[Wuxia] April in the Human World (Complete) - 12

Chapter 42 Preventing Problems

Before They Arise In the quiet afternoon, the pale sunlight slanted across the layered buildings, making the jade-white stone bridge and verdant flowers and trees reflect a dazzling pale luster.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the delicate, tinkling sound of wind chimes rang out from under the eaves. The sound carried far, even through a building.

In a secluded corner among the ornately decorated buildings, my body was pressed tightly against my father's chest and the wall. Another gust of wind swept in, lifting a few strands of my long hair, which clung to my father's handsome face and high nose.

This intimate posture shouldn't be between my father and me, yet we repeatedly performed the same actions and scenarios every few days. This scene made me extremely irritable, and often I felt like smashing things to vent my anger. It felt as if a stone was lodged in my heart, causing me intermittent pain.

"Father, please don't always be like this, okay?"

Father's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes lowered, and then he slightly curved his thin, watery lips, saying, "Does Shu'er hate me that much?"

I reached up and rubbed my throbbing temples, frowning. "Father, you understand what I mean!"

"I've said I'm going to have you, Shu'er, why are you struggling in vain?" Father's expression was gloomy, and three fingers of his left hand slowly traced my cheek in time with his words.

"Enough!" I slapped away Father's hand that was touching my cheek.

My eyes stung with anger, as if I was about to cry. "Father, I'm your daughter, your daughter! I beg you, I beg you, please forgive me..." The longer I lingered with Father, the more dirty I felt, having repeatedly had that kind of relationship with my own father under duress.

"Don't be sad!" With that, Father's lips suddenly pressed against mine, his tongue forcefully prying them open and swirling inside my mouth.

"Mmm...no...mmm..." I struggled desperately, pushing and hitting Father's shoulders, but to him it was like a painless massage; he let me fight for a long time without even flinching.

"Mmm..." I gradually lost my strength to struggle, and could only let Father hold me tightly and kiss me deeply.

"Shu'er, don't you like this feeling too? If you like it, why refuse?" Father half-closed his eyes, his face pressed against mine, whispering softly.

I turned my head slightly, avoiding Father's burning gaze, my voice trembling, "Father, following the natural order and moral principles is my nature. This relationship with you makes me feel guilty and ashamed." As I finished speaking, a tear welled up in my eye and slowly rolled down my cheek.

Father gently wiped away my tears with his index finger, staring at me with an extremely serious expression. "Shu'er, you don't need to care about those worldly views. Follow your heart, and you'll live a more carefree life."

Lately, Father and I have been going on about this topic. I begged him to let me go, but he never took my pleas seriously. I wondered if I had to resort to drastic measures to get rid of his endless harassment.

"It's been so long since I've had your body. I want you so much, so much, so much..." Father said, while reaching through my clothes to stroke my pubic area.

"No—" I shoved my father's unruly hand away, my irritated emotions making me blurt out, "Father, if you think incest is exciting, you can go find my sister! I think with my sister's carefree attitude and her complete obedience to you, she shouldn't refuse you!"

*Slap!* My father slapped me hard across the face, coldly demanding, "What nonsense are you spouting?!"

I covered my stinging cheek, slowly raising my eyes to see my father glaring at me with a dark expression.

I smiled, a faint sneer on my lips, "If Father hadn't tasted the thrill of forbidden pleasures, why would he be clinging to me like this! Since Father only likes forbidden things, then what's the difference between Baili Yanran and me towards you? Or has Father always only considered Baili Yanran his daughter and me an outsider?!" These days of being tormented by my father have been agonizing; if this continues, I'll eventually break down!

"Shu'er!" Father narrowed his eyes, staring at me dangerously, his chest heaving rapidly, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, clearly struggling to suppress his anger.

"Don't call me that! Did I say something wrong? Is it because Father has fallen in love with his daughter that he keeps pestering her?"

Hearing this, Father's expression faltered slightly, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye. He said very seriously, "Shu'er, I truly love you."

"Father, what you're saying is utterly ridiculous!" Although Father used 'love' instead of 'like,' I still found the word 'love' laughable. "Back then, Father made me fake my death, ostensibly to prevent Feng Yu from using this to cause trouble, but in reality, it was for your own reputation!" What imperial fear?! What consideration for the greater good?! I suspected that all the reasons Father gave me back then were lies; he made me fake my death simply to protect his own reputation. “What kind of mentality could a father who cherishes his reputation so much be having with me? I bet he’s just seeking thrills and wants to play with Shu’er.”

“Shu’er, shut up!” The veins on my father’s forehead bulged and sank, clearly indicating extreme anger.

“Tch! I didn’t say anything wrong, why should I shut up?! Does my father dare to publicly reveal our current relationship in front of the world?!” I looked at my father coldly, the deeper my thoughts went, the colder my heart sank.

“Shu—” Just as my father opened his mouth to answer, a slight rustling of branches came from the lush bushes not far from the corner of the wall.

My father’s eyes flickered, his expression instantly changing, and then I heard him exclaim in surprise, “Yan’er?!”

I was so shocked that I quickly turned my head and saw Baili Yanran staring at us in fear. Seeing that her whereabouts had been exposed, she immediately turned and ran away…

My face turned pale, and my mind went blank for a moment.

Our relationship has been discovered?! A wave of despair surged from my feet to my heart. I felt weak all over, as if I were floating in the air…

I stared blankly at the spot where Bai Liyanran had just been standing, my whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Father turned around and, seeing my reaction, his face changed drastically. He anxiously reached out and cupped my face, his eyes fixed on mine, blaming himself with remorse, “Damn it! It’s all my fault for being distracted and not noticing someone approaching!” Father paused, then gently comforted me, “Shu’er, don’t be afraid. Leave this to Father. Go inside first, I’ll come back for you later.”

At that moment, Father’s words couldn’t register in my head; my body was stiff and unable to move.

Father frowned with worry. He sighed softly, gently lowered his head, and kissed my lips hard, murmuring, "It'll be alright, Shu'er, you have to believe me!"

"Father..." I came to my senses, my lips trembling violently, my hands clutching Father's clothes tightly as if grasping at a lifeline.

"Good girl! Don't overthink it~" Father gently stroked my face with his palm, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and chuckled, "Didn't you just ask Father to announce our relationship to the whole world? Why are you so scared now?"

"Father! Even at a time like this, you still have the mind to tease me!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.

"Shu'er, don't cry~" Father reached out and wiped away the tears on my cheeks, chuckling softly, "It was my carelessness that caused Shu'er to suffer. I really shouldn't have done that."

"Father, don't worry about me, go after Yanran!" As soon as my mind regained a little of its ability to think, I anxiously pushed Father's body away.

"Alright." Father nodded, but after taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Don't worry, go inside and wait for me to come back." With that, Father used his light-footed skill to leap up, his

toes barely touching the branches, and disappeared before my eyes… As soon as Father left, I could no longer support myself and collapsed, my palms pressed against the cold floor tiles, my heart pounding fiercely. Although Father told me not to worry, how could I not worry?

Just thinking about what would happen if Mother and Brother found out made me want to die. Especially my mother; if she knew that Father and I had done that, how could I face my mother who had always doted on me, except for death?

Today Baili Yanran saw us, tomorrow who knows who might see us? Besides, there are no secrets that stay hidden forever; even the most secretive things will leave traces over time. The more

I thought about it, the more panicked I became, my palms sweating profusely. No! I had to break off this abnormal relationship with my father before the news got out.

Chapter 43 As Expected (Minor Revision)

Thanks to my father's timely intervention, the matter that day naturally faded away. However, I always felt awkward whenever I saw Baili Yanran afterward. Whenever she glanced at me, I instinctively turned my face away, avoiding the disdain and scrutiny in her eyes…

“Miss, Granny Zhou from the First Madam's courtyard says she needs to see you.” Xiao Bi interrupted my reverie as she entered from outside.

I was slightly taken aback. What did someone from the First Madam's courtyard want?

I slowly raised my eyes, lowered the book that was blocking my view but which I hadn't been reading, and said to Xiao Bi, “Please invite her in.” Granny Zhou was an old servant in the First Madam's courtyard, highly regarded by her. I naturally had to be polite to someone of importance in the First Madam's household, so I used the word 'invite' instead of the more casual 'call'.

"Hmm," Xiao Bi responded, turning briskly to lead the others in.

A moment later, Xiao Bi led Granny Zhou in. Granny Zhou curtsied to me, saying, "Greetings, Miss."

I smiled and replied, "No need for formalities, Granny. Sit down and let's talk." Then I looked at Xiao Bi and said, "Xiao Bi, go and make a cup of tea."

"Yes," Xiao Bi curtsied in response. In private, I dislike people around me being too formal, but in public, I must maintain a certain 'Miss's dignity' to avoid gossip and upsetting my mother. Still relying on my own hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... with a rhythmic and irresistible feel! Click to enter.

"This old servant thanks Miss for offering a seat." Granny Zhou clasped her hands in front of her, bowed to me, then straightened up, looked up at me, and said with a smile, "This old servant has come today on the orders of the Madam to invite Miss to dinner in the garden. The Madam said that the family hasn't had a meal together for quite some time, and today, since Master and Young Master are home, it's a good opportunity for them to get together."

I lowered my eyes. Although Father had retired from the court, he wasn't completely indifferent to everything. After all, supporting a large group of people required money. So, Father had been busy with business for the past month and rarely had time to come here to visit me. The thought of facing Father and Baili Yanran again later made me uncontrollably irritable.

I frowned slightly, then relaxed, gently lifting my eyes to regain my smile, and said, "I understand. Please trouble Granny to tell Madam I'll be there immediately after I've washed and dressed." Madam was my father's first wife, second only to him in the Baili family. She appeared approachable and gentle on the surface, but in reality, she was a cunning and shrewd woman, not to be trifled with. As long as I remained in the Baili family, I couldn't offend her. I felt a pang of sadness; this was the helplessness of being born out of wedlock.

"Yes," Granny Zhou curtsied again, "Then this old servant will take her leave."

"Hmm," I nodded, responding softly, "Xiao Bi, see Granny out."

"Yes, Miss," Xiao Bi replied, lowering her eyes, and then led Granny Zhou out of the house.

**

The winter sun felt indescribably gentle and soft on the skin, very comfortable.

In the garden, Madam and Mother were already seated in their chairs. I walked over and curtsied to my aunt, then lightly walked to my mother and sat down beside her.

My mother looked up and smiled gently at me, and I returned her smile.

My mother asked, "Why are you so late?"

Hearing her ask this, I felt a pang of sadness; the status of concubines in this era was not high. In recent years, because of me, my father had treated my mother much better than before. But while my mother was happy, she still lived cautiously, fearing that the slightest mistake would cause everything she had gained to vanish.

I playfully stuck out my tongue at my mother and whispered in her ear,

"Getting ready always takes some time, but thankfully I'm not too late. Father, brother, and sister haven't arrived yet."

"You," my mother looked up and smiled gently at me, whispering, "You need to be quicker when you get ready in the future."

"I know, Mother~" I affectionately took my mother's arm, lazily acting spoiled.

My mother glanced at me and scolded, "Take it to heart, don't just agree with me verbally."

"Yes, yes. I will definitely keep Mother's words deep in my heart~" I replied with a smile.

After whispering a few more words to my mother, we fell silent. Although it was just a regular meal, our quiet conversation only added to the warm atmosphere of the 'home' (it was a way of giving face to the eldest aunt, showing in front of the many servants how happy and harmonious the family was under her 'gentle and kind' and 'virtuous' management). But we couldn't leave the eldest aunt out of the way for too long. So, my mother started chatting with the eldest aunt, and I occasionally chimed in with a word or two. To the servants who didn't know the situation, this scene was naturally an enviable blessing.

I didn't like this kind of life to begin with, and with my father's nagging these days, I felt even more annoyed and disgusted with my current life.

Actually, over the years I've secretly saved quite a bit of money. It's more than enough to buy a house outside, so my mother and I can live peacefully until we're old. If I were a little more naive, I would have chosen to take my mother out to live without hesitation. But I'm not at that age where I don't know my place. The outside world in this era isn't suitable for a woman to live alone. This is one of the reasons why I didn't hesitate to return to the very restrictive Baili family after discovering that Chang Kongyu had married another woman.

Gu Chen and Han Yi, who volunteered to be my servants, treated me very well. They are capable of making me independent, and it's not that I hadn't considered using them to live independently. But in the end, I forced myself to give up that idea. Because Gu Chen and Han Yi are just two people whose backgrounds I don't know. I don't know anything about their origins or backgrounds. Many things cannot be judged by appearances alone. The human heart is the most difficult thing to see clearly. Even my biological father in this life, I only recently learned his true colors, let alone Gu Chen and Han Yi, two strangers I met later in life. I always felt that no one in this world would treat another kindly for no reason; their closeness to me must have some unspeakable secret…

Moreover… My thoughts paused. I slowly turned my head, gazing intently at my mother. And my mother deeply loved my father; taking her away from him was absolutely impossible…

Lost in thought, I suddenly heard an old woman call out, “Madam, look! Master, Eldest Young Master, Second Young Miss is coming from the lotus pond!”

Then I heard my brother’s hearty laughter coming from a distance, “Haha~ Sister, you’re so naughty. A turtle can’t turn over on its back; do you want it to die of thirst by the lotus pond?”

"Who told it to climb into the middle of the road and scare me! But I won't be so cruel, I'll turn it over once I've calmed down..." That was Baili Yanran's voice.

"This girl, being naughty again." The old lady looked up at the pond and laughed.

I turned my head and met the eyes of my father and brother, who were both looking at me.

Because my brother was watching, I could only smile at them, and just as I was about to turn my gaze away, I happened to meet Baili Yanran's cold eyes, which were filled with ice.

I suppressed my smile and reached out to pick up a piece of soft cake and put it in my mouth.

My brother walked in front of Baili Yanran, while Baili Yanran walked gracefully in front of my father.

They gradually approached.

Suddenly, Baili Yanran tripped over a stone, letting out a soft cry of "Ouch!" as she fell backward. Her father, who was walking behind her, reacted quickly and caught her, gently cradling her in his arms. Once

Baili Yanran was steady, her father withdrew his hand from her shoulder. He said calmly, "How could you be so careless?"

Baili Yanran bit her lower lip, her delicate face as pale as paper. She looked up at her father pitifully, her expression a mixture of tears and hope. This beautiful woman, so frightened, looked so distressed that even I, as a woman, felt a pang of sympathy; how much more so a man?

Upon seeing this, the old woman hurriedly stood up, rushed over, and grabbed Baili Yanran's small hand, scolding, "You wild girl, don't you watch where you're going? If your father hadn't been behind you today, who knows how badly you would have fallen!"

...

I frowned deeply. The direction Baili Yanran had fallen in was too strange. If she had really tripped over a stone by accident, according to the principle of gravity, her body should have fallen forward, not backward into her father's arms! -- This was clearly something Baili Yanran had done on purpose. Her 'seduction' should have been flawless, but perhaps she had never tripped over a stone before, so she didn't understand which direction she should fall if she really did. Otherwise, judging from her impeccable acting skills and pale face, I really wouldn't have discovered her true 'intentions'.

Baili Yanran actually had feelings for her father that she shouldn't have?! Although this matter seemed absurd, it was exactly what I expected. —A man as exceptionally handsome and powerful as Father is hard for any woman to resist once she gets to know him (Bai Li Yanran has known Father for over ten years). Furthermore, Bai Li Yanran has always deeply admired Father, and seeing how he treated me... how could this not stir her heart?

Even I can see this, so how could Father, a man of such shrewdness, not see it? What is Father's attitude towards Bai Li Yanran's hidden affection? Could Father be moved by such a beautiful, passionate, and vibrant woman? Thinking this

, I couldn't help but shift my gaze, intently staring at Father, trying to find a trace of something unusual in his calm expression. But I was ultimately disappointed, because Father's expression remained natural, without the slightest hint of unusual emotion.

Then I shook my head violently, suddenly finding it amusing. What am I worrying about? If Father had shifted his attention, I should be happy, not feeling this abnormal emotion like jealousy.

Just as I was about to look away from Father, he suddenly raised his head. His dark eyes met mine, and for some reason, he paused, clearly stunned. After several seconds, his blank expression changed, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Seeing Father's sudden change in expression, I was startled, then immediately realized that I had shown my inner turmoil on my face, which was why Father reacted with such surprise and delight. Father's surprise and delight, however, made me extremely agitated. Unexpectedly, this agitation caused me to lose control of my emotions, and I tore the silk handkerchief in my hand.

"Shu'er, what's wrong?"

I slowly turned around and looked at my mother, whose face had turned pale because of me. I couldn't help but feel guilty. What was I thinking? Father is my mother's husband, my biological father! How could I have developed such inappropriate feelings for him?

"No." I shook my head and replied with a smile.

"..." Mother opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back.

"Mother, I'm really fine." Looking at Mother's worried eyes, I knew she had misunderstood; she misunderstood that I was envious of Baili Yanran's favor. But I couldn't point it out, nor could I.

"Shu'er, what's wrong today? You seem very unhappy." While my mother and I were talking, Father had already walked very close to me.

I looked up, my eyes coldly fixed on Father. I was sure Father was deliberately provoking me!! If it were just Father and me alone, I wouldn't pay attention to Father's malicious teasing, but today there were so many people around, and if I didn't reply, it would seem strange. So I smiled and said, "No, not at all! It's just that I haven't seen Father and Brother for a long time, so my expression was a bit stiff from being so excited. I didn't expect Father to make fun of me like this." Anyway, everyone except Father and Mother had their attention focused on Baili Yanran, so no one saw my expression. So I could say whatever I wanted now. (At this moment, I felt a little relieved that everyone's attention had been on Baili Yanran. Otherwise, even if they didn't think of me and Father in that way, they would still misinterpret the meaning behind my expression and my eyes.)

"Is that so?" Father raised an eyebrow and chuckled, lifting his robe to sit down beside me.

My heart tightened again. How could Father sit in this position next to me? Then it dawned on me: Father's 'malicious' provocation was just a way to get him to sit next to me 'naturally' by talking to me. (We were sitting on a long bench, long enough for four people.)

I frowned, but my father's actions undoubtedly made me appear cunning to everyone. They would think that I had deliberately used an unhappy expression and almost flattering language to lure him to sit next to me. My father

tilted his head, his dark eyes shining as he stared at me, continuing, "I'm truly happy to be remembered by my Shu'er."

I picked up the silk handkerchief, feigning shyness as I covered my mouth and chuckled, saying, "Father, business seems quite busy lately? Shu'er hasn't seen you for almost a month." Unable to withstand the teasing, I could only subtly change the subject.

My father lowered his gaze to my handkerchief, slowly twirling it between two fingers, feigning displeasure as he frowned, "Have I mistreated Shu'er? Why didn't you replace her handkerchief when it was torn?"

I suddenly realized that my father's 'malice' hadn't stopped after achieving his goal. He's definitely retaliating for my lie that I haven't seen Father for almost a month.

I pretended to be startled, waved the handkerchief in my hand, and exclaimed in feigned surprise, "Oh dear~ I was perfectly fine before I left home. I guess I was so eager to see Father, Aunt, Mother, Brother, and Sister that I walked so fast that I didn't even notice my handkerchief got torn."

"Our little sister Shu'er is quite the scatterbrain," my brother said.

I looked up and winked at my brother as if to express my 'thank you'.

My brother smiled and raised his left eyebrow at me as if to say 'you're welcome'.

I chuckled, and seeing everyone looking at me, I pretended to be embarrassed after my mischievous act was discovered, lowered my eyebrows, and sat up straight.

Seeing this, the old woman shook her head and laughed, "You children are all naughty. Yan'er flipped the turtle upside down, and Shu'er, you secretly made faces at your brother..."

The servants around chuckled softly, and then the mother also chuckled softly.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It turned out everyone was trying so hard to pretend. Even though it wasn't funny at all, just because it was the old lady who spoke, everyone laughed as if it were a joke that would make your teeth ache.

I didn't know whether to call it ridiculous or pathetic, but their reactions at least covered up my embarrassment. It allowed me to find a breath of air amidst my father's aggressive pressure…

Chapter 044 On the Mandarin Duck Pillow (Forbidden)

It was already afternoon when I returned from the garden. Dealing with my father in front of everyone had left me exhausted.

Dragging my limp body, I sat on the couch by the window. After Xiao Bi helped me take off my shoes, I waved for her to stand up and took off my socks myself. I usually don't like wearing socks; I find it uncomfortable to have my feet wrapped up. But in the dead of winter, it's cold without them. However, once I lie down on the bed or couch, I take off my socks to let my feet breathe.

Then, Xiao Bi bent over and spread out the embroidered pink quilt that was folded at the foot of the tatami mat, covering me from my feet to my knees.

After finishing, I looked up and smiled at Xiao Bi, saying, "Xiao Bi, you don't need to serve me anymore. Tell the kitchen not to send me dinner either. Just get me some fruit and snacks."

Xiao Bi glared at me angrily, hands on her hips, her expression a little fierce. "Miss, are you skipping dinner again?"

I adjusted the cushions behind me, finding a comfortable height, before glancing at Xiao Bi and smiling, "Eating only fruit at night is a very healthy way to eat." Xiao Bi

pouted, "I don't believe you're talking nonsense, Miss. You still have to eat dinner!"

I picked up the book that had been placed on the chaise longue that morning, flipped through it quickly to the page with the bookmark, and then looked up, teasingly saying, "Alright, my little housekeeper! I ate too much this afternoon, so I can't eat tonight. Go prepare some fruit, then go on your date with your sweetheart~"

"Miss, I'm ignoring you!" Xiao Bi pouted, her cheeks flushed, stomped her foot, covered her face, and ran out.

I chuckled and shook my head at her retreating figure, thinking how incredibly happy people in love are. Lost in thought, I turned my face sadly towards the window…

Looking at the large crystal embedded in the window, a warmth welled up inside me. My father's kindness towards me was indescribable…

This window was specially commissioned by a craftsman when I moved here. The frame is made of purple purlin, and instead of horizontal and vertical wooden strips, it's covered only by a large, rare crystal. Here, the crystal serves as the glass of my time (because glass hadn't been invented yet). In summer, it can be moved to the left for ventilation. In winter, it can be completely sealed, keeping out the wind and keeping the room warm.

While crystal isn't hard to find in this era, a piece of glass this large is quite rare. I remember casually mentioning it to my father, and to my surprise, he brought me such a large piece of crystal in less than five days. Although he only briefly mentioned its origin afterward, I knew it couldn't have been found without immense effort.

I reached out and touched the smooth surface of the crystal. And... it was cut as smoothly as glass; how could he have done that without considerable thought?

But, is my father so kind to me because I'm his daughter, or...?

A very soft thud interrupted my thoughts. Looking down, I saw the book had rolled onto my lap amidst my chaotic thoughts.

I shook my head. Why was I thinking about that again?

I picked up the book; the bookmark fell out. I flipped through it for a while before finally returning to the page I'd been reading that morning.

I leaned back lazily, slowly turning the pages of my book…

As I read, my energy waned, and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep…

**

In my hazy slumber, I felt as if a warm, large hand was gently grasping and kneading my feet.

I pouted, thinking it was just a hallucination from a dream, and casually pulled my feet away, trying to drift back to sleep.

"Hehe…"

Suddenly, I heard my father's voice. I frowned. How could I hear my father's voice in my dream…

No! How could I hear a voice in my dream?

I abruptly opened my eyes and saw the dim, golden-orange light shining in from the lamp on the table.

It was clearly afternoon before I fell asleep, so why was it completely dark when I opened my eyes? It seems I slept all afternoon.

I looked down and saw my father sitting at the foot of the tatami mat. He was backlit, enveloped in the soft, golden-orange light, which made his charm even more striking.

"Father? What brings you here?" I get a headache just seeing Father now.

"Didn't you say you hadn't seen me in a long time this afternoon? To ease my longing, I came over."

"When did you get here?" I forcefully pulled my foot away from Father's hand.

Father raised an eyebrow, his expression still as gentle as a lotus flower, showing no opinion on my action. But his eyes remained burning as he stared at my foot, the two balls of fire in his eyes seeming to burn it.

"I came over after dealing with them this afternoon," Father replied with a smile, as if he were the Father I knew again.

"Oh." Needless to say, I must have been asleep when Father came. "Then why didn't you wake me?" I propped myself up on the couch, sat up, and subtly hid my foot under the covers.

Father stared at my foot hidden under the covers for a while before shifting his gaze to my face. He chuckled, "Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I couldn't bear to disturb you. Besides, I enjoy watching your sleeping face."

I pursed my lips, tilted my head away, and said coldly, "Father never seems to take Shu'er's words to heart."

At that moment, Father leaned down towards me, his long hair brushing against my face, bringing a ticklish sensation.

I instinctively wanted to pull away, but Father grabbed my chin, forcefully turning my head so that my face was facing him.

Father stared at me quietly, then suddenly chuckled softly, his face slightly closed, and he lowered his head to kiss my lips, gently rubbing them against mine. His sexy voice was slightly hoarse, "Shu'er's lips are so dry."

I frowned, knowing this was Father's trick to change the subject. I helplessly closed my eyes and let Father kiss my lips again and again until his saliva made them wet before he slowly straightened up.

"Father... when exactly do you intend to stop?" I asked, my eyes misty with tears, my emotions running high.

"Shu'er, you've gone too far! How could you use the word 'play' to describe my true feelings for you?" Father's dark eyes were less than two centimeters from mine. His gaze was so close it made my eyes blur, so I had to turn my head away. "Father, please, Shu'er begs you to stop."

"Shu'er, I think you've never taken my words to heart. I told you you couldn't escape, don't you understand?" Father's large hand gripped my face tightly, turning my head towards him.

"Father, you are my biological father, that's an unchangeable fact! No matter what kind of affection you have for me, we are just father and daughter. Do you understand? We can't have any other relationship. Even if you don't care about what the world says, you should think about your family! If word gets out about us, how will we face them?" After Baili Yanran saw this, I vowed to sever my relationship with Father. For my own sake and for Father's sake, I had to be rational!

"Shu'er..." Father sighed softly, cradling my head in his hands, his dark eyes fixed on me. He complained, "You've been awake for so long, haven't you noticed any changes in Father tonight?"

"Father..." I opened my eyes wide. How could Father be so shameless as to ignore my words?

I had barely opened my mouth to call out "Father" when Father abruptly interrupted me. "Look at me carefully, and tell me what changes I've noticed tonight..."

I looked up at Father intently, but today he didn't tie his long, black hair high with a long white ribbon as usual. Instead, he used a light green jade hairpin to lightly tie a bun at the back of his head, letting two thin, wispy strands of hair fall softly down his chest.

I was stunned. This outfit…

Seeing my stunned expression, Father smiled and said in a hoarse voice, “It’s often said that ‘a woman dresses up for her lover,’ but tonight I’m dressing up for Shu’er…”

I froze, my mouth involuntarily opening wide, my throat feeling blocked, unable to utter a sound…

“Shu’er… my dear Shu’er…” Father lowered his head and sighed deeply near my lips. One of his large hands slowly climbed from my neck to the back of my head, pressing my head down and drawing my lips to his. His other hand slid down my knees through the thick blankets, enveloping my feet and gently kneading them.

“Mmm… Father… no… mmm…” My mouth felt numb from Father’s kisses, but the soles of my feet felt itchy from his large hands.

“Don’t speak…” Father pressed my head down, his tongue swirling inside my mouth.

…

It felt like the kiss lasted a long time, until I could barely breathe, Father finally released me.

Next, all I could do was gasp for breath, my chest heaving. Father chuckled slyly, and suddenly, his large hand, which had been supporting the back of my head, abruptly pulled away, leaving my upper body falling unprepared onto the couch.

"Ah..." I cried out in surprise, my eyes wide, staring intently at Father.

But Father didn't look at me. He lowered his gaze, lifted the covers from my body, and grabbed my feet, placing them on his lap. Then, he cupped my feet in his hands, saying in a low, gentle voice, "Shu'er's little feet are so beautiful."

I looked down and saw that my foot in Father's hands appeared exceptionally white and clean, my ten toes glistening and round like pearls under the light. No wonder in my previous life in ancient times, a woman's feet could only be seen by her husband.

Only by her husband...

The thought made my heart skip a beat, and I hurriedly pulled my foot away from Father's grasp.

Father narrowed his eyes, looking at me with a dangerous glint in his eye. Then, with lightning speed, he grabbed my foot, lowered his head, and gently bit one of my toes, licking it with his tongue.

"Ah!" I screamed in fright, my whole body instantly burning hot.

Hearing my scream, Father slowly released my toe, raising his head to stare at me. His eyes seemed to say that the more I resisted, the more excited he became.

I bit my lower lip, feeling distressed and wronged. My vision blurred, and two warm tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew I was crying.

Father cupped my face, gently wiping away the tears with his thumb. He didn't say a word.

"..." I stared at Father, who was shrouded in mist, opening my mouth to speak, but my throat tightened, and no sound came out.

Just as my mind was in turmoil, Father bent down and gently untied the belt around my waist, opened my clothes, and pulled down my pants. Then he slowly moved his body, placing my legs on my shoulders, and kneaded my breasts for a long time like dough before tracing circles along my high, protruding breasts with his fingertips…

“Father, no…” At this moment, I snapped out of my turmoil, my face immediately changed, and I slapped away Father’s hands that were playing with my breasts. “Please…”

Father first smiled brightly at me, but I felt a chill run down my spine. Sure enough, in the next moment, Father’s face suddenly changed, and he pressed down on my lower abdomen with an extremely fierce hand to prevent me from struggling. Then he reached out and began to knead my clitoris.

"Ah..." No matter how much I didn't want to, the moment my clitoris was being rubbed, my upper body involuntarily arched high, as if I were suffocating and desperately gasping for breath. Warm air flowed out of my vagina. The

passionate breath sprayed onto my father's large hands. My father looked up and glanced at me with a bright smile, then, as if declaring his victory, he curled his lips and, with a wild swagger, thrust his two longer fingers into my vagina with a gentle yet forceful thrust.

"Ah..." I couldn't help but tilt my head back and tremble.

"Feels good, doesn't it..." My father glanced at me triumphantly and then ignored me. His two fingers inside my vagina were sometimes like two constantly running feet, one bent and one straight, pressing against the tender walls of my vagina with light and light pressure, digging deep and shallow; the other time, he straightened his two fingers and thrust them in and out with a squelching sound.

"Ah..." My body trembled violently, my vagina spasming intensely. Gushes of lubricating fluid spurted out, soaking the bed where my buttocks had rubbed.

"Glug..."

A soft gurgling sound, like saliva churning in my throat, made me look at my father's face. His normally dark eyes were now glistening with lust, his gaze greedy, as if he wanted to devour me. He glanced up at me, and seeing me staring blankly at him, he narrowed his eyes sensually, then smiled at me again. My heart skipped a beat; I had a bad feeling! Sure enough! He abruptly pulled his fingers out of my vagina, quickly lowered his head, and pressed his mouth between my thighs, his tongue probing into my vagina, stimulating the lustful fluids inside and forcefully feeding them into his mouth.

"Father..." I screamed, shaking my head, my body trembling with a mixture of guilt and excitement.

Immediately afterward, Father roughly ripped off his clothes and knelt between my legs. He spread my legs wide with his large hands, drew circles around my vulva a few times, then used two fingers of one hand to pry open my tight opening, while the other hand gripped his penis and began to stroke it rapidly. When Father felt it was hard enough, he pressed the large, round glans against my wet, glistening vulva, contracted his buttocks, straightened his long member, and with a powerful thrust of his strong waist, the glans broke through the tender flesh of my opening and entered my tight vagina.

"Ah!" I bit my lower lip, feeling my lower body so taut, as if it were about to burst.

"Don't keep inhaling... uh, the more you inhale, the tighter it gets..." Father sighed softly, murmuring helplessly to me.

Hearing Father's words, I opened my misty eyes and saw Father smiling at me with such doting affection. My heart skipped a beat, and my vagina instinctively contracted.

"Mmm...ah..." Perhaps that contraction made Father feel too good, for he parted his watery lips slightly and let out a long breath.

When Father lowered his head again, his eyes were full of smiles. "Shu'er's reaction makes me so happy..."

I frowned and turned my head away from Father, my hands involuntarily gripping the blankets on the bed, and I cried in despair... I had clearly decided to break off this relationship with Father, but under his temptation, I shamefully succumbed.

"Don't cry!" Father lifted my head from the bed and kissed my lips gently, then with a forceful thrust, his long and thick penis plunged deep into my body.

"Ah!" My body jerked upwards from the force of the penis thrusting in, and I trembled with pleasure.

Father watched my helpless reaction with a smile in his eyes, letting out a satisfied, indulgent sigh.

Then, Father gently lowered my head, grasped my waist with both hands, and twisted his waist, slowly pulling out his fully inserted penis before thrusting it back in hard!

"Ah!" I involuntarily followed his movements, my brows furrowed, my expression a

mixture of pain and pleasure. "Shu'er must be feeling incredibly good, right?" Father chuckled softly, tightening his grip on my waist, and his hips began to swing vigorously back and forth, his large penis thrusting in and out of my vagina, making my body sway wildly up and down, my breasts bouncing back and forth and left and right with the intense movements.

"Shu'er's breasts bounce so beautifully..." Father's eyes were blazing with desire. He obsessively pulled his hands away from my waist, grabbing one breast in each hand, gently and slowly kneading them while relentlessly thrusting his thick, long penis in and out of my vagina. Father's

palm lines, though fine, were like a woman's. As he squeezed and grasped my breasts, the lines rubbed against them, causing my breasts to tingle and itch, raising intoxicating goosebumps.

Suddenly, Father squinted and let out a sexy growl. He quickly flipped my body over, slightly turning me so that my hands were on the window frame. For a moment, my heart seemed to stop. I suddenly remembered that my window was made of crystal, and the lights were on inside. If the servants patrolling outside looked this way, they could see it clearly from a great distance. But just now, I was so captivated by Father that I completely forgot about the window, such a huge exposure point. Luckily, Father was thoughtful and closed the window inside, which was covered with white gauze. Otherwise…

I stiffened, not daring to think about what might happen next.

Sensing my unease, Father stopped pulling out after inserting his penis. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his rapid breathing heavy against my neck.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, not wanting to talk to Father.

Father was so shrewd; he knew the reason with just one glance at the window. He chuckled, “Are you afraid someone will see you if the window inside isn’t closed?”

Father exhaled a deep breath on my neck, then moved his hips again, pulling his penis, which was deeply inserted into me, out again. Father’s slow movements slowed down the sensation of his glans scraping against my tender flesh, creating a new, tingling sensation.

As my father pulled his penis out, almost leaving only the glans inside me, he suddenly thrust, his massive penis piercing my genitals with the speed of an arrow on a bowstring. The sharp glans, like an arrowhead, was deeply embedded in my cervix, sending waves of intense pleasure through my body. This pleasure infected every nerve in my body, making my entire being tremble with ecstasy for a long time…

I closed my eyes, gripped the window frame tightly with both hands, and gritted my teeth to suppress the moans escaping my throat…

After a long period of stillness, my vagina began to itch as if ants were crawling inside. When my father tightened his lower abdomen again and slowly withdrew his penis from my vagina, I couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

"Shu'er..." Suddenly, Father called my name. His lips kissed my ear passionately, and he murmured, "Do you know? Your insides are so tight and so hot. As soon as I went in, you enveloped me tightly. The flesh inside gripped and rubbed against my thing, making me feel so good and happy... Especially the water that gushed out from deep inside, hot and rushing towards the head of my thing, made my whole body tremble. It was so sweet that my whole body convulsed as if I had a semen spasm. If I hadn't had good control, I don't know how much semen you would have squeezed out..."

Hearing Father's lewd words, my arousal intensified. The flesh of my vagina writhed violently, pulsating, causing the warm, lustful fluid inside to overflow like a river... I clenched my hands on the window frame in resentment, and lowered my head. I had actually been aroused to orgasm by Father's lewd words...

After the orgasm, I collapsed weakly onto the bed. My head was spinning, my body felt like it was floating in the clouds…

Then, with a “thud,” Father pulled his penis out of my body and, with a fierce movement, flipped me over so I was facing him. He straightened his knees, bent over, and reached his hands under my legs to firmly hold my back, lifting my limp body up. The sudden lift made me sway, and I instinctively clung tightly to Father’s neck.

Father turned his head to the side, his slightly open mouth kissing my lips intermittently, while his penis throbbed rapidly like a runaway motor!

“Ahhhhhh…” Father’s thrusts were so fast that I was caught off guard, and the suppressed moans burst out of my throat. My

already climaxed vagina throbbed intensely with Father’s domineering thrusts. Especially when Father's glans pierced my cervix with the speed and force of a rain of needles, my vaginal muscles convulsed violently.

"Oh...oh oh! So comfortable..." Father gritted his teeth in pleasure, his expression a mixture of pain and bliss.

With a sudden burst of strength, Father pinned my body firmly to the window, using all his strength to thrust in and out rapidly. After a series of crisp, rapid "slap slap slap slap" sounds, Father tilted his head back, his penis inside me trembling wildly before ejaculating thick semen...

I rolled my eyes back, almost fainting. Although I didn't like having this kind of relationship with Father, I had to admit that he was incredibly skilled in this area. When his penis was inside me, no matter how unwilling I was, I always submitted to him in the end...

**

Afterwards, Father held me, his legs tightly clamping me between his, his eyes gazing at me with a dazed look, occasionally kissing my lips.

After a short rest, Father's enormous member, inserted into my body, suddenly hardened again. Father changed from lying on his side to lying face down, his strong arms supporting him on the couch, his legs stretched out between my wide-open feet. His penis thrust in and out of my vagina again and again, "squelch, squelch," pumping forcefully.

I groaned uncontrollably, tilting my head back, the moans escaping my throat, "Ah..."

Father was teasing me maliciously, inserting his entire penis to the bottom of my vagina, the glans pressing against my cervix, thrusting hard, making my clitoris contract and tremble like a flower branch being battered by rain.

Gradually, Father quickened his pace. His firm buttocks jiggled violently as his penis thrust in and out of my vagina with rapid, "plop, plop" sounds. My lower limbs trembled, and a surge of hot, wet fluid gushed from my vagina, spraying onto Father's lower abdomen. The hot water made the pubic hair between his legs wet and glistening, clinging tightly to his wheat-colored muscles, making him look incredibly lewd.

Seeing this, Father smiled with satisfaction. He almost withdrew completely, then thrust in again, each time with great force, his glans digging wildly into my clitoris, making me tremble with pleasure, feeling like I was dying of ecstasy…

Suddenly, Father picked me up, rolled over, and I was sitting on his lower abdomen, his huge member still inserted between my wide-open legs. I convulsed and went limp against Father's chest.

"Sit up straight…" Father commanded hoarsely.

The long, hard object inside my stomach was very uncomfortable, and even without my father's command, I would sit up straight on my own.

As soon as I sat up, my father would place his hands on my buttocks and sway my buttocks left and right to rub his penis against them.

The woman-on-top position allowed his penis to penetrate deeply into my vagina. With each thrust, his large glans pounded heavily against my clitoris, as if trying to pierce my body. The pleasure was so intense that I repeatedly tilted my head back, gritting my teeth to suppress the unbearable moans.

"Shu'er, look at me..." My father's sexy, husky voice reached my ears.

I half-closed my eyes, staring at him hazily. He smiled, slowly taking my hand, opening my small palm, and pressing it tightly against his chest, past his collarbone, up to his Adam's apple, and then to his cheek, gently rubbing it.

"Father..." I knew I should look away, but I was as if under a spell, unable to look away...

Suddenly, my father's muscles tensed.

"Uh..." He closed his eyes in discomfort, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times.

"Hmm..."

After Father groaned, I felt his penis inside me throb and harden.

"Ugh!" He groaned and thrust hard, pushing his long shaft even deeper inside me. "Haa..."

I cried out, shaking my head. Father's large hands gripped my waist and pressed me down heavily! "Ugh..." My

lower

body made a few squelching sounds as my vagina pushed his penis even deeper, the glans pressing against my cervix, and then suddenly pulled out with a 'pop'. Father's penis was pulled out violently.

He arched his back, thrusting wildly in and out, the slapping sounds of his lower body hitting his lower body echoing in the silent space. My body rose and fell against Father's wildly thrusting abdomen...

Father's penis rubbed and twisted inside me, repeatedly going in and out, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow...

At night, the howling of the winter wind outside the white gauze window, pressing down on the branches, was still clearly audible even through the glass.

Inside, lust was raging. The legs of the couch creaked and swayed loudly, the sound so loud I was terrified it would be heard outside…

Father's back was taut, he thrust and pounded relentlessly, as if trying to kill me.

“Ah…” I cried out, tilting my head back, feeling my lower body contract helplessly, spasming desperately. A suction force, as if from the depths of my flower, gripped Father's penis tightly.

Father shuddered, his body trembling with his strong, alluring muscles, roaring as he thrust his penis in and out.

My eyes rolled back, I felt incredibly uncomfortable, my head spinning as I drifted into unconsciousness…

**

When I awoke again, it was the next morning…

In my dream, I felt as if a large rock was pressing down on me. When I opened my eyes, I realized I was nestled in Father's arms. And I wasn't on the small couch of the night, but on a soft, wide sleeping couch.

I frowned and began to struggle. My father's long, butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered gently. Slowly, slowly, he opened his eyes, his moist, dark eyes even more captivating in the morning light.

"You're awake?" my father whispered affectionately in my ear.

The passion of last night had vanished, and my mind was clear. It was already broad daylight, but how could my father still be lying in my bed?

My father's behavior was becoming increasingly bold and outrageous! I lived in constant fear, while he indulged in his wanton and carefree ways!

I sat up, clutching my hair, my whole body trembling.

"Shu'er..." my father sat up with me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tightly into his embrace.

"Father, we can't do this! We really can't! Why won't you stop! Do you know how disgusting our relationship is to me? So disgusting!" I was so distressed I was almost going crazy. I grabbed a pillow and started hitting my father hard, until I was panting, until the stitches on the pillow snapped, and the tea leaves inside spilled all over the bed. Only then did I stop.

"Does Shu'er find me disgusting?" My father's face was cold, like snow on an iceberg, dangerous and deadly. "I'm not old or ugly, at most I'm just a little older than you. What is it about me that disgusts you, hmm?"

"..." I knew in my heart that my father was maliciously misinterpreting what I meant by disgusting, but I was too angry to speak.

"What exactly is it about me that Shu'er is unhappy with? Shu'er can just tell me directly. As long as Shu'er tells me, I will change it until Shu'er is satisfied." My father chuckled lightly, his voice low and dangerous.

"Father, you know perfectly well what I mean by disgusting!" I clenched my fists, finally unable to bear it any longer!

“Shu’er! I don’t want to keep going around in circles on that topic. I’ll say it again today: I’m determined to have you! So stop struggling in vain. Understand?... As for the things you’re worried about, with me here, they will never happen! You have to believe me!”

“Hmph!” I sneered. “If that were true, how would Baili Yanran know?!”

“At that time, I was so confused by you that my mind was completely blank, and I didn’t have the mind to look at my surroundings.”

“Hearing Father say this, it seems like it’s all my fault!”

“It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have lost my temper and my guard down because of your words.” Father said gently, while brushing the hair on my face behind my ear.

“…” I was furious. Father was clearly putting all the blame on me, but I felt like I had swallowed a bitter pill, unable to find the words to refute him…

Just as I was feeling restless and uneasy, “creak~” the door opened.

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