rod jabbing against my belly with reckless force, making it ache and numb. My eyes, too, kept rolling upwards with his frenzied rhythm, uncontrollably rolling back countless times.

*Gurgle, gurgle!

* *Slap, slap!*

My body felt both pleasure and pain, as if I were about to die from his manipulation!!

Ahhhhhh!

I screamed in pain, my entire belly twisting and throbbing grotesquely under his thrusts. It felt like a giant python was trying to pierce a hole in my stomach!

At this moment, Qing Moli lifted my buttocks off the bed, my tender flesh pressed tightly against his genitals. His strong waist began to swing wildly and even faster than before.

*Gurgle, gurgle~~ gurgle, gurgle~~

slap, slap, slap~~ slap, slap~~

His penis, like an unyielding golden spear, relentlessly thrust into my hole, almost making my soul fly to the heavens. I screamed and nearly died!

"Ahhhhh! Hiss~~ Hiss~~" The deadly pleasure had reached its peak. With Qing Moli's reckless and fierce thrusting, I hissed and gasped. The tears in my eyes could no longer be held back, gushing out endlessly like the lustful fluid in my hole…

"Waaah…" Who is crying so pathetically?

"Waaah…" It wasn't me, it wasn't me! I've always been strong. I won't cry...

"Slap, slap!"

"Squelch, squelch!"

"Ah~~ah~~I love fucking your hole so much...I want to fuck you to death like this, fuck you to death like this! Let you die beneath me like this, let me be your last man! Your man forever! Oh! Oh! So good! Peach Blossom, Peach Blossom. My baby, my bitch, my whore, let me be your last man, okay? Ah~~ah~~I'm determined to be your last man!!" At the most intense moment of intercourse, Qing Moli's handsome face was contorted with pleasure, he was incoherent, his language had become insane to a perverted degree.

"Ah!" Suddenly, he roared in a rough voice, his whole body trembling, his glans quivering with excitement, the tip opening and closing like a fish's mouth, his ejaculation gate opening, thick, paste-like semen shooting into my trembling uterus...

Qing Moli withdrew his penis from my body, and after resting beside me for a while with his eyes closed, his large penis became erect again after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Qing Moli rolled over and straddled me again, spreading my thighs apart once more. His body! He entered between my thighs, one hand gently holding his penis, the other two fingers slightly parting my vaginal opening. With a thrust of his lower abdomen, he inserted his penis into my vagina.

His hot, large penis forcefully thrust into my little hole again, the tiny hole filled to the brim by his huge penis, the burning heat of his penis scalding my sensitive and weak vagina, bringing a shivering stimulation.

"Mmm! So comfortable." Qing Moli's deep voice was terribly hoarse. He pressed his wet scrotum tightly against my wet flesh and 'squeaked' a few times. --The action was extremely obscene and perverted! If you said this man was normal now, I would never believe it even if you beat me to death. He was a complete madman, a pervert!

Qing Moli lifted his buttocks again, slightly adjusted his penis inserted into my vagina, tightened his hands around my legs, and roughly spread my legs wide, pulling my ligaments as if they were about to break.

Then, he bent my legs and pulled up my thighs. He knelt on his knees, wiggling his buttocks, and thrusting his penis into my hole with all his might, his expression both pleasurable and lewd.

With each thrust and withdrawal of the large, thick penis, its shapely shape appearing and disappearing at the entrance of the vagina, coupled with the occasional spurts of fluid from the vaginal opening, the scene of intercourse had reached an extremely obscene and lewd level.

At this moment, a knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?" Qing Moli tilted his head slightly and asked sharply.

"Master, it's me."

Qing Moli frowned and asked, "What is it?"

"Reporting to Master, Lord Ye is coming this way."

Qing Moli was furious; he gritted his teeth and continued to thrust into the vagina. His mind raced, trying to think of a solution.

He had gone to great lengths to lure Ye Huyan from the 'shadows' to the 'open.' Otherwise, if he had been secretly following her, he didn't know how long it would have taken before he could fuck Peach Blossom's tender vagina again.

But Huyan was too much of a worry; what was he doing here at this crucial moment? He was going

to fuck her to pieces! He wouldn't even let him fuck her to his heart's content.

"Come in." He didn't want to stop fucking Peach Blossom's hole so soon, because he really wanted to fuck her so much that his heart ached. He had finally managed to fuck her tender hole today, how could he stop before he had even had his fill?

"Yes." The woman responded respectfully, pushed open the door, entered the room, closed the door, and bolted it shut.

"Bring the zither from the table," Qing Moli commanded. He tore at the finest curtains, ripping them in two, and used them to tightly bind my wrists, tying my hands to the carved railing at the head of the bed.

"Yes," the woman replied respectfully.

Qing Moli took the zither and placed it on my stomach, glancing indifferently at the woman before coldly ordering, "Hold her feet down, don't let her kick out a sound."

My eyes widened in terror. What did Qing Moli intend to do?

"Yes," the woman replied, still respectful. As she drew closer, I recognized her. It was the woman who brought me meals every day.

She climbed onto the bed, knelt at my feet, and, as Qing Moli commanded, pressed down on my wide-open legs.

"Open her legs a little," Qing Moli ordered again.

"Yes," the woman replied once more.

...

Qing Moli tore off another wisp of the veil, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into my mouth, sealing it tightly.

I shook my head uncomfortably, trying to spit out the gag, but no matter how hard I tried, it was futile.

At this moment, Qing Moli took a deep breath and knelt between my legs. He closed his eyes, calming his aroused mind, and his fingers deftly plucked, circled, and twirled on the zither, the tinkling sounds flowing gently from his fingers.

Qing Moli's penis, buried deep inside my vagina, began to slowly thrust in and out in sync with the elegant music.

He lifted his buttocks up and down, making my vaginal opening tremble and quiver, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from the point of contact, staining my thighs wet with glistening vaginal fluid.

Suddenly, the gentle, lingering music abruptly stopped. After a few seconds of silence, he quickened the pace of his strumming. The music instantly transformed from a tranquil, peaceful melody to a tense, battlefield-like atmosphere!

His penis, in sync with the increasingly intense music, thrust faster inside my vagina. Yet, skillfully, he made no sound.

I shook my head incessantly, my vagina throbbing violently with each thrust of his large penis!

Then, a gush of vaginal fluid erupted, trickling down Qing Moli's shaft…

“Master Night.” A respectful voice called from outside the door.

“Hmm.” Ye Huyan nodded softly in response.

Hearing music coming from Qing Moli's room, and confirming it was indeed Qing Moli playing, Ye Huyan stopped. He didn't want to spoil his brother's enjoyment of the music.

Just as he was about to turn back, a soft thud stopped him in his tracks.

Inside, Qing Moli's expression changed drastically. He slapped the woman who hadn't been holding me down, then delivered a choke to my neck, knocking me unconscious…

After Tao Hua lost consciousness, Qing Moli swiftly tore the curtain binding her hands, flipped over the bed, and hid her inside.

He ripped the woman's clothes to shreds, gripped her throat, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace.

"Useless thing! Can't even hold down a foot!"

Enraged, Qing Moli spread the woman's legs and thrust his penis into her vagina.

Luckily, the woman had been watching Qing Moli penetrate her with his large penis from behind, so her vagina was already wet and aroused; otherwise, such a rough insertion would likely have torn her apart.

Suddenly thrust into her, the woman's vagina spasmed violently.

Qing Moli's strong waist sank, his firm buttocks swaying as he began to thrust fiercely.

"Night Lord, you can't go in."

"Get out of my way!" Ye Huyan roared, waving his hand, sending the two guards blocking his path flying several meters away.

With a "bang!", the door was forcefully pushed open by Ye Huyan.

The night was silent, the air filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

The rustling of leaves in the eaves was now clearly audible.

Time flowed silently as Ye Huyan strode in, each step a resounding footstep. His tall figure cast a huge black shadow on the heavy gauze curtains by the light from outside. He was as menacing and towering as a demon from hell.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept in from the doorway, lifting the heavy gauze curtains and revealing a room filled with the warmth of spring, and a pink dress rippling in the wind on the floor tiles beneath the bed…

Ye Huyan coldly raised his eyes and saw that the woman beneath Qing Moli was still wearing the clothes Qing Moli had torn. Suddenly, Ye Huyan's mind raced: there was only one possibility—there was another woman hidden in Qing Moli's bed! He was certain that the woman Qing Moli had hidden was Tao Hua.

"Get up!" Ye Huyan roared furiously.

Qing Moli closed his eyes in annoyance, his mind, awakened by the cold wind, immediately reacting, a devastating emotion churning within him. How had he revealed such a huge flaw to Ye Huyan? —Ye Huyan wasn't a truly brainless brute; how could he not see such a glaring flaw?

Damn it, damn it! It's all that damned prostitute's fault! She was truly too captivating; he was so mesmerized that he completely forgot to hide her undressed clothes!

Ye Huyan thought to himself: He had rushed in immediately upon hearing that faint thud, so the most likely hiding place for Qing Moli was the bed.

He forcefully pulled Qing Moli and the woman being violated by Qing Moli apart, roughly throwing them to the ground with two loud thuds. He then ripped off the bedsheets and tossed them onto the floor as well. His hands quickly searched the bed repeatedly, but he couldn't find the mechanism. Frustrated, Ye Huyan slammed his fist down, breaking the sturdy wooden plank of the bed.

Sure enough, faint breathing sounds came from beneath the broken plank.

Overjoyed, Ye Huyan tore the entire bed apart with both hands—he pulled Tao Hua's light body out of a hidden box under the bed, frowned as he stared at the unconscious Tao Hua, his eyes turning icy as he glared at Qing Moli, angrily asking, "What did you do to her?"

Qing Moli glanced at Ye Huyan indifferently, curled his lips, and casually replied, "She just fainted." A

deep anger suddenly flashed in Ye Huyan's eyes, and he smiled coldly, "Is this how you treat your brothers?!"

The air was tense, and the gloomy atmosphere suddenly intensified.

Qing Moli chuckled mockingly, "Hu Yan's idea is truly amusing. Since ancient times, which man would willingly share his beloved girl with another? Didn't you also have the idea of monopolizing Peach Blossom? It's rather unreasonable for you to blame me now." Qing Moli cursed inwardly: That woman's abilities are too powerful; look how she's strained the relationship between the brothers. She's truly a slut, a lowly whore who specializes in seducing men!

Ye Hu Yan was speechless, her face turning pale with anger.

Qing Moli's charming eyebrows twitched slightly, a captivating smile playing on his lips and brows, "Since you've found her, then let's share her." Qing Moli was extremely clever; he knew the plan had failed. Further 'struggling' would only lead to losing her…

Firstly, in a direct confrontation, he was no match for Ye Hu Yan in terms of strength.

Secondly, he simply couldn't bear to part with the brotherhood he'd shared with Ye Huyan over the years. (In the past, he would have absolutely dared to describe their relationship as 'brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes.' How could he bear to sever such a bond?)

Thirdly, if he and Ye Huyan were to have a falling out, Yan Sheng would be the one to benefit.

But even with the current situation, the thought of sharing 'her' with someone else in the future ignited a surge of anger within him.

He frowned, all because of that good-for-nothing bastard! He couldn't even hold her leg down properly! If it weren't for the muffled thud from Tao Hua kicking the bed, Ye Huyan wouldn't have discovered that he was 'having sex with Tao Hua.'

Qing Moli was furious beyond measure. He suddenly grabbed the woman's body, gripped her neck tightly, and snapped it with a crack.

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief before she died, her beautiful face filled with sorrow, despair, and bewilderment. She had been loyal her entire life, yet she had never imagined such an end…
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48 A chilling scene (3 pages, proceed with caution)

Early morning, pale sunlight streamed into the room, casting a pale,

shimmering glow. A breeze stirred, and the leaves outside the window rustled softly against each other. The shadows of the swaying leaves, seeping through the thin, white curtains, became translucent in the sunlight, like luminous black gems.

Sunlight fell on the bed, the shadows of the swaying leaves flickering on the blankets that shaped the woman, creating a dreamlike, shimmering effect.

Her head was heavy, her thoughts hazy.

Curled up in bed, I stared blankly at the pale sunlight streaming in through the window…

The pale sunlight was devoid of warmth, and the dust particles floating in its rays seemed so dirty. It was as if nothing in this world was clean anymore…

The two carved doors creaked open, letting in a flood of sunlight. The blinding light stung my eyes, and tears welled up.

Qing Moli, dressed in silver-white robes, slowly approached me in the sunlight.

“You’re awake?” His clear voice sounded like that of a gentle, refined gentleman. But I knew he wasn’t; he was a madman, a devil.

My heart pounded, and I felt breathless. My body trembled involuntarily—a conditioned reflex of fear.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked with a gentle smile, settling softly on the edge of the couch. A knowing smile played on his lips as he murmured softly, "Being afraid is a good thing; at least I won't have to see your expressionless 'dead face' anymore."

I clenched my fists under the covers, trying to calm my gloomy emotions. Even if I was terrified, I couldn't show it.

A moment later, another person entered in the pale sunlight. —Ye Huyan, carrying a large, dark red food box, walked in steadily.

In the sunlight, his masculine, iron-willed aura was even more captivating.

Ye Huyan?! My eyes widened slightly.

Ye Huyan had discovered that I had been abducted by Qing Moli…

"Peach Blossom, it's time to eat." Ye Huyan smiled, gazing at me with such naturalness. As if nothing had happened that I had been abducted by Qing Moli. A chill ran through me. I gave a mocking smile, inwardly cursing myself for being so delusional and overestimating myself. Ye Huyan only saw me as a plaything. "He won't quarrel with Qing Moli because of me."

I lowered my eyes, concealing my emotions. I nodded faintly. I had been awake for a while, and my stomach had been growling loudly for a long time.

I pressed my hand against the bed and slowly sat up. The blanket suddenly slipped off my peach-like breasts, revealing my two pale pink breasts, naked before their eyes.

The chill of the morning made me immediately grab the blanket to cover myself, leaving only my two slender arms exposed. In the pale sunlight, the skin of my slender arms radiated a lustrous glow, as tender as a baby's skin.

At this moment, there was no sound in the air except for the occasional gurgling sound of someone's Adam's apple bobbing.

I kept my head down, but my face suddenly turned deathly pale, and I fluttered my long eyelashes with a trembling heart. My heartbeat became irregular. I was terrified that my skin would ignite their frenzied lust…

“Ahem.” Ye Huyan coughed lightly, raising his fist to his lips. “Peach Blossom, I’ll put the food on the small table and bring it to the bed.”

“Okay.” I nodded, my slender white fingers unconsciously drawing small circles on the bedding. My heart was still pounding…

Ye Huyan moved the small table to the bed. I pulled the covers up to cover myself completely, then quietly reached out to take the bowl of porridge that Ye Huyan had served me.

Seeing that I still had a calm, expressionless look, Qing Moli couldn’t help but curl his lips and his eyes turned cold. He was about to explode when Ye Huyan pressed down on his arm in time.

Qing Moli took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and shifted his body, making room for Ye Huyan at the edge of the bed.

So, I sat on the bed, and they sat on the edge of it. The three of us ate our food slowly and quietly, picking at our porridge...

After the meal, Qing Moli cleared the dishes and put them into a large, lacquered red food box. He glanced at Ye Huyan meaningfully, then smiled knowingly, for men's wicked thoughts are all the same. He said elegantly, "You stay here, I'll be back later."

Ye Huyan closed his eyes slightly and nodded knowingly.

Qing Moli curled his lips, moved the small table back to its original place, and left with the lacquered red food box. As he stepped out the door, he closed it behind him. My body trembled uncontrollably; this closing of the door seemed to foreshadow the beginning of a beastly feast...

Silence.

I carefully lowered my breath.

Silence.

The time it takes to drink a cup of tea passed.

Silence. The

time it takes to drink two cups of tea passed.

Silence.

"How have you been these days...?" Ye Huyan asked, making conversation out of boredom.

I lowered my eyes, my expression indifferent, and did not reply.

"I'm sorry, I..." He realized, bewildered, that he had brought up something he shouldn't have.

"Peach Blossom." He took my small hand, which was outside the covers, and gently placed it in his strong, powerful palm. "Can you accept...can you accept having two men?"

I curled my lips slightly, my expression sarcastic, somewhat indifferent, and somewhat weary as I leaned against the carved bedpost. "If I were a man, I wouldn't want to share a woman with anyone, even a woman I don't like! That's what a real man does, isn't it?" I cursed him inwardly: Not a man.

He was very strong, and with a pull, I fell into his arms. "I'm sorry, I'm clumsy with words. I shouldn't have asked you such a damn question."

Being scolded without getting angry was unlike the 'brute' Ye Huyan I knew.

I sneered. Could it be that he didn't understand?

No, my eyes suddenly turned cold. He wasn't a brainless, brute. There was no way he wouldn't understand.

My eyes were fixed on the dark shadows of trees on the bedding, my palm cupping a round patch of light. I continued, my voice hazy and incoherent, "You're a man, a real man. It's just that you never see me as a woman." In their hearts, I was just a prostitute. A prostitute isn't a 'woman,' she's merely a 'tool' for sexual gratification. A 'tool' for a thousand men to sleep with, for ten thousand men to touch.

Ye Huyan pretended not to understand, impatiently leaning down to kiss my lips, his tongue forcefully prying open my teeth and plunging into my mouth, tasting my saliva with a frenzied, almost obsessive passion. Our lips and tongues intertwined and rubbed together, then he domineeringly pulled my little tongue into his mouth, sucking and swirling it tenderly, making sticky, smacking sounds…

for a long, long time…

until I was almost breathless, nearly fainting, he finally released my lips, his tongue licking the strands of saliva clinging to my lips with a seductive allure, panting and pleading, “It’s my fault, hit me or scold me as you please. Just please don’t be angry with me.”

As he spoke, he grabbed my hand and slapped it against his face.

I froze. Actually, ever since Ye Huyan had abducted me, I had noticed that he was very different from before. Last time he was saying ‘sweet nothings’ to me, this time he was begging for mercy in a low, humble voice?! He's changed so much, so unbelievably. Amidst his shrouded in mystery and unpredictable transformations, I always felt a sense of unreality about the person before me. My keen intuition told me: he might be even more profound than Qing Moli…

“Peach Blossom? Peach Blossom.” He cupped my face, calling my name with concern. “What are you thinking about?”

I shook my head, lowering my head in silence, no longer speaking.

After a moment of stillness, his face drew closer and closer, his straight nose touching mine, his hot breath spraying onto my face, wet, hot, sticky, making me uncomfortable. “Peach Blossom, I want you. I want you so much…”

“But I don’t want you.” I smirked, a cold smile playing on my lips.

Ye Huyan’s expression froze, as if he had suddenly been doused with foul-smelling foot bath water.

He seemed not to hear me as he leaned down to kiss my lips. His large hands lifted the covers and covered my soft breasts, kneading them forcefully. The white flesh of my breasts peeked out from between his fingers, rising and falling.

After a few squeezes, he loosened his grip. His thumb and forefinger pinched my light pink nipples, twisting, pulling, and rolling them.

I pushed against his hard, muscular chest, panting, and asked coldly, "Didn't you say you wouldn't touch me unless I wanted to?"

"That's because I underestimated your influence on me. I want you now, I'm going crazy with desire." Men have too many excuses when they want something. "Peach Blossom, give it to me, I want it, I want it like crazy!! It will feel very good, you believe me... I will make you feel very good!"

...

Ye Huyan cupped my white breasts, flicked his tongue at my nipples, and then sucked on them wildly.

He sucked noisily for a long time, until my nipples were swollen and painful, before finally releasing them with slight satisfaction. My nipples, wet and glistening with his saliva, shone softly and fully in the cold morning sunlight.

Seeing this, Ye Hu Yan's lust-filled eyes softened, and he lowered his head again, sucking hard on the wet, glistening nipple. The soft texture pleased his mouth, and he satisfiedly used his teeth to hold the resilient nipple, forcefully pulling it long! —Thus, the tender skin between the breast and nipple was stretched taut into a long, fleshy rope.

"Ah…" A sharp pain shot through my breast. I arched my back, thrusting my chest forward, letting the pulled-away nipple return to my breast.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Did I hurt you? Let me rub it…" Ye Hu Yan's hoarse voice was filled with regret.

I gasped for air, suppressing the waves of nausea and anger rising in my chest. I'd seen plenty of hypocrites, but never one as extreme as him.

Ye Huyan stroked my nipple, which was numb from his teeth, with his fingers while pressing his lips tightly against it, his tongue meandering down my body. His tongue reached the entrance of my vagina, sucking and licking. Only when a gush of vaginal fluid flowed out did he reluctantly remove his lips. He inserted a finger, his wrist wildly twisting and turning, his finger gently probing, scraping, pounding, and stirring my vagina, making a series of wet, squelching sounds inside. Suddenly, his long finger clung to the vaginal wall and slowly withdrew, leaving a trace of watery fluid.

"Mmm~~" The stimulation of my vaginal hymen sent a shiver of pleasure through me; my toes tensed instantly, and my leg muscles trembled violently.

"Wow, so much water's flowing out," Ye Huyan exclaimed hoarsely, inserting another finger, joining the two together, and rubbing the vaginal walls with his fingertips.

Ye Huyan's dark eyes were fixed intently on the wet, glistening vaginal opening. He watched how his fingers lovingly parted and stirred the pink vaginal opening, feeling how they tenderly caressed and caressed the uneven flesh of the vaginal walls.

"Mmm~~" Despite her inner disgust, her body was incredibly sensitive.

The small vaginal opening, forcefully stretched open by his fingers, trembled and gushed out streams of fluid. Some of the fluid trickled onto his palm, while the rest flowed down the delicate cleft of her buttocks, spilling onto the soft, fragrant bed, forming a wet puddle.

"You're wet enough for me to feel comfortable inserting," Ye Huyan murmured hoarsely, his expression intoxicated and sweet, his eyes burning with desire.

Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers from my opening, lewdly holding up the clear nectar before my eyes, and shamelessly licking and sucking the watery liquid clean with his tongue.

I bit my lower lip, lowered my eyes, my long eyelashes trembling, and glanced at the faint blush that helplessly rose on my naked body from his teasing. I couldn't help but furrow my brows, my eyes misting over, secretly hating my own unworthy female body...

Ye Huyan couldn't wait to get up, roughly tearing off all his clothes, revealing his erect penis. -- The exposed genitals throbbed menacingly in the cool air like a ravenous beast.

Ye Hu Yan held his penis with his hand, rubbing the tip of his penis back and forth against the vaginal opening. When the enormous glans had had enough of the wet, glistening vaginal fluid, he thrust his hips forward, his penis forcefully forcing open the layers of wet, sticky, uneven flesh, the glans plunging straight to the deepest part of the vagina.

"Ah..." I couldn't help but groan, my eyes wide. The tender vaginal canal convulsed and writhed incessantly, seemingly trying to push him out, yet paradoxically clinging tightly to the massive shaft—dragging Ye Hu Yan's round, large glans even deeper.

"Ah~~ Oh~~" Ye Hu Yan tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a satisfied, hoarse growl.

Ye Hu Yan's hands pressed tightly against the center of my hourglass figure—my slender waist—dragging my waist in rhythm with the rapid thrusting of his penis, causing the vaginal fluid inside to splatter everywhere.

His full, glistening, wet scrotum, glistening with flower nectar, slapped fiercely against the tender flesh between my legs with each powerful thrust, producing a loud, wet "slap, slap" sound.

He couldn't control his pleasure; his thin, sexy lips parted wide, emitting trembling "ah ah" sounds from deep within his throat. His eyes closed, he forcefully thrust his genitals into the undulating walls of my flesh, a place that evoked such ecstasy.

"Oh, ah ah~~… Peach Blossom, you're so wet, so tight, so hot, so sticky… Ah ah~~ Your flesh is so good at sucking… Uh, oh~~ oh!… So good… Ah ah… I feel so good!"

The friction made me so incredibly happy that I couldn't stop, and I thrust even harder against his firm hips, wielding his enormous genitals to fill my constantly spasming, sensitive vagina.

"Ugh…" His thrusts were too fast, too forceful, making me feel so uncomfortable, almost unable to breathe, and bringing tears of pleasure streaming down my face.

His penis suddenly twitched a few times, stretching my vagina even wider. My vagina felt tight and painfully taut, as if it had reached its limit. Ahh! My vagina felt like it was about to tear! Ahh~~ My head suddenly felt oxygen-deprived, as if I was about to die.

He was breathing heavily, thrusting his large glans tightly against my cervix, blocking it completely before quickly withdrawing. The cervix made a "pop! pop!" sound as his penis pulled away.

I didn't like this feeling; it felt like his glans was sucking all the air out of my uterus, like it was being sucked flat! It felt so good, yet so painful…

"Ahhh—" Under his relentless, intense thrusting, I couldn't help but scream. My stomach trembled violently from his thrusts, as if it were about to burst. I quickly pressed my small hands against my trembling belly, but they couldn't stop the shaking. With his relentless thrusting, my vagina contracted desperately, gripping his large penis, refusing to let go, refusing to let him out or enter.

Ye Hu Yan growled excitedly, "Oh! Oh! So tight... Peach Blossom, are you trying to break me? Relax a little, oh. Ahh~~ I'm going to fall apart..." He was being squeezed, feeling both pleasure and pain. He tensed all his muscles, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, gritted his teeth, and swung his penis, desperately resisting the sucking and throbbing of my vagina.

"Ah. Ah! Relax a little, ah. If you squeeze any tighter, I'll cum. Mmm~~ I want to fuck you for a while longer. Relax a little, let me fuck you properly, you'll feel even better later, trust me." Ye Hu Yan began a gentle offensive, lowering his head again to kiss my little mouth.

"Mmm..." Saliva flowed lewdly from the corners of our joined lips. The sticky sound of kissing echoed in the air.

He kissed me while pressing my clitoris with his left hand, rapidly vibrating it back and forth, while simultaneously increasing the speed of his thrusts. Each time, he would withdraw shallowly before plunging deep inside me. The sharp edges of his glans tore through the uneven folds of my vagina, striking my cervix directly, causing my vaginal fluids to gush and spray wildly from the opening.

"Ahhh—" The pleasure kept building, and my small body couldn't withstand such intense pleasure, beginning to spasm and tremble. My vagina greedily gripped his fiercely thrusting penis. I shook my head, unable to bear the fucking, my eyes tightly closed, moaning incessantly, both in pain and pleasure. Under the intense movement, beads of sweat appeared on my delicate, snow-white skin, gathering into small droplets that flowed down my cleavage and mingled with the dark hair of my mons pubis.

Ye Hu Yan tensed his handsome chin, tilted his head back and roared, his strong waist trembling rapidly back and forth. His firm buttocks swayed wildly with the speed, turning into a patchwork of white flesh. His enormous glans thrust hard into my cervix with each stroke, making my tender cervix tingle, go numb, and soft, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid.

"Ahhh—"

"Pfft, pfft!"

"Slap, slap!"

"Ahhh…" The near-death pleasure made my whole body spasm and I went limp beneath him, twisting my slender waist to interfere with his rapid thrusting.

"Peach Blossom, be good~~ don't move, let me fuck you hard a little longer, ah, ah, ah, ah~~" Ye Hu Yan roared and trembled, pressing hard on my waist, twisting his hips from side to side, causing his penis to rotate and push against my vaginal muscles, eagerly feeding the angular glans into my small cervix. In my orgasm, the tender flesh walls tightly enveloped his large penis, writhing and thrashing.

"Ahhh~~" He felt so good being squeezed, his penis throbbing even more intensely. He gritted his teeth, preparing for one last thrust.

The watery nectar splattered high with a "squeak," some splashing onto my breasts, some onto my arms.

Night Amber's penis pounded my small vagina hard, the labia around my vagina turning red and swollen from the rough rubbing of his pubic bone. With each thrust, I trembled with pleasure, my whole body spasming.

"Ahhh~~" Night Amber was intoxicated by my little hole, using almost all his strength to thrust his thick penis into my small opening. Finally, he let out a low growl, his strong arms encircling my body, and he ejaculated a torrent of hot fluid, reaching the peak of pleasure…

Panting, I saw Qing Moli push open the door. He entered and saw Ye Huyan holding me tightly in his arms. He smiled slightly, first taking off his shoes, then his clothes as he went—first his outer robe, then his undergarments, and finally his underwear, which scattered across the floor.

He climbed onto the bed, reaching out to stroke my long hair, which glistened softly in the sunlight, damp with sweat. He smiled elegantly, “Huyan, lie down to the side.”

Ye Huyan frowned, glanced at Qing Moli indifferently, kissed my lips, and then got up, withdrawing his penis from my body.

Qing Moli took Ye Huyan's place, straddling me, his strong chest pressing my firm breasts flat.

He panted, affectionately drawing little circles on my breasts with his nipples.

His clear eyes stared intently at me. He reached out and touched the vaginal fluid mixed with Ye Huyan's semen, laughing and cursing, "Little slut, you must have had a lot of fun being fucked by Huyan just now, right? Tsk! Look how much water you've left."

After saying that, he bent down and sucked on my nipple with a "squeak."

I turned my head from side to side in disgust. He hissed, "Don't move!" He held my head with one hand while I kept turning my head, and with the other hand he reached down to his crotch and squeezed his own penis back and forth. In no time, his penis was hard.

Then, he spread my legs apart and placed my thighs in the crook of his strong arms. His swollen and huge penis slid up and down with my vaginal opening as the center point.

"Huyan, help me spread her little hole." Qing Moli smiled lightly, glanced at Ye Huyan, and asked for help.

Ye Huyan had nothing better to do, so he lazily got up, his large hand touched my mons pubis, and two fingers pulled the wet petals apart to the left and right.

Qing Moli chuckled again, "Help me put my penis inside her."

"Dirty!" Ye Huyan turned his head away, disdainful.

Qing Moli shrugged and smiled, not forcing the issue. He thrust his hips forward, and his thick penis plunged deep into my vagina, plunging right to the soft bottom.

"Ugh~~ Ah──" Qing Moli's penis was so big and hard. It stretched my vagina into a huge "○" shape.

Seeing that Qing Moli's penis was already inside, Ye Huyan released his fingers that were prying open my vulva. Just as he was about to pull his hand away, Qing Moli cried out, "No, rub her clitoris, so she'll feel more comfortable and happier when I fuck her."

Qing Moli panted heavily, wildly twisting my slender waist to match his movements as he thrust violently.

Ye Huyan looked up, giving Qing Moli a suspicious glare. "What are you planning to do now?"

Qing Moli shrugged, smiling casually. "I just want to fuck her until her pussy is trembling and spraying her juices everywhere."

Ye Huyan lowered his eyes indifferently, then used the pad of his middle finger to rapidly vibrate my clitoris, coldly saying, "Be gentle."

Qing Moli playfully grabbed my breasts a few times, chuckling, "That's not up to me. Maybe if I fuck her good later, she'll want me to fuck her harder. Oh, oh! So good~~ Her cunt is so tight it's almost snapping my cock. Oh oh~~ I almost came from her cunt!"

Hearing Qing Moli's lewd words, Ye Huyan raised his eyebrows and shouted angrily, "Shut up! Don't say anything more insulting to her."

"Damn it! I didn't say anything wrong. A prostitute's hole is inherently cheap! If it's not called a cheap hole, then what do you suggest we call it?"

Ye Huyan's face turned pale with anger. He pulled his hand away from rubbing my clitoris and let Qing Moli masturbate me on his own.

Qing Moli pounded my hole hard, and when he felt a surge of pleasure, he shuddered all over. Seeing that Ye Huyan was too angry to refute him, he became even more smug and ferocious in his thrusts. His hands gripped my buttocks tightly, shaking and swaying them to match his large thrusts. My snow-white breasts were tossed back and forth in his intense movements.

Seeing my two snow-white breasts rolling like waves, Qing Moli excitedly gurgled, his clear eyes filled with a frenzied rage. Then, he growled in a deep voice, "Oh, oh! This slut's breasts are swinging so fast, Huyan, do you want to grab them and see how they feel? Are they soft?" As he spoke, Qing Moli lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on my breast, shaking his head violently, his teeth pulling and swaying my breast from side to side.

"Ah... hiss..." I gasped in pain. My eyes were bloodshot with rage. That madman, Qing Moli, was he trying to bite off my breast?

Seeing this, Ye Huyan could no longer tolerate it. He punched Qing Moli, sending him flying.

With a "bang!", Qing Moli landed at the doorway, clutching his chest and coughing. He stumbled a couple of steps before standing up. His eyes turned eerily cold, and he roared at Ye Huyan, "Ye Huyan, you're insane! If I get internal injuries, I'll make you pay!"

Ye Huyan turned and stared coldly at Qing Moli. "Get out!"

"You're dreaming. I haven't had enough of her yet." Qing Moli blinked his clear eyes, his debonair demeanor returning, completely devoid of the madness he'd displayed when biting my breast.

Ye Huyan pointed at him, "If you do anything excessive to her again, don't blame me for being impolite!" Ye Huyan had only used half his strength just now; otherwise, Qing Moli might not be able to get up from the ground right now.

Qing Moli curled his lip, spat, and sneered, "Just a shabby prostitute, why are you so nervous?" Qing Moli's mouth was sometimes just so foul; the more he was told not to say something, the more he would say it.

"Qing Moli, you're asking for death!" Ye Huyan suddenly stood up from the bed, his thick, long penis throbbing as he leaped in front of Qing Moli, grabbing him. The two of them, without using internal energy, just relied on brute force to wrestle.

So, they started throwing punches and kicks at each other.

During the struggle, Ye Huyan's erect penis and Qing Moli's erect penis accidentally touched. Both of them immediately felt disgusted and took a step back.

The atmosphere was tense, both of them glaring angrily at each other.

Qing Moli curled his lip, his handsome eyebrows furrowing in anger, and roared, "Ye Huyan, haven't you gone mad enough? So you've had your fun and now you're coming to pick a fight with me?"

"Qing Moli, can't you be normal for once! Look at you now, you're practically a madman." Ye Huyan was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to burst, his dark eyes cold as ice, piercing Qing Moli like knives.

"Enough!" Qing Moli, enraged, warned fiercely, "Let me tell you, Ye Huyan, when I'm fucking her, you better not bother me! Otherwise, I'll fuck her until she's bleeding, and you won't be able to fuck her even if you want to!" Qing

Moli smiled coldly, imagining a bleeding hole, could Ye Huyan, who prided himself on being gentle and considerate, still bear to fuck her?

Ye Huyan's face turned pale and then red, then pale and then red again, but he was helpless. He could only sit at the table, his chest heaving, sulking.

Qing Moli snorted coldly, climbed back onto the bed, grabbed my feet, pressed my legs against my breasts, and gently guided his penis as he thrust it into my vagina again.

"Mmm~~" I closed my eyes in discomfort, my small hands gripping the sheets beneath me.

The folds of my vagina were roughly smoothed out by his massive member, every inch of the vaginal flesh rubbing against his penis. He thrust in and out with his penis, rubbing until my vagina felt so good that it leaked fluid.

The vaginal fluid increased with each thrust. With the slightest movement of Qing Moli's large penis, the fluid would gush out of my vaginal opening. So, with each thrust of Qing Moli's penis, the fluid would gurgle and ooze from my vaginal opening, like a small spring with an inexhaustible flow of water.

After he thrust in and out more than a hundred times, my vagina began to spasm wildly. My vagina trembled and gripped his throbbing penis tightly, causing Qing Moli to groan in pain. He couldn't help but tense all his muscles and thrust even faster.

"Ah—ah—woo woo~~" I shook my head, hissing and sobbing.

"You're crying because I'm fucking you so good? Am I great? Heh~~heh~~ Do you want me to fuck you harder? Do you want me to thrust into you even harder? Uh...oh...hiss...your cunt is the most exciting and pleasurable cunt I fuck, do you know? Do you know? How much I love fucking your cunt? I want to fuck you like this forever, until you're old, until you die!"

"Ah—ah—" Qing Moli fucked me like a madman, causing spasms to engulf me again.

"I'm fucking you so good, aren't I? Your cunt was made for me." Qing Moli chuckled, gently pressing his forehead against mine, then lowering his head to kiss my pink lips, making a soft, squeaking sound.

"Ah—" Suddenly, Qing Moli tilted his head back, clenching his teeth, his hips moving even more intensely. With his final thrust, thick, hot fluid shot into my womb as his penis trembled…

I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, my breasts heaving as I rested quietly.

The shadows of the trees still swayed on the thin, gossamer-like window screen. The pale sunlight, however, became scorching, as if it were about to burn, burning my eyes and my heart.

Suddenly, Qing Moli wrapped his arms around my soft body from behind like he was hugging a cat, kissing my neck with a thousand tender, intoxicating kisses.

Sitting quietly at the table, Ye Huyan frowned, his anger cold and menacing. He said in a sinister tone, "Qing Moli, she's tired. You've had enough."

Qing Moli smiled faintly, his long, handsome eyebrows slightly raised, and said knowingly, "Don't worry, I won't keep this 'blessing' to myself. I'll fuck her from behind, and you'll fuck her from the front. We'll each fuck her one more time. I won't do more, and you won't do less." As

he spoke, Qing Moli grabbed my breasts. While grabbing my breasts, his other hand covered my sparsely haired mons pubis, spread my vagina, scooped out a clump of sticky fluid, and inserted it into my anus, which was shaped like a chrysanthemum. Then he reached out and gently poked it with a finger.

"Ah!" I sensitively contracted my anus, and my vaginal opening contracted accordingly.

Qing Moli licked his lips lewdly, chuckling, "This hole of yours hasn't been touched before, has it?"

My face paled. Was this madman going to mess with my anus?

I shook my head in terror, "No, no~~" In desperation, I looked pleadingly at Ye Huyan, only to see that although his face was still ashen, he didn't seem to care about stopping Qing Moli. —He was tacitly approving of Qing Moli's actions. My heart turned cold. He was indeed a hypocrite; he couldn't be any better than Qing Moli. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. They were truly birds of a feather. Qing Moli was insane; how could it be normal for him to be with Qing Moli all the time?

Tears streamed down my face. Even the strongest heart couldn't withstand such frequent and intense torment…

"Ugh~~" My body trembled, feeling his fingers dilating my anus so wide, so painful.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth and enduring the pain. Qing Moli roared, "Peach Blossom, I'm going in! It'll hurt a little, bear with it." As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Moli's penis slowly slid in. The large glans had barely entered when my anus was stretched into a slightly larger "O" shape than the glans.

"Ah!" I cried out in pain, cold sweat pouring down my forehead, my tightly furrowed brows so tight they could have crushed a mosquito.

Qing Moli tried to insert it again. The anus trembled, quivered, and contracted tightly, gripping half of Qing Moli's penis inside. It wouldn't let go, nor would it let in.

Qing Moli also frowned in pain, because his penis was stuck after only the glans was inserted. Only men who had experienced this extreme discomfort and pleasure could understand it.

His temples throbbed, and sweat dripped uncontrollably from his temples onto my breasts, wetting my alabaster skin.

He roared, releasing a small section of his penis, and then thrust hard again! But he still couldn't insert his entire penis into that anus, which was essentially used for defecating.

"Oh, ah~~ You're squeezing me too tight, relax, relax!" Qing Moli tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his large hand slapped my tender buttocks hard and forcefully, the two pink and white mounds trembling from his heavy force.

"Ugh..." Qing Moli's heavy and forceful slapping made my buttocks almost numb with pain. My anus softened slightly as my buttocks went numb, and he took the opportunity to insert his thick penis all the way into my anus.

"Ah—" I trembled all over in pain.

As his penis was fully inserted, Qing Moli's strong chest pressed against my slender back. His spread thighs intertwined with mine, making my thighs spread wide as well.

Then, he grabbed the petals under my mons pubis with both hands, pinched my small clitoris, and cruelly shook it back and forth.

"Ah—ah—" He began to thrust hard with wide, forceful strokes, the fierce pain making my scalp tingle, and my petite body went limp on the bed. My anus convulsed uncontrollably, gripping his constantly thrusting penis...

After Qing Moli thrust about a hundred times, my tender anus was torn, and bright red blood flowed out. Nourished by the blood, my chrysanthemum finally adapted to the thrusting of his large penis.

Qing Moli twisted my slender waist, making my delicate mons pubis writhe seductively beneath him like a snake, my pink buttocks trembling rapidly from the impact.

Suddenly, he lifted me up like a child being urinated. He slowly stepped off the bed, continuing to thrust with his hips as he walked, until he reached Ye Huyan.

"Put it in," Qing Moli said hoarsely, deliberately twisting my body, pressing my full breasts against Ye Huyan's hard chest, rubbing my erect breasts flat against his chest.

"Ah!" My sensitive nipples, sometimes flattening and sometimes protruding, trembled and drew circles against his chest.

Ye Huyan swallowed hard, then stood up abruptly, his swollen desire throbbing even harder and larger under the deliberate teasing of my soft, fragrant breasts.

Night Amber's eyes blazed with fire. His large hands hastily spread my legs wide, trapping my alabaster thighs in the grooves of his strong waist. After a few heavy breaths, he thrust his massive penis, aiming the glans at my wet, glistening vaginal opening. He slowly tightened his hips, plunging his thick, hot member into my warm, sticky, uneven vagina.

"Ah—" My vagina was suddenly and violently filled. I threw my head back, tossed my long hair, clenched my teeth, and trembled violently.

Ye Huyan lowered his head, his thin lips capturing my earlobe, his wet tongue tracing the outline of my ear. His voice was low and husky, pleading, "Don't curl up, okay?" After pleading, Ye Huyan straightened my body, his penis slowly pulsating inside me. He groaned comfortably twice, then closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of my tight vagina gripping his shaft.

Behind me, Qing Moli also lowered his head, kissing my smooth neck with soft, squeaking sounds.

His hands gripped my buttocks, kneading and pulling at my flesh with the force of a kneading ball. His firm buttocks didn't relax at all, thrusting forcefully towards my chrysanthemum-shaped anus.

"Ah~~ Ah~~" Under Qing Moli's vigorous movements, my full breasts bounced high, slamming against Ye Huyan's chest.

Ye Huyan understood Qing Moli's good intentions. He let out a muffled roar, twisting his tongue, which looked wet and glistening in the sunlight, into a hook and hooking it around one of my nipples. His tongue circled around the nipple, licking and sucking it.

In the sweet 'kissing of the breasts,' Ye Huyan's large penis began to feel dissatisfied with the slow 'status' of its thrusting. My sensitive, smooth vagina could feel the increasingly restless throbbing of Ye Huyan's penis.

Ye Huyan could no longer bear it. He tilted his head back, refusing to kiss my breasts, closed his eyes, and desperately pinched the flesh on my buttocks, kneading it again and again as if kneading tender white dough...

Then, Qing Moli and Ye Huyan sandwiched me between their strong arms, one thrusting in and the other withdrawing in perfect coordination. —Just as Ye Huyan's penis was halfway out, Qing Moli's penis immediately thrust in hard.

The two small holes were stretched into two slightly larger "O"-shaped holes by the huge penises, and the two "O"-shaped holes were strung together, forming a giant "8" shape in my lower body. It was so auspicious and beautiful that my whole heart was numb.

While Ye Huyan and Qing Moli were thrusting, they didn't forget to vigorously knead my elastic white buttocks with their four large hands. The white and tender flesh showed fine finger marks under the frenzied, crazy, and crazy kneading of the four large hands.

In their vigorous fucking, the delicate texture of my vagina and anus could not withstand such friction and contracted violently, tightly gripping the two thick penises, not allowing them to penetrate or withdraw. Two enormous penises were simultaneously lodged in the small hole. This extreme sensation of pain and pleasure drove Qing Moli and Ye Huyan to a frenzy of roars. At this moment, they didn't need human language; they could simultaneously increase the speed of their thrusts, engaging in a bestial act of fucking.

After a series of frenzied thrusts and pounding, glistening flower fluid gushed out from the figure-eight-shaped hole where the three of them were intimately joined. The three buttocks, strung together, were wet and glistening, shimmering and gleaming white in the sunlight.

"Ugh... ah... ah ah..." I whimpered, trembling, my hands pounding fiercely against Ye Huyan's chest, trying to make him stop this inhuman act. But this only provoked Qing Moli to laugh loudly. He began to pound my anus with irregular, rhythmic thrusts like a madman. My body trembled with his frenzied movements, pressing even closer to Ye Huyan. The force of my fists landing on Ye Hu Yan's chest increased. But Ye Hu Yan himself seemed completely unfazed by my punches, letting me pound away relentlessly. He simply spread my legs wider, thrusting his penis as deep as possible into my vagina with each stroke…

“Ugh…”

In the gradually warming air, Qing Mo Li and Ye Hu Yan's thrusting became faster and faster. Separated by a thin layer of flesh, they seemed to be competing to see who could be more forceful, penetrating even more intensely…

“Ahhh…”

“Squelch, squelch.”

Under this intense stimulation, my two vaginal openings trembled even more uncontrollably, gripping the two thick penises inserted between my legs as if about to snap off.

“Ah ha!” The pleasure of being tightly gripped transmitted from the hard, hot penises to the two men's heads, the ecstasy causing them to tremble uncontrollably as they worked so hard.

"Ahhh~~" they cried out repeatedly, clenching their teeth, tightening their buttocks, their eyes reddening, their minds in turmoil, and they began to thrust rapidly without rhythm.

"Ugh... Ahh... Waaah..." I cried out loudly, unable to bear their playing, my two little holes spasming, trembling, and twitching uncontrollably. The near-death pleasure tightly enveloped my will. Pleasure exploded in my head, my mind convulsing into a daze, and all that remained before my eyes were strange, misty images...

"Hah!!" Qingmo Li behind me roared, pulling out his penis and shooting his hot semen between my buttocks.

Then, Ye Hu Yan also trembled uncontrollably, shaking his penis and shooting out all his thick semen. In a short while, the semen between my buttocks and in my vagina mingled, forming a lewd picture...

49 Carefully Calculated

Winter. Sunlight streamed down from the pale sky onto my body, but it did not bring me any warmth.

I straightened up slightly, leaning against the corridor railing in a daze, pulled my white mink coat tighter, and once again slipped my small hands into the furry wide sleeves.

"So you were here. I've been looking for you everywhere." Ye Huyan was already standing beside me, seemingly out of nowhere.

I turned my head and blinked my dull, wooden eyes, looking at him coldly.

Ye Huyan's brows furrowed involuntarily, a hint of worry in his expression. His large, rough hands, calloused from martial arts training, gently cupped my small face. "You look unhappy. Tell me, why? What did I do wrong? Was I not gentle enough with you? Or was I not sincere enough?"

I didn't answer, my eyes fixed on the ancient pine tree, still green in the winter, continuing my blank stare.

He sighed softly, not pressing me for an answer. He helped me pull my white mink coat tighter, saying gently, "It's too cold, let's go inside."

"I want to go for a walk, is that alright?" I abruptly asked. But the words that should have been a plea came out with an indescribable coldness and indifference. A humble humility devoid of any request.

Qing Moli had somehow appeared to my left, standing gracefully. He raised a slight brow, his clear eyes fixed on me, and smiled faintly, saying softly, "Hu Yan, she wants to go out for a walk, so let's take her."

"But I'm afraid... Yan Sheng's spies will see us." Ye Hu Yan, standing to my right, frowned, disagreeing with Qing Mo Li's suggestion.

"This place is far from the capital, and besides, this is our territory. Even if Yan Sheng's 'spies' have long reach, they can't extend here." They had secretly 'smuggled' Tao Hua from the capital to their territory—Liang City—at the end of autumn.

"We finally got her; what if something happens to her..." Ye Hu Yan narrowed his eyes, puzzled: Qing Mo Li was usually more cautious than him; what was wrong with him today? He actually suggested taking Tao Hua out for a walk?

Qing Moli waved his hand, a cunning glint spreading eerily in his clear eyes. "Keeping her locked up in the courtyard like this will only cause her pain."

Ye Huyan's massive body trembled, his dark eyes thoughtfully fixed on my face. "Is your 'unhappiness' because you can't go out for a walk?" If so, then he was willing to risk everything for her happiness.

I raised my eyes slightly, staring at him without answering.

Ye Huyan's lips curled into a slight smile, his dark eyes fixed on the distant, inky mountains. His pupils were deep and dark, as if he were lost in some kind of thought. "Alright. The weather is nice today, let's go for a walk."

A

brown horse clattered as it pulled the carriage slowly down the street.

In the middle of the carriage was a small table, on which sat a pot of warm wine that the servants had prepared. I sat on the right side of the carriage, with Ye Huyan and Qing Moli opposite me.

I gently lifted a corner of the carriage window curtain, carefully observing the bustling street outside.

Suddenly, I spotted a clothing shop and called out, "Stop."

"Peach Blossom, what's wrong?" Ye Huyan, whose gaze hadn't left my face, asked with concern.

"I want some brocade to make clothes," I said, looking up, my voice flat and devoid of emotion.

Qing Moli's clear eyes held a hint of indulgence, and he smiled gently. "I'll go buy them for you."

"Okay," I nodded slightly, but didn't look at him.

A flicker of sadness crossed Qing Moli's eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

After Qing Moli alighted from the carriage, I pondered what excuse to use to get Ye Huyan away as well…

My eyes gazed out of the carriage and saw a stall selling candied hawthorns at the street corner. I turned to Ye Huyan and said, "I want to eat candied hawthorns."

Ye Huyan's eyes lit up at my request, simply because I had never made any demands or desires towards them before.

"Then... I'll go out and buy it for you."

"Okay." I nodded slightly again, without even looking at him.

After successfully getting Ye Huyan away, I quickly pulled the bracelet from my furry wide sleeve (this bracelet was hollow; I prepared it when I wanted to escape Bai Yiyan, and after many changes, the only drug I had left was the one inside the bracelet). I pressed the mechanism on the bracelet, opened the teapot on the small stove on the small table, and poured the drug hidden in the bracelet into the teapot. Then, I quickly restored the bracelet to its original state and hid it back in my sleeve.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched my small hands tightly under my sleeve. -- Success or failure depends on this one move.

**

A short while later, Ye Huyan returned from buying candied hawthorns, and Qing Moli also returned to the carriage carrying several batches of fine brocade.

"May I go to the temple to pray?" I asked, taking a step towards my second goal. —The temple is a quiet Buddhist sanctuary, nestled deep in the mountains outside the city. My stated purpose in wanting to visit was merely to leave the city.

Seeing Qing Moli and Ye Huyan frown simultaneously, I quickly retreated, feigning disappointment as I lowered my head, my voice melancholic, "If it's not possible, then forget it."

"Feng San, drive to the nearest temple outside the city," Ye Huyan ordered.

"Yes," the servant named Feng San respectfully replied.

...

Once

outside the city,

I lifted the curtain on the carriage window and saw that the surrounding scenery had changed from clusters of houses to mountains.

I clenched my fists nervously, thinking: I'll choose this place to make my move.

"Stop and rest for a while," I said, rubbing my temples as

if in pain. "Stop," Ye Huyan immediately ordered the driver to stop without a word, seeing my discomfort.

The winter wind was strong, and the carriage swayed slightly in the powerful wind.

I calmly poured a large bowl of wine for each of them. —Men in winter always drink from large bowls.

Ye Huyan, completely unsuspecting, picked up his bowl and gulped down several mouthfuls of wine. Qing Moli glanced at Ye Huyan indifferently, then lazily picked up his bowl and drank casually as well.

I had completed the first two steps of the plan almost flawlessly. But the last step was crucial; if it failed, all my previous efforts would be wasted.

"It's too cold. Give the coachman outside a bowl of wine too. Let him warm up." I tried to maintain a calm tone, not letting myself show any urgency.

Perhaps because I'm usually a soft-hearted person, this gesture didn't attract their attention.

Qing Moli curled his lips into a smile, lazily picked up a large bowl, poured a large bowl of wine, and called out with a light laugh, "Feng San, Madam is rewarding you with wine, why don't you reach out and drink?"

"Yes, Feng San thanks both masters and Madam for their reward." Feng San opened the carriage door and respectfully took the large bowl of wine from Qing Moli with both hands.

Madam? I felt a chill run down my spine. Whose "Madam" was Feng San calling out? Qing Moli's or Ye Huyan's? Or was he calling out their shared "Madam"?

Seeing my depressed and downcast expression, Ye Huyan gently took my small hand and asked with concern, "Peach Blossom, what's wrong?"

I shook my head without answering.

Ye Huyan tightened his grip on my cold hand and frowned, "Your hands are so cold. Here, you drink a bowl of wine too." With that, Ye Huyan poured me a large bowl of wine. —Because the other bowl was given to Feng San, Ye Huyan poured wine for me from the bowl he had drunk from.

"I'm very dizzy; I'm afraid I'll throw up if I drink now," I shook my head, using my dizziness as an excuse to refuse the wine.

Ye Huyan frowned and remained silent for a long time. He must have thought I didn't want to drink from the bowl he had used, which was why he said that. "Then let me rub it for you." Ye Huyan gently took my small hand, enveloping it in his warm palm and gently rubbing it.

I looked up at Ye Huyan, and by now, I had a pretty good understanding of his character. This tough man could sometimes be so gentle that he could melt a person's heart. If it weren't for the previous grudges and entanglements, I think I would have fallen for such a man without hesitation…

**

A large bowl of wine meant a large bowl of sleeping potion. Because I had used it on Bai Yiyan, a master of poisons, I knew how potent this kind of sleeping potion was.

Sure enough, within three minutes, they were all unconscious…

Next, I frantically looted all the loose silver from Qing Moli and Ye Huyan, because their silver notes were marked, and if I used them, they would find me. So even if I took them, I couldn't use them.

I dragged the unconscious coachman into the carriage, untied the rope from the horse, and with some effort, sat on the saddleless horse. I rode towards a city below…

I kept telling myself: no matter what, I couldn't give up hope of escaping these men's clutches. Even if I failed, I would escape again and again…

**

The biting wind made my skin feel like it was about to crack.

I shivered uncontrollably on horseback…

The desolate forest was eerily silent, devoid of any life, yet the horse continued its relentless gallop. My heart was filled with anxiety, for I had been wandering in this forest for several hours, but still hadn't found my way out.

As darkness fell, my anxiety intensified.

Suddenly, the bushes rustled in the distance, the branches of the low bushes trembled, and the roar of a wild beast filled the air.

I looked up, and a chill ran down my spine, my whole body went limp. My heart nearly stopped beating.

A tiger!

This was the first time I had ever seen a tiger in ancient times. —This wasn't a tiger kept in a cage in a zoo, but a tiger roaming freely in the deep mountains and forests!

The horse, greatly frightened, reared up and neighed, throwing me off its back…

“Ah!” I was thrown onto a pile of dry grass.

Although the soft grass lessened the impact of the fall, my bones were still numb, and I couldn't get up.

And at that moment, the tiger, with its blood-red jaws wide open, was pouncing fiercely on me…

In that instant, I couldn't breathe…

“Peach Blossom—” A heart-wrenching, furious roar rang out behind me.

A strong, powerful arm pulled my trembling body tightly into its embrace. I rolled several times on the ground.

A massive, powerful tiger claw lunged at us. In that instant, Qing Moli was paralyzed with fear. He used his strong arm to punch the tiger's head.

The tiger's sharp claw pierced Qing Moli's arm, and the sound of bones shattering sent chills down my spine.

"Run!" His handsome brows furrowed in pain. He gritted his teeth and roared fiercely at me.

Run, run! Run! My mind screamed for me to escape this dangerous place as quickly as possible.

But I didn't! I swiftly drew the longsword from Qing Moli's waist and, gritting my teeth, slashed at the tiger with all my might!

I don't know if it was the sword's sharpness or if my overwhelming fear had unleashed my hidden strength. In any case, the tiger died from the sword, and I was sprayed with warm blood... Only

then did my heart begin to pound with fear. My hand went limp, and the heavy, cold sword fell to the ground...

**

Under the ancient pine tree, the campfire roared.

Qing Moli's brows furrowed deeply, his features contorted in pain. He tilted his pale face slightly upward, gritting his teeth and breathing heavily.

People say that the true nature of a person is revealed in the moment of danger.

"Why did you save me?" He had almost died just now.

Qing Moli smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on me with a lingering gaze. "How could I not save my beloved wife?"

"I am not your wife." I was shocked, never expecting Qing Moli to call me 'wife.'

"But here with me..." Qing Moli's slender fingers pointed to his heart, his deep eyes fixed on me, "Here, you are already my wife..."

"Qing Moli, don't be like this..." I pursed my lips, lowering my head. Qing Moli, you shouldn't be so gentle, and you can't be this gentle...

**

The night deepened, and suddenly snow began to fall, the hazy, fine snowflakes blurring everything in the world into a vast expanse of white.

Even Qing Moli's iron-like body couldn't escape the fate of developing a fever under these circumstances.

I was anxious, but there was nothing I could do for him. I could only find some dry wood nearby and make the fire bigger to raise the temperature.

"Peach Blossom, Peach Blossom..." Qing Moli kept calling my name again and again in his unconscious state.

"Qing Moli, how are you?" His condition was terrible; one wrong move and his life could be in danger.

In his unconscious state, he held me close, his tightly furrowed brows now showing only a fatal tenderness.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his consciousness began to cloud, and he mumbled incoherently, "Peach Blossom. Peach Blossom. Peach Blossom... I'm sorry for what happened before. I shouldn't have treated you like that... I just felt resentful because I saw that you could be gentle to everyone but not to me. I didn't know how to vent my pain and dissatisfaction, and I didn't know how to free myself from that deep pain. That's why I did so many terrible things to you... I'm sorry, Peach Blossom. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Qing Moli, wake up, don't sleep..." I anxiously patted his face repeatedly.

His unconsciousness terrified me, and his repeated apologies made my heart pound. I've lost count of how many times this proud, arrogant, and cunning man has apologized to me.

"Peach Blossom..." In his unconscious state, Qing Moli grasped my small hand, trapping it deep within his large palm, gently rubbing it. "Peach Blossom. Peach Blossom. Peach Blossom... Do you know the bitter taste of slowly savoring love hidden deep in your heart? Have you ever tasted it? Do you know how bitter it is?"

"Qing Moli, wake up..." I kept slapping his face.

Qing Moli seemed not to hear my cries, his brows still furrowed, confessing in a voice barely audible, "...Do you know? When I see you happy, I am happier than you. When I see you in pain, I am in even greater pain than you..."

Qing Moli's confession came so suddenly, so shockingly, that I trembled all over, unsure how to react. On

that

snowy night, the temperature dropped rapidly. My hands and face were frozen solid.

In the latter half of the night, Qing Moli's breathing became increasingly weak. Pain covered his handsome face; he was as pale as a ghost.

"Qing Moli, don't sleep anymore, wake up!" I never imagined that someone as cunning as Qing Moli could be so vulnerable.

My eyes welled up with tears, and my throat tightened, suppressing a sob.

"Waaah... Qing Moli... don't die..." Although I hated Qing Moli, I had to admit I was a soft-hearted woman. After he risked his life to save me, my resentment towards him paled in comparison to the fear of his impending death. —I could still worry terribly about his life; I could still cry uncontrollably over his unconsciousness.

Suddenly, a large hand gently covered my cheek. Slender fingers gently wiped away the tears on my cheeks. "Peach Blossom, don't cry. Your tears hurt my heart."

"Qing Moli, you're awake." I ignored what he said, lowering my eyes to meet his clear gaze.

"You cried for me? That makes even death worthwhile." He smiled, gazing at me intently. In his eyes, I was a rare treasure, his most beloved.

"What death? You'll get better."

His arm slid across my neck, pulling my head down, his nose gently nuzzling my cheek. His clear eyes were filled with deep affection. "Peach Blossom, those words are enough."

A

fierce wind howled, and snow danced wildly.

"Ah..." I frowned, exclaiming in worry. "The snow is falling even harder." In this weather, I feared we wouldn't be able to withstand the cold.

Qing Moli's slender fingers traced my eyebrows and eyes with deep affection. His dark, clear eyes held a thousand tender emotions. "Peach Blossom. It's getting colder and colder. If we don't find a way to keep warm, we'll both freeze to death in this deep mountain forest."

I turned to look at him, puzzled.

"If we hug each other, it won't be so cold."

I stiffened, unsure how to respond…

**

Snowflakes drifted through the ancient, verdant pines, gently falling onto our hair.

His slender, jade-like fingers caressed my cheek tenderly. "Peach Blossom, don't tense up so much."

His tongue thirstily probed deep into my throat, making me cough and feel nauseous.

"Mmm…"

His clear eyes gazed at me with unwavering affection.

He chuckled softly, his cold lips gently pressing against my soft, alabaster neck. "Don't worry. I won't do anything to you."

With that, he pulled me tightly into his coat, then buried his head against my chest, his nose pressed against my breast through the thick white mink coat, his clear eyes slightly narrowed in enjoyment, as if inhaling the fragrance emanating from my alabaster skin…

☆☆

The wind howled, the snow raged.

The girl nestled in Qing Moli's strong arms had blue lips from the cold, her body trembling.

Seeing this, Qing Moli frowned slightly, pulling her even closer.

He lowered his head, forehead to forehead, his clear eyes now unable to conceal the madness of his infatuation…

How could Qing Moli, renowned for his cunning, not see through Peach Blossom's little scheme to escape today? His deliberate indulgence was merely a ploy to break through Tao Hua's defenses...

Letting her escape was his deliberate indulgence; being scratched by the tiger was his meticulous arrangement; falling into a coma was his deliberate deception; her delirious ramblings were his final calculation. —All of this was nothing but a scheme. He desperately wanted Tao Hua's heart.

Was it deep affection, persistence, madness, or scheming? In the end, even he couldn't distinguish. He only knew that for a woman he wouldn't let go of even at the cost of his life, what harm was there in being despicable?

Ye Huyan said, 'A woman's heart can only be won with gentleness.'...

Ye

Huyan also said that his madness and brutality would only push Tao Hua's heart further away.

Qing Moli's lips curled slightly, a cunning glint in his eyes. He considered himself a refined gentleman; what kind of woman hadn't he played with? What kind of woman hadn't he conquered? —So, if even that cold, brute Ye Huyan understood, how could he, Qing Moli, not understand?

He just understands women too well. Women are sometimes just too shameless. If he had been gentle with Peach Blossom from the beginning, she might not have appreciated his kindness. -- If a person is not in darkness for a long time, then he will never greedily crave the sunlight. Only the sweetness after the pain will leave the deepest impression. So only when a man hurts a woman's heart deeply enough and then gives her fatal tenderness, can he easily win over that fragile yet strong woman's heart.

Therefore. Abusing her was never his goal. It was just a means for him to get what he wanted... 11-30
50 Right and Wrong (1)

Cold snow covers the mountaintop, and the chill penetrates the heart.

In the early morning, when it was still dark, Qing Moli held me with his uninjured hand and used his lightness skill to carry me quickly out of the jungle.

I don't know how many miles Qing Moli ran with his lightness skill. At noon, we arrived in the bustling town, but it was no longer the original Liangcheng.

"Aren't you going to take me back to Liangcheng?" I was very surprised and unexpected.

"Now that you've escaped, why go back, is there?" His voice was hoarse from the exhaustion of running with his light-footed

skills. In the morning, after a night's rest and with my mind clearing, as I despaired at my failed escape, I also pieced together the various oddities of the situation. Logically, Qing Moli shouldn't have woken up for at least three days after being drugged by the sleeping potion I personally prepared. Yet, the moment I encountered the tiger, Qing Moli appeared! This could only mean one thing: Qing Moli wasn't drugged at all, and he had been following me the whole time.

"You weren't drugged at all?" I instinctively asked.

"I know this little trick can't be hidden from you," Qing Moli said, a slight smile playing on his lips, readily admitting the accuracy of my guess.

"But I clearly saw you drink the wine." I saw him drink the wine I had drugged.

"Martial artists are very fast; I poured the wine into my sleeve." Then Qing Moli chuckled, then sighed, "Pshaw! To avoid being discovered, I actually did something so stupid—pour wine into my sleeve? I'm amazed at myself.

" "You deliberately let me escape?" I keenly grasped the key to his actions.

"Peach Blossom is indeed clever." Qing Moli nodded elegantly in acknowledgment.

"Why did you do that?" I stared wide-eyed, utterly bewildered.

"Is that even a question?" He turned his head, his eyes fixed on me intently. He chuckled softly, then cursed harshly, "You really are an idiot!" "Although his words seemed like an insult, his tone contained a deep helplessness and a profound doting affection.

Qing Moli half-closed his starry eyes, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, making it impossible for me to see his expression. When he opened his eyes again, his clear eyes became even colder. A voice, as if suppressing immense pain, came softly, 'No man wants to share his beloved woman with another man.' Sharing the woman he loved to the bone with another man was such an absurd act; no man in the world could tolerate it.

'So, you're going to betray your brother?' I couldn't help but sneer. Qing Moli was truly too fickle. What 'brother'? How could a relationship that could be betrayed so easily be called 'brother'?

'Haven't you always just wanted one man to live a normal married life?' Qing Moli seemed to have been struck in a sore spot, suddenly becoming angry. His large hand fiercely gripped my chin, his handsome face filled with a dark, sinister aura. 'What? Did I misunderstand your thoughts?'" "You like being fucked by two men every day?"

"Qing Moli, watch your mouth!" I angrily struggled free from his grip and slapped him across the face.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Qing Moli seemed to suddenly come to his senses.

He closed his eyes in pain, standing forlornly in the middle of the street, looking utterly alone. "Ye Huyan and I have been brothers for over ten years… Our brotherhood is something outsiders can't understand. I care about Ye Huyan as a brother. But…"

Qing Moli suddenly opened his eyes, his clear gaze fixed intently on me, "Tao Hua, besides you, I can give him anything he wants. Besides you… Tao Hua, besides you… I really can give him anything…"

"Qing Moli…" I froze, my mind reeling. I suddenly realized that I had never truly understood these men…

"Why?" "I asked 'why' again. These men can send women into a frenzy with just a glance, so why are they all so fixated on me?

" "What 'why'?" Qing Moli tilted her head slightly, confused, wondering what I meant by "why."

"Why are you all so fixated on me? It's not like all the women in the world are dead! Why do you insist on clinging to me? You could easily get any woman you want with a simple word. Why can't you just let me live a peaceful life?" "I've asked this question so many times, but no one is willing to give me an answer.

—If I knew what they 'like' about me, I would change it all, until they no longer 'like' me! (After everything that's happened, if I still haven't noticed their 'liking,' then I'm truly foolish and oblivious. Unfortunately, I'm neither foolish nor oblivious; I can see their 'true' intentions: Ye Huyan could recognize me at a glance even after I was completely disguised; Qing Moli risked his own life to shield me from a tiger. It would be absolutely impossible for them to do this without even a trace of 'liking.' But I don't care for their 'liking,' not only do I not care, I also hate it. I really hate it… because I just want to live a peaceful and ordinary life.)

A smile that could topple kingdoms bloomed on Qing Moli's handsome face, and his burning eyes stared at me affectionately, 'Peach Blossom, there are many women in the world, but I only want you.'" "

..." I closed my eyes resentfully. I knew he wouldn't tell me the answer I wanted.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over me, everything went black, and I lost consciousness...

☆☆

"Hmm..." I slowly woke up.

"You're awake?" A gentle, soothing voice drifted over.

When I looked at the speaker, my eyes widened in terror—Linghu Yue?!

Fear instantly gripped my entire body. It felt like encountering a murderer on a deserted street at midnight!—I was powerless, left only to be slaughtered.

If I were to ask who I feared most falling into their hands, it would be Linghu Yue. Because if I were in someone else's hands, at least I would retain my memories. I could remember my humiliation, my suffering, and that I should have escaped.

But Linghu Yue knew hypnosis. In his hands, I feared I would be completely hypnotized into a mindless, half-crippled person. —Memory is the most important thing in a person's life. Without memories, how am I any different from someone with a crippled mind?

"Xi'er, it's been a long time." The shadow of Linghu Yue's tall, imposing figure completely enveloped my petite frame.

"On the street, you were the one who knocked me unconscious." "I used a statement, not a question."

Linghu Yue's lips curled into a handsome smile. He nodded lazily and said, "Yes, while Qing Moli is off guard because of what you've done, I'll snatch you back from him."

He paused, then smiled again, "Although a sneak attack is a bit despicable, if I didn't use some methods, I wouldn't have been confident of successfully snatching you back from Qing Moli." Linghu Yue's strength was indeed not as formidable as Yan Sheng's, but he had never given up on the idea of winning back his wife.

My lips trembled, and for a moment I was so afraid I couldn't breathe...

Seeing my terrified expression, Linghu Yue's lips still slightly curved upwards, but his face was ashen. "Xi'er, aren't you happy to be back by my side?"

"No, no..." I trembled, instinctively lying as soon as I opened my mouth.

"Your body is shaking so badly, are you afraid of me?" Linghu Yue's pupils contracted several times, a deep sadness welling up in his eyes.

"No..." My body trembled uncontrollably.

Linghu Yue narrowed his eyes dangerously, clenching his fists. "Xi'er, I don't want to hear you lie!"

"..." I shut my mouth tightly. The more I said, the more mistakes I would make. I chose to remain silent.

"Speak! Are you mute?" Linghu Yue's dark eyes suddenly became unfathomable.

"You, what do you want me to say..." So this feeling is called extreme fear... I have a premonition that I will lose my memory... But I can't give up any hope until the very last moment, right? I bet that if I pretend to be obedient and listen to him, he won't hypnotize me and erase my memories.

Linghu Yue smiled elegantly, regaining his original dashing demeanor. "Hmm, as expected of my wife, you know how to be pragmatic..."

Linghu Yue lifted my chin with his middle and index fingers. "Unfortunately, I know you too well now. Your trick of playing the innocent doesn't work on me anymore!" "

What kind of 'playing innocent' trick?" I pretended not to understand what he was saying.

"Hmm..." Linghu Yue smiled and murmured softly, not minding explaining to me carefully, "What I mean is, don't think that just because you pretend to be obedient, I won't use hypnosis on you. Today... I'm going to restore our relationship to what it was at the beginning. Xi'er, let's start over, I'll be good to you..."

I clenched my fists, suppressing my trembling and fear, constantly telling myself that I must not give up on any possibility until the very last moment.

Finally, I blurted out in a moment of inspiration, "Linghu Yue, do you really like me?"

"Xi'er, my feelings for you aren't just 'like,' they're 'love.' Love! Do you understand?" Linghu Yue's dark eyes shone brightly, a light that was deep affection, pain, torment, and unwavering determination.

Although his talk of 'love' disgusted me, I forced myself to endure it for my own sake. "Linghu Yue! If you truly 'love' me, how could you do such a cruel thing to me?"

"Do such a cruel thing to you?" Linghu Yue murmured. "Hypnotizing away all those painful memories makes you feel cruel?" A sinister 'demonic aura' emanated from Linghu Yue's eyes—an aura called 'madness'. —I often saw that in Qing Moli's eyes.

My heart sank heavily. Heaven, I don't want to see another 'Qing Moli'. “Linghu Yue, calm down. Listen to me. What has happened has happened, and that cannot be changed. People can't escape the bad things that have already occurred…”

“People can't escape the bad things that have already occurred?” Linghu Yue countered my words, “Then tell me, what is a good way to ‘not escape’?”

“Linghu Yue, you said you ‘love’ me. Since you ‘love’ me, then you should use your sincere heart to win back my heart and let me accept you again… instead of using hypnosis to make me forget everything…” I tried hard to suppress the nausea in my heart and make my face show genuine sincerity.

"Hehe~~" At this moment, Linghu Yue chuckled again, "Xi'er, your lying skills are getting better and better. You can make up lies like this without even blinking."

"I didn't make up any lies, I'm telling the truth! Linghu Yue, memory is one of the most important things in a person's life. If you really love me, don't be so cruel as to take away my memories." My eyes were misty, filled with pitiful pleading, 'pleading' for Linghu Yue's pity and soft heart.

"Xi'er, don't look at me with such pitiful eyes, it really breaks my heart." Linghu Yue pulled my petite body tightly into his embrace. "Those hurts were too severe, too cruel for you. If I hadn't hypnotized them—you—you would never forgive me in this lifetime. Xi'er, Xi'er. I have to admit you're very clever, clever enough to use my feelings for you to achieve your goal of not wanting to forget your hatred for me. But you underestimate me. Although I, Linghu Yue, love you very much, I'm not a brainless fool. I won't fall for your tricks. So, you don't need to use your pitifulness and coquettishness on me anymore..."

My heart shattered completely, and I couldn't help but sob uncontrollably. "Linghu Yue, don't you think what you're doing is really despicable and vile?!"

"Despicable or vile, as long as I can regain your love, you can say whatever you want." Linghu Yue's lips gently kissed my cheek, his large hand gently stroking my hair, his eyes filled with tenderness and love. “Xi’er, this will be the last time you cry in sorrow in this life. I will never let you shed another tear of sadness again. I swear…”

“Waaah…waaah…Linghu Yue, I beg you, I don’t want to lose my memory. I don’t want to…please let me go…let me go…waaah…please…” At this moment, I couldn’t tell if I was being despicable, feigning pitifulness and using a low-level tactic, or if I had truly lost my backbone, shamelessly begging the person who was taking away something important from my life just to avoid losing something so precious.

Linghu Yue swallowed the bitter taste in his throat, his lips pressed tightly together, but his expression remained nonchalant. He cupped my face in his hands, feigning a teasing tone, "Xi'er, don't beg me like this... just let me do it without any pressure, okay?"

"Linghu Yue, please let me go. I promise I'll listen to you from now on. I can easily fall in love with you again." I realized that when people are pushed to the limit, they can be so despicable, shameless, vulgar, and shameless.

"Xi'er, you're so cunning." Linghu Yue's fingers gently traced my cheek. "What you said makes me a little reluctant to do it..."

I sincerely grasped his large hands that were affectionately tracing my face. "Since you can't bear it, then don't do it, okay?" As long as my memory remains, everything can be reconsidered... I don't care about bowing my head or being weak for a moment. One must be able to bend and stretch; that's what my grandfather told me when I was very young in my previous life.

Linghu Yue sighed softly, “It’s a pity I have to do this. Otherwise, the cunning Xi’er will no longer be my woman…”

…

“No, Linghu Yue…”

…

☆☆

Note: ‘Ruo Xi’ is the name Linghu Yue gave Tao Hua when he first hypnotized her.

51 Right and Wrong (2)

Suddenly, I traveled from modern society to ancient times, but I didn’t die in the car accident, which is a blessing in itself.

I sat on the vermilion railing of the corridor, looking at the white snow outside the corridor, my feet swinging back and forth idly.

As I was contemplating with my chin in my hand, a white mink cloak was draped over my shoulders.

I turned around in surprise and saw Yue’s upright and imposing figure standing beside me. “Be careful not to catch a cold.”

My cheeks were flushed, and I pulled the cloak’s seam slightly. “Thank you.”

“Xi’er, we are husband and wife, so you don’t need to be so polite with me.” Yue’s eyes were tender and affectionate.

This man named ‘Yue’ was handsome and extraordinary. Such a handsome man could easily sway a woman's heart. I'm just a woman, and seeing such an outstanding man, it would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted… But after all, he's someone else's man. I can't possibly possess 'her' body and her man at the same time, can I?

I frowned, deep in thought, my eyes fixed on him, unblinking. Should I tell him that his wife is dead, and I'm just a soul from another time? But if I tell him, will this man who loves his wife be enraged and burn me alive, thinking I'm a monster? —After all, this kind of supernatural act of possessing someone else's body is too abnormal.

He lowered his head, his large hand gently stroking the back of my head, pressing my chin against his, his forehead against mine. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing…" I stared intently at him. "Yue, if I said I'm not your…" Although I felt that this way of addressing him was too intimate, he only told me his name was 'Yue'.

"What are you not to me?" Yue asked gently.

"…" I shook my head. I backed down, too afraid to risk my life.

"You always seem to leave things unsaid lately," Yue said affectionately, pinching my nose. Then he slowly brought his handsome face closer to mine.

Suddenly, Yue's lips pressed against mine, his large hand moving from the back of my head to my smooth neck, a gesture that sent shivers down my spine.

He let out a soft moan, unable to resist slipping his hand inside my shirt, his large hand covering my breasts.

I was startled and struggled in terror, "No..."

"Yue, you can't..." I pushed against his chest with all my might.

His massive body completely encased my petite frame.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, his breathing rapid, his voice hoarse. "Xi'er, don't you want to?"

My cheeks burned. "Yue... although you are my husband, I have amnesia. Right now, you are just a stranger to me."

At that moment, a gust of wind suddenly rose. A few strands of Yue's long hair danced in the wind. As his hair fluttered, the deep affection revealed in his lonely eyes was undeniable.

"Yue..." The loneliness emanating from him made my heart tremble involuntarily, sinking me deeply into its embrace...

"I was too hasty. I will give you time." Yue murmured in a low, hoarse voice, his large hand gently pulling my clothes together.

"Yue... I'm sorry..." Besides these words, I didn't know what else to say.

"Silly boy, don't talk to me like that." Yue smiled and pulled me into his arms...

☆☆

The snow was heavy, and the wine in the flask quickly turned cold.

Bai Yiyan sat quietly at the round table, his eyes dark with deep thought.

"Master, Fengtan reports that they have found her whereabouts." Fengtan was the largest intelligence-gathering organization of Beiting Tower.

"Where is she now?!" Bai Yiyan suddenly stood up, his movement so abrupt that he pulled the round table, causing the wine flask on it to tip over, spilling the century-old wine all over the table and onto the ground. Bai Yiyan ignored it and strode towards Anan. "She is

currently living with Linghu Yue in a small house in Fengcheng."

Bai Yiyan didn't even raise an eyebrow and asked indifferently, "Isn't it rumored in the martial arts world that she drowned while traveling by water?" Although he had been busy searching for Peach Blossom these past few months, he still knew about the major event of Linghu Yue's death in the martial arts world.

Anan replied, "Fengtan's investigation confirms that Linghu Yue faked his death."

"But why would he fake his death?" Bai Yiyan lowered his gaze, a cold smile playing on his lips. The person who could make Linghu Yue abandon such a vast empire was truly capable. —In truth, he knew perfectly well, but he simply refused to admit it.

"This subordinate does not know," Anan replied. He knew everything he needed to know, and he didn't need to know what he didn't.

"Peach Blossom…was she imprisoned by Linghu Yue?" Bai Yiyan's hand, holding the folding fan, turned slightly white.

"According to reports from below, she seems to have forgotten her past."

"Forgot her past?" Had she forgotten him too? In a moment of distraction, the fan in Bai Yiyan's hand fell to the ground. "She was hypnotized and had her memories erased?"

"Yes," Anan replied respectfully, still bowing.

A servant went over and picked up the folding fan that Bai Yiyan had dropped. A maid brought a clean white silk cloth on a tray, and the servant carefully wiped the fan with the cloth. He stepped forward, bowing and raising the folding fan in his hand. Bai Yiyan absentmindedly took his beloved fan, his fingers casually stroking the ribs, and asked again, "What is her relationship with Linghu Yue now?"

"Your subordinate deserves to die! This... we haven't found out yet." A'nan was sweating profusely. If he didn't answer this question well, it would provoke his master's raging anger, so he dared not answer carelessly.

"Useless!" Bai Yiyan's hand, which was tightly gripping the fan, suddenly bulged with veins. Damn it! Why did his heart become even more restless after receiving news of her?

...

**

The night was deep, and the snow had stopped.

Outside the secluded courtyard where Linghu Yue lived, several rows of tall and imposing men in black stood out.

"Master, shouldn't we just attack directly?"

"No." Bai Yiyan raised his hand to stop him, "I'll take Tao Hua out first, and then we'll make our move."

"Yes." Although they didn't know why their master wanted to go through the trouble of two separate operations, or why he wouldn't let them, his subordinates, go in and take the kidnapping, they only needed to obey their master's orders and didn't need to ask any more questions.

Everyone

saw their master leap out of the small courtyard, having been tightly cradled by Linghu Yue in a bundle resembling a human figure. They bowed respectfully, saying, "Master."

Bai Yiyan's eyes swept over the crowd, and he nodded slightly. He then called out, "Canhong."

"Master," Canhong emerged from the dense crowd, bowing to Bai Yiyan for instructions.

"Take her and A-Ming's group and leave this place first. If she wakes up before I return, use a mild sedative to knock her out again. Remember, she cannot see any of your faces."

"Yes."

At this moment, even those who had long since mastered the art of concealing their emotions were filled with astonishment: Canhong was their master's most capable female subordinate besides Chang Juan, and her abilities were not to be underestimated. But even today, the master was still worried, leaving only her to guard a woman without martial arts skills. He even summoned Ah Ming, the fearsome Grim Reaper, along with his elite team to 'guard' her. Wasn't the master being a little too anxious? They were very curious about what kind of 'person' was inside that bundle of blankets, that made their cold-hearted master take such a shocking step.

Huh? But something still didn't seem right. If the master wasn't confident in Can Hong's abilities, he could have simply had Ah Ming take 'that bundle of blankets' away. With Ah Ming's devilish skills, guarding a woman without martial arts skills was a waste. So why summon Can Hong? And why call Can Hong first, and then Ah Ming? The master's purpose in doing this… was truly baffling…

Seeing Can Hong roughly hoist Tao Hua onto her shoulder… Bai Yiyan frowned and shouted angrily, "Be gentle!"

Can Hong looked surprised, but immediately softened his movements and bowed his head respectfully, replying, "Yes."

Bai Yiyan frowned, feeling ashamed of his impulsive behavior. To make up for his momentary 'slip of the tongue,' he quickly waved his hand, "Go."

"Yes." Can Hong and A Ming's large group of men disappeared outside Linghu Yue's courtyard in a few leaps.

Bai Yiyan stared intently in the direction they disappeared...

The wind howled, swirling up the snow from the pale ground and bare tree branches.

Bai Yiyan's sleeves fluttered in the wind, his long black hair, adorned with two long white ribbons, danced wildly in the air.

Suddenly, his lips still slightly curved upwards, but his deep eyes revealed a bloodthirsty cruelty, "Kill! Leave no one alive..." He had long wanted to kill those men who had touched Tao Hua, but he had been delayed by his search for Tao Hua.

"Yes." Two rows of men in black, standing in neat rows, rose and responded.

He didn't need to lift a finger for these kinds of killings; he only needed to give orders.

Thus, a brutal massacre began on this snowy night…

**

"Your subordinate deserves to die. I was careless, and Linghu Yue escaped through a trick." Anan knelt on one knee, pleading for forgiveness.

Bai Yiyan coldly stared at Linghu Yue's courtyard, his chilling eyes radiating intense killing intent. "He hasn't come out yet. Ayu, take men and surround the courtyard."

"Yes." Ayu, who had been following Bai Yiyan, received his master's order and hurriedly left.

At this moment, Bai Yiyan elegantly yawned. "Anan, take me to where Linghu Yue just escaped."

Anan's expression froze. "Why does Master need to do such a small thing personally?"

"Anyway, I'm bored, so it'll be good to stretch my muscles." Bai Yiyan smiled faintly, her entire demeanor elegant and composed, like someone leisurely taking an after-dinner stroll...

**

After escaping from Anan's grasp, Linghu Yue, despite his injuries, forced himself into the secret room of the study. He tore off the white silk lining from his white robe, bit his finger, and wrote the coded words to dispel the hypnotic spell on Tao Hua on the silk.

After writing it, Linghu Yue folded the white cloth neatly and hid it inside a cleverly designed stone mechanism. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. At that moment, he realized that there was such a thing as love in the world, where even in the last moment of life, one would still think of someone, plan for that person, and consider that person's feelings.

Linghu Yue murmured softly, "Xi'er, this is the only thing I can do for you now."

"You really are here, I've been looking for you for ages." Bai Yiyan's elegant and upright figure appeared gracefully before Linghu Yue.

"Finally, I see your true face." Linghu Yue slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for rest, and stared coldly at Bai Yiyan.

"To be able to wipe out the entire elite of the Linghu family in such a short time, you are truly the first person in history to do so." Linghu Yue's tone revealed disappointment and sorrow, but not fear.

Because he knew that Xi'er would be alright. As long as Xi'er was safe, there was nothing that could frighten him now. --Although Linghu Yue did not yet know this person's background, he was certain that this massacre was caused by Xi'er.

Bai Yiyan gracefully flicked his precious fan, the crescent-shaped fan obscuring the lower half of his handsome face, the white fan making his smiling black eyes even more crystal clear. "You flatter them too much. I thought they were clumsy, that such an important leader like you could escape."

"Who are you?" Linghu Yue asked calmly, his indomitable heroic spirit shining through at this moment.

Bai Yiyan approached Linghu Yue with a composed demeanor. "If I'm not mistaken, you're a dying man. Since you're about to die, knowing so much is useless. So why bother knowing?"

Linghu Yue frowned. He felt a familiar aura emanating from this person. "Have we met somewhere before…?" Linghu Yue narrowed his eyes sharply, carefully observing Bai Yiyan's figure and movements.

White fan… white clothes… a wicked smile…

In an instant, Linghu Yue suddenly realized, "You're Bai Yiyan?"

Even Yan Sheng and the others probably hadn't expected that the 'Bai Yiyan' they had once hunted down and forced to hand over the longevity medical book would possess such terrifying power. --No! Someone who could wipe out the entire elite of the Linghu family in three hours should be described as possessing 'terrifying power.'

"As expected of Linghu Yue, to be able to recognize me in such a short time." Bai Yiyan smiled extremely seductively. But his allure wasn't the effeminate kind; it was an ethereal, elusive allure, like that of a celestial being.

"This is your true face, isn't it?" Linghu Yue remained calm and composed, showing no fear even as he faced the chilling killing intent emanating from Bai Yiyan. A

playful smile played on Bai Yiyan's lips as he scoffed, "Your so-called elite soldiers are all dead. Don't you know you're about to die too?" Linghu Yue's attitude made Bai Yiyan uncomfortable.

Linghu Yue's eyes were serene, his demeanor noble, and he laughed heartily, "If I can drag those who killed me down with me to the underworld, then my life will have been worthwhile."

Before his words even finished, Linghu Yue moved like a whirlwind towards Bai Yiyan, his sword flashing as it swiftly struck him.

Bai Yiyan's lips curled into an arrogant smile. He gathered his energy and waved his white fan, his posture still elegant, as graceful as the moon in flight and as fluid as flowing water in retreat.

"You're really not qualified to go to the underworld with me." With a swift turn, he swung his fan again, a white light shooting towards Linghu Yue. He then leaped into the air, moving two meters away from Linghu Yue with the graceful movement of an eagle spreading its wings. He then coldly watched Linghu Yue slowly fall to the ground.

"Master." A'nan quickly walked to Bai Yiyan's side.

Bai Yiyan turned gracefully, one hand behind his back, the other casually waving his fan. The crescent-shaped fan obscured the lower half of his handsome face, revealing only his eyes, half smiling, half cruel, half sinister, and half cold. "Burn this courtyard down, leave no trace."

"Yes." Anan bowed and let Bai Yiyan go first, then followed closely behind. As she left the dark room, Anan glanced back at Linghu Yue, who lay on the ground, her breath weak and clearly on the verge of death. Linghu Yue wouldn't die anytime soon. Master wanted Linghu Yue to taste the pain of being burned alive...

but Linghu Yue deserved it! Who asked him to fall for the woman his master also loved (this intense possessiveness must be love). He would always remember the time someone accidentally saw that woman's body (actually, just her shoulder) and was angrily ordered to have their eyes gouged out. So, what about Linghu Yue, who was obsessed with that woman? ...

A fire quickly raged in Linghu's small courtyard.

Flames leaped swiftly across the wooden house, turning everything in their path into piles of charred remains.

...

The world was ablaze with crimson light. Linghu Yue slowly closed his eyes, and scenes of past splendor, as dazzling as fireworks, reappeared before him. Blazing flames swept over his body, past his eyes, and licked his lips. Everything from the past now seemed like a fleeting illusion to him; his deepest longing was only for her once-obsessed gaze and profound love. If heaven gave him a second chance, he would never betray Xi'er's true heart for that longevity medical book...

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Please don't blame me, dear readers. The martial world is a dog-eat-dog world; 'A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime' (please explain this idiom in its simplest literal sense).

If you ask me why Bai Yiyan would still use a fan in the dead of winter, I can only answer: because the fan is Bai Yiyan's personal weapon.

52 Flowers in Full Bloom

The winter sun shone softly through the white curtains.

The white light shining on my eyelids jolted me awake. I frowned slightly; why had I slept so late tonight?

I slowly sat up, glancing around casually, and was surprised to find myself no longer in the somewhat strange yet familiar room I'd only stayed in for a little over ten days.

Where was I? How did I end up in a different place after just one night's sleep?

"You're awake." Before I could think further, a magnetic, sexy voice came from the window to the left of the bed.

I turned my head sharply and saw a man in white robes gracefully turning around in the soft sunlight.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" I shielded my eyes from the dazzling yet gentle white light emanating from his clothes with the back of my hand.

His eyes were gentle, a smile playing on his lips, as he slowly said, "Me? I'm just a wandering swordsman. Last night, you were drugged and put into a carriage. I rescued you from them."

Drugged? His reminder made me vaguely recall that there was indeed a dark figure standing at the head of my bed last night. When I tried to scream for help, the figure threw a powder at me, and I passed out. It seems Yue must have offended someone, which is why that person kidnapped his wife.

At that moment, he slowly walked from the sunlight streaming through the window into the shaded area of the room. Only then did I see his face clearly, and I was deeply stunned: I had never imagined that such a handsome person existed in this world. He appeared refined and elegant, yet paradoxically, he exuded a masculine strength.

My instinctive reaction was to laugh and ask, "A wandering knight? Is it the 'knight' who acts chivalrously and righteously?"

He paused for a moment, then gracefully waved his fan, covering his lips with it, and chuckled softly.

"Excuse me, did I say something wrong?" I was somewhat bewildered by his laughter.

He gazed at me intently, his magnetic voice carrying a hint of reminiscence and longing, "I apologize, I lost my composure. It's just that someone once asked me the same question."

I was taken aback, tilting my head and smiling, "Perhaps he, like me, was filled with curiosity and admiration for the wandering knights of the martial world."

"I can understand your 'curiosity.' But why do you 'admire' them?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, a captivating smile playing on his lips. He lifted his robes and sat down on a chair not far from the bed, his posture... hinting at a long, intimate conversation.

"Hmm..." I touched my lower lip, pondering slightly, "How should I put it? Perhaps it's because I'm inherently weak, hoping that when I'm in trouble, a chivalrous knight will come to my aid." By chivalrous, I meant someone with a heart full of enthusiasm to help others.

He chuckled heartily, sighing softly, "You're really honest."

"Oh? Is that so? I don't think so myself. I'm only being honest with you because you're my savior." I smiled back, my words filled with gratitude for this chivalrous knight. Perhaps it was because his appearance was so handsome and ethereal that I didn't doubt his words. -- People often say that appearance reflects the heart. How could someone with such an ethereal appearance be a bad person?

He raised an eyebrow, grinning mischievously, "Oh. Then thank you for your kindness."

I covered my lips with my hands, giggling; this chivalrous knight wasn't difficult to get along with.

"Where is your home? I'll take you back later." (Bai Yiyan's offer to take her home was definitely a lie, because she had only been in Linghu Yue's hands for a little over ten days, so her amnesia had only occurred within those ten days. In those ten days, she hadn't even left Linghu Yue's courtyard, so Bai Yiyan was certain: even if she said she'd take her home, she wouldn't know the way.)

"Home?" My heart clenched, a deep sense of desolation washing over me. Where would I have a home in ancient times?

"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.

I lowered my head, my voice tinged with sadness, "I have no home..." and I didn't know the way back to Yue's place.

"Oh..." he murmured, "Can you read?"

"Yes." I nodded. I had been to Yue's study before, and I knew that the writing system in this world was the same as in my previous life.

“If you don’t mind, you can come with me. I happen to need a page to help me organize my medical books.” (Bai Yiyan lowered her alluring eyes: without a suitable “help” in return, she would become suspicious.)

“Page?” I repeated his words, puzzled.

He raised his shimmering eyes and curved his beautiful lips into a smile. “Well, I never keep idle people. If you don’t mind this job, you can give it a try.”

'Never keep idle people'? His words were cruel, but true. After all, a wandering knight is only responsible for saving people, not for their future.

I bit my lower lip, somewhat tempted. After all, working with my own hands was better than depending on a man who wasn’t my husband (as a weak woman, I could only depend on my own husband). Besides, Yue must have offended someone powerful (someone who could drug and kidnap me from Yue’s house without a sound was at least more powerful than Yue), and I didn’t want to go back and be cannon fodder.

“Anyway, you have nowhere to go right now, and I need a page. Think about it.”

“No need to think about it, I agree to your conditions.” I looked up, facing him firmly.

He smiled slightly and asked, “Are you now filled with disappointment in the world of wandering knights?” (Bai Yiyan asked this partly to tease, and partly to reinforce the realism of his wandering knight identity. After all, a wandering knight is only responsible for saving people, not for their future.)

I was taken aback, then chuckled and shook my head. “No. I think your image as a wandering knight is very real and well-rounded.”

“My image as a wandering knight is very real and well-rounded?” He raised an eyebrow. “It sounds like I’m acting in a play.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I quickly explained. “I meant you’re very direct, very honest.” Honest to the point of saying he doesn’t keep idle people!

He nodded and said again, “According to my rules, I have to give my servants a new name. From now on, you’ll be called Peach Blossom.” After all, he’d called her Peach Blossom for so long; to prevent him from making a mistake and giving himself away, he’d give her the name Peach Blossom again.

Peach Blossom? I looked miserable. Why did I have to be called Peach Blossom? It's such an awful name.

"What's wrong? Do you have a problem with it?" He glanced at me indifferently.

"Ah. No." I quickly waved my hand. Anyway, a name is just a title.

"Then it's settled." He stood up from his chair. "You can start organizing the medical books tomorrow."

"Okay." My lips twitched. Sure enough, he 'never supports idlers.' He can't support me for even one more day...

**

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Bai Yiyan leaned against the vermilion pillar with a half-smile, his dark eyes lazily watching me, who was already impatient.

"It's late. Aren't you going back to rest?" It's so late, and he, a grown man, is still in my room. This is really inappropriate.

His face was gloomy, and he said succinctly, "I won't be able to sleep even if I go back."

"Insomnia?" I asked casually, while elegantly opening my mouth into an "O" shape and covering my mouth with my hand to yawn. My eyes were filled with a thick mist; I was so sleepy, I wanted to sleep so badly. But my 'master' was still in my room, I couldn't sleep. Waaah…

“Hmm. You could say that.” Bai Yiyan nodded.

“Oh.” I replied listlessly. I slumped onto the table, feeling drowsy. Huh? My esteemed 'master's' words seemed to carry a hint of awkwardness and confusion. Did I mishear because I was too sleepy? Or was that really how it was?

“Why don't you ask me why I have insomnia?”

My 'master's' incredibly sexy voice was filled with deep annoyance. Strange, did I offend him?

“Oh.” I nodded obediently, lazily glancing at him, and asked without much emotion, “Then may I ask, my esteemed master, why do you have insomnia?”

“I miss you, so I have insomnia.” His magnetic voice was sexy yet gentle, gentle yet full of longing, longing yet tinged with confusion.

I jumped in fright, almost falling off the table and onto the floor.

Ah! My face was burning hot, and I felt completely lost, wanting to find a hole to hide in.

Bai Yiyan, your 'thinking' came way too fast! We've only known each other for a month!

"Master, I'm so sleepy, I'm having auditory hallucinations. I should rest. You should go back to your room too." I waved my hand, clearly completely defenseless against his sudden confession.

"I think I've fallen for you..." His gentle voice was like a spring breeze.

Huh? My fragile heart pounded wildly, and I was so flustered I almost grabbed my hair in frustration. Did my master even realize what he was saying? "My esteemed master, I know you're having trouble sleeping, so you're in a bad mood. But please don't joke about me, okay?" I tried to appear calm, but inside, a huge, turbulent surge of emotion was impossible to suppress.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Bai Yiyan's smile remained gentle, but his devilishly handsome face was cold and stern.

"Master, with just a wave of your hand, countless women would come to you, you, you..." I stammered, unable to speak. Heavens! This was too shocking! Bai Yiyan actually liked me. Bai Yiyan's

bright black eyes were fixed on me, a faint, elegant smile playing on his lips. "You seem very nervous."

"Nervous? What do I have to be nervous about? Don't talk nonsense!" As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately rolled my eyes at myself in disdain. Ouch! Was my brain short-circuiting? Why does this sound like I'm trying to cover something up?

Bai Yiyan smiled, walking gracefully towards me. He stood beside me, bending down to look at me, and used the handle of his fan to lift my chin. "Judging from your reaction… I think… you… probably like me too, right?"

I closed my eyes, groaning softly in annoyance. "Master! We've only known each other for a little over a month. How can feelings develop so quickly in this world?"

Real-life relationships aren't like those in romance novels. I'm not some celestial beauty, and how could a man so outstanding that I can't even describe him fall for me so quickly?

I bit my lower lip, deciding to blurt out my true feelings all at once. Since Bai Yiyan had already said so much, it would seem pretentious for me to hide anything further.

“Master, you should know that you are very popular with women. And naturally, I wouldn't not like someone like you. ...Um...ah...that...actually...it feels great to be liked by you. Uh, it's just a little smug.” I paused, because what I was about to say was the main point, “But what I'm looking for is genuine affection, a lifelong affection, not just casual flings. So, I hope you'll understand me, what kind of woman I really am, before you like me.”

“You…” Bai Yiyan was deeply captivated. Was this the original her? The purest her? Such rare sincerity, such rare courage. “You think my feelings for you are just a passing fancy? Just a fling?”

“Uh…” I twitched my lips imperceptibly a few times. Bai Yiyan's words were too direct. “Yes, that's what I think.”

“But I want to tell you, my feelings for you are not just a passing fancy.”

The soft light gently illuminated Bai Yiyan's face, beautifully outlining the flowing lines of his handsome features. —I trembled slightly, unable to bear it. The man standing before me was simply too charming; I couldn't resist.

"What kind of relationship do you prefer? Is it the slow, steady kind? Do you like our relationship to develop gradually over time?" Bai Yiyan's face was very close, his breath gently brushing against my face.

Ugh. It tickled. I subtly rubbed my cheek, tickled by his breath, with the back of my hand.

"Master..." My mouth agape, trembling slightly. His confession was too forceful; who confesses to a girl like that? But this unique way of confessing made my heart tremble uncontrollably, irresistible. "You, you..."

Bai Yiyan murmured softly, sighing helplessly, "If you really think it's too fast, I can cooperate with your request and take it slow. According to your rules, according to your preferences, take it slow..." My eyes widened; a

heart-wrenching flutter exploded in my heart... My heart was pounding wildly. A shy smile appeared on my lips; I think I'm in love. The night was hazy, and Bai Yiyan was still in my room, lingering lazily. I looked up impatiently and was horrified to see his fingers lingeringly tracing the lines of my shadow on the wall! "Ah!" I cried out in shock, my heart pounding, my entire body flushed crimson with shame. What was Bai Yiyan doing? How could such a handsome man do something so lewd? He heard my cry, immediately withdrew his hand, and turned to look at me. I covered my mouth with my hands to stifle a scream, my eyes wide with anger as I glared at him. He slowly walked towards me, a smile playing on his lips. "Oh dear, you saw me." "Huh?" What did he mean? Did he do this often? Oh. How embarrassing. I never imagined such a refined man would do something like this so often. Bai Yiyan gently squatted down in front of me, took my small hand in his, and gently rubbed my palm against his handsome face. "To be honest, I didn't mean to tease you. I just couldn't help myself." I was stunned. Couldn't help myself? After a long silence, he murmured dreamily, "Can I touch you?" "You're so lewd!" I scolded angrily. He ignored me, continuing without anger, "Touching your shadow feels awful. I try to grasp your essence, but it always feels like a mess. It makes my whole heart itch unbearably. I really want to touch you properly. Please say yes, okay?" My heart skipped a beat again. What was he doing? Was he being affectionate? But how could I agree to such a perverted request?! “If you don’t speak, it means you’ve already agreed.” As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and slowly traced his hand down my face to my bare neck… I clenched my fists nervously and said in what I thought was a joke, “Bai Yiyan… if you touch me, you have to marry me.” Bai Yiyan’s bright black eyes stared at me intently, a handsome smile playing on his lips. “I’ve wanted to marry you for a long time, but I was afraid you’d refuse, so I held back.” He gently rubbed my cheek with his fingers, his handsome face drawing closer and closer. His butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered gently, and then… he kissed my eyes with boundless tenderness… My body trembled slightly. His fingers, his kiss, possessed a strange magic that drew me in, making it impossible to escape. My resilient heart, like winter snow, melted into soft water under the scorching sun, irrigating my entire being. —The scorching sun shines on the snow, and the snow is destined to melt.

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