[Fantasy] The Beauty's Tribulation (Complete) - 1-3

Synopsis:

A girl's soul was split in two due to the negligence of a ghost messenger...
Eighteen years later, her 21st-century half of her soul returned to ancient times and merged with her other half...
Although, regardless of which world she was in, she was still herself...
However, the arranged marriage of one woman to four husbands seemed a bit...
And so, the story begins...

The eldest brother is a martial arts enthusiast with a tall and imposing figure and a calm personality, inspiring respect and admiration.
The second brother is a skilled healer, a refined and elegant gentleman in white robes, with graceful and charming manners.
The third brother is a shrewd businessman, his cunning nature slowly emerging.
And what about the youngest brother, who writes?
How will these people live a sweet and carefree life, laughing and roaming the martial world?

Previous Encounter:

"Xiao Lei, hurry up..." the boy kept urging.

"Almost done, just wait a little longer!" Pei Xiao Lei tugged at her skirt, blinked at the graceful girl in the mirror, and only after confirming that she couldn't find any flaws in herself did she grab her bag from the table and leave.

The moment the door opened, the boy who had been shouting outside suddenly fell silent. He stared at her for a long time, unable to utter a single word, his face flushing a bright red, like a ripe tomato.

Was the effect really that dramatic? Pei Xiaolei tugged at the coat that had been draped over her shoulders, looking at Liu Chen beside her with a fierce, unnatural expression.

Sigh… what was going through this nerdy guy's head again! To be honest, while that strappy dress was a bit low-cut, it wasn't exactly indecent, was it? Besides, it was a gift from her teacher, his mother. What was with that expression on his face?

She remained silent, he remained silent, and the atmosphere between them was tense.

"Liu Chen, I'm going to buy a bouquet of flowers for the teacher across the street. You go ahead, I'll cross by myself later." Pei Xiaolei breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the carnations displayed at the flower shop across the street. Without waiting for Liu Chen's reaction, she excitedly skipped across the road.

"Xiaolei..." a certain nerdy guy suddenly shouted at her.

What's wrong? She turned around curiously.

Bang...

This proves that whether you're an adult, a young adult, a teenager, or a child, you must firmly remember the lessons your kindergarten teacher taught you: look left and right before crossing the street, go on red, stop on green. Otherwise, you can easily end up like her, causing a tragedy that can never be undone.

Standing in what is supposedly the underworld, Pei Xiaolei wasn't too flustered. Over a decade of being an orphan had long since honed her adaptable and resilient personality. However, when she had the misfortune of sitting at the same table as the legendary, devilishly handsome man, she still felt a great sense of embarrassment! The face before her, well, how to put it, was... quite... unique.

"Am I dead?" Composing herself, she looked at the serious-faced man opposite her and asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Strictly speaking, you're not dead!" the man replied.

"Strictly speaking???" She frowned slightly, her voice unconsciously rising a few octaves.

"Then what am I doing here?" she said, clenching her fist, her tone somewhat resentful. She wasn't kidding; her time was precious too.

"Ahem... Miss Pei Xiaolei, due to some procedural errors on our part, eighteen years ago we accidentally separated your soul and body, and they were reincarnated in two different timelines... uh... cough cough... now your other body's time limit is running out, your soul must immediately return to its place there!" The man in the suit and tie, with his long face, suddenly coughed several times. Before Pei Xiaolei could suspect he had contracted tuberculosis, he quickly concealed his worried expression, feeling quite resentful inside.

As the saying goes, even horses stumble, and ghosts make mistakes. He must have had the worst luck imaginable, getting into this mess so soon after taking office. His direct superior, Comrade Bull Head, was incredibly lenient, leaving him with such a huge mess while he himself went off to get promoted, completely disregarding his brother's life! Sigh… if this isn't handled properly, he won't be able to get promoted again; one wrong move and he'll be back to square one, back to being a lowly, toiling ghost.

"You made a mistake yourselves, why should I pay the price now? Let me go back immediately!" Pei Xiaolei's mind went blank for a moment, immediately realizing the reason for her sudden, unjust death. She slammed her fist on the table in anger, refusing to accept it. She had bravely and resiliently survived eighteen years in this materialistic 21st century; her life couldn't be ended so easily with a simple "mistake."

"Actually... your physical body has already disappeared. There will be no trace of your existence in the 21st century. Going back now is useless. Returning to your true body and merging with the other half of your soul is the right choice. Of course, we will provide you with appropriate compensation for this official operational error, so please rest assured." Horse Face was startled by her sudden anger, wiped the fine sweat from his brow, and continued to persuade her.

"I don't want any nonsense compensation! Let me go back now, or I'll complain about you!" Pei Xiaolei was furious upon hearing this.

Complain? Horse Face's hand trembled, and his face changed.

Ignoring everything else, before Pei Xiaolei could calm down from her rage, Horse Face glanced at the clock on the wall, then jumped up from the table, suddenly exclaiming anxiously, "Oh no, time is running out! Pei Xiaolei, hurry up and return to your soul…!" Before Pei Xiaolei could react, he waved his hand, and with a loud bang, Pei Xiaolei felt her feet sink into an empty void, plunging into a bottomless black hole… The feeling of

merging with

this body was strange. It was hot, sticky, and she was sweating profusely. Her head was spinning, her chest was throbbing and throbbing, and her mouth tasted strongly of blood. Yet, her heart felt empty, and she felt completely drained.

"Xiaolei, don't be afraid, your second senior brother is here!" A cool hand, accompanied by a strange yet gentle voice, gently stroked her hair, face, neck… moving downwards, the cool sensation feeling comfortable. But… wait, you pervert, where are you touching? Take your hands off my chest!

"No...don't..." Believe me, her intention was to curse and slap the pervert a couple of times! But for some reason, her soft, weak voice sounded more like a coquettish plea of resistance. Her body involuntarily clung to the slowly lowering male body. The slightly cool temperature felt incredibly comfortable, greatly relieving her discomfort, and her mind seemed to begin to clear slightly. Barely opening her eyes, she found herself naked and being pressed beneath a man. A strong body, light bronze skin, a handsome face, deep eyes—thankfully, he was good-looking, Pei Xiaolei thought with a bittersweet joy.

"You, get away...don't...touch me..." Her body was limp, and she could only speak haltingly.

"It's alright, you'll be fine soon!" His voice reached her ears, so gentle, as if he were soothing her emotions. It was completely unbelievable that he was forcing himself on a weak woman who was barely clinging to life.

However, her mind was now a blurry mess, her remaining consciousness weakly resisting. Was it hers or hers? Various images flashed through her mind like lightning, elusive and impossible to grasp, yet her body eagerly responded.

This man was trustworthy, someone she could entrust herself to; her mind was a chaotic jumble, but this was the only clear and distinct thought.

Who said that? Life is like rape; if you can't resist, close your eyes and learn to enjoy it!

So when her body, her mind, told her that the man on top of her was safe, and when his cool lips pressed against her erect nipple, gently teasing and rotating it, she obeyed her body. She remembered the words, unable to resist such provocation, and her red lips trembled slightly as she let out a sound. The man immediately and boldly opened his mouth and took her entire breast in, gently biting and sucking. His other large hand slid between her legs, caressing and rubbing for a moment until he felt that her lower body had secreted enough love fluid, then a finger slowly probed into her flower core.

"Mmm..." Pei Xiaolei's innocent, inexperienced private parts were suddenly invaded by a foreign object, and her body reflexively tensed and slightly recoiled.

Her lips were immediately sealed off, a tongue sliding into her mouth, deeply sucking and lightly licking, stirring up a messy scene inside. "Don't be afraid, it's Second Senior Brother!" A low, husky breath gently blew on her sensitive earlobe, and her body trembled again. A second finger was then inserted into her lower body, its slightly curved tip moving slowly and gradually faster, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." Wave after wave of intense tremors she had never felt before washed over her body, and she couldn't help but arch her back, wanting more.

The man's breathing became heavy and labored, and his fingers slowly stopped moving, preparing to withdraw. Pei Xiaolei immediately pulled her legs together, not wanting this source of pleasure to leave. The man's entire arm was tightly wrapped between her legs, and his fingers, due to this sudden change, were inserted even deeper, the inner walls of her vagina contracting tightly, holding on tightly.

She was a little impatient, like a child who had eaten candy and didn't want to touch bitter medicine again. Her body had just experienced some relief from the pain, even a little pleasure, and she had tasted the sweetness and didn't want to go back to the previous suffering.

The man was clearly startled as well, taking a while to react. He slowly lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Be good, relax, your second senior brother will make you feel even better!" His nimble tongue lightly kissed her brows, lips, collarbone, breasts... Her tightly pressed legs gradually opened and spread wide with each kiss.

"Mmm... ah... ah... no... don't... ah..." By the time his warm, moist tongue entered her flower core, his silver teeth gently biting and nibbling at her erect clitoris, Pei Xiaolei's legs were already spread 120 degrees to their limit. Her body arched forward desperately, her hands gripping the crumpled sheets on either side, her chest heaving rapidly, only able to emit soft moans that mingled with his suppressed breath.

"I'm coming!" The man looked up and whispered in her ear. A hard, hot, unfamiliar object pressed against her entrance, lightly touching her clitoris. Her inner sanctum, already soaked from the previous manipulation, quickly received ample lubrication, her body coated in this natural lubricant. The man had somehow placed a soft pillow under Pei Xiaolei's slender waist, elevating her snowy buttocks. Her moist, pink inner orifice trembled slightly, opening and closing like an alluring little mouth, yearning for nourishment.

The man, supporting his already engorged and swollen member, slowly and patiently thrust into her pink opening, his movements shallow and gentle, until her orifice gradually accustomed to his presence, before penetrating deeper. Although already lubricated, the inner walls remained tight and narrow, the confined space tightly enveloping his immense desire, contracting rapidly and squeezing intensely.

The man on top of her, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging, moved haltingly, his desire barely contained. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the woman's nipples, blooming into vibrant splashes.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah ah..." A series of moans escaped Pei Xiaolei's throat. A strange anticipation mixed with emptiness washed over her. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she suddenly pulled down the weight on top of her, her legs wrapping around the man's narrow waist. Their two burning bodies immediately pressed tightly together.

"Xiaolei..." the man roared, pressing down on the woman's buttocks, his hips thrusting, his massive member penetrating her.

"...Pain..." A sharp pain suddenly struck. The woman twisted uneasily, flailing her limbs, trying to push away the man attacking her. The man wouldn't allow her to act recklessly. With a large hand, he pulled out the pillow from underneath, pressing down her arched body. One hand bound her hands, while the other lifted her thighs, draping them over his shoulder. He then thrust his muscular buttocks up and down, penetrating deeply with each stroke. Each attack penetrated deeply, the impact echoing loudly against her body; each withdrawal was fruitful, drawing out streams of fragrant, alluring love juice that overflowed from their point of contact.

The wooden bed shook violently, and the woman's screams and gasps with each penetration reached his ears, stimulating every nerve in his body. The thick, dark red penis suddenly sprang twice, then withdrew completely from the flower cave. Its fiery red tip stood erect, like a giant snake's head, coated in venom, its head held high, circling the pubic hair, which was covered in clear love fluid and cloudy semen. It occasionally bumped against the already swollen clitoris, until the woman cried out, her breath trembling unsteadily. Only then did it fiercely thrust the very end of its weapon into her core, each thrust deep and forceful.

"Hmph...stop...um...no...no more...ah...hehe..." An indescribable electric current coursed through Pei Xiaolei's lower body, numbing and tormenting her. Besides uttering moans that were half-crying and half-laughing, she could only instinctively twist her waist, rising and falling in rhythm with the man's movements.

The woman's private garden was completely stretched open, her delicate, swollen lips spasming and contracting violently, greedily devouring the deliciousness within. With each thrust, the flesh walls tightened, until the intruding object could no longer leave this tender, narrow passage, forced to rampage and plunge in, each impact driving with all its might straight to the depths of her womb.

"Mmm...ah..." The man let out a hoarse growl, lifting the woman's snowy buttocks and thrusting deeply inside, a surge of heat spraying into her body.

With each thrust, a continuous flow of heat, accompanied by waves of almost suffocating pleasure, rapidly invaded her limbs, internal organs, and then slowly spread throughout her entire body.

Pei

Xiaolei was so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. Her body was limp and limp beneath the man, allowing him to conquer her, thrusting and pounding wildly. Her already uncontrollable lower body slid down her inner thighs, releasing a large amount of sticky, multicolored fluid that soaked half the bed. Only the cool, damp sensation seeping into her buttocks and between her thighs confirmed that she was still alive.

She woke up

groggily, not knowing how long she had slept. When Pei Xiaolei opened her eyes again, the moon was already high in the treetops, hazy and poetic.

She glanced at the maid sleeping soundly beside the bed, drooling, sighed softly, and didn't disturb her. She rolled over, propping herself up with her aching, limp body. Her lower body burned, and she didn't care about anything else, reaching out to examine it closely. A layer of clear ointment had been applied to her swollen, red private garden, its cool sensation relieving the discomfort and emitting a faint fragrance. Oh…on… She covered her eyes and sighed, this isn't real… Another wave of pain washed over her. Sigh…the consequences of indulgence!

She shook her head, gathering her thoughts. The two sets of memories merged, and she quickly pieced together the body's background.

Just like in the 21st century, in this world, she was also called Pei Xiaolei, and had just turned eighteen. The difference was that this version of herself was of illustrious status. Her father, Pei Ming, was the master of the most powerful and influential manor in the land, and her mother was the fearsome master of both medicine and poison – the Laughing Lady. Although these two legendary figures had both passed away five years ago, leaving her as an only child… Fortunately, her five close relatives—senior sisters, senior brothers, and junior brothers—were all exceptionally talented, each with their own specialty, just as their names suggested. Her eldest brother was a martial arts enthusiast, her second brother a skilled healer, her third brother a businessman, and her fourth brother a writer. Her eldest sister, who had just married the previous year, also took meticulous care of her.

If she had any flaws to criticize, it was that her body was extremely cold and weak. Perhaps because she was only half-bodied and half-souled, she had been unconscious for three days and three nights after birth, and subsequently suffered from a constant stream of illnesses, both major and minor. Over the past eighteen years, many had gone to great lengths to treat her and prolong her life.

The pills she took year-round were all made from extremely hot and nourishing ingredients, because her body was too cold. They even contained aphrodisiac ingredients to boost her energy and spirit. This version of herself, though extremely intelligent, had a rather indifferent personality and was quite distant from others. Perhaps that's why these aphrodisiac ingredients hadn't exerted their legendary amazing effects on her over the years.

She pinched her thin self—ouch, it hurt! She pulled at her cheek—hmm, very elastic. Raising her hands, looking at her slender fingers, she realized that this was the complete version of herself.

"Xiaolei, you're awake!" The door creaked open, and the skilled physician, dressed in flowing white robes, walked in with his hands behind his back.

"Second Senior Brother..." Pei Xiaolei immediately lowered her hands and sat up straight upon seeing him. But the erotic image immediately surfaced in her mind, refusing to leave. Although she was considered a yaoi fangirl in modern times, it was all just theory. She was originally a pure girl who hadn't even given away her first kiss, but who knew that after coming here, she wouldn't even need first or second base, not only jumping straight to home run but also hitting dozens of home runs in a row. Thinking about it, even her ears turned red.

"How are you feeling? Any discomfort?" He waved away the maid who had already woken up, sat on the bed, pulled her delicate white arm, and carefully took her pulse.

Her face was flushed, her head almost buried in the blankets, and after a long while, she spoke in a mosquito-like voice: "...Hmm...Much better..." 55555...Although she used to like this gentle senior brother, it wasn't this kind of liking.

"Although your body is still a little weak, the chill in your body has subsided, just as your master's wife said!" He lowered his jade arm and naturally stroked her slightly disheveled hair.

*Beep...* Some information surfaced in her mind, her brain jolted, and in an instant, she understood everything. She grabbed the person in front of her abruptly, her voice filled with anger as she shouted, "What 'using yang to replenish yin,' what 'absorbing energy to replenish cold'... My parents loved their daughter dearly and acted recklessly, but why did you all follow suit and become so foolish..." How could she forget? She should have thought of it sooner. Otherwise, why would she, who was clearly on the verge of death, suddenly feel energetic after a night of passion?

"How much? Ten years? Or twenty years?" Her face was cold, but her voice trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face.

Years ago, her body had been given a wicked martial art by a strange man her parents had invited. This art allowed her to absorb the martial arts cultivation of others to enhance her own power. Whether it was fate or misfortune, the strange man searched throughout the Central Plains and the Western Regions but could not find anyone suitable to practice this evil art. He thought his extraordinary skills had no successor, but fate had other plans. He saw hope in a sickly little girl and, regardless of her consent, forcibly transferred this domineering martial art into her body.

Her parents, desperate to cure their beloved daughter, resorted to any remedy they could find. Instead of stopping this absurd practice, they searched the land and brought in dozens of highly skilled individuals to infuse her with internal energy to dispel the cold. Strangely, apart from their own blood relatives, the energy infused by others was repelled by the coldness within her body; some even suffered backlash from their own internal energy. Desperate, the couple took turns infusing her with their own internal energy through palm strikes. However, after half a month, both of these martial arts masters, renowned throughout the world, had lost half their internal energy. Looking at themselves, exhausted and even showing signs of aging, and thinking of their young daughter, they had no choice but to abandon this risky endeavor. Later, after consulting medical books and rare texts, and through extensive research, Xiao Niangzi created a life-extending tonic – "Chaoyang" (Sunrise). Pei Ming then went down the mountain and found five exceptionally talented children, whom he and his wife taught martial arts.

The doctor gently pulled her into his arms. "It's not that serious, it's only five years! I can regain this internal strength quickly! ...Don't cry, be good...don't cry anymore..." He gently wiped away her tears, patting her back softly to comfort her. Only after the girl cried herself to sleep in his arms did he slowly take out a bottle of ointment from his sleeve, opening it and a faint fragrance filling the room...

"Xiaolei, you haven't spoken to me like this in a long time. Although...it's fierce, I'm so happy, really..."

A gynecologist?

After lying in bed for two days, feeling much better, Pei Xiaolei tried to get up and walk around, to get some fresh air, but...

"Miss, please don't..." Ruomei shook her head in panic, pleading with red eyes.

"I'm just going to the library to find some books to read..." she said helplessly. This girl was good in every way, except she always made a fuss over nothing.

"What book do you want? I'll go get it for you. Please sit on the bed for a while, I'll be right back." Ruomei finished speaking to herself and ran off in a flash.

Sigh... this impetuous girl, she should at least ask what book she wants to read first, instead of bringing a bunch of poems and songs, which she's been reading for eighteen years.

Without the chirping little sparrow beside her, it became much quieter. She got up, put on a light purple embroidered outer robe, and walked a few steps. Her body seemed to be much better, whether it was because of her soul or because of the sexual intercourse. She no longer walked weakly and needed help, but if she took even a few big steps, a burning sensation would immediately rise in her lower body. If she insisted on walking out like this, it probably wouldn't look very good. Oh well, face is more important, she'll stay inside today.

She walked slowly to the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror. Not bad; her features were nearly identical to her 21st-century self, but her beauty and temperament were a thousand times better. Years of illness and lack of sunlight had given her incredibly fair skin, not a deathly pallor, but a translucent, crystalline white—smooth, delicate skin, like a baby's, with red lips, white teeth, and lustrous hair…

“Perfect…!” she exclaimed, touching her face. This version of herself seemed even better than her already quite good body before her death.

“What’s perfect?” A tall, handsome man appeared in the mirror. The two, one sitting and one standing, made for a pleasing sight. He had just run into Ruomei on the road, rushing off in a hurry, seemingly busy with something. Thinking something was wrong with his mistress, he had rushed over, only to find her sitting alone at the dressing table, scrutinizing her reflection. He casually picked up a horn comb from the table and began to carefully comb her dark hair.

She smiled sweetly at herself in the mirror and said, "Of course it's me!"

A gentle laugh came from behind her. The man leaned down, looking directly at her in the mirror, his deep eyes gazing warmly at her. He replied matter-of-factly, "Of course!"

...A moment of silence followed. Facing this man with whom she had shared intimate moments, she didn't actually dislike him; in fact, she felt a faint fondness. Women often have a special feeling towards the first man who took their virginity. Perhaps this is a manifestation of a woman's own virginity complex. The skilled doctor chose a simple yet elegant hairpin, and with a gentle twist, a perfectly styled updo was complete.

"So beautiful! Thank you, Second Senior Brother!" She stood up, giving him a grateful smile despite her slightly awkward posture.

He looked at her thoughtfully, his brows furrowed slightly. Suddenly, he swept her up from behind, burying his face in her chest and whispering repentance, "I'm sorry, I... I was too rough last night..."

She lay on the bed, her face flushed. The same large bed, the same man, even the same white clothes—those unrestrained scenes flashed before her eyes.

"Let Second Brother take a look!" The skilled doctor, seeing Pei Xiaolei's abnormally awkward expression, thought he had really hurt her badly last time and felt guilty. He reached out to lift her skirt, about to pull down her underpants.

"No..." Pei Xiaolei, seeing the man's intention, disregarded her shyness and immediately grabbed his hand. Seeing the man looking at her strangely, she quickly explained, blushing, "It's broad daylight, I'll have Ruomei help me tonight!"

"Ruomei doesn't know anything about medicine, and she's usually so rough. How can we let her do such a thing?" He easily removed Pei Xiaolei's hands from his grasp, shaking his head disapprovingly.

She shuddered at the news. So, someone else had been applying medicine to her private parts these past few days. And this senior brother, who had so skillfully removed her pants, looked remarkably like that "someone."

"A doctor treats illness, not day or night!" he said casually, pulling down her last piece of clothing—her underpants—and placing a pillow under her buttocks before spreading her legs.

"But..." she shuddered, trying to struggle, "Ruomei will be back soon!"

"She won't be back for at least an hour or two!" he smiled faintly. Clearly, this divine physician was very familiar with her maid's personality.

... Pei Xiaolei was speechless. Indeed, another maddening thing about her personal maid was her terrible sense of direction. If she left Yiqing Pavilion without someone leading her back, she'd wander for at least half a day before finding her way back.

As the saying goes, a doctor's heart is like a parent's. Looking at the physician's earnest face, she simply closed her eyes, thinking with a sense of resignation, "Oh well, I'll just treat it like a gynecologist is examining me."

On the bed, Pei Xiaolei's snowy buttocks were raised, her fair thighs spread wide, her swollen, red genitals clearly displayed before the man's eyes. He bent down, one hand caressing her pubic hair, his index and middle fingers spreading her labia, revealing her pink, swollen clitoris, which swayed gently twice. With his other hand, he inserted a finger into her vagina; the cool temperature and icy touch felt very comfortable to Pei Xiaolei. Her clitoris twitched, tightly holding the finger in. The finger didn't rush, remaining quietly inside her for a while, waiting for the inner walls to slowly relax before gently moving, lightly circling the inner walls.

Pei Xiaolei frowned, not daring to look. Her face was flushed, undoubtedly burning red. She commanded herself to calm down, but her body wouldn't obey, trembling slightly, even her two rosy nipples throbbing with pain.

"Mmm... ah..." As the second finger was inserted, she couldn't help but sigh softly, her hips arching high. Two fingers probed deep inside, slightly curved, gently scraping around the hot inner walls before being pulled out and smeared on a snow-white handkerchief. Another white handkerchief, already soaked with transparent ointment and slippery love fluid, was quietly tossed aside.

Having cleaned most of the ointment, the doctor took out a small porcelain bottle from his robes, unscrewed the cap, and scooped out a dollop of pale yellow ointment. The scent, though different from usual, still carried a minty coolness. He gently placed it at the entrance, pushing it in with his fingertips, melting it inch by inch. His fingers moved slowly, probing deeper, the ointment clinging to his fingers as he painstakingly rubbed it against the narrow inner walls. Her body was too tight and hot; the ointment melted halfway in, mixing with the love fluid and sticking to his fingers. He withdrew his fingers, and the ointment at the shallow entrance immediately slid out with the fluid, flowing like a small spring. The doctor's face flushed slightly

, a mixture of guilt and restlessness in his eyes. Wet fingers scooped up another large dollop of ointment, staring at the trembling, opening and closing orifice, momentarily at a loss for where to begin.

"...Second Senior Brother??" A soft, slightly off-key voice came.

"Ah? I'm sorry," the healer quickly composed himself, replying in an equally off-key voice. This time, the ointment was divided in two. One hand applied a portion to the outside, thickly covering the petals. The most swollen and erect nipple swayed gently from side to side as the other hand inserted the ointment. Fingers lightly rubbed the ointment around the nipple, gently kneading and massaging it.

"Mmm...ah...enough, Second Senior Brother..." Pei Xiaolei couldn't take it anymore. She suddenly tried to sit up, but her speed was too great. She slipped on the pillow beneath her buttocks and ended up kneeling on the healer's bent hand. The long, ointment-covered fingers were suddenly pressed down by the weight, two fingers thrusting deep inside, hitting a certain spot.

"Ah... umm... ah..." A familiar electric current surged through her body, wave after wave. Pei Xiaolei bent her knees, kneeling between two fingers, involuntarily reaching out to hug Shan Yi's neck tightly, her lower body rising and falling repeatedly, taking the two fingers into her mouth. "...Heh... Second Senior Brother... um... ah..." She groaned helplessly, crying out. This body was becoming increasingly strange.

"Xiaolei, Xiaolei..." Shan Yi might be a gentleman, but he was definitely not a saint, especially since the person before him was the young lady he had admired for many years, his other half with whom he had shared intimate moments. He held Pei Xiaolei's head with one hand, his long tongue plunging into hers, intertwining with hers, sucking, and then kissing her deeply. With his other hand, he turned the tables, quickly inserting a third finger and then launching a full-scale invasion, plundering everything in its path. The defeat was swift and devastating. With a scream from Pei Xiaolei, a gush of heat sprayed out, soaking the man's large hand.

Pei Xiaolei lay on the bed, one leg bent, her breathing unsteady. She tilted her head, watching the man, his face flushed, gently wiping her body with his warm hands. Suddenly, a sweet feeling washed over her. Perhaps… perhaps she liked this man… it was no longer just brotherly love, but a more intimate affection… “

Miss

, how does it taste?” Ruomei blinked her doe-like eyes at her mistress, asking with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.

“Not bad, almost half as good as Master Xishan’s! Keep up the good work!” Pei Xiaolei swallowed her pastry, took a sip of tea to cool the sweetness, and nodded in praise.

This girl’s cooking skills, while far from matching the legendary Master Xishan’s, were undeniably top-notch in this number one manor after Master Xishan’s marriage. If it weren’t for her own picky eating habits and tendency to get hungry easily… In the vast manor, besides the chef, everyone else had to accommodate her cooking skills. Otherwise, with her carefree personality, she would never have been qualified to be the personal maid of the beloved young lady of the Pei family, the top-tier maid of the most prestigious manor in the world. Of course, the half-soul belonging to the 21st century wasn't so lucky. As an orphan, as long as the food was safe enough to eat and not poison her, she was fine. So, with the two added together, although she still had a relatively high standard for the color, aroma, and taste of food, she was far less picky and difficult to serve than before.

Upon hearing this, Ruomei's eyes immediately crinkled into a smile, and her mouth stretched to her ears. It was praise from the young lady! The taciturn young lady, whose words were worth a thousand pieces of gold! No! No! Take back what I said, take back what I said, the young lady is not taciturn at all now. These days, the young ladies even occasionally strike up a conversation with her, and they're no longer so cold; they often have a faint smile on their faces. Hehehe… She wondered if it was because of the second young master, because he was now visiting Yiqing Pavilion much more frequently, coming every morning and evening. Sometimes, he would even spend the whole day there, reading medical books while the young lady read poetry. Although neither of them spoke much, with her keen intuition and a woman's invincible sixth sense, she could confidently say that something was amiss between them.

"Want to go out for a walk?" The skilled doctor put down her medical book and asked the woman beside her.

She stretched and nodded, "Alright, it's time to go out and see the sun." Then, she was lifted up and held in a broad, warm embrace. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck, nuzzled her head against his ear, and whispered sweetly, "I want to go to the highest point in the manor."

The man's face darkened, his neck flushed slightly, and he tightened his embrace. Using his light-footed skill, he leaped onto the roof, bouncing several times before finally landing at the highest point of the manor—the Moon-Climbing Platform. A long couch had already been set up on the platform, with brand-new, clean blankets neatly folded on it. Indeed, this wasn't their first time here. For a long time, every ten days or so, she had come here. Because of her extremely weak health, she couldn't go out or play like other children, leading a very lonely life. Her parents had built her a high platform, offering a panoramic view of the entire manor, even the entire land belonging to the Number One Manor under Heaven. When she was little, her parents had flown her up here; when she was older, her senior brothers and sisters had brought her. She had always loved this small place, which was high above and offered a panoramic view of the surrounding mountains. Whenever she looked down at the vast land that belonged to her, she felt an indescribable sense of peace.

The healer held her close, slowly circling the Moon-Viewing Platform a few times. A gentle breeze blew in their faces, causing two strands of her dark hair to flutter lightly. He lowered his head slightly; the person in his arms had fallen into a deep sleep, her small, slightly upturned lips utterly adorable. He unconsciously smiled, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

He carefully placed her on the soft couch, gently covering her with a blanket, and stood in the breeze, quietly watching her. This woman, he vowed to protect her firmly, not even Heaven itself could easily take her away.

A dark shadow drifted closer in the distance. The healer glanced up, frowned slightly, and leaped off the Moon-Viewing Platform, rushing towards the shadow.

The shadow, encountering the oncoming figure in white, neither dodged nor evaded, but instead attacked head-on with fists and palms. The two moved with lightning speed, exchanging a dazzling dozen blows before landing on a rooftop not far from the Moon-Viewing Platform.

"Second Senior Brother, you've regressed!" The newcomer smiled, his fox-like eyes crinkling, and opened his golden fan with a snap, gleaming brightly.

The skilled physician raised an eyebrow, looking at him noncommittally, still elegantly blocking his path. "Miss, she's asleep. It's not advisable to disturb her now!"

"Is Miss alright?" The newcomer didn't force his way in, but stepped forward, looking at him anxiously, his eyes filled with worry.

"Hmm...she's much better now. Come and pay your respects tomorrow morning after you've changed and washed!" With that, he flew towards the Moon-Gazing Terrace without looking back.

Change and wash?

The newcomer looked down at himself, then sniffed his sleeve. Wow! The stench was overwhelming! But he'd been traveling for over ten days without sleep; how clean could he expect to be?

Nengshang

sat in the outer hall of Yiqing Pavilion, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the door to the inner room. He had been waiting here since dawn, from 5 AM to 9 AM, for almost two hours. Unlike the skilled physician, who, as the young lady's personal doctor, could freely enter her boudoir without prior notice, he was hesitant to enter, even though he was eager to see his frail junior sister.

Time passed slowly, and the wait felt long. He paced back and forth in the room, stopping to read or drink tea. But his eyes couldn't help but peek into the inner room. "Sigh… Second Senior Brother has been in there for so long, why hasn't he come out yet? Could it be that the young lady's health has deteriorated again? But yesterday, he clearly said that she was much better."

Neng Shang downed the now-cold tea on the table in one gulp, stood up, and was about to move around a bit more when the door to the inner room finally opened. A familiar man in white robes walked out gracefully and nodded at him. He immediately beamed and grabbed the bags and packages beside him, hurrying into the inner room.

Pei Xiaolei sat in a grand chair, savoring the new dish Ruomei had handed her, sip by sip. She nodded. Hmm! This girl's cooking skills are getting better and better.

"Xiaolei, I'm back!" Neng Shang shouted loudly as soon as she stepped through the door.

She took the warm handkerchief offered to her, wiped her hands, and gestured for Ruomei to remove the breakfast before looking up at the fox-eyed man before her. After a moment, she slightly parted her lips and said, "Third Senior Brother, why are you back?" More than two years had passed, and apart from his slightly darker skin, Third Senior Brother Neng Shang hadn't changed much.

Neng Shang gazed at the woman before him, her eyes as dark as ink, her brows radiant with a smile, and a fleeting thought crossed his mind. He had roamed the business world for over a decade, seeing countless beauties, but even the most stunningly beautiful women could not compare to the slightest frown or smile of his young mistress.

"I just happened to be passing by, so I thought I'd come back for a visit!" he said calmly, a glint in his fox-like eyes.

Pei Xiaolei, upon hearing this, didn't look at him, but instead glanced thoughtfully at her second senior brother, a faint smile still playing on her lips.

Seeing that Pei Xiaolei was in high spirits and didn't seem to mind his sudden return, Neng Shang magically produced a pile of gifts from behind his back, approaching her and personally unwrapping and introducing each item like a treasure.

After enthusiastically introducing several novel trinkets, he opened a large package and took out a set of fragrant exotic clothing. He chuckled, "Xiaolei, look! This is Western Region attire! The most special thing is this hat, adorned with a special kind of fragrant bead. I heard that wearing these beads regularly is very beneficial to a woman's health. How about it? Pretty, isn't it? Here… let your third senior brother try it on for you… how about it?" As he spoke, he pulled the hat over his head, even making exaggerated, feminine gestures. A woman's adornment, forced onto a stiff, awkward man like this—it was utterly ridiculous. Pei Xiaolei burst out laughing, the laughter growing louder and louder. She leaned to the side, gripping the chair armrests tightly, almost laughing herself to death. Her third senior brother was really something else; he never gave her a moment's peace!

Hahaha… I can’t take it anymore… Pei Xiaolei clutched her stomach, surrendering completely. Suppressing her laughter, she snatched the fragrant hat, supposedly offering many benefits, along with all the other gifts—big and small—that were likely being used by someone to trick her into laughing

so hard she’d almost died. She only managed to calm herself down after taking a sip of hot tea and wiping away the tears of laughter from her eyes. She had forgotten how long it had been since she’d laughed so unrestrainedly; this outburst seemed to have swept away all the repression she’d harbored over the past few years. Her third senior brother had always been like this, always enjoying playing pranks to make her happy.

At this moment, Neng Shang also dropped his playful expression and looked at her with concern, asking, "Xiao Lei, how have you been lately? You wrote that your condition seemed quite dangerous a few days ago!"

Pei Xiao Lei's heart stirred slightly. She looked up at the skilled physician, a gentle smile slowly appearing in her eyes, and said with a smile, "Xiao Lei's health is much better now, Third Senior Brother, there's no need to worry!"

Upon hearing this, Neng Shang's beautiful eyes flickered, and he suddenly clapped his hands, suggesting, "Since that's the case, why don't we take you to the countryside for a horse ride in a few days? Get some exercise, breathe some fresh air. I brought back a fine little steed from the Western Regions this time; it's small, clever, and very intelligent—perfect as your mount."

"Really?" Pei Xiao Lei immediately jumped up, her interest piqued. Wow! Vast grasslands, magnificent horses... Her face was filled with longing, her eyes brimming with joy. She finally had the chance to ride a horse!

Just as she was overjoyed, a thunderbolt struck from the blue. "No, your health has only just begun to improve; you can't do anything rash!" The renowned doctor, who had been feigning silence, spoke up at the most inopportune moment.

"Ah..." Pei Xiaolei glanced pitifully at the skilled doctor, then at the helpless Neng Shang, pouted, and gave a pitiful "Oh..." before sitting down again in disappointment. Sigh... the doctor's word is law here, and besides, her body had only just begun to recover; it wouldn't be good if she accidentally aggravated something else.

"However..." The doctor glanced casually at the woman sitting beside him, paused, and then changed the subject, "If it's just in the back garden of Yiqing Pavilion, that would be fine!"

"Yay..." The woman jumped up and immediately gave the man beside her a bright, enthusiastic hug, nuzzling her head against his chest, and said happily, "I knew Second Senior Brother was the best!"

"Second Senior Brother is the best??? Xiaolei, when did you become so blind?" Nengshang shook his head, looking regretful, and snapped open his signature golden fan, starting to fan himself idly.

"What? Third Senior Brother, are you jealous?" Pei Xiaolei hooked her arm around the doctor's, smugly provoking the other person.

"Yeah, I'm so jealous! What should I do?" Nengshang put away his golden fan and said with a half-serious smile, his fox-like eyes flashing, making it impossible for anyone to see through him.

“Miss is often with me, so we are naturally very close!” the great doctor said again.

"Oh...???" Neng Shang glanced at his third senior brother, raising his voice with a half-smile.

Afternoon. Outside Yiqing Pavilion.

"This time when you came back, Miss's temperament has become much more cheerful!"

"Hmm..."

"..."

"I received a secret report a month ago saying that Miss was critically ill and on the verge of death, but now, Miss has suddenly recovered. You, used that method?"

"Yes."

"Did Miss agree to it?" "

...At that time...the situation was dangerous!"

"...If Senior Brother finds out..."

"If he finds out...so what?"

"So what? But I will help you. For me, nothing is more important than Miss's life!"

Riding a horse.

In the early summer morning, the soft sunlight warmly sprinkled the garden. This back garden, covering an area of several thousand square meters, was picturesque. There were small bridges and flowing water, shady trees, and exotic flowers and plants in all seasons, vying for beauty and fragrance. But apart from a few gardening servants responsible for taking care of it, it was always sparsely populated. The owner here probably only came a few times a year, wasting this charming scenery. Today, the masters were finally arriving, but the gardening servants had been dismissed early. For a moment, the garden was quiet except for the sounds of birdsong, insects chirping, rustling trees, and flowing water; not a single human disturbance could be heard, creating a solemn atmosphere.

In the distance, a woman and two men on three horses slowly approached. One of the men, dressed in black, the other in white scholar's robes, both around twenty years old, were imposing and handsome. The woman in the middle, in a purple-red riding dress, was stunningly beautiful and dashing. Beside them, two large and one small horses followed closely, walking alongside their masters in an elegant manner.

Pei Xiaolei looked excitedly at the little white horse before her, her eyes shining. She stroked its head, its smooth mane, and snuggled against its belly… her heart pounding with joy. This was her little white horse! And the little white horse, as expected of an elite steed selected from thousands, possessed superb patience. Despite her playful teasing and groping, it stood as still as a pine tree, not even flinching.

After she'd finished her infatuation, she noticed her two handsome senior brothers beside her were slightly flushed, undoubtedly having witnessed her every move. But what did it matter? Everyone makes a mistake first; a little embarrassment is perfectly understandable.

After carefully listening to her two senior brothers' detailed riding instructions, she walked to her little white horse, firmly planted one foot on the saddle, and, as if riding a bicycle, flipped backwards onto it. The result… the little white horse remained perfectly still and cooperative, but she repeatedly slipped off its back. Undeterred, she climbed back up, only to slip again a few seconds later, fall, and continue climbing and sliding… a never-ending cycle…

Finally, drenched in sweat and after a long day of frantic activity, she was dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse, but still a far cry from her dream of riding a magnificent steed and singing merrily. Clinging awkwardly to the horse's neck, supported by two handsome men on either side, amidst screams and commotion, she consoled herself after a while: although her posture wasn't graceful, she had essentially accomplished the task, and her wish to ride a horse had come true. With this thought, she relaxed her legs, ignoring the four hands reaching out to support her, and let herself freely fall to the ground. Once safely on the ground, she casually tossed aside the rope, patted the horse's rump, and let the frighteningly obedient little creature find its own amusement. She led her two senior brothers, one in each hand, to a large tree. They sat down on a soft mat that had been laid out beforehand. Beside the mat was a small, delicate table with a tall food box on it, filled with tea and snacks.

"How comfortable! It's been years since I've had a picnic like this," Pei Xiaolei exclaimed, sprawling on the mat, stretching out her arms, and gazing at the azure sky.

Neng Shang, mimicking her, lay down beside her, not pondering the oddity in her words, and simply smiled, saying, "If you like it, your third senior brother will sacrifice a little and come with you for horseback riding every day!"

"No way!" Pei Xiaolei exclaimed, startled, and then moved away, keeping a safe distance from him. He had given her quite a fright while they were riding.

"Stop fooling around. Set out lunch quickly, I'll go get the medicine," the doctor said calmly, handing the food box to the stubborn man at his feet, and giving him a light kick as a warning.

"Bring the medicine?" Pei Xiaolei jumped up abruptly, immediately taking Shan Yi's hand and fawningly pointing at the surrounding flowers and plants, saying, "Second Senior Brother, look how beautiful the scenery is here! Will you keep me company while we look around?"

Shan Yi was usually cold and aloof to everyone. However, when facing a certain woman, his defenses were quite weak. So when she tugged at his sleeve and said in a coquettish tone, "Keep me company, okay?", he hesitated and wavered. The little devil in his heart kept tempting him. Actually, taking the medicine half an hour late wouldn't have any effect, but his junior sister's interest in admiring the flowers was different. If it was delayed even a moment, her interest would easily vanish... However, another angel in white was making a desperate struggle in his heart... So, when he saw the woman in front of him pleading in a sweet voice, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to do...

The person on the ground narrowed his fox-like eyes slightly, stood up, shook his golden fan, and said, "Hey... alright, second senior brother, you should accompany Xiaolei to enjoy the scenery. Let me, the errand boy, do the rough work of serving medicine and water!" In the end, he didn't forget to imitate those pretentious failed scholars and recite a few lines of poetry and songs, insisting on feeling sentimental about autumn in this bright and vibrant spring morning before reluctantly leaving with his hands behind his back.

After Neng Shang, looking back every few steps like a playful jester, slowly walked away, only Pei Xiaolei and Shan Yi remained in the vast garden, one tall and one short. Sunlight bathed them, casting a warm glow. Shan Yi pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms. Pei Xiaolei's eyes immediately lit up, her gaze sparkling. She wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him until his neck flushed slightly. Then, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and lightly touched his lips.

"...You..." Shan Yi paused, then gently tapped her nose to show his disapproval. With his other hand, he lifted her buttocks like a baby, pulling her close until she was half a head taller than him. He looked up at the woman in his arms with burning eyes and said in a magnetic, seductive voice, "One more time!"

"You...ah..." The woman in his arms chuckled and followed suit, tapping the man's nose. Then, complying with his request, she lowered her head and gently kissed him. Their lips first lightly touched, then the woman extended half of her fragrant tongue, gently and softly licking the man's slightly dry lips. After tasting both lips, she slipped into his mouth like a snake. Little did she know that entering the enemy camp meant falling into a trap. The man raised an eyebrow, and his long tongue immediately entwined with hers, refusing to let go. His thin lips pressed tightly against hers, sucking and biting deeply and wildly. After several rounds of passionate intertwining, by the time they finally stopped, both of them were flushed and panting.

"Second Senior Brother"

"Hmm?"

"What should I do?"

"What should I do?"

"I think I really like you, I really like you."

"Oh."

"Oh? What does 'oh' mean?"

"I like you too, I really like you." The man smiled gently, took one of the woman's small hands and kissed it lightly, then pressed it to his heart. Suddenly, he looked at her seriously and swore, "I, Shan Yi, will love only you, Miss, and belong only to you in this life. If I break this oath,

I will be punished by heaven!" Pei Xiaolei did not stop him and listened quietly as he finished swearing. She smiled and stretched out her hand to swear to heaven, but before she could even say a word, her small hand was intercepted by a warm, large hand and held firmly.

"No need, no need for that..." His dark eyes gazed at her quietly, unfathomable. "As long as you have me in your heart, that's enough!"

Author's Note: This story has surprisingly attracted so many readers... I'm trembling, terrified, and drawing circles in the corner! But thank you all so much for your support!

Actually, this story is purely because... a few days ago, while searching for erotic stories, I was provoked... those lovely erotic stories were either not updating, locked, or censored... I got angry, slammed my hand on the table, and thought, "Tch, better to rely on myself than others, I'll write it myself!" So... in a moment of impulsiveness and irrationality, I... started writing this story...

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If there are no unforeseen circumstances, the next chapter will be... Oh... Hehehe... It's International Women's Day, after all... 03-07

Tonic or Aphrodisiac

? Yiqingxuan is the largest courtyard in the number one manor in the world, yet it has surprisingly few servants. The young lady is quiet and rarely interacts with anyone except her five senior and junior brothers and sisters. Therefore, most of the maids and servants working in this courtyard were clever and taciturn. Recently, the young lady's health had improved significantly, and today she had taken two young masters on a picnic in the garden, so most of the servants in the courtyard had been granted leave by the young lady. Neng Shang walked back all the way, but didn't see a single person along the long road. Stepping into the inner room, the young lady's boudoir was also deserted and silent. A bowl of black medicine sat on the table, with wisps of white steam rising from it, still warm. However, his personal maid, Ruomei, was nowhere to be seen. He shook his head, somewhat understanding; that girl had probably gone missing again.

He picked up the hot medicine and saw the plate of candied dates next to the bowl. He smiled; Xiaolei was still so afraid of bitterness. When she was little, everyone had tried every trick in the book to get her to take medicine. In the end, it was the packet of candied dates that the eldest brother had brought back from the market outside the manor that won the battle, successfully coaxing the little princess to drink that bitter medicine. From then on, every time she took her medicine, she would always use various kinds of candied dates to make it more bitter.

After placing the medicine and dates on a tray, he felt something was missing. His sharp, fox-like eyes swept around, and he spotted his target in the second tray on the next table. He picked up the brocade box, opened it, and sure enough, there were about ten "Sunrise" pills neatly arranged inside. He frowned, a surge of anger rising within him. Ruomei was becoming increasingly unruly. It was one thing to be a little careless about other things, but how could she be so forgetful about her mistress's life-saving pills? What if she harmed her mistress? This girl needed to be replaced. However, he wondered if the retired imperial chefs he employed would suit his mistress's taste.

He picked out a pill from the brocade box, gently crushed it, and the quail-sized "Sunrise" pill instantly turned to powder, which he sprinkled into the medicine.

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Pei Xiaolei closed her eyes, displaying a tragic, almost heroic, air as she gulped down the bitter medicine in her bowl. Not waiting for anyone to serve her, she reached into the bowl herself, took a few candied dates, and put them in her mouth to neutralize the bitterness. Only when the subtle sweetness covered the bitterness did her furrowed brows slowly relax.

"What's your rush? The dates aren't going anywhere!" Neng Shang chuckled, his hands still busy picking out a few large dates and handing them to her.

"Hmph!" Pei Xiaolei blushed slightly, glared at him, and didn't bother to argue. She simply moved closer to the shade of the tree next to Shan Yi. It was so hot! Her body felt burning hot. The two were so close that their small hands accidentally touched. A cool sensation washed over them, and she immediately grabbed his hand, interlocking their fingers. With her other hand, she clenched her fingers into a fan and waved it a few times, but the breeze was too weak and had no effect whatsoever; in fact, it made her even hotter. Sigh! She really didn't understand why, on such a fine day, there wasn't even a breath of wind. She loosened her collar, exposing half her neck, but

it still didn't provide any relief. The heat continued to rise, causing her to break out in a thin sweat, her muscles and bones feeling weak. "Xiaolei? What's wrong?" The person beside her finally noticed her discomfort, reaching out to touch her forehead. It was burning hot. Looking into her eyes, the clarity in them was slowly fading, replaced by a hazy, watery look.

"Second Senior Brother, I'm so hot..." Her weak body leaned against him, her rosy lips slightly parted, her eyes half-closed as she looked at him, speaking softly, her hand involuntarily tugging at her collar again.

The skilled doctor grabbed her flailing hands, coldly glancing at the strange-looking man beside her, and asked, "Did you add 'Sunrise' to the medicine?"

"Yes!" Neng Shang regained her composure, her complex gaze abruptly shifting from Pei Xiaolei to the skilled doctor, and answered. Then, a hint of worry crept in, and she pressed, "'Sunrise'? Is something wrong with it?"

The skilled doctor's expression was unreadable as he nodded, saying, "Miss, the cold has been dispelled; there's no need for such a potent medicine!"

Neng Shang, being so clever, immediately understood, her face flushing red and then pale—a truly remarkable sight.

The healer held the person clinging to him tightly, looking at the man before him with a hint of solemnity. He spoke in a low voice, "Go back to your own residence!"

"But..."

"Go now!"

Pei Xiaolei was startled by the sudden, close shout. Her thoughts raced, the mist in her eyes thinning slightly. She glanced at the departing Neng Shang, then at the healer holding her, her gaze finally settling on the empty bowl. She understood the burning heat within her body; the aphrodisiac in 'Chaoyang' was strangely potent and incurable. Previously, when she was cold-natured, these aphrodisiacs only served as a harmonizing agent, not arousing desire. But since her soul returned, the coldness in her body had largely dissipated. These aphrodisiacs naturally began to take effect, and with years of long-term use, their power had seeped into her internal organs and limbs. Her body was now unusually sensitive, no longer susceptible to any arousal.

"Second Senior Brother..." Her eyes were like water, clinging to the last vestiges of consciousness, she leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Don't use your internal energy!"

"Mm!" the healer responded softly, reaching for her waist with one hand. With a gentle pull, the sash fell loose, and her purple robe and skirt draped loosely over her body. With a gentle peel, an outer garment fell away, leaving only a thin white gauze dress, clinging neatly to her high breasts, the collar half-open, her soft bosom faintly visible. With a slight tug, the dress fell to the ground, revealing her smooth, white breasts, the cherry-sized nipples already erect and proud. He lowered his head, biting into one, his tongue circling the nipple, pushing and manipulating it, gently licking and sucking. Only when saliva soaked the entire breast did he release his grip and move on to the other.

"Ah..." Pei Xiaolei gasped softly, her body weak and limp. She needed to lean half her weight on Shan Yi to barely stand. The effects of the morning sun's medicine were beginning to take hold; her whole body was burning hot, her pores were open, and her lower body ached slightly. Her waist and hips were tightly held, pressed against the man's lower body, a scorching hot iron rod pressing between her legs, terrifyingly hot. Each bite on her sensitive breasts felt like a thousand worms crawling into her heart, a tingling, itchy emptiness. Her empty hands moved haphazardly, and somehow managed to untie the man's white scholar's robe layer by layer. The white robe slipped down to his waist, hindering his movements. He simply took it off and tossed it far away onto the grass, his muscular upper body gleaming in the sunlight.

"...Xiaolei..." the man sighed softly in her ear, trembling as his skirt lifted and his trousers fell away.

A cool breeze blew between her legs, and she shivered, reflexively squeezing her legs together. But she couldn't resist the large, ruthless hand that groped her. The hand explored down her spine from her lower back, following the lines between her legs, and then hooked in from behind, forcing its way into that warm crevice. Two slender fingers slowly inserted themselves into the narrow, secluded opening from behind. Under the influence of the drug, her body was already wet and slippery, and the two fingers became even more unrestrained, sometimes gently pressing and rubbing, sometimes forcefully thrusting, plunging, and digging, until she was in a state of deep, fiery passion, a complete mess.

"Mmm...ah..." A chilling shiver ran through her body, wave after wave, and she tensed up, gasping for breath. Her body rose and fell with the movement of the fingers beneath her, her white belly gently rubbing against the increasingly hard and hot shaft.

"Damn it!" the man cursed, suddenly pulling two fingers from his penis, lifting one of her legs, and hastily pulling out his enormous member. He thrust it forcefully into her tender, red-hot vulva, the red-hot, thick iron shaft piercing her very core, the swollen, large tip of his desire penetrating completely.

"Ugh...ah...slower...ha...slower...ah..." she cried out incoherently. The man's entry was too forceful, too violent; this sudden roughness overwhelmed her. Her lower body trembled, a slight pain shooting through her, and her body swayed unsteadily from the impact. Fortunately, the man was prepared. His strong arms held her firmly, unmoving. His long, thick member, however, thrust even more frantically into her, without technique or variation, only instinctive attacks, each thrust more blatant and penetrating than the last…

“Mmm… Ah… Ah… Ha…” She gripped the man’s back tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh. Her lower abdomen contracted and squeezed, her body involuntarily rising and falling, her swollen, numb vulva stretched to its limit. Her clitoris greedily opened and closed, swallowing the intruder, clenching inch by inch. The intense friction of their flesh, the engorged inner walls of her vagina constantly squeezing and spasming, and at their point of contact, a torrent of fluid flowed. She was flushed, her eyes unfocused, trembling, her mind a blur, completely immersed in an indescribable, breathtaking experience.

The doctor's movements quickened, and suddenly he pressed her down tightly, letting out a muffled roar as a stream of hot, turbid fluid shot deep into her, scalding her and causing her to cry out in pain.

He lowered his head and gently kissed away the tears

at the corners of her eyes. His long, smooth, black hair cascaded freely over his shoulders, sticking to his sweat, and his entire body exuded a strong scent of desire. "Second Senior Brother... ah..." The intense sensation in her lower body made it impossible for her to concentrate on kissing her beloved. The foreign object deep inside her began to slowly grow larger and harder, his dark red body throbbing with blood, seemingly even hotter and larger than before, densely filling the narrow passage, leaving no gaps. The heat that had just subsided in her body slowly ignited again with the enormous object inside her. She shifted restlessly, her eyes, like a surging tide, looking at the man before her, indescribably alluring and seductive.

"Xiaolei, bear with it for a moment," he said gently, pulling her closer. His handsome face was devoid of its former cold indifference; his dark, night-like eyes burned with intense passion.

He lifted her buttocks, making her wrap her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a koala. He walked to the mat, slowly sitting down. The moment he landed, he abruptly released his grip, and Pei Xiaolei's entire weight pressed down on him, straddling him heavily. His massive member plunged deep into her womb.

"Mmm..." she gritted her teeth, a sigh escaping her throat. Her body reflexively straightened, tensing her muscles, her inner walls contracting tightly, squeezing the intruder.

The second senior brother was simply too enormous. Even though her insides were already overflowing with love juice and semen as lubrication, her tight passage still felt like it was being torn apart. She struggled to get up, slightly raising her hips, just as the giant dragon was about to leave her. But at the entrance, she was forcefully pressed down, and her whole body fell heavily back down. From heaven to hell, the giant dragon plunged all the way in, its testicles feeling like they were about to squeeze in.

"Ah... um... um... ah..." This time she couldn't hold back any longer. The terrifying electric current made her scream uncontrollably, unsure whether it was a feeling of sorrow or joy.

With a flip, they returned to the missionary position. The doctor looked at the woman beneath him, who was already somewhat lost in passion, smiled, and whispered seductively, "Xiaolei... I'm here!" He then bit down on her tempting, bright red nipple. As she moaned, one hand teased her vulva, caressing and kneading the sensitive protrusion. His thick, hard penis stood erect, thrusting and pounding into her with sharp, heavy strokes, each one so deep and forceful, as if he were pouring out his entire life's energy.

Her body was more sensitive than most. From resistance to acceptance to desire, it didn't take long. Her lust was heightened; her flushed body arched high, legs spread wide, her thirsty opening tightly gripping the massive, burning intruder, swaying with its rise and fall. The point of contact with the man convulsed, copious amounts of fluid gushing out. She gasped for breath, waves of suffocating pleasure washing over her, washing away the last vestiges of clarity in her eyes.

Everything around her seemed to fall silent; the only sounds were his heavy breathing, her panting responses, and the sounds of their bodies colliding.

And… in the distance, in the bushes, those… fox-like eyes that lingered on them…

Author's Note: Happy International Women's Day! May you all have fulfilling sex lives! The saying by Eileen

Chang

, "The way to a woman's heart is through her vagina," finds its greatest resonance here. The three-story library, spanning several thousand square meters, housed medical books and martial arts manuals on the first floor. The second and third floors, aside from a few literary biographies, were entirely filled with erotic illustrations and bedroom manuals.

Pei Xiaolei stared at the magnificent collection of tens of thousands of erotic books, utterly bewildered. Her parents were truly worried about her sexual life; no wonder Ruomei always stopped her from coming here to find books. Scavenging a few decent poems, paintings, novels, and biographies from this vast sea of books was indeed a test of stamina and endurance.

She glanced at the bookshelves, each time stopping to stare in astonishment at the explicit and erotic depictions. In modern times, she had seen plenty of pornography and often secretly searched for and enjoyed explicit novels and pictures online. But none of that could compare to the exquisite realism of these books and illustrations; every color, every movement, every posture… was depicted with lifelike detail. The descriptions were so realistic that anyone who had experienced sex would inevitably resonate with the details depicted in the book and illustrations.

For a moment, the man and woman in the painting seemed to become her and Shan Yi, lost in their passion and infatuation on that sunny afternoon, completely captivated.

"Xiao Lei?" Someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder from behind.

"Ah..." The scroll fell to the ground, her face flushed as she looked at the person, unsure how to react.

"Why are you here alone?" Neng Shang picked up the book expressionlessly, folded it, and put it back on the shelf, asking casually.

"Oh... well..." She lowered her head, swallowed, thought for a moment, and then whispered, "I came to find historical fiction!"

"Fiction and the like are all over here!" He reached out and took her hand, leading her to a small corner of the attic.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her silence, he lifted her chin, which was almost touching the ground, and asked.

"Nothing!" Her face was burning hot. It was so embarrassing! How could she have openly looked at pornographic pictures in front of a man, especially since she'd just been indulging in such impure fantasies? Ahhh... she couldn't take it anymore!

"Pfft..." Neng Shang couldn't help but laugh. "You little slut, you weren't so scared by this childish picture book that you can't speak, were you?"

"I, I... I didn't," she retorted, looking up.

"Didn't you?" Doubtful.

"No..." A determined "

snap..." A hundred times more explicit, pushing the limits of ergonomics, extremely lewd picture book was unfolded before the girl's eyes.

...She froze, staring at the picture book, her head slowly lowering, her face burning hotter and hotter!

“I don’t know what you’re so awkward about. We brothers have been studying this stuff since we were kids! We study it like we study medicine and martial arts.” He patted her head, pulled out a few hardcover novels from the high shelf, and handed them to her. He continued, “The art of the bedroom is also a science of health preservation and longevity. There’s nothing shameful about it.”

“Oh…” Hearing his straightforward explanation, the blush on her face slowly faded. She looked up at the man in front of her, feeling incredibly unprofessional and immature.

“Then…then…are you guys very experienced in clinical practice?” Curiosity killed the cat!

“Clinical experience???” Neng Shang suddenly looked down at her, silently repeating the word twice before his fox-like eyes flashed with a smile as he asked, “Are you concerned about this?”

“No, who cares? I’m just curious…hahaha…” Of course he was concerned! Don’t tell her that her four brothers were all experts in slaying thousands of men!

"Really don't care?"

"No!" She gritted her teeth, inwardly cursing him. He was even more of a hen's mother than a hen's mother!

"Oh... in that case, I'm leaving." He pursed his lips slightly, his fox-like eyes crinkling into a smile, and with a flick of his sleeve, strode towards the door!

"Hey, Third Senior Brother, wait for me!" Clutching her books, she chased after him. Suddenly, she swayed, tripped over her skirt, lost her balance, and crashed into a tall, heavy bookshelf beside her.

Whoa... who pushed her? Thud... what fell down? Crash... oh no... it sounded like the bookshelf and books falling.

...A moment later! She secretly opened her eyes, and a magnified face appeared before her. Slender fox-like eyes were fixed on him, their depths unreadable.

"Third Senior Brother?" Seeing his silence, she whispered a reminder. The position where he was pressed against her, pinning her down, was incredibly suggestive and ambiguous.

"Are you alright?" He maintained his position, leaning even closer, and asked with concern. They were so close that his breath brushed against her face, feeling hot.

However, upon closer inspection, she realized her third senior brother was incredibly handsome—good skin, good looks, practically a feast for the eyes. In modern times, he could stand anywhere on the street and have piles of money delivered to his door by plane or rocket. So it was no wonder her heart was pounding and her mind was racing. But wait, hadn't he been holding that heavy bookshelf for a while? At least several minutes. Third senior brother, weren't you tired carrying that heavy bookshelf?

"I'm fine… um, third senior brother, let's get up!"

"Studying bedroom arts doesn't necessarily require intercourse with a woman!" he suddenly blurted out, seemingly trying to avoid the topic.

"Huh???…" Her mind hadn't quite processed this sudden shift in thought, and she answered reflexively. Her eyes were still fixed on the man who was getting closer and closer.

"Sigh... let's get up first..." He suddenly sighed softly, his long eyelashes fluttering, concealing the heaviness in his eyes, and those slightly unruly fox-like eyes returned. He straightened up slightly, the bookshelf pressing down on him toppling over, and with a wave of his hand, the books and dust falling on him obediently landed. He dusted himself off, stood up with an air of elegance, and she was utterly impressed that he could handle such a disheveled situation with such grace.

She grasped the outstretched hand, pulled herself up with a push, and shook off the dust that had settled on her. Just as she was about to utter a few words of complaint, her eyes lit up. She squatted down again, picked up a book from the ground, pointed to an open page, and eagerly pulled Neng Shang to look.

"It's the Western Poison Evil Man's notes!" Neng Shang recognized the inscription on the book.

"I searched for her a thousand times in the crowd, then suddenly turning around, I found her where the lights were dim—it was all so easy!" She was truly laughing this time. The thing she'd been searching for for nearly ten years was actually in her own family's library.

"It blooms once every fifty years, bears fruit once every fifty years—this flower is extraordinary!"

"But our luck is better," she said, flicking the notebook and beaming. "This year happens to be the year it blooms and bears fruit!"

"Come on, let's talk to our second senior brother!" He smiled upon seeing what was written in the book and pulled her outside.

"Okay! Let's hurry!" She was overjoyed and followed him with lightning speed. If what was said in the notebook left by that strange man from the Western Regions called the Western Poison Evil Man was true, then as long as she found that cluster of wondrous flowers, whether she ate its fruit or its blossoms, she could cure the domineering and bizarre martial arts within her. In that case, she could truly have a normal, healthy body.

Author's Note: I've been swamped with trivial matters lately, so updates will be incredibly slow—
probably not until the end of April!
Please forgive me!

On

the road leading out of the number one manor in the world, a magnificent carriage slowly passed by. Beside the carriage, two neat rows of tall, burly guards with swords stood guard. A beautiful woman lifted the carriage curtain, her bright eyes constantly gazing out. This was Pei Xiaolei's first time leaving the manor, her first close encounter with this territory that belonged to her, filled with curiosity and longing for everything unknown to the outside world.

Outside the carriage window, the mountains were lush and green, the staggered peaks reflecting each other's verdant hues, wisps of mist swirling around the mountainsides, like a vibrant landscape painting, but after a while, it became somewhat tiring. Turning around and sitting upright, her eyes inadvertently swept over her third senior brother, Neng Shang, who sat upright beside her, seemingly engrossed in the accounts all day. A hint of helplessness flickered between her brows. At the current speed, catching up with her second senior brother, who had rushed out to rescue people three days ago, seemed like an unrealistic idea.

With a soft sigh, she didn't bother to dismantle his charade. She opened the unexpectedly acquired notebook of the Western Poison Master on the table, carefully examining the plants described: red leaves, purple stems, thick foliage, dense and long roots, trumpet-shaped flowers, and pearl-like seeds, growing in vast, barren, and cold lands. She unfolded the map beside her, pondered for a moment, then picked up her brush and carefully marked two more of the five vast areas she had previously circled.

"Xiaolei, shall we go to these two places first?" A voice and a figure loomed overhead. Ah… finally, someone couldn't bear the silence and broke it.

"Yes!" She put down her brush, looked up at him, a slight smile flashing in her eyes. "What? Not looking at the ledger? I thought you'd been very busy these past few days!" Her slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table.

After leaving the library, they didn't have time to discuss things with their second senior brother, who had suddenly gone out to rescue them, as he hurriedly left the manor. She had considered sending someone on horseback to chase after him, but ultimately held back; someone who could make her second senior brother so anxious must be extraordinary. She then had her third senior brother arrange carriages and horses, preparing to leave later. Their original route would inevitably pass by her second senior brother's lodgings, allowing them to meet him as soon as possible. However, for some reason, these preparations took a full three days. If she remembered correctly, her senior brothers and sisters usually prepared for long journeys in less than half an hour. Although the carriages were comfortable and the supplies were complete, she always had a vague feeling that her third senior brother was stalling for time. During these three days, he had suddenly become extremely busy, practically invisible except for occasionally inquiring about her health.

Hearing this, Neng Shang's brows, which had just relaxed, slowly furrowed again. His cunning eyes deflated like a punctured balloon as he looked at her, his wariness and fear deepening.

"Actually, you don't need to hide it from me, nor do you need to deliberately delay your departure. Second Senior Brother is going to rescue someone, not to play around, so naturally I won't follow closely and delay the rescue. Therefore, you don't need to be so discreet with me," she said calmly. In truth, she wasn't unreasonable.

"I wasn't discreet with you," Neng Shang quickly explained, "I just... didn't know how to tell you!"

"Oh?" She looked up!

“That seriously ill person is Second Senior Brother’s cousin.”

“Cousin?” She frowned. She remembered that all five of her senior brothers and sisters were orphans. How could a cousin suddenly appear?

Neng Shang looked at his young lady cautiously, not daring to say that the cousin, despite her serious illness, was holding the certificate of their arranged marriage and had been pestering the doctor to marry her.

Cousin and cousin? Pei Xiaolei’s heart tightened slightly. A thousand possibilities flashed through her mind, finally settling on one sentence: “Since they are close relatives, he should naturally be more attentive! Besides, Third Senior Brother has been with me all this way, hasn’t he?”

Hearing this, Neng Shang’s slender fox-like eyes lit up, sweeping away all the ambiguity in his heart. He smiled broadly, patted his chest, and nodded repeatedly in agreement: “Of course, as long as it’s for our Xiaolei, Third Senior Brother would go to any lengths, even if it meant climbing mountains or diving into seas!”

Although she smiled faintly, she had no desire to continue the topic. Returning to the map, she pointed to the two places she had just marked and explained, "Plants have thick stems and leaves, and dense, long roots. Generally, this is because they need to store water and absorb water from deep underground. Of the five places we picked out earlier, three are in humid, river-rich areas. Only Liaobei and Xining are in arid regions. Let's go to those two places first."

"Okay!"

"Later, we'll send a letter and map to Second Senior Brother and tell him to come and meet us when he's done with his work!"

"...Okay!"

"Hmm... Nanning is located in a border fortress. I heard that Eldest Senior Brother has been in charge here for the past two years. I haven't seen him for a long time. This time, we can go around to see him."

"Okay."

...

"What's wrong?" The gaze emanating from her was hard to ignore, and Pei Xiaolei couldn't help but look up and ask.

"It's nothing!" Neng Shang withdrew his gaze from her, saying with some interest, "It's just that it's been a long time since I've seen such a serious young lady!"

She tilted her head, carefully observing the man before her, only then realizing that since merging her soul, her personality and behavior seemed to lean more towards her 21st-century self. Compared to the meticulous and earnest young lady of the past, she now seemed a bit more carefree. However, being more cheerful, smiling more, and talking more nonsense wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Suddenly, an extremely cheesy question popped into her head. Without thinking, she blurted out, "Third Senior Brother, which do you prefer, the old me or the current me?"

He paused, clearly taken aback by her cheesiness. His gaze lingered for a while before calming down. Then, looking into her eyes, he replied with doting affection, "What 'old' and 'current'? No matter what happened, Xiaolei is Xiaolei. In my heart, that has never changed!"

"I see!" she replied casually, but a warm feeling quietly welled up inside her. She lowered her head slightly, continuing to study the map, inadvertently missing the resolute yet tender look in his fox-like eyes.

In ancient times, when transportation was underdeveloped, traveling from one town to another would take at least ten days to half a month. After nearly ten days of trekking through mountains and rivers, the group from the Number One Manor finally arrived at a bustling city.

"Miss, we've arrived. Please alight from the carriage," Ruomei's voice came from outside. She lifted the curtain and gracefully stepped down from the carriage, using the low wooden stool in front of her. Refusing the maid Ruomei's offer to help her up, she looked up at the magnificent palace and resplendent golden roof before her, the imposing character "Pei" inscribed on the gilded plaque. Indeed, this mansion was merely one of the villas of their number one manor.

"Get up!" Ignoring the bewildered looks on the faces of the kneeling servants, she strode straight into the mansion.

"Get up, all of you!" came Neng Shang's cold voice and the rustling of clothes.

Inside, the stone walls were like jade, the beams and pillars carved and painted, flowers blooming in profusion, a picturesque scene. This building, praised by countless skilled craftsmen, was beautiful and elegant, yet utterly unoriginal. She stared at Neng Shang with a dark expression, as if she had swallowed half an egg, wanting to ask, "Third Senior Brother, can't you afford a landscape designer and craftsmen?" She had finally managed to leave Yiqing Pavilion, wanting to see the outside world, the various gardens and buildings, but after wandering around, it felt as if she had returned to the place where she had lived for eighteen years.

The same trees, the same rocky hills, the same furnishings, the same boudoir, even the same clothes and decorations. Her initial anticipation and curiosity about this mansion, which she had felt outside the door, was instantly dashed, leaving her shivering.

"Xiaolei, do you like it here?" The culprit who had shattered her hopes looked at her with a smile.

"I love it!" A sweet smile followed!

"You should rest well today and recharge. Tomorrow is the Qixi Festival; I'll take you out for a stroll." He casually said something that instantly made her heart flutter.

[Background Explanation:
The Qixi Festival here is somewhat of a combination of the Chinese Lantern Festival, the Chinese Valentine's Day, and a touch of the Western Valentine's Day. On this day, unmarried men and women dress in their finest clothes, eat glutinous rice balls, solve riddles, watch flower boats, and admire the moonlight. Women make a kind of pastry called "lao guozi" for their sweethearts, while men present their beloved with a beautiful flower.]

The Number One Manor Under Heaven: Originating from commerce, established on culture, and intimidated by force. Eighty years ago, Pei Xiaolei's great-great-grandfather purchased this land, spanning over 500,000 square meters, located at the border of the Qin and Chu states. Over the next two generations, it flourished even more, its area expanding several times over. The land was fertile, and its strategic location made it a thriving commercial center, resulting in a wealthy populace. Although both Qin and Chu coveted this place, its strategic location and defensive advantages, coupled with the Pei family's fierce and invincible army, prevented them from conquering it. They could only admire its might from afar, and thus bestowed great honors and titles upon this yet-to-be-established, Number One Manor Under Heaven, hoping to win it over and bring it under their control.
Five individuals—a martial arts expert, a skilled physician, a shrewd businessman, a scholar, and a connoisseur of fine dining—all identify themselves as Pei Xing, the adopted son and daughter of Pei Ming, the lord of the Number One Manor Under Heaven. They assist Pei Xiaolei in managing various affairs within the territory. Most of the Pei family mansions and villas throughout the territory were built, purchased, and managed by traveling merchants. The ancient market festivals

along West Lake

were no less vibrant than modern ones, bustling with activity, crowds, and lively atmosphere. Pei Xiaolei's curious eyes constantly explored her surroundings, her body moving forward with the throng of people. The traveling merchant beside her held her hand tightly, shielding her from the crowd. The servants who had come with them had long since been scattered, but fortunately, they had been instructed beforehand that anyone who got lost should return to the mansion.

Where there are people, there is business—a principle that holds true throughout history and across cultures. Early in the morning, vendors of all sizes from miles around gathered here, their shouts and calls rising and falling, displaying a dazzling array of seasonal goods. Women's money is the easiest to earn in the world. Every vendor and shopkeeper Pei Xiaolei stopped at was grinning from ear to ear. Although this beautiful young lady mostly just looked and didn't buy, the man behind her was no ordinary person; anything she glanced at was bought up.

Night. The bustling streets along West Lake

hadn't yet faded, but the lake itself was already ablaze with noise and luxury. Night had barely fallen when thousands of boats, large and small, were already gathered on West Lake. Painted boats, small boats, multi-story boats, sampans… all brightly lit, the lake ablaze with lights. The boats crisscrossed and crisscrossed, their lights reflected in the water, reflecting the silvery moonlight high in the sky, creating a dreamlike scene.

Pei Xiaolei sat on the painted boat, a gentle breeze carrying moisture blowing against her face, lightly lifting a few strands of hair from her forehead, causing them to dance in the wind. The lively scene before her filled her with joy; her slight frown and gentle smile were like a warm ray of sunshine in the night moonlight, its delicate reflections illuminating the eyes of those around her—warm as an angel, alluring as a devil.

Neng Shang, on the other hand, had maintained a cold expression all night. His bloodthirsty, fox-like eyes, for the thousandth and first time, scare away the group of lecherous men clutching various flowers, and the women dressed in brightly colored clothes, ready to offer him fried cakes at any moment.

For a moment, the lovesick men and women on the painted boat were all immersed in a subtle atmosphere.

The proprietress of the pleasure boat was a shrewd woman, naturally not daring to offend the generous guest before her who had booked the entire second-floor private room in one go. However, on this festive day, she also didn't want to offend the local patrons on the first floor. With a wave of her long sleeves, a beautiful singing girl appeared. With a sharp "snap" of her bamboo clappers, everyone's attention was drawn to her. Then, a melodious and beautiful zither tune followed, its long, clear sound filling the air…

It was a story about the Double Seventh Festival: a beautiful noblewoman fell in love with a poor man. Her family vehemently opposed the relationship, offering bribes and even resorting to force, but nothing could shake their resolve. They promised to elope by West Lake, but on the day of their elopement, West Lake was struck by a once-in-a-century flood. The woman was swept into the heart of the lake, and the man swore a blood oath to drain the lake and rescue his beloved. Their love moved the heavens. The next day, West Lake dried up overnight, and the woman transformed into a lotus bud, standing in the center of the lake. She needed the man's blood to nourish her so she could bloom, bear seeds, and become human. The man then watered the lotus with a bowl of blood every day. Finally, on the Double Seventh Festival, the bud ripened and fell, and the woman was reborn. She and the devoted man then transformed into butterflies and ascended to immortality.

Perhaps the story was too fantastical, or perhaps the singer was too delicate-looking, because as soon as the story ended, a burly bearded man jumped up and interrupted: "Nonsense! Forget snow lotus, no one has ever successfully grown a lotus in West Lake! This girl is clearly fooling everyone!" Upon hearing this, many men and women nearby nodded in agreement. Everyone knew that West Lake couldn't even grow a single blade of grass, let alone a flower.

"A bunch of brats, what do you know!" Before the singer could retort, an old man in his sixties stepped forward, pointed to the lake not far away, and shouted, "Twenty years ago, Master Pei picked a snow lotus from the depths of the lake and gave it to his wife! I saw it with my own eyes! The breathtaking beauty of that snow lotus still moves me to tears!" As soon as he finished speaking, the audience below erupted into chaos. This old man was a well-known know-it-all in town; eight or nine out of ten of his words were true. Could it be that the legendary snow lotus really grew beneath the surface of West Lake, where even a slight approach felt like being chilled to the bone?

"The ends of the earth may have their limits, but longing has no end. Since ancient times, people have been infatuated with love, and this sorrow has nothing to do with lotus or moon. I never imagined that so many touching and romantic tales could have happened on West Lake. Wonderful! Truly wonderful!" Pei Xiaolei drank a cup of flower wine, looked at the commotion below, and spoke with a mixture of sighs, admiration, and pride.

Sure enough, no matter where or what era, lakes are always a favorite spot for lovers to weave their love stories and for devoted men and women to express their affections! Her eyes held a hint of intoxication, her voice gentle and melodious, as if she possessed an innate magic that could move people. Her voice, neither too loud nor too soft, was clearly audible to everyone below, and all eyes immediately returned to the couple on the second floor.

"The ends of the earth may have their limits, but longing knows no bounds. Since ancient times, love has been the source of countless sorrows, and this regret has nothing to do with lotus or moon." The old man murmured after her, then slammed his hand on the table, exclaiming, "Well said, Miss!" With that, he leaped up to the second floor in a few strides, heading straight for Pei Xiaolei. But when he was three steps away, his expression suddenly changed, and he stopped. After a moment, his eyes reddened slightly, and his voice trembled as he asked, "You...you are the young lady of the number one manor in the world?"

Pei Xiaolei raised an eyebrow, remaining noncommittal. Not to mention that her trip was a secret, given that she had lived a secluded life for so many years, the number of people who had seen her in this world could be counted on one hand, and this old woman was not in her memory.

"Step back!" Neng Shang's sword was already pointed at the old woman's head, a sharp sword aura rising, if he dared to take another half step forward, blood would immediately splatter three feet. Facing the sharp sword in front of him, the old woman showed no panic whatsoever, instead turning her head to look at Neng Shang with piercing eyes, her eyes churning with turbulent waves, which, after several attempts to suppress them, could not be contained and burst out.

The old woman took two steps back as instructed, and suddenly bent her back and knelt down heavily with a "thump", her old voice already hoarse with excitement: "Former head of the First Manor under Heaven, the sinful slave Xiao Qiang pays respects to Miss, Third Young Master!"

Neng Shang sheathed her sword, her eyes also full of surprise. Fifteen years ago, due to negligence, the Ministry of Personnel had allowed a spy to infiltrate and bribe its personnel, successfully stealing a large number of confidential documents. Afterwards, the members of the headquarters suffered severe consequences, ranging from complete loss of martial arts skills to dismemberment. Only Xiao Qiang escaped punishment because he redeemed himself through merit and was the former master's direct disciple. However, the rules of the Number One Manor under Heaven were as hard as iron. Even though he knelt before the master's gate for three days and three nights without food or drink, and even reduced himself to a slave, he still could not escape being expelled from the manor for his incompetence.

The Master Xiao who had taught him martial arts fifteen years ago was no longer the heroic figure he once was. He humbly prostrated himself on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Although he had only been his master for a month, a teacher for a day is a teacher for life, and he ultimately turned aside to avoid this bow.

Seeing the old man kneeling for so long and the young lady showing no intention of urging him to rise, he sighed and stepped forward to help Xiao Qiang up. However, a singing girl who had somehow gone up to the second floor beat him to it. After gently helping the old man up, the woman herself suddenly knelt down and performed a deep bow, saying loudly, "This sinful servant, Xiao Ziye, pays his respects to the young lady. My father failed in his duty all those years ago because he had to take care of me, his sick and unfilial son. For so many years, he has been depressed because of this. His only hope in this life is to one day return to the number one manor in the world and be able to confess his sins before the graves of the old manor lord and my two senior uncles. I beg..."

Before the singing girl could finish speaking, the old man knelt down again with a thud, interrupting his request. He said with a sob in his voice, "This sinful servant no longer dares to ask for anything else. I only beg the young lady to accept my unfilial son so that he can atone for my past sins."

Pei Xiaolei glanced at the two people at her feet, then at Neng Shang, whose gaze was complicated. Her mind raced through various information about the long-lost Mu tribe.

Xiao Qiang, one of her grandfather's three direct disciples, her father's third senior brother, the supervisor of the manor's direct command, and the mentor of her senior brothers, was responsible for a serious incident fifteen years ago. Due to negligence, a spy infiltrated the manor and successfully stole secrets, resulting in the tragic deaths of her eldest and second senior uncles. Although Xiao Qiang ultimately killed the spy, retrieved most of the secrets, and avenged his two uncles, the tragedy of a parent outliving their child dealt a heavy blow to her ailing grandfather, who never recovered.

Her father, unwilling to lose another brother, did not punish Xiao Qiang severely. He simply had him and his only son, who had not eaten or drunk anything for three days, sent out of the manor, and ordered him never to set foot in the manor again.

She was just going out; how could she have run into him so coincidentally? She frowned slightly, then parted her red lips and slowly drank a glass of sweet fruit wine before speaking calmly, "The number one manor in the world does not accept useless people!"

Upon hearing this, the kneeling singer rose, suddenly lifting her hand from her face to reveal a handsome man's features. Then, her slender body began to swell and grow taller, and in the blink of an eye, a tall and imposing man stood before her.

Pei Xiaolei calmly watched the man before her, whose gaze was clear and direct, but inwardly she was genuinely astonished. The ability to instantly change appearance and gender was truly remarkable, a thousand times stronger than even the national treasure-level Sichuan opera face-changing technique. The people trained by the Mubu were indeed exceptional.

Suddenly, the man's body flashed, and the flower ball that had been hanging dozens of meters high atop the painted boat's pillar appeared before her. The man reverently offered it to her, saying expectantly, "Miss, please accept this!"

Pei Xiaolei glanced indifferently at the brightly colored flower ball the size of a water basin, neither answering nor accepting it. But the increasingly dark expression on her third senior brother's face made her suddenly feel very sleepy!

"Third senior brother, let's go back, I'm tired!" She stood up, not even glancing at the old and young people before her. She walked straight to the window, where Neng Shangheng picked her up. With a few light leaps, they were already dozens of feet away. A cold voice drifted from afar, "If you can keep up, come on!" Immediately, the two people on the boat flew after them, and in a few bounds, the four had vanished from sight.

The men and women on the first floor of the pleasure boat stared in disbelief at the ever-changing scene in the private rooms on the second floor… Those with sharp ears overheard a few words that sounded like love and hate, and those with keen eyes vaguely saw two men and a woman, beautiful as a dream, walking away together under the moonlight…

This year, this night, this West Lake, this Mid-Autumn Festival, a new legend, a new story unfolded… perhaps about love, or perhaps about romance…

Author's Note: We've been eating vegetarian food for so long… For the next meal, should we have some meat, something to balance our nutrition?

A Night of Confusion (Part 1)

It was night, a bright crescent moon hung high in the dark night sky, adorned with a few scattered stars that shone brightly beside it. Apart from the occasional murmur of insects, the Pei residence was quiet inside and out. The picturesque mansion was shrouded in the hazy moonlight, serene and enchanting.

Startled awake by a sudden chill, Pei Xiaolei slightly opened her eyes. A cool, delicate, and captivating fragrance wafted through the air, mesmerizing her. Looking towards the table, she saw a lotus flower, the size of a bowl, placed there. Its fiery red center and pure white petals, both strikingly contrasting and harmoniously blooming in the clear water, were breathtakingly beautiful. She threw back the covers, draped a dark-colored robe over her shoulders, concealing her snow-white, jade-like skin and her exquisitely curvaceous figure—enough to make any man's nose bleed. She had always had the habit of sleeping naked, and now, whenever possible, she would remove all restraints at night, allowing her body to return to its natural state.

Taking a few steps closer to the lotus, the fragrance and chill washed over her. She frowned, noticing the few remaining drops of blood at the center of the vibrant flower.

Pulling her robe tighter, she pushed open the door and walked towards the study, still lit in the distance.

"Ziye, you may leave!" She waved her hand behind her, speaking calmly.

"Yes!" A respectful reply came from somewhere behind her, and then, with a whoosh, a figure seemed to disappear into the distance.

The door clicked open.

"Xiaolei?" The man inside looked up, a flicker of panic in his eyes. His clothes were still soaking wet, dripping water onto the floor, and strips of cloth wrapped around his wrists, oozing blood.

She walked to him, picked up a towel, and silently wiped his hair, face, and neck, heavily and forcefully, each wipe causing his skin to flush red. Her

cold eyes passed over him, devoid of emotion. Neng Shang panicked, grabbing her hand and saying nervously, "I'm fine, I'm alright! Xiaolei, look?"

She looked up at him, speaking slowly and deliberately, "Take off your clothes!"

...

"Take off your clothes!" Her voice was even colder!

With a few quick rustles, Neng Shang stripped himself naked, his gaze still fixed on Pei Xiaolei with worry.

Approaching, her warm breath mingled with his icy body temperature, and a dry towel absorbed the moisture from his body. She slowly eroded his remaining composure.

"I can do it myself!" He reached for the towel, but she held on tightly, their eyes meeting.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," he released her, instead holding her tightly as she stood ramrod straight, his voice low and remorseful as he apologized. "Really, I won't, please don't do this!"

A long, tense silence followed, until she let out a deep sigh, her stubborn body softening, and she finally spoke softly, "I have no other family! You know that?"

"Yes! I'm sorry!" she whispered, her arms tightening around Pei Xiaolei.

"I don't need those ethereal things, just stay by my side."

"Okay!" Nodding.

"You promised me, you must keep your word!"

"Okay!"

...One minute, two minutes, three minutes...more than ten minutes later...

"Third Senior Brother..." she finally couldn't help but speak softly, her face flushed.

"Hmm?" Neng Shang looked down at her and asked.

"You, first... let me go..." Her head lowered even further, her body struggled for a moment, and only after her emotions stabilized did she remember what she had just done. In the middle of the night, it was really quite bold.

"Don't move, just like this, a little longer..." Tightening arms, a deep voice, a muffled tone, and flashing fox eyes, the male body pressed against hers was no longer cold, the alluring heat coming through her thin coat, warm and hot.

The male desire was strong and honest against her, she stiffened her body, not daring to move even a little, even though the temperature around her was very humid, her palms were slightly sweaty.

Another long and unbearable silence! He remained silent, and she dared not speak.

"Go back!" Neng Shang released her, grabbed a dry garment from beside him, and casually draped it over himself.

"Oh, oh..." She breathed a sigh of relief and rushed out as if fleeing for her life. Her weak legs betrayed her, and she stepped on the trailing hem of her skirt. With a whoosh, the sash came undone...

Neng Shang quickly stepped forward to catch her. Their open garments, flushed bodies, and red faces pressed tightly together. It all seemed so natural. She took his hand and placed it on her forehead. His injured hand, slightly cold from blood loss, gently touched her face, cool and comforting. Neng Shang gazed intently at her, his other hand gently cupping her delicate face, tracing the lines of her features. Reaching her lips, his fingers lightly traced the shape of her pink lips as he said, "Xiao Lei, we've been married for ten years! I was serious about that marriage!" This gentle, earnest tone, tinged with a hint of pleading sadness, was so unlike him.

But then she thought back—yes, that unique five-person wedding with one bride and four grooms, it seemed she was the only one who wasn't serious.

"I know!" He raised an eyebrow, mischievously opening his mouth slightly, and took a finger into his mouth, his slender fingers gently probing inside, making his smooth, delicate mouth and empty heart itch with a sensation.

They were lying naked on the long couch in the study, their hot breaths mingling in the air. He spread her legs, kneeling between them, his manhood pressed against her entrance, not penetrating, but restlessly exploring around her vulva, igniting desire. She gripped the couch arm, a wave of emptiness washing over her, her lower body trembling with a wet, yearning sensation.

As if sensing her arousal, his soft lips reluctantly left the round, luscious breast he had been sucking. His fox-like eyes, gleaming, gazed tenderly at Pei Xiaolei, whose breathing was now equally erratic. His slender fingers traced her sweaty, flushed face as he asked in a hoarse, husky voice, "Is it alright?" Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his eyes brimming with suppressed desire.

Perhaps it was the dreamlike night, the romantic moonlight, or perhaps it was simply the overwhelming sadness and sentimentality of their words.

She smiled, reached out and pulled his body down, her ten fingers digging deep into his strong back. "Ah..." Instantly, her lower body was filled tightly, the hot iron rod inserted, thrusting all the way in.

"Ugh!" Neng Shang sighed. The narrow passage squeezed his enormous member. The warm, moist body temperature and the lubricated inner walls felt like countless tiny mouths urgently sucking at him. The intense stimulation made his whole body ache, and he desperately wanted to release. But could the petite and delicate woman beneath him withstand his intense love?

He lifted his firm waist and hips, and his burning member gently withdrew completely from her warm body. His huge, dark purple member, covered in love fluid, gently rubbed against her vulva, inside and out, until the slippery love fluid on his hard desire had covered the area around her clitoris before he stopped. Then his mouth moved to lick her chest.

Pei Xiaolei's body was tense. Every movement of her vulva gave her great stimulation. Her pink inner orifice, which had been gained and then lost, opened and closed slightly, ready to devour the huge, strong, and mischievous boy who had been teasing and causing trouble outside but had never entered her. "

He's doing it on purpose," Pei Xiaolei pouted, looking at the man on top of her with dissatisfaction. He was clearly already red-faced and bulging with veins, yet he was still playing around, showing off his skills.

"I'm going back!" She took a deep breath, suppressing her burning desire, forcefully pushing the man off her, and pretending to get up. If he wanted to torture himself, he could do it himself; he

shouldn't drag her into it. "Go back where? Hmm?" His foxy eyes, red with rage, narrowed, and he roughly pressed her down, lifting her hips, and thrusting firmly into her, penetrating her core with a punishing, brutal, and violent thrust—deep, heavy, and wild. Every thrust was deadly, precisely hitting her sensitive spots, sending chilling electric shocks through her body, eliciting screams from her.

The elegant, spacious study was dimly lit and ambiguous, filled with the man's heavy breathing, the woman's soft moans, and the lewd sounds of flesh slapping and colliding.

"Mmm...slower...slower...ahh..." Her hoarse, fragmented moans and protests received little attention. Her panting mouth was immediately sealed, their lips and teeth intertwined. The red-hot iron inside her, however, was insatiable, attacking even more violently and rapidly. The deep and shallow clitoris caused the water inside to flow like a pillar, some flowing deep into her womb, some gushing out with the rhythm of the man's thrusts.

"Ahhh...no...ah...no more..." With a spasm, her inner orifice contracted tightly, clamping down on the rampaging man inside her. She arched her body, trembling all over, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Ignoring the ocean of fluid overflowing from her, she suddenly pounced on Neng Shang.

Neng Shang only felt a sharp pain from the man's grip. When he came to his senses, Pei Xiaolei was already straddling him, her pink and fiery body tightly sucking on him. He smiled, but his foxy eyes looked at her with a resentful look.

She pressed her hand to her heart, which felt like it was about to explode, and begged in a trembling, incoherent voice, "Let me...let me...rest...for a bit."

Author's Note: ...Let me rest too! ~Take a few deep breaths~ Huff huff huff~ Writing is so tiring~~~ 03-07

Night of Confusion (Part 2)

"Ahhh...no...ah...no more..." A spasm, her body contracting tightly, clamping down on the rampaging man within her. She arched her back, trembling all over, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat, ignoring the pool of fluid overflowing from her lower body, and lunged at Neng Shang.

Neng Shang only felt a sharp pain from the man's grip, and when he came to his senses, Pei Xiaolei was already straddling him, her pink, fiery body tightly sucking on him. He smiled, but his foxy eyes looked at her with a hint of resentment.

She pressed her hand against her heart, which felt like it was about to explode, and pleaded in a trembling, incoherent voice, "Let me...let me...rest...for a bit."

"Okay!" He was very easy to talk to, and gently chuckled in agreement. His long, narrow fox-like eyes shimmered with an alluring charm in the flickering candlelight. His thick, hard member was contentedly inside her small body. His hands caressed her slender waist, and his long fingers moved back and forth across her smooth skin. The thin calluses on his fingers slid down her abdomen from her navel, exploring the wet pubic hair. The swollen, deep red clitoris stood erect, and with just a light touch, it bounced and trembled slightly.

"Ugh...no more! Ah..." Holding his hands down, Pei Xiaolei glared at him through gritted teeth, her eyes glazed over. Her body involuntarily twitched, lifting slightly as she released the massive, engorged member inside her. As soon as the tightly sealed opening opened, a torrent of fluids, some thin, some thick, rushed out, flowing down the enormous penis and onto Neng Shang's body. Instantly, his pubic hair and scrotum became soaked.

Serves him right! Pei Xiaolei breathed heavily, pouting, looking at him with a hint of schadenfreude, her eyes filled with triumphant satisfaction.

"Naughty..." A doting scolding, his dark fox-like eyes flashing with a heart-stopping undercurrent. He adjusted his position, arched his back, and sat up. His massive, engorged member, already half-withdrawn and covered in dark veins, dripping with love fluid, slid a little further into her secret place. The strange friction between the rough, protruding male skin and the sensitive, rosy female body immediately ignited a fire between them.

"Mmm..."

she gasped softly, and he frowned, suppressing his desire.

The friction between their positions produced a strange pleasure, a tipsy, itchy sensation. In the heat of passion, her skin bloomed like a vibrant rose, shimmering with a faint, alluring glow under the lamplight. Her rosy lips trembled slightly, as if both yearning and pleading. A large amount of thick, slippery love fluid dripped down her inner thighs, onto Neng Shang's body, and onto the bed, soaking the warm blanket beneath her.

"Listen to me, I will love you gently!" The enchanting voice had barely faded when the hands holding Pei Xiaolei's waist pressed down forcefully. With a soft "plop," her already weak legs gave way, and she slumped heavily back down. "Ah..." she winced slightly, a muffled cry escaping her lips. The thick, steel-like man beneath her, using the weight of her falling body, thrust deep into her narrow passage. The tight inner walls squeezed him tightly; she had no strength left, all her weight resting on him, her sensitive nerves focused on the flower-like opening that greedily devoured him.

She held him tightly, as if trying to merge him into her body; this feeling of being completely filled by a man was both blissful and empty.

Neng Shang lowered his head and nestled close to Pei Xiaolei's neck, his warm breath brushing against her delicate skin. His teasing tongue licked along the back of her ear, moving towards her soft earlobe. One hand encircled her back, his calloused palm stroking her smooth skin down her spine, while his other hand rested on her firm breasts, gently pinching and swirling them.

"Hehehe...it tickles..." The tingling sensation on the back of her ear and the hand exploring her sensitive area on her waist seemed to have touched a nerve, making her giggle. Her flushed body trembled slightly with the laughter, her lower abdomen contracting with each breath.

"Don't move!" Neng Shang's breathing became heavier, the desire in his fox-like eyes intensifying. The woman's distraction displeased him. He raised an eyebrow, and with a slightly punitive air, lowered his head and used his tongue to take Pei Xiaolei's alluring red nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling it, his teeth gently nibbling.

"Mmm..." She trembled, her legs clamping tightly around her body, reflexively straightening herself, her chest arching even closer to him, her soft, white breasts being pressed more firmly into his mouth, allowing him to ravage them. Yet, wherever Neng Shang's large hands touched, she still felt a ticklish, itchy sensation that made her smile broadly.

Neng Shang, having skillfully licked her breasts, resentfully released the rosy nipples he had been gently biting, looking up at her with a hint of defeat as she giggled incessantly. The man inside her, squeezed tighter, was even more aroused, clamoring for release. But the woman on top of him ignored his warnings, laughing even more fiercely, her body swaying incessantly, her wet, hot passage contracting and trembling rapidly, greedily swallowing the invading dragon bite by bite.

"Stop laughing!" Seeing that he couldn't stop her, he narrowed his eyes and kissed Pei Xiaolei, who couldn't stop laughing. His pink lips were completely swallowed, and every inch of her lips and teeth were licked clean. His nimble tongue went into her mouth and intertwined with hers. Their heavy breathing assaulted their eardrums.

"Mmm..." A few seconds later, Pei Xiaolei, who had lost the right to laugh and was almost suffocated from being kissed, raised her small fists and pounded on the man she was straddling, until he couldn't withstand her violence and left her slightly red lips, panting.

Once back in the embrace of oxygen, she immediately took several deep breaths of the long-awaited fresh air. After her head cleared a bit, she looked at Neng Shang with dissatisfaction and said angrily, "Liar, you said you'd be gentle!"

"Who told you not to concentrate!" she retorted, somewhat annoyed and dismissive. After speaking, she looked at her fiercely, lifted her body, and slowly lowered her inch by inch, adjusting her into a position he was satisfied with. Once the young man, full of energy, seized the initiative, he naturally swept away his previous gloom and became incredibly vigorous. Positioned between the woman's legs, one hand encircling her soft, slender waist, the other supporting his swollen, enormous penis, he withdrew completely from the cave that had almost strangled him. The brown python trailed a long, thin stream of fluid and a large amount of white, turbid discharge. Her

previously overflowing lower body suddenly felt empty. Pei Xiaolei's dazed eyes looked at the man on top of her with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.

Neng Shang licked her lips and whispered, "Next time, I'll be gentle!"

With that, his penis, which had been pent up for so long, now brimming with passion and fighting spirit, was back at the entrance. He aimed at the not-yet-fully-closed, red, and slippery depths and thrust in fiercely. His long, thick, hard, and burning-hot penis pounded all the way in, penetrating to the deepest point, brutally slamming against a sensitive spot.

"Ah...ha...haha...ah ah..." Pei Xiaolei was almost thrown back to her feet by the impact, a massive surge of love washing over her, sweeping away all her thoughts.

He was panting heavily, his eyes deep and unfathomable, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His erect penis, stained with lust, relentlessly attacked the woman beneath him, withdrawing only to thrust in again...

"Ah... be gentle... Third Senior Brother, haha... be gentle... ahh..." She struggled, looking down at her vagina being fiercely penetrated. Her long legs were spread wide open, the hot, enormous penis moving freely within her wet vagina, thrusting and withdrawing rapidly. Each intense impact sent a jolt through her body.

Her bright eyes slowly glazed over, her face flushed as she looked at the man on top of her, desperately trying to please her. Her snow-white body swayed and rose with his powerful thrusts, the sturdy wooden bed creaking as it shook.

"Ah...ah...slower...please...slower..." His long-suppressed desire was too great; once the reins were released, his demands became uncontrollable. Her lower body was filled to the brim, with a tearing pain. Every inch of space lost inside her brought waves of violent pleasure mixed with trembling pain, crashing heavily against her heart, making her cry out and beg for help. Her soft,

coquettish cries only intensified the stimulation to her body. Her narrow, fiery body simply couldn't contain him; the tightness and wetness of her inner orifice were enough to drive this man in his prime, with his intense desires, out of his mind. He called out her name loudly, thrusting more and more frantically each time, until she fainted from love. Only after he released his last seed inside her did he stop to rest, holding her close as they fell into a deep sleep.

Where two young and beautiful bodies were still joined, a large amount of milky white and transparent mixture gushed out…

Author's Note: My original intention was to write erotica, but why do I feel like I'm increasingly heading down the path of pornography?
Different male leads for different kinds of H? orz… *looks up at the sky* Actually… actually… I'm a pure person, my skills are limited, *crying*…
Could it be, could it be… I should write SM to highlight the differences? The cicadas in the early summer

heat

outside the window were noisily chirping. Pei Xiaolei was woken up early by the noise, her brows furrowed, her hands covering her ears. So sleepy, let her sleep some more, please, stop chirping. But humans and insects are different. The little creatures outside, commonly known as cicadas, were clearly oblivious to her troubles, continuing their lively "chirp, chirp…" chirping incessantly.

She raised her hand, pressed her throbbing head, and opened her eyes helplessly. She slightly turned her body, which was lying on her side. Her body ached, as if it had been dismantled, and she felt completely exhausted. She forcefully pulled away the large hand that was wrapped around her waist, slightly shifting away from the warmth of the man's body pressed against her back.

With a slight movement, her lower body trembled, and slowly slid out the weapon that had tormented her all night yesterday. Her face flushed slightly, a red blush rising. Yesterday, she had actually curled up like this, sleeping in his arms in the same position all night long. This, this was really... Thinking back to last night, the loss of control between the two of them, oh my god... oh my god... her face was so hot that it could fry an egg!

"Hmm!" A murmur came from behind her. Neng Shang turned over and lay flat on his back.

The enemy moves, I move. Seeing the situation, she immediately dragged her aching body, sat up, and gazed intently at the sleeping man beside her. His long eyelashes trembled slightly against his slender, fox-like eyes. His thin lips were slightly pursed, a gentle curve at the corners of his mouth. He looked like he was sleeping peacefully, even with a hint of happiness.

How could things have turned out like that last night? She stared at the sleeping beauty before her, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" She didn't know when, but the sleeping beauty had woken up, his fox-like eyes blinking, looking at her with an ambiguous expression.

She followed his increasingly interested gaze downwards, dumbfounded. "Ah!!" A sudden realization struck her. She immediately grabbed the only blanket on the bed and wrapped it around her white body, which was covered in bruises and hickeys.

Good, she was completely wrapped up, while the other person on the bed was thus exposed naked to the light of day. However, he wasn't as shy as she was. And there he was, propping his head up with his hand, looking at her with a carefree air. There wasn't a trace of embarrassment or shyness in his smile, and his posture, his gaze—well, let's just say it was... there was even a hint of languid, foxy sexiness.

"Are you... alright?" Feeling a chill run down her spine, Pei Xiaolei, rather unkindly and in a melodramatic way, stole the line that should have been the male protagonist's tender and considerate declaration from countless erotic novels.

"Me?" He looked down at himself, answering her somewhat strangely, "I'm fine!"

"Good, good..." she said, her head bowed, avoiding his gaze, her mind a jumble, unable to find the right words.

"Um, the clothes, the clothes are over there!" she said softly, pointing to the pile of clothes scattered on the floor.

"Okay," he said, getting up, his back to her, and beginning to dress. She secretly raised her head, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of lust as she looked at him. And you know what? Her third senior brother—tall and muscular, without an ounce of excess fat, his muscles and lines perfectly combined, far better than David under Michelangelo's knife.

"Let's go!" He turned, his narrow, fox-like eyes meeting the gaze of the woman who was drooling as she studied the lines of his back.

"Go...go where?" She swallowed hard, pulled the blanket tighter around herself, and asked nervously, looking at the man approaching her.

Neng Shang scooped her up and burst through the door, his light, sly voice coming from above: "To take a bath!"

She had wronged Neng Shang; the architecture of this house was different from her Yiqing Residence. At least her Yiqing Residence didn't have such a huge, luxurious hot spring bath.

As soon as Neng Shang entered the hot spring bath, he quickly stripped himself naked, then, holding Pei Xiaolei, whose blanket he had pulled off and whose face was flushed as she buried herself in his arms, they slowly stepped into the warm water. The pool water was very clean, a light yellow color, and transparent to the bottom. Although it was a hot spring, it did not have any unpleasant sulfur smell at all, and the air was fresh and pleasant.

Neng Shang placed her on the steps, the warm water reaching her chest. He picked up some *Zhu Ling* (a type of fungus) from beside the bathtub, mixed it with water, and applied it to her loose, black hair. He gently rubbed and washed her head, even giving it a light massage. Once she was almost done, he scooped up some clean water to rinse off the foam, then gently combed her soft, black hair, which was half-submerged and floating in the water, exuding a faint floral fragrance, with a horn comb.

Pei Xiaolei kept her head down, her face flushed. She hadn't uttered a sound since entering, silently waiting for the "golden opportunity" to fall from the sky. Like a wooden doll, she let Neng Shang wash her hair clean, let him help her into the water, and used a soft towel to wash her body, gently rinsing away the traces of last night's lovemaking.

Seeing her silence, he gently turned her over, letting her grip the edge of the tub with both hands. He embraced her from behind, using his feet to pry open her legs and spread her thighs.

"You...you...what are you going to do?" This position finally made Pei Xiaolei crawl out of her shell! She looked up and tilted her head to ask the person behind her.

Neng Shang hugged her slender waist tighter and said calmly, "Take a bath!" On the other side, a large hand wrapped around her waist from behind, placed on her lower abdomen, and slowly explored downwards, covering her hair that was covered with love fluid and had congealed into a clump. His five fingers scratched and rubbed in the water, and the glued fluid slowly dissolved in the water. His two slender fingers then spread open the swollen petals, letting the warm water flow in, and his fingertips gently wiped the overlapping flower walls.

"Ugh...Third Senior Brother, no..." She shook her head and reflexively let go of one of the hands that was holding the edge of the pool. She hurriedly returned to her lower body and pressed Neng Shang's large hand tightly.

"Or...do it yourself!" Neng Shang's deep and seductive voice came from her ear. His large hand withdrew, leaving only her white fingers covering her private parts.

"No!" She immediately let go! Turning to face Neng Shang, her face flushed, she stared at him stubbornly, pouting. She refused to do something like masturbation in front of a man; it was too embarrassing!

"Then listen to me!" Neng Shang smiled and kissed her luscious lips. His strong hand tightly embraced her back, supporting her entire weight, while his other hand returned to its place. Taking advantage of Pei Xiaolei's infatuation with his kiss, he slipped a finger into her tight opening.

"Mmm..." She breathed softly in his mouth, her words immediately swallowed by Neng Shang, their lips and teeth pressed even closer together, their tongues intertwining.

His finger probed inch by inch, then withdrew, then probed again, then withdrew again. As her warm, moist body slowly relaxed, he slowly slipped in a second finger, bending the pad of his finger and gently kneading it inside her narrow opening.

"Mmm..." Her mouth was still tightly held, unable to speak. A familiar shiver ran through her body, and she could only wrap her arms around Neng Shang's neck, pressing her body close to his. She seemed to float in the water, as if all her reliance was on Neng Shang.

"Relax..." He released her mouth, patting Pei Xiaolei, whose eyes were slightly glazed and trembling, and gently comforted her. His two fingers were inserted into the middle of her private parts, the narrow inner walls contracting tightly, pushing them away. He dared not force his way in and could only stop there. She was already very tired yesterday, and he couldn't torment her again today.

"How...how can I relax?" Her slightly shrill voice was a little impatient. It seemed that her body didn't want to relax right now. Ripples of water gently washed over her body, the soft touch carrying subtle teasing sensations, indescribably comfortable. "Mmm..." She hugged Neng Shang tighter, moving her body closer to him, and couldn't help but let out a moan.

Neng Shang looked at her bewildered state, his deep, fox-like eyes slowly darkening. His long, slender fingers slowly withdrew from her trembling, narrow body. He pulled one of her hands down, dipped it into the water, and placed it over his swollen, aching member. She recoiled as if burned, but this time Neng Shang wasn't so easily appeased. He gripped her small hand tightly, pulled it back, and placed it over his swollen, red manhood again.

The burning heat transferred to her palm, the bulging veins seeming to flow with life.

"Do you want it?" he asked, his eyes filled with a deep, unyielding desire.

She looked back at him helplessly, reflexively shaking her head. But when she saw a flicker in his fox-like eyes, a wave of sorrow and guilt washed over her, and almost immediately, she quickly overturned her previous opinion, nodding repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. Alas… in the end, she couldn't bear to see the person she cared about heartbroken and dejected.

Seeing this turn of events, Neng Shang's lips curled into a slight smile. His fox-like eyes blinked, the gloom vanishing, replaced by a triumphant air. He gently cradled the back of her head and lowered his head for a deep, passionate French kiss. Taking advantage of Pei Xiaolei's dizziness from the kiss, he repeated his previous act, lifting one of her jade-like legs

and placing it on his waist. His large, hard member aimed at her flower-like opening and thrust in forcefully, penetrating to the very end. "Ugh..." she groaned softly. The immense force of the impact caused her to immediately lose her balance, tilting towards the water. Neng Shang pulled her close, holding her tightly in his arms. Her full, high, white breasts pressed softly against his firm chest.

At this moment, Pei Xiaolei had lost all support; the only place that gave her a sense of ground was the point where they were joined together. His thick, hard member inside her gave her a feeling that her entire life was being supported.

Neng Shang steadied her, and the enormous penis inside her stirred, beginning to slowly move. She clung tightly to his neck, and he steadily supported her hips. Warm water seeped into her body in waves with his movements, gently pattering against her inner walls, creating a wondrous feeling of returning to nature.

His movements were gentle, each thrust tender and slow, yet deep, his large penis determined to penetrate to the very depths, pressing against her sensitive areas before withdrawing. "Mmm... ah... ah..." she bit her lip lightly, breathing slightly rapidly. Her trembling, exhausted body rose and fell with his movements, a fine layer of sweat glistening on her rosy skin, mingling with the splashing hot spring water as it meandered across her smooth skin and dripped into the pool.

Neng Shan lightly kissed Pei Xiaolei's delicate, slightly parted lips, then moved to her rounded earlobe, saying in a low, pleasurable voice, "You can shout it out loud, there's no one here!" With that, one hand probed her private parts, sharply probing her erect clitoris. In the instant her gaze became dazed, his hips thrust forward, and the enormous member that had just withdrawn from her opening was forced back into her narrow body. The swollen, massive penis forcefully stretched open her tight vagina, and with each deep thrust, a tingling current of pleasure surged from her lower body, rapidly invading her limbs.

"Ah..." A gasp escaped her throat, and she couldn't help but scream, her body arching backward, her lower abdomen contracting rapidly. Suddenly, she clenched her legs tightly, her vagina contracting firmly.

"Ugh..." Neng Shan groaned deeply, his brows furrowing slightly. His penis, buried inside her, was being tightly gripped, the narrow, warm inner walls pressing in from all sides, as if trying to strangle and devour him.

She leaned close to his ear, gently bit it, and whispered, "There's no one here, you can shout out loud too!"

He looked at her in surprise, his fox-like eyes sparkling.

After a moment, he smiled, and she smiled too…

Author's Note: Oh my… this story actually made it onto the monthly charts! With my snail-paced update speed, it's a miracle I managed to get on that list…
Thank you everyone for your continued support and love, I'm so touched, thank you so much~~~
I've read every single comment carefully, and they all made me laugh so hard I was practically jumping for joy! Thank you all so much!!!

And then, 55555… I'm almost too embarrassed to say…
I'll be super busy for the next few weeks, swamped with little things…
Just to be on the safe side, you can check back at the end of the month or the beginning of May...
Waaaaah... I'm so sorry everyone, I'm crying...

Male beauty

is like a thin sheet of paper separating men and women! You can hear her voice, think of her, but never see her heart! If a man loves a woman, he will do everything he can to please her, whether physically or materially... Her every word and action affects his every nerve. It's said that women are easily driven mad by love, but that's not true. When a man encounters the woman he deeply loves, his infatuation can be just as devastating!

The thin sheet of paper between her and Nengshang was pierced overnight. The close proximity allowed them to live in each other's warmth. After that night, there was an extra pillow in her bed, and an extra man in her room. Every morning, she was awakened by the aroma of tea, did her makeup, and dressed. At night, they were entwined in tenderness, whispering sweet nothings.

It all felt so natural, as if it should have been this way all along.

He disliked her calling him "Senior Brother" when aroused, and after several unsuccessful protests, they finally reached an agreement in bed. Afterwards, Pei Xiaolei said, "Male allure is harmful!"

"The brothels here are truly extraordinary!" Pei Xiaolei lifted the curtains, looking out at the brightly lit, exquisitely decorated buildings lining both sides of the street, their doors flanked by numerous male and female prostitutes, dressed in flamboyant attire, their bodies swaying wildly! Truly befitting a town famous for its brothels and geisha. Even in broad daylight, the place was bustling with activity. Men and women of all kinds, some with flowing sleeves, some unsteady on their feet, some proudly raising their eyebrows, some meekly bowing… all crowded into the tallest, most luxurious, and most expensive brothel called "Peerless Beauty Pavilion"! A huge red banner hung outside the Peerless Beauty Pavilion, with the four gilded characters "Honeycomb Selection Champion" blatantly displayed, dazzling and eye-catching!

This town so openly flaunted male beauty, openly considering male prostitution fashionable! This truly sent a chill down Pei Xiaolei's spine, despite her supposedly knowledgeable upbringing in the information age! At the same time, the idea of men legally displaying their bodies greatly piqued her curiosity. Indeed, one of her wishes in the modern world was to one day earn a lot of money so she could travel abroad and watch men perform pole dancing and striptease.

Originally, after half of her body completely disappeared in the 21st century, she had given up on this idea. But now, suddenly, the opportunity to realize this wish was right in front of her. You really can't blame her for her current fervent and excited state!

"Shang, shall we go and see it later?" Pei Xiaolei lowered the curtain, turned around, and excitedly discussed it with Neng Shang!

Neng Shang, who had already tidied up the table full of account books and miscellaneous items, sat beside her, idly fanning himself with a golden fan. His slender, fox-like eyes flickered as he looked at her, his intentions unclear, a half-smile playing on his lips.

With a sharp "snap," a sense of unease immediately rose in her heart! Though a smile played on his lips, the coldness in his eyes gradually froze! A bad feeling!

"Okay!" The answer was unexpectedly readily given!

"Okay?" A man's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; such a decisive and abrupt reply made her somewhat hesitant to believe it. Lately, whenever someone inadvertently mentioned their other fellow disciples in front of them, his expression would change as drastically as the weather in March.

Neng Shang smiled and moved closer to her, turning her body around, taking the homemade charcoal pencil she was still clutching, and tossing it onto the table.

"You've stayed in the manor all year round, you haven't seen enough people. Go out and meet more people, it'll broaden your horizons!" He finished speaking, and his lips moved closer, gently kissing her. A large hand, however, expertly slipped inside her clothes, caressing her breasts, touching a triangular piece of fabric covering them. His narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his large hand moved around to her back, pulling the thin string, causing the bra to fall off. Her other hand immediately lifted her skirt and reached inside. She wasn't wearing any underwear; only a thin triangle of fabric covered her long, fair thighs. These past few days, she'd been bored, and from who-knows-where, she'd had a charcoal pencil made to her specifications. While traveling, she'd doodle in the carriage. These two designs, called "underwear," were what she'd conceived in the carriage. She'd sketched several designs and had them promoted among the women. After a month, the effect was remarkable; the women loved them.

He pulled her onto his lap, licking and kissing her down her neck and temples. His slender fingers probed inside her panties, his large hand rubbing and probing within the folds. After a moment, his slender middle finger, which had lingered at the entrance for a while, bent slightly and thrust forcefully into the warm crevice. "Mmm..." she groaned softly, her eyes flushed, looking at him with a hint of anger. Her body, however, did nothing to match her expression; she clung tightly to the man beneath her, tightening her lower abdomen. Only when he

felt his fingers overflowing with enough slippery love fluid did he stop the kiss—ostensibly a flirtatious kiss, but in reality, a ignition of passion throughout her body. His fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as he withdrew his now-wet, sticky fingers, moving them along her burning skin to her inner thighs. He untied the thin rope binding her thighs, and with a "snap," the delicate, semi-transparent, embroidered bikini bottoms—Pei Xiaolei's newly made and first-time try-on piece, brimming with ancient allure and already soaked with love fluid—were ruthlessly tossed aside by Neng Shang beside the chair. Then, he lifted her buttocks with one hand, gripped his longsword with the other, aimed, and thrust forward with a powerful, suppressed gasp. His massive sword plunged deep inside her, penetrating her core! He ravaged her narrow body! The cramped, confined space always gave him the feeling of teetering on the brink of life and death.

In the heat of passion, Neng Shang glanced inadvertently at the tattered fabric on the ground! He had actually forgotten to tell her that the dress she designed... men also liked!

"Ha... ah..." she gasped softly, her open dress revealing her breasts pressed against his equally half-open chest, their rounded curves rising and falling with their thrusts. The wide skirt covered their naked genitals, their private parts locked in intense intercourse.

Outside the magnificent carriage, the streets were bustling, the crowd clamoring. Conversations, hawking cries, even the solicitous calls of courtesans and male prostitutes—all were so close, so clear. On the street, merchants and pedestrians walked close to the carriage. If anyone couldn't resist the allure of this magnificent carriage, they only needed to gently lift the curtain, and in an instant, the entire scene of spring's beauty would unfold before their eyes.

Pei Xiaolei squinted, biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, afraid to make a sound. Her taut nerves couldn't suppress the increasingly violent pounding of her heart, her breathing heavy and rapid. Her dazed eyes followed the increasingly powerful thrusts and penetrations of the weapon beneath her skirt, the light blurring her vision.

Neng Shang, however, seemed insatiable, burying his face in her white breasts, his mouth opening to bite a cherry, licking it with his tongue, while one hand eagerly kneaded and played with her white breasts, his fingertips poking and circling the pink nipples.

"Mmm..." Pei Xiaolei groaned, glancing at him, then, unable to contain her anger, bit his shoulder hard, drawing blood.

That day, Neng Shang carried her out of the carriage like a baby, and she slept soundly for an entire day in the mansion. She missed the town's once-every-three-years grand event, the selection of the male courtesan champion!

Author's Note: This chapter has been heavily revised; those who have already read it should reread it!
Originally, I planned to combine this with the next chapter, but after thinking about it, I decided to make it a separate chapter!

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(Visiting brothels )

Pei Xiaolei had regretfully missed this once-in-three-years opportunity to legitimately and confidently comment on numerous handsome men in public, and she had pitifully sighed about it all day. So, when she learned about the upcoming courtesan competition, she immediately clasped her hands in a fist and made up her mind. This time, no matter what, she was going to join the fun and make up for missing out on seeing handsome men! Neng Shang, already feeling guilty, couldn't argue with her, so he obediently booked a private room at the Jueshe Pavilion, waiting for his young lady to arrive and satisfy her curiosity.

Early in the morning, after breakfast, Pei Xiaolei, dressed in a white scholar's robe, her face adorned with the skillful touch of Ziye, headed towards the Jueshe Pavilion. With a reluctant Neng Shang on her left, an excited Ruomei on her right, and a cool-looking Ziye following behind, the group marched in a grand procession towards their destination, the Jueshe Pavilion.

This metropolis called Yuncheng is truly a place of debauchery and extravagance. Its vibrant and trendy atmosphere, where unrestrained indulgence is everywhere, is palpable. Women in lightly dressed clothes and men reeking of alcohol frequently brush past them intimately. People of all skin colors and attire mingle among them. The cries of vendors and performers rise and fall. Gamblers have even started placing bets on who will be crowned the reigning queen of the year, and many are participating, with silver coins clattering across the tables.

Yuncheng is located on the northern border of Liaoning, bordering the State of Chu to the left and the desert to the right. Agriculture and forestry are scarce, and most of its food and supplies must be purchased and stored from various places. Its most distinctive feature is its abundance of beautiful women. In just a few decades, over a dozen courtesans have entered the imperial palaces of Qin and Chu, some even rising to the rank of imperial concubine. Many of these courtesans later entered officialdom through other means, and countless others have entered the homes of the powerful and wealthy.

This is why the triennial flower queen selection attracts numerous wealthy and powerful merchants from various countries who come to buy the top three male and female flower queens for personal connections. This once barren and desolate land has become prosperous and thriving thanks to its outstanding people, allowing many to escape the hunger and hardship of a life dependent on the weather and the land.

Pei Xiaolei's goal for this trip—the miraculous flower that could neutralize the domineering martial arts within her—might grow here.

However, at this moment, nothing is more important than seeing a beautiful woman! Flowers, however beautiful, don't have legs, but if she misses this beauty today, she'll have to wait another three years. Becoming a flower thief is one thing; she can decide later after seeing the beauty.

Standing before the entrance to the Pavilion of Exquisite Beauty, Pei Xiaolei's eyes lit up. Her beautiful eyes darted around, watching the young ladies and maids passing by. This brazen gaze, however, attracted no attention from the ladies. This young scholar from Jiangnan, though handsome and youthful, was far less appealing than the two dashing men beside him. In no time, a group of beautiful women bypassed her, crowding around and trying to pull the two handsome men inside. The two men, however, were quite adept; with a few deft moves, they effortlessly evaded the dozens of delicate hands pulling at them.

Suddenly, a drumbeat rang out, and the previously noisy crowd at the entrance surged into the Pavilion of Exquisite Beauty with eager expressions. It seemed the aspiring courtesans were beginning their performance. In what appeared to be only a blink of an eye, Pei Xiaolei, Neng Shang, Zi Ye, and Ruomei, who had been standing dumbfounded at the entrance, stunned by the scene before her, remained. Pei Xiaolei slowly folded up the smaller gold fan given to her by a certain fox-eyed man, shook her head with a smile, and stepped forward. With a "smack," she woke up her bodyguard, who had been clamoring to come along to broaden his horizons, but was now standing at the gate, mouth agape, drooling, looking like a sleepwalker.

The aspiring courtesans of the Peerless Beauty Pavilion were indeed exceptional! Besides being skilled in singing and dancing, they were also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and prose. Their figures were diverse, each with its own unique beauty, greatly catering to and satisfying different aesthetic tastes from various countries and regions.

However, Pei Xiaolei was currently feeling somewhat aggrieved; her mood for admiring the beauties had been greatly diminished! She didn't know which busybody was so sharp-eyed, recognizing the wealthy merchant from afar. With a loud shout, the entire place erupted in commotion, and soon, courtesans, beauties, wealthy merchants, and powerful figures flocked to greet them and try to establish connections.

Looking at Ruomei, who was already sweating profusely from serving tea and water to these beauties and dignitaries in the private room, and then at Nengshang, who remained calm and composed with a smile throughout, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest and lost her interest.

She got up and walked out of the increasingly crowded private room, with Ziye following closely behind her in silence. They

had only walked about a hundred meters from the Jueshe Pavilion when she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Without turning around, a gust of air swept past, and Nengshang was already in front of her. The shrewd and eloquent merchant from before was gone; the man in front of her was looking at her anxiously, touching her forehead and asking nervously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I'm fine, it's just too stuffy in there, I came out for a walk!" She pulled his large hand off her forehead and forced a smile.

"Oh, is that so? Then I'll walk around with you!" Ignoring the various gazes around them, he took her hand and walked side by side, smiling.

After taking only a few steps, Pei Xiaolei suddenly stopped, looked seriously at Neng Shang, and said, "Brothels are no good. From now on, let's not come here!"

His lively fox-like eyes fixed on her, his gaze slowly darkening, all traces of frivolity vanishing. "Okay!"

Author's Note: My synopsis
's explanation of terms: NP means: Hello everyone, this is the first line. P means: One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand!
Hmm... I'm increasingly convinced of how well I wrote my synopsis! Isn't it so indirect and profound, so thought-provoking? (Bricks rain down on her head)! ~~~Running away with an eggshell on her head~~

Ruomei's fist .

Although Ruomei followed Neng Shang's pace, their speed was clearly far apart. Seeing that Neng Shang was already a hundred meters away from her mistress, she had only just stepped out of the Jueshe Tower's gate.

She slightly gathered her breath, leaping forward, trying to use her lightness skill to catch up. Then, "Bang..." a heavy blow, and she was knocked to the ground!

Several tall servants rushed over and helped the boy who had been bumped into her to his feet. The boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was hastily helped up, but as soon as he regained his footing, he shook off the servants and immediately began to hurl insults at Ruomei: "You lowly commoner... how dare you be so blind as to offend this young master?"

"You're the lowly commoner!" Ruomei quickly stood up, dusted herself off, and retorted defiantly, looking back at the boy. She was joking, wasn't she, the head maid of the most prestigious manor in the world, someone outsiders could casually insult?

"Shrew, since you dare to talk back to the young master, beat her up!" Before the boy could reply, a tall, stern-eyed burly man standing next to him impatiently interrupted, shouting. The boy hesitated, opening his mouth as if to say something, but several burly men behind him rushed out, surrounding Ruomei and beating her without warning.

A moment later…

“Enough…this shrew doesn’t deserve this…” Before the boy could finish speaking, the group of burly men who had been punching and kicking Ruomei suddenly collapsed to the ground, screaming like pigs being slaughtered.

Ruomei clapped her hands, raised her head, and raised her eyebrows contemptuously. She grabbed the burly men lying at her feet and kicked them a couple more times, saying with a touch of heroic indignation, “Hit me? Don’t you know your place?” After a moment, she suddenly thought for a moment, then moved closer with murderous intent and kicked each of them a few more times. Amidst the screams of pain, she lectured, “I’ll teach you bastards how to hit a woman!”

The boy was momentarily stunned. The tall, stern-eyed thug who had been shouting the loudest and most enthusiastically was now speechless, and could only shield the boy behind him, staring warily at the woman kicking and beating his subordinates. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He hadn't even seen how she had done it, yet several burly men had been knocked to the ground! This girl-like woman was no ordinary person. Having kicked the men on the ground enough, the woman turned to look at the two instigators and walked towards them step by step.

A sinister smile played on her lips, her entire being shrouded in a chilling aura of killing intent. With each step she took, death seemed to draw ever closer. Under such gazes, the once arrogant, haughty thug lost even the courage to cry for help, and could only await his judgment in despair.

"Ruomei, stop..." These four simple words reached their ears like heavenly music.

"Young Master...!!!" Ruomei froze for a moment, her eyes suddenly blinking, all the ferocity gone! Instantly, a pair of bright, innocent doe eyes blinked, tears welling up as she ran towards her young mistress, tearfully complaining, "Young Master, they bullied me!"

Pei Xiaolei ignored the astonished and incredulous expressions of the two, embracing the sobbing Ruomei who had rushed into her arms, gently comforting her. Her eyes glanced at the group of half-corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and she sighed, somewhat understanding.

At this moment, Neng Shang, who had been smiling beside Pei Xiaolei, suddenly snapped open his signature gold fan. All eyes turned to him. He stepped forward, walked to the two men who had just relaxed, and gave a slight scholar's bow, saying, "Young Master Tang, Steward Han, my maid is ignorant and has offended you!" The haughty burly man

called Steward Han's eyes lit up immediately upon seeing Neng Shang. Before his master could speak, he preemptively spoke, plastered a smile on his face, and humbly bowed his head, performing a full bow to Neng Shang, saying, "I dare not accept such praise, I dare not accept such praise. Young Master Pei, you are too kind. It's just a misunderstanding, a small misunderstanding. Please forgive this young lady!" After saying this, he even turned to Ruomei and bowed halfway, apologizing as well.

Ruomei stuck out her tongue, ignored him, and continued to bury her head in her young lady's arms.

Neng Shang was a first-rate social butterfly, so handling this small matter was effortless for him. A moment later, Steward Han respectfully bid them farewell, kicked the servant who had been lying on the ground awake, and coaxed the young Prince Tang, who had been looking down at people with his chin held high, into the carriage before speeding away.

Pei Xiaolei thought this fifteen or sixteen-year-old prince was just a passerby on her journey, a minor incident. She never imagined that this boy, whom she would forget in the blink of an eye, would make her journey so complicated and bumpy.

Encountering kidnappers:

Ever since Neng Shang accidentally exposed himself at the Jueshe Pavilion, he had practically lost his freedom and most of his private time. From morning till night, invitations and banquets poured in. Let alone the local merchants, just entertaining the dignitaries from various countries gathered for the courtesan election was enough to keep him busy.

During her time away from the manor, Pei Xiaolei often shared 21st-century business philosophies and management models with Neng Shang. At only eighteen, she had never truly experienced the business world, regardless of the era. She didn't believe she had the ability to dominate an unfamiliar field based solely on book knowledge. Therefore, she mostly engaged in theoretical discussions, figuring out how to combine these business insights with the realities of the era to maximize their effectiveness and efficiency—that was the domain of the business prodigy, Neng Shang. Of course, with Neng Shang's sharp business acumen and keen business sense, almost every doodle and idea she wrote down was thoroughly analyzed and put into practice.

Thus, no matter how busy or tired Neng Shang was, Pei Xiaolei, the secretly traveling head of the Pei family, a hidden idler and non-professional, couldn't help him with public relations and professional matters.

Every day, early in the morning, poor Neng Shang began his daily grind of handling affairs and meeting various figures. Pei Xiaolei, meanwhile, dragged Ziye and Ruomei along as they wandered around, whiling away the days. After exploring every street and alley of the city, indulging in all sorts of delicacies and local snacks, finally, on a satisfying afternoon, she set her gaze on the vast land behind the city.

A carriage, carrying two or three beautiful women, traveled along the empty road, feeling light and carefree.

If the oncoming carriage had slowed down and aimed more precisely, avoiding a collision, the three of them would have enjoyed their entire day in this pleasant mood.

"Miss, hold on tight!" Xiao Ziye shouted, tightening the reins and urging the two horses pulling the carriage to dodge the oncoming vehicle. Inside the swaying carriage, Pei Xiaolei clung tightly to Ruomei, who gripped her sword firmly, her gaze resolute.

A horse neighed, followed by a loud crash. Their carriage narrowly avoided disaster, but the oncoming carriage wasn't so lucky. It overturned, slid several meters across the road, crashed into a large tree, and broke in two.

Ruomei helped Pei Xiaolei, still dizzy from the jolting, out of the carriage and walked towards the wrecked carriage ahead.

Xiao Ziye had already pulled the people out of the carriage. Strangely, besides the seriously injured middle-aged man driving, there was a group of five- or six-year-old children inside. Fortunately, apart from two children who suffered minor injuries, the others were unharmed. They were probably quite frightened, huddled together in twos and threes, looking at them with fear.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!" Pei Xiaolei squatted down in front of them, offering them some snacks she had taken from her carriage, smiling as she spoke.

They initially didn't accept her kindness, instead looking at her warily. Only when Pei Xiaolei's smile became somewhat stiff did a bold boy step forward, take the food from her, and amidst the expectant gazes of the other children, take a bite, chew a few times, and, finding it alright, snatch the remaining food from her hand and distribute it to the other children. In an instant, the children all wolfed it down.

"Eat slowly, there's plenty more here!" Ruomei, her eyes red, had already brought over all the edible spoils from their shopping trip.

No need to ask further; the indentures found on the driver's body spoke volumes. These children were commodities trafficked by human traffickers. Strangely, not all of these children were from this area; many of the indentures listed the children as being registered residents of the Qin and Chu states.

What was this? An international human trafficking ring?

Pei Xiaolei stood up, clenching her fists, her eyes red. Yes, she was angry. Although human trafficking was common in this era, the reality before her still filled her with grief and indignation.

“Sister! We weren’t sold by our families!” The bolder boy tugged at her sleeve, looked into her eyes, pointed at the badly injured coachman lying on the ground, and mustered his courage to shout, “We were captured by them!”

“What? Captured?” Pei Xiaolei frowned, about to ask more questions, when a large carriage, looking exactly like the overturned one, came rushing towards them from afar. The children, terrified, all hid behind them, clinging to each other.

The carriage indeed stopped in front of them, and the door opened, revealing several tall, burly men and a fat middle-aged woman.

“Oh dear… thank goodness these children are all alright… thank God!” The woman pulled a handkerchief from her bosom, pretended to wipe her eyes, and ran towards the group of children.

“Oh dear… Grandma, you… you… what are you doing?” The woman stopped, her legs trembling as she looked at the sword pressed against her neck.

“These children, you stole them?” A cold voice came from behind Ruomei.

“Nonsense! Who’s making this up? Heaven and earth bear witness, these little devils were bought with our hard-earned money, taels of gold and silver!”

“You’re lying! You’re the one who kidnapped us!” the boy shouted back. Seeing someone take the lead, the other children chimed in.

With so many voices and the sudden sharpness of the sword piercing her neck, the woman’s earlier bravado softened considerably. She stammered to Pei Xiaolei and the others, “I…I can talk this out. You…you let me go first, and I can give you money! Lots of money…”

"Watch out!" Before Pei Xiaolei could finish speaking, Ruomei was knocked aside by a large knife, the blade sharply shifting, saving the woman from being struck.

Ruomei watched as her subordinates blocked the sword, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with chilling coldness, a sinister smile playing on her lips. She swung her sword at the gray-clad man who had dared to steal her prey.

To be fair, the gray-clad man's martial arts were superior. However, after barely managing to withstand a dozen or so of Ruomei's moves, he was already showing signs of fatigue, several times forced to dodge Ruomei's sword with a clumsy, near-fatal ferocity. Ruomei, on the other hand, grew stronger with each attack; towards the end, it was less of a martial arts fight and more like she was toying with a mouse.

The woman, having probably realized the problem, shouted to the men behind her, "What are you all still standing here for? Kill them!" Upon hearing the order, the men immediately drew their swords and charged towards Pei Xiaolei.

Xiao Ziye stepped forward, swiftly drawing her soft sword from her waist and shielding Pei Xiaolei behind her.

"Sister, the bad guy is getting away!" a little maidservant cried anxiously, tugging at her sleeve and pointing at the woman climbing onto the carriage to escape.

Ruomei and Xiao Ziye were both entangled and couldn't break free for the time being. With a determined heart, she told the children to stay far away, picked up a fallen sword, and ran towards the carriage.

"Get down here!" Pei Xiaolei threatened, slashing her sword at the carriage railing.

The woman smiled coldly, suddenly pulling a sharp blade from under her skirt and thrusting it at her, shouting, "If you die, I'll get down!"

Pei Xiaolei dodged nimbly, leaping onto the carriage as well. Although Pei Xiaolei hadn't practiced martial arts, she had watched her senior brothers and sisters practice swordsmanship since childhood, and she remembered some of the techniques.

After several rounds of swordplay, the plump woman, who knew a little martial arts, was forced off the carriage.

The woman glanced at the gleaming sword pointed at her chest, then looked up at Pei Xiaolei and said fiercely, "Don't be so smug!" Suddenly, she drew her sword and plunged it deep into the belly of the horse pulling the carriage. Blood gushed from the horse's belly. Startled and in pain, the horse neighed and charged madly towards the cliff ahead, pulling the carriage.

"Miss..." Ruomei and Xiao Ziye cried out in unison, turning to leap away, but their opponent suddenly seemed divinely aided, attacking them recklessly with unrestrained swordsmanship, managing to intercept them.

After several flashes of swords, the ground was littered with dismembered corpses, and the pungent stench of blood filled the wilderness.

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