[The Moon Was Bright Then] (Chapter 20)

Author: Mi Nan
First published on the forum (and Chunman Siheyuan) on March 10, 2016
First published on this site: Yes
Word count: 8000
First published ID: Suffocating
(posted on behalf of someone else)
Chapter Twenty: Wildfire and Spring Breeze
"Forty-seven..."
"Forty-eight..."
"Forty-nine..."
"Fifty..."
The whip flashed like lightning, silver light stained with blood. With each lash, someone shouted the number, drawing cheers of relief from the crowd
.
Xu Xing looked at the eunuch Jin Shun with some disgust. From his back to his thighs, his flesh was torn by the whip, purplish-red
blood seeping from the tattered cloth. He was convulsing, on the verge of passing out, but thankfully
he didn't cry out.
"Alright, take Eunuch Jin away first! Lord Jiang, go outside and calm the people down
. Have someone secretly follow the ringleaders in the crowd and seize them when the opportunity arises. Dafosi Temple is closed today; persuade the crowd to disperse!"
Soon, the ripples subsided, and all the courtyards quieted down. A few crows hopped down, the
setting sun casting a soft glow. If it weren't for the bloodstains still in the courtyards, no one would have guessed the tense situation that had unfolded during the day!
Xu Xing stood alone outside the hall for a while, but received no further instructions. He silently hid in the shadows,
pondering why the Emperor had personally driven everyone away.
"Young Master, I'll go out and see. If things have really calmed down outside, we need to hurry home." Bihe quietly
turned on a mechanism, twisted her waist, and slipped out.
"Stop pretending! I know you're awake!" Mingyue kicked Yuwen Che, smiling as she lit a tinderbox
.
Yuwen Che slowly opened his eyes. In his line of sight, several huge ice blocks were stacked together. A hazy, yellowish light
refracted on the ice blocks, shimmering and dancing. In the shadows, a person sat leisurely cross-legged, scrutinizing him.
He slowly sat up, and the face that had stirred his heart countless times appeared in the light and shadow. Her lips were slightly pursed,
as if ready to smile at any moment; her eyes were lively, and her dark pupils were full of mischief.
"How did you know I woke up! Thank… little brother…!"
"You're so disrespectful, call me big brother!"
"How come I remember you were the one who passed out first last time?"
"You're mistaken!"
Yuwen Che laughed heartily. This kind of playful banter was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Who exactly are you? Why does that person outside listen to you?"
Yuwen Che looked at her in astonishment. She could hear even a single note; truly remarkable. Little did he know,
when Mingyue entered the Dao, she was most likely to detect fluctuations in aura. Although he hadn't heard what he said, he might as well try to trick
him.
"Hey, Wang Che, I've discovered you're someone special. Otherwise, why are you always so
unlucky whenever I run into you?"
"No manners, call me Big Brother!"
Mingyue laughed cheerfully, her dimples like hidden honey, sweet joy flowing in that small space.
"Big Brother!"
Yuwen Che's heart skipped a beat, as if something inexplicable was emerging from his chest and abdomen. He reached out to grab Mingyue's hand, but
Mingyue nimbly dodged it.
"What did you call me?"
"Wang Che, Little Brother Wang!"
Mingyue's eyes darted around, her brows furrowed mischievously, deliberately teasing Yuwen Che.
Yuwen Che chuckled, what a little rascal! He rubbed his shoulder and found his left arm stiff!
Mingyue asked twice, and seeing him evade the question, he guessed that Mingyue must have some difficulty in answering. She hadn't
intended to find out the truth; it was just a brief encounter, and out of consideration for their past shared hardships, she lent a helping hand and saved
him. She knew they would likely never meet again; whether he was a prince or a commoner, it was
none of her concern.
"This poison is very strange; I could only force it back into my arm. Do you have a skilled doctor in your family? If
not, my cousin can take a look!"
Yuwen Che clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, saying earnestly, "Good brother, thank you for saving me again."
He paused, then added, "Thank you for your trouble. There are skilled doctors in my family; if they can't help, I'll come to
you again."
Two soft knocks sounded outside. Mingyue understood, nodded to Yuwen Che, and stood up with a smile. "My
home is in the north of the city. Just ask around about the Xie family of Shuihui Garden; everyone knows them. I'm about to travel for my studies, so I'm afraid I won't be
able to see you again. If you have anything to say, tell my father. Take care, brother. I'm off!"
With that, she gracefully departed.
The main hall was dark, but Yuwen Che seemed to see through the darkness, scrutinizing the Buddha's eyes and brows.
Blood and tears of bewilderment? Ha! Truly a fool to the masses! Thinking back to the dream she had before waking up, she let out another cold laugh. "Demons and monsters
, I'll tear your skins off sooner or later!"
When Mingyue and her companion were almost at the manor, it was nearly dawn. A purple rim seemed to be inlaid at the horizon. The mountains
were humid, and dew on the leaves dampened their trousers, yet the air was exceptionally fresh; one breath, and their lungs felt open
!
Bihe saw the manor gate in the distance and finally felt relieved. This matter was too serious; she feared she would have a hard time explaining herself upon returning.
"Finally back, my dear young lady! Please have some pity on me. Being confined to my parents' home is bad enough, but if
my in-laws say anything, wouldn't my husband and wife also lose face?"
Bihe's round face was now wrinkled, making her look like a jujube-shaped bun. Mingyue chuckled, waving
a handful of reeds in her hand. "Don't be afraid, your young lady will always protect you!"
"Alright, alright, you've said that since you were little, and you've never kept your word. I only ask that you cause less trouble next time
!" As she spoke, she asked curiously in a low voice, "Who was that person?"
Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats rang out, growing louder as it approached.
Mingyue looked towards the source of the sound, but in an instant, she was enveloped by shadows, and with a light touch,
she was lifted onto a horse as if riding on clouds. She heard Bihe call out, "Young master!"
The scenery on both sides of the road rushed past like lightning, snow-white smoke from chimneys, turquoise ponds... a riot of colors.
The scene , blurred like a watercolor painting, was left far behind. The forest grew denser, and they had entered the mountains.
Li Zihan's face was ashen with anger. He had smashed his teacup upon receiving the letter. He hadn't expected her to be dragged into this chaos.
Fearing for her safety, he was filled with shock and anger, and hurried back on horseback.
When he finally held her in his arms and saw that she was unharmed, her fair face flushed, her eyes playful, and her lips
like a begonia blossom hiding a smile, he finally felt relieved. But in an instant, he became angry again. This unruly little thing had made him
worry so much. He was angry, and at the same time, he touched her body, worried that she might be injured.
Mingyue let him touch her ticklish spot and grabbed his hand to pull away. Since they were outside, and afraid of being seen, she scolded him playfully
, "You little Li, aren't you satisfied with carrying one back here and one there? What are you doing here looking for me again!"
There was only one of them, and she had long legs and was running around.
Li Zihan was so angry he gritted his teeth. He grabbed her waist, pulled her across the horse, and slapped her
buttocks. "You little brat, you're getting more and more spoiled! So temperamental, daring to run away! You're driving
me crazy! Tell me, you won't do it again!"
Mingyue had never been disciplined before. Hanging on the horse's back, she struggled fiercely, but how could she win
against him? In that instant, all the bitterness and resentment of the past few days welled up in her heart. She hated him to death and
burst into tears!
Li Zihan hurriedly picked her up and looked at her, his heart aching. Her beautiful face was flushed with tears,
and he couldn't help but regret hitting her.
"Good Yue'er, my darling, don't cry, I won't hit you anymore!"
Mingyue ignored him, not even looking at him, and cried even harder, as if she had suffered endless grievances.
Li Zihan's forehead was covered in sweat from anxiety. He cursed himself a thousand times in his heart for being a fool and lacking in marital authority; this
was practically a lesson for him! He managed to soothe her with a series of tender words until she finally stopped crying.
"You hurt me..." Mingyue sobbed, pinching him accusingly.
Li Zihan's heart skipped a beat. He pulled her firmly into his arms and reached out to lift her robe with one hand. Mingyue twisted and struggled in fright
.
"Good girl, let me see. Don't be afraid, this forest belongs to us, there's no one else here!"
Mingyue closed her eyes, her heart pounding with the horse's gallop. She suddenly felt her senses become heightened;
he loosened his jade belt, he half-pulled down his trousers... In broad daylight, her snow-white body was exposed.
Thinking of this, she blushed with shame, even her earlobes turned red. She let out a soft moan and buried herself in Li Zihan's arms, wishing she could disappear into him forever
.
At first, Li Zihan didn't realize he was using force; he was just trying to scare her. Who knew her body was so delicate
? After only a few touches, her jade-like buttocks became red and swollen. He tenderly rubbed them with his palm, silently reciting, "
Ice peach and snow lotus root, so cool, suddenly holding red clouds, joy beyond ecstasy.
" A throbbing pain, a tingling itch, Mingyue's body went limp from the caresses, and she even squinted her eyes, letting out a few soft moans
.
Li Zihan rarely saw her so shy, and his heart was filled with joy and sweetness. He bit her earlobe, which seemed about to bleed
, and teased, "What's this? So wet!"
Mingyue angrily raised her fist to hit him, but with her escape route blocked, she couldn't muster any strength. With a slight movement, his
fingers, separated by a thin layer of skin, playfully joined together and twisted, instantly causing a
surge of vaginal fluid.
Li Zihan licked her earlobe with his tongue and whispered, "The spring river rises with the tide, the bright moon
rises with the tide..." Before he finished speaking, he felt a warm liquid fall into his palm.
He then smeared the glistening liquid onto the red marks on her snowy buttocks. Seeing the red and white marks,
so alluring, he could no longer restrain himself. Without waiting for a proper place, he loosened his trousers, grabbed her, and
made a perfect, seamless fit.
"Is the horse you rode, my husband, good?"
Mingyue's small mouth opened slightly, unsure whether to answer or not, her mind reeling.
The horse galloped swiftly, and whenever it leaped and bounded, Li Zihan would deliberately thrust fiercely, his magnificent
silver spear displaying a variety of techniques, each thrust aimed straight for her core. He inwardly cried out in pleasure, feeling the
soft, tender flesh against the tip of his penis, trembling rapidly, making his heart burn with desire, wishing he could melt the beauty in his arms.
Mingyue's legs were spread wide, supported only by Li Zihan holding her, her only support being
the flower core deep within her valley. With nowhere else to lean, and daring not to exert force, he felt that if he slightly tightened his grip, the mischievous dragon would rush into her flower chamber, stirring
her tender heart until it was half-melted. The spring water in her flower core flowed uncontrollably.
Li Zihan was washed by wave after wave of heat, one wave after another, until eventually, the spring water seemed
to contain hundreds of whirlpools, with a tremendous suction force, drawing him from the tip of his penis to the point of their pubic bone, sucking until his
tailbone went numb.
He glanced sideways at her rosy cheeks, growing more and more enamored with her. He couldn't resist lowering his head and biting her, thinking, "Truly
wonderful!" This moisture, which she usually kept hidden, making one's bones feel weak, was now
even more alluring when she couldn't hold it in any longer.
From Li Zihan's sleeve flew a silken thread, its silver hook and iron stroke tearing Mingyue's trousers to shreds. In an instant, like butterfly wings
fluttering, it revealed two white and tender pink legs, straddling the tall horse.
"Little slut, look down at yourself! Wearing men's clothes, yet so wanton! Aren't you ashamed?"
Mingyue knew her husband was deliberately teasing her with lewd words, yet she still couldn't help feeling shy. Looking down, the man's hand
maliciously slipped through her pubic hair, picking out a coral bead, pinching and pulling at her swollen clitoris, each pull feeling like it was
tearing her heart out.
It hurt, it was pleasurable. Her slender waist rose and fell, and with each thrust, a spray of water gushed forth, a torrent of droplets, the
spray falling along the saddle woven with gold and silver threads, then being flung far behind the horse, scattering like
dewdrops in mid-air.
"Good moon, aren't you the best at using your soft hooks to seduce men's souls? Squeeze tighter!"
Li Zihan ripped open Mingyue's collar, letting her breasts jump out, and vigorously kneaded them in his hands,
forcing her to rub the tender flesh of her flower cave against him.
Mingyue's three souls and seven spirits were probably still lingering, and even the boldest person wouldn't think of having sex in the wild. She watched as her pair of
melon-like breasts swayed back and forth in the dappled shadows of the trees, occasionally a ray of sunlight shining on them, delicate...
Tender red buds jutted against white breasts. Overwhelmed with shame, she let out a soft sob, her watery eyes reddening. She bit her hand
, unable to utter another sound—it was too, too, too...but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
The cat-tongue-like flower veil coiled tightly around her, and Li Zihan involuntarily shivered. The fleshy shaft she was biting felt
numb and tingly. Seeing her biting her hand, he grabbed her hands, pulled them back, and then thrust
forward with a powerful growl.
"You slut, let go of me, let your man in, and I'll crush your flower!"
"Waaah, ah, no, Yue'er can't take it anymore, Brother Zihan, please, please..."
Her small mouth was no longer obstructed, and soft moans escaped her lips involuntarily. Tears streamed down Mingyue's cheeks, all her strength
drained away, her soft, boneless body easily broken.
"What do you want from me?"
"You've ruined my heart, let go, let go of Yue'er, ah!"
Li Zihan pressed down on her lower abdomen with one hand, while the other hand inserted his middle finger into her perfectly sealed honey hole, pressing against his erect
penis, and without saying a word, grabbed a protruding, smooth spot on the front wall and pressed it quickly.
"Say it, that you want your husband to thrust into your flower chamber, and I'll spare you."
"No, ah... husband, thrust, Yue'er... flower chamber!"
Mingyue cried out softly, and with a violent kick, her right boot and sock fell off, her snow-white little foot kicking in the air, her pearl
-like toes blushing and curling tightly.
At this moment, the horse had already galloped into the canyon, the cliffs on both sides rising sharply like sharp knives, a sliver of sky,
and a huge mountain wall in front. Li Zihan spurred the horse's belly hard, ordering it to speed up and crash into it.
A massive stone wall crashed down on her like Mount Tai, overwhelming her with boundless fear and excitement simultaneously.
At the most crucial point, that hot, hard, iron-like penis cunningly broke through the entrance,
shattering the jade gate and thrusting straight into her flower chamber. Mingyue tensed, cried out, and released her climax, collapsing onto the ground.
The horse swayed sideways, leaping and turning, galloping off onto a path that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
Li Zihan's spine went completely limp, as if electrified. Clinging to his last shred of clarity, he absorbed Mingyue's essence,
allowing the pleasure to continue to intensify.
"My darling, let it all out, let it all out, and I'll shoot it into you!"
Mingyue could no longer speak, sobbing and trembling uncontrollably. Her flower chamber churned violently,
feeling as if she would be killed if she continued like this. Yet, in a daze, she also felt that being killed like this would be perfectly acceptable
.
"You little slut, keep it safe, your husband is all yours!"
The voice was faint and ethereal, but the body had its own consciousness. The flower core coiled up on its own, sucking and licking the glans
. It was unclear how long it took before the yin and yang finally calmed down. A
warm, moist mist hung in the air. Outside the mountains, it was still a vast expanse of desolation, but inside the valley, it was already lush and verdant. The velvety
green grass was dotted with scattered yellow flowers, the colors becoming more vibrant the closer to the lake. A stork,
startled by the sound of hooves, fluttered into flight, bringing with it countless waterfowl. The swirling shadows of the birds shattered the lovers' dream.
Mingyue awoke to find Li Zihan still inside her, half-erect. She felt both ashamed
and angry, and resentful. This wicked man, when did he learn such tricks? He was getting increasingly ruthless when he bullied people! Her rosy
lips pursed, as if she wanted to say something, but her cheeks flushed red.
Li Zihan had been watching her. Seeing this, he chuckled and gently kissed her damp temples, coaxing
, "Yue'er, is this alright?"
"How shameless! Even after bullying me, you still ask if I'm alright?"
"Oh, so embarrassed, so it's because you're not alright? Is it because your husband bullied you? Or is it because you were bullied?
Next time, will it be alright if your husband lets you bully me?"
A string of "alright" and "not alright" left Mingyue speechless. She never expected that in such a short time, this man's tongue
had become so smooth, able to utter such high-level flirting words. This, this was originally her specialty!
Enraged and embarrassed, she punched him with her small fist, only to have him beg for mercy while laughing loudly.
"Wow, this, isn't this place beautiful!"
After a while, Mingyue finally managed to take in her surroundings.
Horses trod through the reeds, crossing a bamboo bridge spanning the lake. Countless calamus bushes grew around the lake, their purple
buds clustered together, some pointing towards the azure sky, others leaning against the clear water. Pale purple pollen, swept
down by the breeze, was then lifted by the misty vapor, floating and flowing, a dreamlike, poetic scene.
Mingyue watched with great curiosity, then suddenly noticed a dark eddy in the distance, several meters long, its surface
forming a curtain of water that cascaded down. From within this emerald curtain and white ribbon, a pair of palm-sized blue butterflies flew out, mysterious and eerie.
Mingyue vaguely thought, these butterflies seemed familiar, yet so strange. Just as she was about to ponder further, a sudden ache ran through her lower abdomen—
that wicked thing had swelled up again.
She bit her lip, her eyes alluring, glaring at him with a coquettish gaze, pointing at him with her finger. "Aren't you satisfied yet
?"
Li Zihan held her breasts, marked with red welts, with obvious delight, kneading them into various shapes. Creamy, luscious milk
oozed from between his fingers—truly a pair of treasures!
Mingyue smiled seductively at him, grasping his wrist, sticking out a little of her tongue, and licking his palm like a cat. A
speck of snow-white cream on her pink tongue ignited Li Zihan, causing
him to kick the horse's belly in a frenzy. The horse, which had been leisurely snorting, was startled and reared up, throwing the two fools
into the lake before sailing away.
Once in the water, Mingyue discovered it was warm, a comforting warmth enveloping her. With
a blink of her eyes, she tore off her already tattered shirt, slipping like a silver fish, and sank.
Li Zihan, however, wasn't a very good swimmer. He immediately used his silken thread to cling to the railing. Just as he was about to reach for
Mingyue, his arm froze, and he trembled as he looked down. In the clear water, a beautiful face, alluring as both a demon and a fairy, appeared between his
legs. Two dark, crystal-like pupils, lively and bright, seemed to be both happy and smiling as they looked at him. Then, her tiny , rice-like
teeth lightly bit into the purplish-red Zihan.
Li Zihan gasped, staring intently at her. Swallowing, spitting, holding, rolling, twisting, kneading, pushing, pressing… a
wonderfully exquisite tongue, hooking and entwining, tapping and striking, deliberately and maliciously, peeling away his… inch by inch.
She skinned him, pulled out his tendons, and manipulated his soul, using every trick in the book, each one seemingly aimed at taking her own
life.
Mingyue, immersed in the lake, was completely absorbed, seemingly in harmony with all things, feeling no suffocation, and immensely happy
. She teased her man with increasing vigor.
The penis in her small mouth was unbearably hot, making her cheeks bulge out. Her tongue was squeezed, nowhere to hide
, sliding back and forth, the tender slit beneath her tongue brushing against the shaft of his penis. Mingyue felt his throbbing, thinking to herself
, "So you can't handle this, huh?" So she deliberately rubbed her tender slit against his groin, while simultaneously
reaching out her soft hand to explore his anus.
Veins bulged on Li Zihan's forehead, beads of sweat dripping onto the lake
's surface. Ripples blurred the underwater beauty, but the sensations grew ever clearer. His tongue, as if listening to its own secrets, deliberately swam towards the most unbearable spots
.
With a splash, the mermaid was pulled from the water, her long, dark hair cascading across the surface like
ink spreading, or a water sprite leaping from a landscape painting.
"Little vixen, you little devil!"
Li Zihan embraced her, kissing her tenderly, his upper body a mixture of gentle affection and fierce ravage. He wanted to cherish
her dearly, yet also wanted to tear her apart; these two extreme emotions tore at his heart.
"Moon, Moon, you're not allowed to leave me again!"
"Hmm, I won't leave you, unless you don't want me anymore!"
"Nonsense again, how could I not want you... I can't..."
Mingyue, like an octopus, clung to him, her eyes crinkling with pleasure. Annoyed that he was distracted, she lowered her head
and bit his nipple hard.
He gasped from her bite, laughing in exasperation, even more unwilling to give her pleasure, and instead, he used his sword to tease
the itchy veins on her nipple.
Mingyue, having been caught in his most sensitive spot, went limp and let go. Her upper body went limp, only her
snowy feet hooked around his waist, floating and sinking in the clear water, her round, firm breasts rising and falling with the waves, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.
Li Zihan suddenly exclaimed, "Yue'er's appearance is truly exquisite and alluring. If it were painted, it would be incredibly tempting
. It's a pity..."
"What's a pity?"
"It's a pity that I'm not skilled in painting! I've heard that the Yan family of Qingxi is adept at painting beauties, but unfortunately, I can't ask my second brother for help."
When Mingyue heard Yan Jiu's name, she assumed he had discovered their affair. Her heart was stirred, and he caressed her, causing her
to lose control. She let out a soft, whimpering cry, a sound that was both crying and sobbing. A small
stream of fresh water gushed from the pool.
Li Zihan's heart pounded. He reached for her clitoris, pinching it and pulling her waist out of the water. He
peeled back the tender bud, revealing a bright red opening beneath the clitoris, glistening with glistening water that made one's mouth dry.
Suddenly, a daring and absurd idea surged into Li Zihan's mind.
He separated a silkworm thread from his fingertip, carrying a hidden force, and swiftly pierced the flower's eye, probing its source.
"Oh no, oh dear, what is this? Take it out!"
Li Zihan's silk thread, nicknamed "Soul-Stealing Sleeve," signifies its power—both alluring and unpredictable.
At this moment, that alluring yet unpredictable thread wandered through the flower's eye,
retreating immediately upon encountering any obstacle, without entanglement.
Yet, precisely because of this, it made Mingyue feel as if she were about to collapse, one, two, three, four points—in a short while, countless itchy
spots connected together. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to scratch or grasp that shameful place, and after only a short while, she couldn't help but beg for mercy.
"This teasing is so, so incredibly itchy! Good brother, good brother, spare Yue'er!"
Li Zihan thought to himself, finding it amusing. The inner thread stretched into an arc, skillfully scraping and probing. With each movement, the flower's
nectar gushed forth like a gushing spring, brimming with moisture on her snow-white abdomen and navel.
Not content with that, he added fuel to the fire, suddenly asking, "I won't spare you, just tell me, how did you
become so wanton upon hearing Xiao Jiu's words!"
Mingyue, already numb from head to toe from his teasing, was further weakened by his rough handling of her flower-like bottom, which was already on the verge of collapse
. These words were like a thunderclap, the final straw breaking the camel's back. Her small mouth
gaped open, her beautiful eyes glazed over, and with a soft cry, her alluring flesh exploded from the inside out.
Li Zihan had only teased her with Xiao Jiu, but it had provoked such a violent reaction. Remembering the way Xiao Jiu
always looked at her, he felt a surge of jealousy, his heart pounding with pain, mixed with an unspeakable excitement, and his penis
swelled even more.
Mingyue was about to lose her virginity; her flower heart throbbed wildly, but he held it firmly with his glans. Even
the tender eye beneath her clitoris was sealed shut with two fingers, preventing her from climaxing. She was torn between life and death, her small feet kicking so hard they sent
sprays flying high.
"Husband, ah, give it to me, give it to me!"
Li Zihan watched her struggle, unable to contain his excitement. He
thrust with overwhelming force, rubbing her breasts hard, and shouted, "You little slut, tell me, do you also want Brother Yan to do this to you?"
Mingyue couldn't bear it any longer, only seeking pleasure, and no longer caring what she said, she gasped in a trembling voice, "Yes, Yue'er is thinking about
Xiao Jiu, wanting to be played with by him like this." "Ah!" "Sigh!"
Li Zihan felt both pain and pleasure, his eyes burning with lust, anger mingling with desire, his heart burning like fire.
"You little slut, always thinking of cuckolding me! You little whore, clench tighter, today your husband is going to kill
you!"
Mingyue's eyes were bloodshot, and with a determined heart, she opened her mouth and cried out, "Oh, Xiao Jiu, good brother, kill your sister-in-law!"
Before she finished speaking, she felt the huge pestle grinding against her flower chamber, and suddenly it was pulled out and thrust diagonally into her flower nest. Her flower heart finally
got its chance and could no longer hold back its excitement, and spring water gushed out.
Li Zihan picked her up and hugged her tightly, throwing all the techniques and methods of lovemaking to the winds, and his
hard and hot stem squeezed into her flower nest and shot wildly.
"Yue'er calls me husband, good wife, call me husband!"
"Wuwu, husband, husband, husband..."
She didn't know how many thousands or tens of thousands of times she called out, and Li Zihan's heart melted. He held her tenderly and felt that after
this playful frolicking, the two of them were even better than before.
"You shameless little Li, are you some kind of turtle?" Ming Yue Rong's face flushed, her eyes were dry,
she retorted, but held her breath to hear his answer.
Li Zihan, unaware of her meaning, laughed, "If Yue'er truly wishes to be like others, even if I don't want to,
I can only count tortoises."
Mingyue's expression immediately changed. Could it be that he never cared about her, and could laugh like that?
Seeing her change in expression, Li Zihan became serious, hugged her and kissed her gently, saying solemnly, "Silly girl,
no man in the world wants to be a tortoise, let alone your man. Yue'er can only be mine. If anyone even glances at you, I
'll gouge out their eyes."
Mingyue laughed at his words and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she thought of her own worries. Yan Jiu was truly a source of anxiety.
Thinking of the awkwardness, she sighed softly, but dared not tell him.
Li Zihan, lost in thought, suddenly gave her a strange smile, "Others may not be possible, but Xiao Jiu is an exception. If
Yue'er really wants to, it's not impossible!"
People only know that the Yan family of Qingxi is skilled in painting ladies and flowers and birds, but they don't know that their direct lineage has a unique ancestral technique for painting celestial maidens, unparalleled
throughout history. Those celestial maidens were mostly hidden in the inner treasury of the Forbidden Garden, hence their rarity in the mortal world. When the Yan family painted celestial maidens,
many depicted them in bizarre and erotic scenes. Therefore, for every generation of Yan family members who entered the Imperial Garden, just as many
were entangled in affairs with emperors and empresses.
Mingyue, unaware of this, was terrified but dared not ask further, hastily donning his outer robe and rising. Her
snow-white feet trod on the velvety carpet woven from green grass, her pale pink toenails appearing and disappearing, and tiny, pale yellow flowers
occasionally brushing against her plump insteps.
A pair of azure butterflies hovered above the eddies on the lake's surface, seemingly drawn to the pale purple
pollen in the air, fluttering and dancing.
Seeing her enjoy the sight, Li Zihan flew out a silken thread, ensnared the butterflies' delicate feet, and brought them to her.
The two butterflies, seemingly knowing he meant no harm, did not struggle and rested in Mingyue's palm.
Mingyue clicked her tongue in amazement, then suddenly remembered that these butterflies were called Rebirth Butterflies. She instantly recalled the events of that year underground,
and the more she looked at them, the more she felt that these butterflies were exactly the same as the ones she had seen back then.
"Its name is Xiao Cui, and its name is Xiao Qiao. They were originally raised by my mother!"

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