Men and women giving each other kisses

Chapter One.
In the darkness of night, shadows flickered.
A sinister, dark figure silently moved through the dense forest, heading straight ahead.
The torches, illuminating the darkness, gradually lit up the entire forest as the group swiftly traversed the woods.
Ignoring the pursuit of the group behind him, the shadowy figure focused intently on leaping over tree after
tree , hurtling forward.
"Quick! Don't let him escape!"
"He's there!"
The firelight behind them faintly caught up with the shadowy figure, and the pursuers cheered excitedly, their confidence in the hunt
growing stronger.
The shadowy figure seemed oblivious, rushing forward. However, the pain in his chest was gradually spreading,
slowly numbning his limbs.
He could feel his body growing heavier and heavier. His movements grew increasingly sluggish…
Clearly, the deadly poison he had ingested due to his momentary carelessness was now spreading even
faster because of his actions.
But he refused to give up, preferring to end his own life rather than give others a chance.
He desperately protected his last breath of true energy, mustered his spirit, and circulated his internal energy to run forward. However, as his movements
slowed, the distance between him and the people behind him grew ever closer.
Just then, the world suddenly opened up before him; he had run out of the entire forest.
Facing him was a large clearing, and beyond that—there was no path!
Before him lay a cliff!
A strong wind howled at the edge of the cliff, whipping his robes through the air.
Even though the stars and moon had disappeared from the sky, looking down, he could still clearly see
the large and small , below which lay a bottomless abyss!
A faint smile escaped from beneath the mask, and at that moment, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth...
One after another, torches emerged from the layered forest, instantly illuminating the entire dark
mountaintop and the shadowy figure on the cliff edge—he wore a black robe and an intricately carved ghost mask,
sending chills down one's spine!
The moment the firelight reflected on the mask, against the backdrop of the boundless darkness behind it, he appeared
even more sinister than a vengeful ghost from hell, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Ai Gui... Ai Gui..."
Upon seeing him, the crowd felt a surge of fear, unconsciously taking several steps back, afraid to advance any further.
Their hands, holding torches, began to tremble. They all simultaneously remembered his identity—the dark figure standing
before was none other than Ai Gui, one of the four most fearsome protectors of the Midnight Gate.
Yes, it was Ai Gui.
The sharp glint in his eyes behind those masks reminded everyone of Ai Gui's past methods of killing—
ruthless and never missing a beat.
Even though he was already poisoned by the Poison King's Fortress's unique poison, "Fallen Leaves Return to Their Roots," no one dared to take another step forward,
because no one could be sure he wouldn't make a desperate last stand, launching a counterattack!
The Ghostly Sorrow smiled faintly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth again. He glanced at the crowd surrounding him, torch in hand
, but their faces were blurry; he couldn't make out a single one.
No one in this world could leave a mark on his heart, except—in the moonless, starless
sky , a pure, innocent smile suddenly appeared, causing him even greater pain…
Ah! Xiao Yi.
He suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, startling the crowd into taking a step back, thinking he was about to pounce and unleash a massacre.
Unexpectedly, he resolutely turned and leaped off the cliff, disappearing into
the abyss , never to be seen again.
He was the Ghostly Sorrow, also known as—Cold Frost!
The soft morning light slowly illuminated Apricot Blossom Island. While the island's inhabitants were still fast asleep, Xiang Cijing carried
a small wooden basin filled with coarse cloth towards the stream.
At dawn, no one was washing clothes by the stream, making it the perfect time to go.
There wouldn't be any old women or aunts staring at her face, making her so embarrassed she didn't know
where to put her feet!
Actually, it was understandable! They were simply trying to arrange a marriage for her.
In their eyes, such a beautiful and gentle girl—wouldn't it be a waste not to marry her off to their
simple-minded son?
Besides, she was already seventeen, well past the age for marriage.
However, that stubborn old man in Xiangci's family insisted that Xiangci herself had to agree to a marriage
before he would consent. So, the many mothers-in-law on the island whose sons were of marriageable age were desperately trying to persuade
Xiangci to agree. After all,
this beautiful daughter of the old man was
the very same Qiliyu who had caused so many young men on the island to suffer from lovesickness.
But the old man and his daughter lived far away, in
a , rarely venturing out unless absolutely necessary, making it difficult to find an opportunity to meet them.
Only occasionally, when washing clothes, could they see Xiangci by the stream carrying a wooden basin.
That's why, whenever the island's women saw Xiangci appear, they would
stare at her face, hoping she would nod or at least understand their intentions. As a result, the gentle and
introverted Xiangci gradually stopped appearing before the village women; after all, being stared at was too embarrassing.
She preferred to stay like this, quietly walking alone in the morning light,
enjoying the sweet fragrance of apricot blossoms, to wash clothes by the stream while everyone else was still asleep.
A charming smile bloomed on her face as she happily listened to the chirping of the birds as she gently
walked towards the stream.
The babbling brook flowed over the pebbles on its bed, softly singing its own untold, beautiful melody.
She walked happily to the stream, about to squat down to wash her clothes, when a dark shadow on the rocks caught
her attention.
Huh? What's that?
Curious, she followed the stream closer to the shadow.
Upon closer inspection, she was greatly shocked—Good heavens! It was a person!
The person was lying face down on a large rock, their lower body completely submerged in the stream, letting the water wash over them…
It seemed they had been unconscious for quite some time.
Without thinking twice, she quickly put down her wooden tub and waded through the gurgling water to reach them.
Although she couldn't see their face clearly, she was certain they were a tall man!
A blush immediately spread across her cheeks, and only then did she remember the ancient precept against physical contact between men and women!
If outsiders saw this, her innocence would be ruined.
But what should she do?
She had already waded across the water, her skirt soaked through. She couldn't just leave him
unconscious there and walk back because of this ancient precept, could she?
What if his life was in danger? Wouldn't she become a "bad person" who abandoned someone in distress?
Living a simple and frugal life, she certainly didn't think about what would happen if she rescued a truly wicked person.
The only thought in her mind was that she absolutely couldn't leave him to die.
She bit her lip, letting the blush spread down her face, and bent down, intending to turn him over first
to help him up.
But he's so heavy!
She reached out and grasped his strong shoulder, using all her strength to laboriously turn him over…
Having never been close to a man's body before, the accidental touch sent a blush spreading across her delicate
face .
Ah… are all men's muscles this hard?
She thought to herself, unable to suppress her shyness, as she struggled to turn him over.
Suddenly, his body was turned over, and in the soft morning light, his features were clearly revealed
before .
With a bang, it seemed as if a fire ignited from the depths of her heart; the world around her spun before her
eyes, and her jade-like face turned crimson to her neck!
What a resolute and aloof man! Xiangci stared at him shyly. The deep lines on his face revealed his
indomitable spirit, making a woman's heart pound uncontrollably at first glance.
He wasn't a handsome, refined scholar, but a tall, imposing man, and undeniably
beautiful .
She had never met a man like him!
The bright morning light had warmed her slightly, reminding her that she couldn't hesitate any longer. If someone came into the
vicinity , it could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.
She bent down again, reached under his armpits, and with all her might, gritted her teeth and supported
his tall, heavy body.
Good heavens! He was so heavy, almost crushing her to the ground. However, a
willpower made her grit her teeth, struggling to support his weight, and slowly
wading across the stream towards the bank.
Whew—she let out a soft sigh of relief, finally reaching the shore.
She was already drenched in sweat, and as soon as her feet touched the water, she slumped
down, collapsing along with the tall, muscular man she had been supporting.
She gasped; he was now beneath her, his
imposing pressing down on her.
Oh my God!
She felt like she was burning up inside!
Thank goodness he was unconscious; otherwise, wouldn't she be utterly ashamed to face her family and friends back home?
She silently prayed that he wouldn't wake up now, and that
no one would pass by before she brought him back.
She struggled to crawl out from under him, her once neatly combed black hair now strayed in a few strands,
clinging to her flushed, smooth cheeks, making her look somewhat disheveled. But she had no time to worry about such
trivial matters ; her wildly pounding heart was focused solely on how to lift him up from the ground and
take him home…
Thinking of this, her slender eyebrows furrowed even more. What to do? It was so difficult!
But if she didn't take him home, should she just leave him lying on the ground unconscious?
No! Then what was the point of all her previous efforts, disregarding the impropriety of their relationship?
She wiped the thin layer of sweat from her forehead, reached under his arm again, and with all her might, helped him up,
continuing to support the tall, strong man as they slowly walked home.
Old Gu, carrying a fishing rod, was about to go fishing when he encountered his daughter
returning .
However, to his astonishment, his daughter was now panting as she helped a large man back!
This… was unacceptable!
She was a young, unmarried woman!
He immediately dropped his fishing rod and went to help the seemingly unconscious stranger.
"Father, I saw this person faint by the stream, so..."
Under the disapproving gaze of the old man, Xiangci's initial
joy instantly turned into a shy whisper. Seeing her father's furrowed brows, she suddenly realized
just how "improper" it was for men and women to be intimate. Alas! She had overstepped her bounds.
Even though it was her own father, she could clearly sense his strong disapproval of her "righteous act."
Instantly, her beautiful face flushed even hotter, and she lowered her head, not daring to raise it again.
Alas! This girl! The old man thought to himself, doesn't she know how treacherous people can be?
What if she brings back a bad person? Wouldn't that be like inviting a wolf into the house?
Seeing her guilty expression, Old Gu's anger dissipated into a helpless sigh.
He shook his head and helped the tall man into the house, settling him on the only empty bed—his
study.
Xiangci's clear eyes regained their light when her father finally helped him inside; the
heavy weight in her heart finally lifted.
A sweet smile bloomed on her face as she obediently followed her father into the study.
She stood silently to the side, watching her father take the man's pulse, not daring to disturb him.
Old Gu frowned again, staring at the pale-faced man lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
He had been poisoned by the Poison King's "Return to Roots"?!
How could this man have dared to provoke the Poison King's Fortress? Clearly, his background is far from simple.
Normally, one should avoid such
men home!
For some reason, he had a vague sense of unease—he couldn't help but notice
the dangerous aura emanating from this man, as if from the dark underworld.
He frowned, beginning to regret having softened his heart and brought him inside because of Xiangci's pleas
.
Xiangci watched as her father's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, her heart filled with even greater worry, for she had never seen him
so serious before.
"Father, what's wrong? Is he alright?"
Her gentle, melodious voice only deepened the old man's furrowed brow, his anxieties growing stronger
.
"Xiangxiang, you're a young lady, how can you show so much concern for a strange man?
Even though our family is just a small one, you mustn't forget to protect your reputation!"
"He earnestly reminded her.
Upon hearing this, her flawless, fair face flushed crimson with shame.
She could feel her pounding heart being exposed under her father's all-knowing, stern
gaze .
The old man, seeing this, became even more certain that his premonition was correct; this man would definitely disrupt his
beloved daughter's peaceful and simple life.
Even now, his mere unconsciousness was affecting Xiangci's emotions; what if..." He's awake now, so isn't his foolish
daughter in even greater danger?
He's absolutely certain that if this man were to regain his senses, he would be even more irresistibly attractive.
No! As long as he, Old Man Gu, lives, he will prevent this danger from happening. He will never
let his daughter take that wrong first step.
Otherwise, why would he have gone through so much hardship to take his daughter and live in anonymity on this
island , no longer involved in the affairs of the martial world?
"Alright! Go down! Don't worry about this man's life or death anymore, that's not your concern."
Seeing Xiangci blushing so much she couldn't even lift her head, yet looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't, he immediately realized what was truly
on mind.
"Xiangxiang, since Father let him in, he certainly won't let him die under our eaves.
Can you rest assured now?"
Xiangci became even more shy upon hearing this, silently nodding as she quietly walked out.
Xiangci sadly pondered to herself, seeing her beloved father so stern for the first time. He
was righteously reprimanding her; her father was always kind and gentle, like a smiling Maitreya Buddha. She didn't understand… Could it be that she
had truly overstepped her bounds, causing her father such distress?
She quietly walked outside to the apricot tree, letting the breeze caress her burning red cheeks. The
sweet, intoxicating fragrance of apricot blossoms soothed her heart, slowing her rapid heartbeat
. Thinking of her earlier outburst, she was certain her father had sensed her heart was irresistibly
drawn to that man, which was why he had reprimanded her so harshly.
But, Father! Her heart was already stirred, unable to stop. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind was
filled with the resolute and handsome face of that stranger, an image she couldn't shake.
What to do? She seemed... to have truly fallen for him...
She couldn't forget the heavy feeling of him pressing down on her—he was so big... so strong... making it hard for her
to breathe . Although he was soaked and cold, his hard muscles and robust physique were still impossible for her to
ignore.
And then there was his masculine scent, a scent that suddenly made her acutely aware that she was a woman, and his
chest pressing against her shoulders… She couldn't help but touch her neck. A few times, his
tightly closed lips had even brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. Thinking of this, her
face, which had just cooled down, flushed again.
Good heavens! She dared not let her father know that the man had actually taken away many of the
rights that should have belonged to her as her husband. She was terrified that if her father found out, he would truly refuse to save him!
For some reason, she had a feeling—her father seemed very averse to her contact with that man.
Sigh…
A petal of apricot blossoms, blown by the wind, suddenly drifted into her eyes. She reached out and gently brushed the petal away, only
to realize her hands were empty!
How could she forget that the dirty clothes were still in the wooden basin!
She quickly ran into the house with small, quick steps, but didn't dare rush into the study or shout
. She just stood obediently outside the study and whispered,
"Father, I forgot the laundry basin by the stream. I'll go get it now. I'll cook for you when I get back.
Don't go fishing alone on an empty stomach while I'm gone."
"I know, go ahead! Be careful on the way. Don't bring back another person, no matter
how badly injured they are, I won't accept them." Old Man Gu waved his hand, which made Xiangci's face blush even more
.
She nodded, her face red, and hurriedly disappeared at the end of the apricot blossom path.
Old Man Gu watched her disappearing figure, feeling his heart grow even heavier.
Oh, Xiangxiang! Do you know what a dangerous man you rescued?
When he removed the man's soaking wet black robe, an unexpected treasure—
the !
Good heavens! He felt a wave of dizziness, because—legend has it that the mysterious assassin group Night Gate
has four guardians: Joyful Demon, Wrathful Demon, Sorrowful Ghost, and Joyful Monster!
Once they place a order, the target has no choice but to await their death, because no one has ever
escaped their pursuit; no one has ever seen their true faces, because they always
wear ghost masks when they go on missions.
However, there has always been another rumor circulating in the martial arts world: the four leaders are not hideous
monsters , but rather, each a stunningly handsome man.
However, no one has ever been able to verify the truth of this rumor.
Seeing them today, they are indeed extraordinary!
Yet, for the father and daughter, he is far too dangerous and unapproachable!
At lunchtime, Xiangci cooked a pot of delicious fish porridge for her father, refreshing and delicious.
Accompanying the tasty porridge was the sweet fragrance of apricot blossoms wafting in the air. Xiangci
enjoyed her lunch quietly and happily.
Without warning, Old Gu spoke up: "Xiangxiang, stay away from that man!"
His words startled Xiangci. She put down her spoon and looked at her father's kind face.
"Father..." Why would Father say that? Did he not trust her, thinking she would surely overstep her bounds?
Her beautiful, puzzled eyes shimmered with a questioning light, filling the old man's heart with reluctance.
"Alas! Silly girl, how could I not believe you? But do you know who the person you rescued was?"

"What's his background ? "
The old man glanced into Xiangci's innocent, untouched eyes, and swallowed the answer that was about to come out.
It was better... not to let her know.
The less she knew about the bloody affairs of the martial world, the better. Because, what if that man really was
the infamous, feared ghost? Wouldn't she be in even more danger?
After a quick mental calculation, he decided to keep this secret.
"Ahem, Father means... what if his intentions are bad? Xiangxiang, listen to Father, stay away from him, don't
accidentally give your heart to him..."
Could it be that her father had already seen through her thoughts? Thinking this, Xiangci's face flushed even more uncontrollably
.
The old man shook his head and sighed, unable to eat any more porridge. He put the bowl on the table and
looked at her blushing face.
"Xiangxiang, raise your head and look at your father—tell your father that your heart is still with you, and you didn't give it to a stranger of unknown origin for no
reason ."
Xiangci mustered her courage and looked up at him, but when she met her father's clear eyes, she almost looked away
and lowered her head. She could only look helplessly into her father's eyes with her bright, clear eyes, unable to
nod or shake her head.
The old man grew even more anxious, his tone becoming increasingly forceful. "Xiangxiang—"
Looking into her father's worried eyes, the usually obedient and filial girl immediately understood that she shouldn't
persist, because it would only worry him. He had raised her, and she was his only daughter;
she didn't want him to worry about her. "Father, no. Don't worry, Xiangxiang's heart is still with herself;
she hasn't given it to anyone else."
She offered a gentle smile, hoping to soothe her father's heart.
The old man gazed at her gentle smile for a while. "Alright, then promise me you'll stay far away from that
man ."
"Okay, I promise you." As she spoke, her heart seemed to be pierced by something, but she still looked at
her father tenderly and made a gentle promise, "I will definitely stay far away from that man."
"Good. Once he regains consciousness, regardless of whether his injuries have healed or not, I will ask him to leave our house.
You are not allowed to plead for him then."
Ah—he'll leave as soon as he wakes up?
The thought made her heart ache again, but she suppressed those inappropriate emotions, her
face , and nodded without saying anything more. Perhaps… this man already has a lover waiting for him back home. How could a man
as outstanding as him not have one? Maybe he already has a wife and children… The thought pierced her heart like a needle, causing her immense pain! Her face paled even more … Seeing Xiangci's pale face, Old Man Gu felt a pang of heartache, but for her future , he had to persevere—Daughter! Don't blame your father for being heartless; this is all for your own good . I can't bear to see you suffer even greater harm in the future. Do you understand my good intentions? crean uid 1231767 Level 020 Fourth-class Resident Occupation Total Score 3 Points 2 Gold Coins 125 Posts 46 Support 18 Status Offline Reading Permission 20 Registration Date 2011-03-17 Last Visit 2011-10-22 Last Post 2011-10-16 no:2 2011-10-16 20:44 [Enlarge Font] Chapter Two Xiangci sat by the bed, wrung out the cloth in the basin, and gently wiped away the beads of sweat that kept appearing on the forehead of the man lying on the bed . Father said that he had already helped him detoxify his body, so why was his body temperature still so high, and why was there no sign of him waking up? She reached out and gently touched his still frighteningly hot forehead. Ugh! Why was he still so hot? Was there any way to cool him down? She was too shy to even look below his neck, because although he was covered with a thin blanket , her father had warned her that he was "wearing nothing" under it! They just didn't have any clothes large enough for him, so they had to "maintain the status quo" for now! And now it was broad daylight! Her father said the weather was too sunny and decided to leave her alone to take care of him while he went fishing?! She didn't understand why her father had been so worried just two days ago, but now he was so comfortable with them "alone in a room together." Actually, she didn't understand because after two days and one night of careful observation, her father realized he was worrying unnecessarily. The man was clearly still in a critical period, even unconscious; how could he possibly harm his daughter ? So, after personally caring for him for two days and one night, he decided to stop worrying. Besides, this tireless care had almost worn out his old bones. Therefore, he decided to take a long vacation, taking advantage of the daytime to go fishing and rest. Anyway, the man wouldn't wake up anytime soon; he'd leave his kind and understanding daughter to care for him until the critical period was over, then he would take over. And so, on this bright spring day, the "burden" of care once again fell on the gentle and graceful Xiangci. She had always been an obedient daughter, doing whatever her father said without ever daring to disobey . At this moment, her face flushed red, she lowered her head, somewhat puzzled by her father's inconsistent attitude. Yet, she still dutifully cared for the unconscious "patient" on the bed. She gently wiped his forehead, gently wiped his burning cheeks, gently wiped him… Her lingering gaze lingered on his face until, without her noticing, the towel fell into the basin of water. Her fingers replaced the towel, gently caressing his lips… Time seemed to stand still, leaving only her heart pounding in her chest…

So hot…so hot…is this the torment of hellfire? Otherwise, why does he feel like his whole body is evaporating
? Where is he?
He is shrouded in darkness, yet why is there so much blazing fire before his eyes?
Golden…the blinding flames blur his senses. Could he really be in hell?
Otherwise, why are there so many fires?
Fire…fire everywhere…
who will extinguish these fires before him? They are burning him so badly…
who…who can save him…Suddenly, a fair, delicate face appears before him. She has a pair of
innocent, eyes!
Is it you? Xiaoyi…is it you?
You've come to see me?
Do you understand my heart? Xiao Yi…don't go…Xiao Yi, stay by my side…
Xiao Yi, do you know how beautiful and pure you are…
I want to have you so much…Xiao Yi…
In a daze, he seemed to really see a snow-white face, gazing at him with tender affection.
“Xiao Yi…it really is you, it really is you…” All the fantasies hidden in his heart turned into reality
. He excitedly reached out his arm, pulled her head down, and kissed the lips he had longed for.
Xiang Ci was so frightened that she forgot to struggle. She had never known that a man's strength could be so great!
She had seen him slightly furrow his brow and had quickly withdrawn her hand, thinking that he was about to wake up.
Who knew that he would suddenly pull her head down and kiss her lips—she was terrified!
His strength was so great! And…and…his tongue…
it actually… While she was speechless, he slipped into her mouth, searching for the moisture on her tongue, and then
became entangled with her!
Oh! God! How could he...?
They were nothing to each other!
She began to struggle, raising her hands to push him away...
but he held on even tighter. He seemed to sense her struggles, but his fever had already
burned away his reason, leaving only his most primal desire.
No! Xiaoyi... don't refuse me!
He suddenly pulled her onto the bed, his strong arms coiling around her slender, soft body like a snake!
No!
She tried to push him away, but unexpectedly... He dragged her onto the bed, slamming her against his strong, tall
torso , her body pressed tightly against his.
The softness against the hardness! A trembling spark ignited instantly.
He groaned in her mouth, his breath warm against her lips, making her even more ashamed.
Oh! His touch was so soft, so wonderful. He lingered, his hands moving over the graceful curves of her back,
from top to bottom… then from bottom to top, back and forth, unable to stop.
God! Someone save her?
She breathed softly in his mouth, a strange fire burning wherever his large hands touched… One by one,
flames were ignited.
What kind of feeling was this? She couldn't control her desire to curl up completely. But she couldn't
! She was an unmarried young lady! This was inappropriate.
She struggled frantically to get up, but was too innocent to know the
effect !
He breathed heavily, unable to bear the "torture" of the delicate woman's body any longer. His initially tender kisses gradually spiraled out of control,
becoming increasingly violent. He bit her lips, swallowed her tongue, and his large hands kneaded her round, beautiful buttocks,
caressing them incessantly.
The thin blanket between them had long since been pushed aside by the intense friction between them, half hanging
on his feet and half sliding off the bed, exposing his strong, muscular body.
She was terrified and completely at a loss for what to do. She tried to push him away, but found
his bare, hard muscles pressed against her palm, causing her to quickly pull her hand back.
However, this only made it easier for him to do as he pleased.
What should she do? She was so panicked and confused! Her whole body felt like it was on fire, hot and dizzy, and she couldn't tell if
this feeling was excitement or discomfort.
Never before had she been touched so openly by a man; she was so flustered that she didn't know how to resist or how to react.
His rough, wild breath filled her nostrils and mouth… making her almost faint.
His excited hands had already slipped inside the hem of her crumpled skirt, groping along the way to the soft, tender cleft
between , kneading and rubbing it through her panties…
Oh! My God—what does this feel like?
Her whole body involuntarily arched, letting out a soft moan, which only aroused his lower body even more
.
Xiaoyi…
He continued to knead her cleft, turning her around and pressing her down beneath him, his strong body pressing heavily
on her.
No! No! They were nothing to each other, how could she…
She gasped, trying to push him away, but bound by “the constraints of propriety,” she dared not actually reach out to touch
his body.
She wanted to speak, but his lips and tongue were captured in her mouth, preventing her from making a sound.
His bare, muscular chest began to knead her soft breasts, kneading them until she was almost powerless, her
very willpower gradually fading away.
His masculine aura enveloped her, he encircled her in his arms, and kissed her lips firmly,
silencing her thoughts...
She almost forgot what breathing was. Gradually, the lingering passion of their first kiss softened her body,
softened her mind, softened her heart...
Slowly, her limp hands fell to her sides, barely managing to support her against the edge of the bed, weakly resisting the intense and
resolute onslaught of passion.
He seemed to sense her softening, so he released her lips and instead traced the smooth curve of her neck
downwards, savoring her touch. If clothing obstructed his path, he would remove it and set it aside.
Slowly, her flawless skin was revealed in the spring air, its delicate
fragrance drawing his lips and teeth.
Finally, he reached his most longed-for, mysterious place, unbuttoning her skirt, unbuttoning her panties…
pulling them down one by one, then cupping her soft buttocks to his lips, licking her tender, virginal spot—oh my god… oh my god
…
she was powerless to resist! However, the agonizing pleasure forced her to moan, but
almost immediately, she was startled by her own lewd cries.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, silencing her cries.
But intermittent gasps still escaped from between her fingers, echoing in his ears, fueling his
lust.
Oh! So this was the sound of his beloved during passion, so alluring.
He licked away the nectar dripping from her vulva, licked his lips, and kissed his way back up to her fair
neck.
He pressed himself against her again, pulling down her hand from her mouth, lifting her thighs, and pressing
his erect penis against the wetness between her legs, slowly pushing it forward.
His beloved was so small; he couldn't hurt her…
This lingered in his burning mind; all the tenderness and love were focused on this one thing.
He had to be careful, ah! His beloved Xiaoyi.
A satisfied smile played on his resolute lips as he pressed down on the soft, fragrant woman beneath him,
pushing all his burning love for Xiaoyi inside her!
"No—it hurts!"
Even with his gentleness and care, his strong, hard masculine desire still stung her virgin passage, which had never been
violated . Her limp body tensed up suddenly, and she couldn't help but open her eyes,
looking at him in pain, trying to push him away—but it was too late!
He was completely captivated by the tight, warm embrace within her, forgetting his initial caution. He released all his hidden
emotions, plunging himself entirely into her silky depths, making the most intimate union with her.
She, however, tensed up in pain and couldn't help but cry out!
"No...it hurts! No...stop...stop—"
Feeling her tense up again, and how she tightened her grip on him inside her, he reluctantly
stopped , gritting his teeth to suppress his intense desire to release, barely remaining deep inside her—waiting for her to adjust
.
"Xiao Yi...relax...it won't hurt anymore...it won't hurt in a bit...I was too rough..."
His gentle and tender murmurs gradually reached her hazy mind, and her thoughts
slowly cleared.
Xiao Yi? Who is Xiao Yi? She wondered to herself, could it be...the lover in the distance who was waiting for him to ask her about it
?
No—only now did she truly understand how unbearable that piercing pain was, but who could she
blame?
It was herself…
she gave herself to him! She could have resisted strongly, but she… didn’t!
Simply because she selfishly wanted to leave behind a tender, sweet memory!
Suddenly, she froze, as if only now did she see her own heart clearly, and only then was she willing
to honestly admit one thing—it was she who wanted to give herself to him! So, they… really couldn’t blame anyone, and
if she could only keep him as a memory, then she had to cherish this tender moment with him.
Even this profound pain, she had to experience it fully!
She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, hearing him tenderly whisper her lover’s name in her ear. “Xiaoyi
… Xiaoyi…”
He was completely oblivious to the woman’s sorrow; his heart and his feverish mind were filled with nothing but
the image of his beloved.
He buried his face in her smooth neck, noticing that her body seemed less tense, more
accepting of his presence, and began to move rhythmically.
His large hand pulled down her wrist, preventing her from covering her soft moans, while his other hand cupped her buttocks,
welcoming his advance.
"Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, I love your moans, make them out for me... Yes, just like that... Let me
know ... It's not just me enjoying it... You like it too..."
He panted with each thrust, uttering all the wild fantasies he had ever had in his heart.
When he could no longer bear it, he buried his face in her sweet neck, cupping her soft buttocks with both hands,
welcoming his increasingly uncontrollable thrusts, making it easier for him to completely and thoroughly penetrate her softest depths.
"Xiaoyi... never leave me again..."
Tears welled up in her eyes again, the flames of desire engulfing her body, the pain of pleasure rising higher and higher
until she could no longer bear it, feeling as if her whole body was about to break... However,
the whispered words of love he uttered in her ear also placed her heart on the edge of both sweetness and bitterness...
Just when she thought she could no longer go on, he would always push her closer to heaven...
Finally, the stars in the sky collapsed, and she fell back onto the bed, dizzy and dazed; and he fell back onto her
, pressing down on her until she could hardly breathe.
For a long while, she was almost unconscious, her heart seemingly still caught in the intoxicating
passion, unable to recover.
Then, little by little, her shy blood began to beat again.
Oh my! She really did it?!
It was as if, at this moment, the moral constraints that had been swept away by pleasure had returned to her blood
, which had always upheld traditional virtues. She was burning with shame and almost immediately wanted to get up and rush back to her room.
However, his strong male body still pressed her heavily on the bed, seemingly with no intention of getting up.
Her face flushed, she raised her slender hand, trying to push him away and get up.
To her surprise, he reached out and grasped her slender wrists, placing them on either side of her body.
The part that had been inside her regained its vitality, instantly becoming vigorous.
She gasped in surprise. Heavens! He wouldn't be thinking of...
But he was indeed thinking of it, and the moment he thought of it, he immediately put it into action.
He pressed heavily on her, his large hands gripping her wrists on either side, holding them firmly, and began to
thrust back and forth steadily...
She didn't even have a chance to break free. She tried to arch her back and pull away, but instead, she activated her muscles,
further restraining him and drawing him in.
Both of them couldn't help but groan simultaneously at the intense pleasure—his burning breath kissed
the sensitive skin of her ear, then spread to her delicate neck,
tormenting her with each thrust. A
faint tingling pain began to throb on her tender body. Good heavens! Was this agonizing passion never going to end
? She still only dared to gently push his body away, slowly sliding out from beneath him…
She sat quietly on the edge of the bed, panting slightly, raising her hand to lightly touch her chest, feeling her heart still pounding.
He was incredibly skilled, and her breathing was still erratic.
Turning to look at him, in the afterglow of the setting sun, his strong, upright body seemed to be bathed in golden light,
shimmering with a dazzling brilliance.
Her face flushed even more, and she breathed heavily. She quickly turned her head away, not daring to look at the curves of his back—
it was a naked man's body!
Even though they had done *that* several times, to her, he was still a stranger.
Thinking of this, the images of their previous lovemaking flooded her mind again. She covered her burning cheeks, forcing
herself not to think about those explicit scenes anymore.
It should all end here!
It's all in the past!
She believed it would all pass.
After all, in his heart, she was just a substitute for the one named "Xiaoyi"!
She sighed deeply. It was all her own choice; she couldn't blame anyone else.
But perhaps he would never even know she existed?
It didn't matter, she told herself. This was enough for her to cherish for a lifetime; she had no regrets.
The setting sun slowly disappeared into the distance. She blinked again, this time daring not to hesitate for a moment. She bent down
as much as possible to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground, gritting her teeth and barely suppressing the discomfort in her body, tidying
her appearance.
Her father shouldn't notice anything, right? She blushed and looked down at herself.
Inadvertently, her peripheral vision caught sight of the thin blanket that had already slipped to the ground.
She quickly picked him up and gently covered him with the blanket.
Then, she realized with dismay—he was still lying face down!
This position made her incredibly embarrassed, because it made her wonder why he was lying like that.
But… she didn't dare to go forward and turn him over. She was terrified that if she moved him, he would pull
her onto the bed again!
What should she do? Would her father find out?
She hesitated for a long time, still not daring to touch him rashly. Finally, with a heavy
heart, she gave up.
It's better not to! She was so afraid… what if he really dragged her onto the bed again… and what if her father happened to see them when he
returned home That would be the end of her!

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Chapter 3
Xiangci had just stepped out of the study with a basin of water when she bumped into the old man who was walking into the house in the afterglow of the setting sun.
He excitedly raised the string of large fish in his hand, proudly displaying his bountiful catch, "Xiangxiang, look
what Dad caught for our dinner!"
She wasn't prepared for this, and her heart skipped a beat. Her hands unconsciously loosened, and the basin of water
slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground with a thud, spilling water all over the floor.
"Look at you, still so timid. How come you spilled the water basin the moment your father yelled? Hehehe!
Is your father that scary?" She forced a smile, a response to her father's teasing, but
her heart was pounding.
Calm down! Xiangci, you must stay calm, lest you arouse your father's suspicion. Just act as usual
.
She kept encouraging herself, trying to muster enough courage
to face her father as naturally as before.
She bit her lip, forcing a smile onto her face, picked up the water basin, and stood up.
"Father, are you hungry? I'll go prepare dinner for you right away."
"Don't rush, don't rush, Dad's not hungry yet. But you, what's wrong?"
The old man frowned, looking at her face with displeasure. "Why is your face so pale?
Could it be that our 'pampered guest' has made you tired?"
Hearing this, her heart skipped a beat again. She hugged the basin of water to her chest, looking back at her father's concerned
face.
She realized guiltily that her hands, which were tightly hugging the basin, were ice-cold!
"He's alright... just a little feverish, I need to keep changing the towel covering his forehead."
She smiled weakly, said nothing more, and then turned and went into the kitchen, avoiding her father's sharp
gaze.
She wasn't sure she could hold on any longer under her father's watchful eyes. While preparing dinner in the kitchen
, she took the opportunity to calm herself and compose herself.
Stepping out of the living room, she saw her father already sitting at the table, waiting for her.
His insightful eyes stared intently at her, making her scalp tingle,
and her heart, which had finally calmed down, began to race again.
"Xiangxiang, Dad just went in to check on him and found him sleeping face down... What happened? Xiangxiang,
did you move him?"
Her hand holding the soup trembled slightly, almost spilling it, but she managed to remain calm and safely place
the soup on the table.
Unable to discern her father's intentions in asking such questions, she cautiously replied, "No, Xiangxiang didn't
move his body."
"Then why is he sleeping face down? Logically, if he's lost consciousness, he shouldn't be moving... Could it be that
he woke up?"
These questions were increasingly sharp and direct, leaving Xiangci at a loss for words. "Xiangxiang?
Why aren't you saying anything?"
A chill began to creep up from the soles of her feet, slowly spreading throughout her body...
"Xiangxiang?"
Her father's voice seemed to come from afar. She looked over blankly, her body,
having just experienced intimacy, already exhausted from an afternoon of revelry. Now, coupled with the constant tension
and relaxation, it finally overwhelmed her already weakened body.
Darkness descended, enveloping the world, and she softly fainted.
"Xiangxiang!"
"Xiao Yi..."
A satisfied smile played on his lips. He hugged the soft blanket tightly, as if embracing a beloved woman...
and then gradually awoke. He blinked, his mind still lingering on that dreamlike passion.
For a moment, he couldn't quite distinguish whether what he had experienced was real or just his
imagination.
He unconsciously hugged the thin blanket tighter, only then realizing with a sense of loss that what he held in his arms wasn't the
person who had captivated him, but a thin blanket...
So, it was all a dream?
He dejectedly released the thin blanket from his arms, slowly sitting up, feeling as if he had lost something important
, his heart empty…
It turned out, it was all just a dream, yet everything in the dream felt so real…
He moved his fingers, seemingly still able to feel the woman's warm, smooth, fragrant skin…
Could it all be fake?
He still remembered the soft, tingling sensation when he entered her tight body, as if entering a paradise,
and her delicate moans, still echoing so clearly in his ears.
A gentle breeze blew by, and a chill suddenly ran through him, only then realizing he was covered in sweat. He
looked down and was horrified to find himself completely naked!
Only then did he turn his attention to himself. He frowned,
the images were the fragments before he jumped off the cliff. Yet, upon waking, he found himself in an unfamiliar place.
Who had saved him? Or…
who had imprisoned him?
He glanced around, unsure whether he was in enemy hands or on someone else
's territory.
Getting out of bed, he stepped steadily onto the ground, surprised to find that the pain in his chest was gone.
On the contrary, he felt his blood and energy flowing smoothly, and even the old wound inflicted by the sect leader earlier no longer bothered him.
Who…could possibly undo the Poison King's Fortress's "Return to Roots" technique? And even heal the old wound that had accumulated in his
chest?
He couldn't help but look down at his naked body, puzzled as to why the "master" had healed him
but hadn't given him any clothing to cover himself.
Suddenly, he noticed some dark red stains on his genitals. What were they?
In the dim light filtering into the room before dawn, his sharp eyes immediately recognized them—
blood stains ?!
How could there be blood on his genitals?
Could the passion in his dream… have been real?
In his hazy state, he seemed to be embracing a woman's body, softer than jade…
He went back to the bed, picked up the thin blanket to examine it, and sure enough! There were bloodstains on the bed, and even the blanket was
stained with some.
He had always thought he was embracing Xiaoyi from his dream, the woman he could never possess in his lifetime!
Unexpectedly… he had actually taken the body of a pure young girl—so those soft, delicate moans
had truly existed… But why didn't she push him away? Isn't a woman's most precious possession her
chastity? He put down the thin blanket, walked to the window, and looked at the sky gradually revealing the dawn. However,
all he saw was a grove of apricot blossoms in full bloom.
He began to feel lost. Where was he?
"You're awake?"
A rough voice came from the doorway. He couldn't help but turn his head and saw that the old
man was speaking.
The old man walked into the study and looked at the cold, imposing man standing by the window.
In the faint morning light, his naked body was bathed in its glow, which illuminated his muscular frame,
making him appear even more dashing and resolute.
"Did you save me, old man?"
The old man smiled inwardly, thinking, "He's quite polite, isn't he?" But his expression was very
serious , because he hadn't forgotten that this man was the one who had disrupted his daughter's life.
Thinking of his daughter, who was now unconscious in bed, his heart ached. His examination of her
pulse revealed a painful truth—she was no longer a virgin!
He had only been gone for a day, and when he returned at dusk, their world had completely
changed .
All because he had been too carefree. He was filled with remorse for his momentary negligence, but
it was too late to undo the damage.
Although he didn't know the whole story, he was determined to seek justice for his daughter.
The old man carefully examined the man from head to toe in the dim sunlight. Suddenly, his gaze
shifted back, fixing on a certain spot between the man's legs!
In the morning light, there were traces of blood on his docile and quiet, large male organ!
That was—the thought that it was very likely his precious daughter's virgin blood made the old man's
chest uneasy. Flames began to rise slowly, and even his tone turned
sour .
"It was me, not him."
"Thank you for saving me, sir. May I ask your name, my benefactor? If I have the chance in the future, I will certainly repay you."
Leng Shuang faced his benefactor with ease, noticing that his gaze was fixed on his crotch.
It seemed the woman must be someone to this old man.
This was indeed an awkward moment, but Leng Shuang felt there was no need to avoid it. After all, he
had indeed done what he wanted—even though he was still in a dazed state at the time, that did not change
the established fact.
He had already prepared himself for any unpleasant situation he might face.
"Your name is unnecessary. I only want to ask you one thing:
was ruined by you?"
The old man didn't beat around the bush and directly asked the question that had been on his mind.
Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor! Before settling scores, one must double-check! Since the other party intends to
"repay a debt of gratitude," then he certainly doesn't need to be too polite.
Leng Shuang hesitated for a moment; then, without hesitation, she said, "Yes, it is I."
A flash of boiling anger crossed the old man's eyes. He didn't know whether to be more angry at his own negligence or at the
other party's "shamelessness"!
"In that case, please take responsibility first—"
"Responsibility?" Leng Shuang frowned, staring at the old man before him.
"That's right! Speaking of repaying a debt of gratitude, this old man dares not accept it," the old man sneered, waving his hand, his words
concealing his displeasure and anger. "You just need to marry my daughter!" If he thought he could just eat and leave,
he wouldn't let him go.
"Marry my daughter?"
"What? Is that not allowed? Perhaps you already have a wife and children waiting for you back home?" Oh right! How could he not have thought of that? If that were the
case , who would clear his daughter's name? More importantly, would anyone want
her in the future?
"No! I, Leng, am not yet married."
Leng Shuang answered the question honestly, but... the thought of marriage was something he had never even considered.
Throughout his life, it had always been nothing but Midnight Gate; he had no interest in any other woman.
Except for Xiaoyi…
Thinking of that innocent little girl, his heart ached again.
However, the old man's voice pulled him back to reality, "Since that's the case, then there
's nothing to worry about, isn't there?"
Although the old man wasn't happy to marry his beloved, only daughter to
someone who lived on the edge, who else could Xiangci marry if not him? After all, she had already given herself to this kind of person, hadn't she?
Sigh—this man's character was truly impeccable; aside from his questionable profession,
everything else combined was better than that of the young men on Xinghua Island. Sigh! Old Man Gu couldn't help but sigh.
Leng Shuang silently looked at the old man who had been observing him, yet kept shaking his head and sighing. He felt a mix of
amusement and exasperation. Clearly, the old man before him wasn't entirely satisfied with him either—he believed that if
he hadn't accidentally taken Old Man Gu's daughter's virginity, Old Man Gu would never have
given his daughter to him! He also didn't want to marry a woman he had never even met, a woman he was only marrying
because of a fleeting encounter. But the question was, could he refuse? This Old Man Gu was his savior! All the refusals that reached his lips turned into silent protest. Thinking it over, since he would never marry the one he truly desired in this life anyway, what difference did it make who he married? Fat, thin, ugly, beautiful... what difference does it make to him? Every woman is meaningless to him, isn't she? Except for the one he loves most, whom he will never marry in his life, what else is there for him to insist on? "Not going to speak?" Old Man Gu sneered at Leng Shuang, who remained silent. "So—you have no objections?" Leng Shuang's eyes instantly cleared. "Thank you for not minding, Father-in-law. I certainly 'dare not' refuse." "Sigh! We're going to be in-laws, why all this 'father-in-law' and 'I'? It sounds so awkward! Just call me father-in-law or Dad!" Upon hearing Leng Shuang's agreement, Old Man Gu immediately forgot his 'sin' with delight. "Yes, Father-in-law." Leng Shuang didn't refuse, straightforwardly agreeing with Old Man Gu's wishes. "Hahaha...Good, good!" With his worries resolved, Old Man Gu felt much better, and his laughter naturally carried a greater sense of joy. Old Man Gu was originally a carefree and unrestrained man, but all along, his only concern had been his only daughter. Now that he had arranged her future, he no longer had any worries. After taking out his clothes to cover Leng Shuang, he led her to Xiang Ci's boudoir. Dressed in coarse clothes that were clearly too short, Leng Shuang sat quietly by Xiang Ci's bedside, watching her. So this is what she looked like… He gazed at her calmly, unable to describe his feelings. Originally, he had no interest in this girl who was about to become his wife, nor was he curious about her appearance. He didn't care at all whether she was round or flat. But Old Man Gu insisted that he enter her boudoir to check on her. Since his benefactor insisted, he had no choice but to comply and come in to see his future wife. As for Old Man Gu, whom Leng Shuang regarded as her "benefactor," he certainly wouldn't obediently stay inside. To create an opportunity for his silly daughter, he had already taken a fishing rod, waded out the door, and gone to the lake to fish! The sunlight streamed in through the window, leaving only Leng Shuang and the woman lying on the bed inside. A gentle breeze wafted through the room. Leng Shuang silently gazed at the woman on the bed, unsure whether he felt loss or disappointment. He realized that not a single feature of hers resembled Xiao Yi's. Then… why had he, in his dazed state, mistaken this girl for Xiao Yi? He vaguely remembered her soft moans in his ear, the smooth, supple touch of her skin… and the tight, silky interior that sweetly enveloped him… Thinking of this, a surge of heat rushed up from his groin, but upon seeing her face, it vanished silently . No! She wasn't Xiao Yi, not the little darling he longed to love! But this is for the best. Perhaps with a wife, the sect leader will be less bothered by him now? And in the future, when he thinks of Xiaoyi alone at night, he'll have a fixed "outlet" to release his pent-up desires, unlike later on when he couldn't suppress the intense longing in his heart whenever Xiaoyi appeared before him ! I love you, Xiaoyi! I love you… I know I shouldn't be thinking of you, but I can't forget you! Why… aren't you mine? Do you know how much it hurts my heart every time I see you in the sect leader's arms? I want you so much, I want you so much… but I'm getting married now, your beloved Leng Shuang is getting married, won't you feel even a little bit reluctant? If... if you weren't the sect leader's, I would have done everything in my power to win you over, instead of being like this now, forever only able to watch you from afar, thinking of you alone... Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi... He intently scanned the woman's features, trying to find even the slightest resemblance ... But no! Not a single trace, not even the slightest shadow! Disappointed, he reached out and tremblingly touched Xiang Jiao's delicate cheeks, crying out in his heart—why?

...You don't look like her? Why?
Why didn't you push me away back then, but instead let me mistakenly believe you were her?
Let me have a beautiful, innocent dream?
Heaven—you are so cruel, so cruelly shattering my beautiful dream—only to
find out you weren't...you are nothing...
you are just a stranger...
My benefactor said your name is Xiangci..."
Leng Shuang suddenly remembered the knowing smile on Old Man Gu's face, "I don't care what your
identity , I only hope you treat my only daughter well."
It seemed Old Man Gu already knew his identity.
In the past, outsiders who knew his identity only had one fate—death!
But he was his savior…
“No! Strictly speaking, the one who truly saved you was Xiangxiang. If she hadn’t found you in time and insisted on carrying
you back, I wouldn’t have been able to cure you of the poison.”
That’s what Old Man Gu said back then. He even waved his hand and told him directly with a smile, “Basically,
I’m not the kind of person who would go looking for trouble. If it weren’t for my daughter, even if you were going to die, I wouldn’t have gotten involved
. Therefore, the one who truly saved you was my daughter, not me.”
He completely absolved himself of any responsibility for saving him, regardless of whether his words would offend anyone.
But Leng Shuang was no ordinary person. He merely smiled slightly, still deeply grateful to his "prospective"
father-in-law. Having experienced the ways of the world, he knew perfectly well that this old man was no ordinary person. Just from his
piercing eyes, he could tell he was a truly remarkable person.
However, gratitude was one thing, but kindness and love were not to be confused. His heart had already been
mistakenly invaded by a lovely girl, leaving no room for anyone else.
But that lovely girl was never his…
never!
He pulled his gaze from his distant memories to her face—and then, to his astonishment, he
found his fingers still lingering on her fair cheeks, even caressing them! What was he doing?
Startled, he lowered his hand, stood up irritably, and paced to the window, his gaze falling on the apricot blossoms in full bloom outside…
What was he hoping for? She could never be the one in his heart… What was there to
expect?
A melancholy smile crept onto his lips, occupying a corner of his heart—yes! What was there
to expect? She would never be the lovely one in his heart.
So be it!
He indifferently concealed the spark in his heart, stubbornly refusing to let it reignite the pain in his heart, yet he
could not hide the sweet, soft childlike voice echoing deep within his mind.
"Brother Leng Shuang, in front of Wuyu and everyone else, I'll still call you Leng Shuang according to the rules. But in private,
when it's just the two of us, could I just call you Brother Leng Shuang? Because you really do seem like
my older brother... But this is just a little secret between the two of us, so please don't let anyone else know..."

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Chapter Four
Exhausted from the heavy burden on her body and mind, Xiangci slept soundly until the afternoon of the next day.
She slowly opened her beautiful, bright eyes, wondering what had happened to her.
Suddenly, all her memories flooded back; she remembered everything! Father!
She sat up abruptly, frantically trying to get out of bed to find her father!
He must know!
She had to rush to him to apologize and ask him not to be sad.
However, the moment her feet touched the ground, a dizzying sensation gripped her, and she collapsed back onto the bed, weakly
breathing…
Heavens! Her head was spinning…
Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure by the window—completely unprepared
to see a man other than her father in her room, she naively turned her gaze to the man by the window.
However, when their eyes met, she froze completely!
Good heavens! He's awake?
When did he wake up?
And…and…how is he in her room?
How could her father possibly allow him into her boudoir?
Could it be…that he did something to her father?!
The thought made her even more panicked. She no longer cared about the distinction between men and women, and frantically
asked him, "Where's my father…where is my father?"
However, he didn't answer her, only staring intently into his bright black eyes—a gaze that made her feel
so guilty!
Why…why is he just staring at her like that…without saying a word?
"Where...where is my father? Where is he?"
Under his cold, piercing gaze, she unconsciously raised her hand and clutched her clothes. Even though
they had been intimate, she still felt like she was facing a complete stranger!
Why...why was he looking at her like that?
Unable to bear his intense gaze, she lowered her eyes in a panic, instead glancing at the dress on her knees.
So this was her voice—a soft, familiar voice that stirred his heart. That sweet,
soft, childlike voice made him momentarily believe that Xiaoyi was truly speaking to him.
He couldn't stop the ripples spreading through his heart after hearing her voice... ripples
spreading him...
He stared intently at the woman who was about to become his wife, barely noticing what she was asking.
Only when he saw her avert her gaze did he pull his wandering attention back, focusing intently
on her exquisite face. But—no! She was not his Xiaoyi.
Xiao Yi never avoided his gaze. She always looked at him innocently and naively with her pure,
innocent eyes, smiling at him…
He was disappointed once again to find that, apart from her voice, this woman had nothing in common with Xiao Yi
.
The flickering light in his focused eyes gradually dimmed, becoming distant and polite.
He pulled his gaze back, indifferently turning to the window, no longer staring at her.
Xiang Ci was completely unaware of his inner turmoil; her tense heart was entirely focused on her father.
“Please…excuse me…my father…he…”
“Your father is fine.”
His deep voice pierced her heart like an arrow. So this was what his masculine voice was like, just like him
, full of resolute masculine strength.
"Then...then he...he..." Why did he allow you into my bedroom?
But, for some reason, she tried for a long time, but couldn't get the answer to her question.
Leng Shuang didn't understand her hesitation, so she told her, "If I remember correctly, he
mentioned that he was going to meet Yu."
Now that she was sure her father was safe, that was good.
As for the rest, it didn't seem so important.
It was just that he was awake now, and standing alive in front of her, looking full of strength,
which made her feel like she couldn't breathe. She sat on the bed, troubled, not daring to get up or
move even slightly.
The whole space seemed to be filled only with his masculine presence, and she herself seemed to have lost
herself in the overwhelming feeling of his scent. She was so ashamed that she didn't know what to do.
Although it was her room, she was too embarrassed to ask him to leave. What should she do?
Leng Shuang quietly glanced at her, noticing that her once snow-white cheeks were now flushed.
He frowned slightly, realizing his presence was bothering her.
Now that she was awake and had explained things to her benefactor, he didn't need to stay and add to her
"trouble."
He didn't linger any longer, moving out of her room.
Only after he left did the air in the room seem to begin to move again, and her tense heart
finally relaxed, no longer bound by anything.
Only when a gentle breeze brushed her hair did she look away, letting out a soft sigh.
Ah… let it go! "Xiangci, have you forgotten what Father said before? Once he wakes up, no matter what, you
must ask him to leave.
Besides, he has a lover named 'Xiaoyi' waiting for him back home!"
She shook her head, quickly tidying her disheveled appearance, mentally
preparing herself to face him.
Stepping out of the room, she found it empty except for a fresh breeze.
Confused, she frowned and quietly peeked into the open study door—no one there either!
Strange? She almost thought she was dreaming, but she clearly saw him!
Or… had he already left?
The whole situation was a bit "strange," but Xiangci's mind, still half-awake, couldn't quite grasp it. She
felt something was amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. In short, she had
a strange feeling. She sighed, deciding not to disappoint her father's high expectations any longer. She turned and
left the study, heading into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Judging by the sky, her father should be back soon; if she didn't prepare soon, it would be too late.
However, the thought of the amount of food made her hesitate. She wasn't sure
if the man would stay, or if he had already left.
After much deliberation, she finally decided to prepare extra food; otherwise, it wouldn't be polite.
She skillfully cooked in the kitchen, unaware that the man who had given her so much uncertainty was leisurely resting under the apricot tree
outside .
Leng Shuang closed his eyes, peacefully enjoying the cool, refreshing breeze carrying the scent of apricot blossoms.
How long had it been since he'd experienced such tranquility? In his memory… it seemed that only after Xiao Yi first
appeared had he felt this way.
The thought of Xiao Yi caused his heart to ache again. He so wished she were his Xiao Yi, but
under the sect leader's keen gaze, he had to hide it—and because of this, he deliberately didn't heal the wound the sect leader had inflicted on him
, because whenever it ached, he could grieve for her even more deeply.
However, this old wound hampered him during the mission. In a moment of carelessness,
he gave his opponent an opportunity, accidentally triggering the "Return to Roots" technique!
Although he successfully completed the mission, he jumped off the cliff. He had originally intended to end his life, but unexpectedly,
a glimmer of hope appeared – he was "rescued" by a girl from an island filled with apricot blossoms!
Even more unexpectedly, because he mistook her for Xiaoyi… he suddenly gained a wife…
A bitter smile appeared on his lips. He never imagined he would have a wife!
He opened his eyes, looking at the house not far away. Thinking of the stranger who was about to become his wife,
his eyes dimmed again.
"My dear son-in-law! Why are you standing here in a daze?"
Old Man Gu, walking home, spotted Leng Shuang leaning against the apricot tree from afar. He smiled and
approached, greeting him cheerfully.
Leng Shuang looked up at Old Man Gu, his cold expression softening, his eyes instantly
turning gentle, and a smile appearing on his face.
"Perhaps my daughter isn't attractive enough? Or has she not woken up yet?"
Oh dear! This young man doesn't know how to seize an opportunity, a waste of his handsome and strong appearance.
It was precisely to give them some space that this old man had kept his distance,
fishing alone outside for ages; he had calculated that with Leng Shuang's youthful vigor and Xiang Ci's alluring beauty,
their affair would surely intensify!
But to his surprise, upon returning, he found Leng Shuang sitting alone under the apricot tree, lost in thought!
"Miss Gu has already woken up, but I was afraid that being alone with her would tarnish her reputation, so
I came out alone to avoid any potential disturbance," Leng Shuang politely replied to the old man's
evasive manner.
"Still calling her 'Miss' and 'I,' you? We're almost married, why are you being so formal? My dear son-in-law, don't say I didn't tell you..."
" Just call her Xiangxiang!"
"Yes, Father-in-law." Leng Shuang immediately complied.
Hearing his address, the old man's knot in his heart was untied. He
laughed and patted his shoulder, "Good! Good! That's a real, straightforward man! Don't forget! Don't call your soon-to-be wife 'girl' again!" Leng Shuang was a worldly man; he understood the old man's "hint." "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang... Dad's back! Where are you?" Xiangci was busy in the kitchen. Hearing the old man's call, she immediately put down her work, wiped her wet hands, and came out to greet her father. She didn't expect that there was a tall figure following behind her father. With a thud, her heart started beating erratically again, and her face flushed. "Dad... you... he..." Sigh! She didn't know what to ask. Her father, of course, understood Xiangci's shyness and inner turmoil, so he burst into laughter, dropping a bombshell— "Hahaha…silly daughter, you're getting married, why are you still so shy! This won't do !" "Get married?" Hearing this unfamiliar word, Xiangci momentarily forgot her shyness and looked up at . "Yes! Huh?" Old Man Gu turned to Leng Shuang in surprise, "My dear son-in-law! Didn't you tell Xiangxiang that you're going to marry her?" What had they been doing all afternoon? What a waste! What a pity! Xiangci simply couldn't believe her ears. No! "That's not what Father meant, it can't be..." She frantically pulled back her long eyelashes, looking at the tall, unfamiliar man in a panic. "You..." Didn't you already have a lover? But under her father's watchful gaze, she didn't dare ask, afraid of causing him unnecessary trouble. Helplessly, she opened her watery eyes, softly gazing at his unfathomable face, hoping for a clear answer. However, he simply stared at her with his deep black eyes, neither denying nor confirming. Why... why did the world change when she woke up? Could it be... could it be because her father knew about their relationship and, to protect her reputation, forced him to marry her? Otherwise, there's no reason it would turn out like this… The thought of this possibility made her face turn deathly pale. If that were true, it wouldn't be right! It wouldn't be right… Father! It was all her own choice, it had nothing to do with him ! Her face was pale as she turned to her father, about to explain, but upon seeing his cheerful smile, all the words caught in her throat. No! She couldn't say it; her father was so happy, she didn't want to say anything that would hurt him. "What's wrong? Xiangxiang, aren't you happy? Look at you, your face is so pale, or are you… too ?" Actually, Old Man Gu was such a shrewd man, how could he not understand his daughter's thoughts? But— he thought to himself, sigh! Silly daughter! If I don't help you, who will I help? If you continue with your gentle and self-centered nature, always taking things on your own and accepting everything passively without uttering a sound , you'll suffer a great loss sooner or later. Besides, haven't you already given yourself to him? Do you expect your father to just stand by and watch you be taken advantage of, and that person can leave without paying a single penny? What a joke! How could my daughter tolerate being treated like that? Of course, he will make the "perpetrator" take full responsibility! So, Old Man Gu simply pretended not to see the bitterness in his daughter's eyes. "Alright, alright! Dad knows you're just too 'happy,' go! Go get some food to reward my stomach, I'm starving!" Xiangci hesitated for a while, looking at the old man, before finally walking into the kitchen with a dejected air, as if giving up on something . She silently brought out simple, rustic dishes, placing them one by one on the table. Watching her father eat with such relish, she felt a pang of sorrow. She didn't dare look at the other man, simply lowering her head quietly, taking small bites of the barely palatable food . She was too sad to look at him, feeling as if she were the "culprit" who had broken him up with his beloved! Would he... be angry that she was forced to marry a woman he didn't love? But she really didn't understand... Didn't he already have a lover? Why would he agree to her father's request and marry her? What about his lover? Wasn't he afraid his "little one" would be heartbroken? "Xiangxiang, what do you say? Xiangxiang? Xiangxiang!" Old Man Gu's question interrupted her reverie. "What?" She looked up blankly at her father, "Father? What's wrong?" Old Man Gu shook his head and sighed when he saw her like this, "Sigh! Look at you, what are you thinking about so intently? So, you must not have heard what your father just said?" "What did I say?" Xiangci still looked blank. "You! Really! This is your life's most important event! Why is this old man more enthusiastic ? I just said, why don't you two get married tonight and spend the night together in the bridal chamber!" "Father! What did you say?" She was so embarrassed that she could barely lift her face. "Why bring this up now?" Wasn't this forcing him to marry her? She bowed to her father to express her gratitude for his upbringing. After three bows, with heaven and earth and her father as witnesses, they simply completed their wedding ceremony. From then on, Xiangci was no longer a young girl, but Lengshuang's wife. She was also the wife of Ziyemen Aigui, but at this time, she didn't know it yet. crean uid 1231767 Level 020 Fourth-class Resident Occupation Total Score 3 Points 2 Gold Coins 125 Posts 46 Support 18 Status Offline Reading Permission 20 Registration Date 2011-03-17 Last Visit 2011-10-22 Last Post 2011-10-16 no:5 2011-10-16 20:45 [Enlarge Font]

Chapter Five.
Xiangci sat trembling on the edge of the bed, her pale hands, resting on her lap, nervously twisting the
folds of her skirt. Her beautiful eyelashes drooped shyly, obscuring most of her vision.
She was flustered and helpless, not knowing what to do, so she sat quietly on the edge of the bed, too stiff to
move .
Because, the bedroom that had always been hers alone now held another man!
A stranger yet intimate man—her newlywed husband.
The moon was bright outside, but her father couldn't wait to "urge" them into the room to "enjoy" their
wedding night, saying that a moment of bliss was worth a thousand pieces of gold and they should cherish it.
Heavens! How fast!
One moment they were strangers, and now they were intimate husband and wife!
It was simply too fast!
She was both ashamed and flustered, unsure how to compose herself. Unable to
focus kept staring at her hands, which rested on her lap, staring and staring… never daring
to look up…
The smoke from the candlelight illuminated the room with a soft glow, making everything appear hazy and quiet…
Leng Shuang stood by the table, her brows furrowed, looking at the snow-white face shimmering in the dim light. For a moment, she felt a sense of disbelief
! Was he already married?
It was that simple, like a dream, completely unreal.
He gazed at her face, her cheeks bowed, in the flickering candlelight. As he looked, in the hazy light, he almost
imagined Xiaoyi sitting before him, blushing and head bowed just as shyly…
The flames of desire began to flicker, burning through his chest, through his eyes…
At this moment, sitting before him was not someone else, but his Xiaoyi.
He still remembered the soft, sweet, childlike tone in her voice.
The flames burned even more fiercely, sweeping across his lower abdomen, focusing on his masculine desire, igniting a blazing fire
within , hot and erect.
As long as he couldn't see her face, she would be his Xiaoyi, and in the darkness, he could pretend to forget
who she was.
He gently blew out the candle, plunging the room into darkness, with only the faint moonlight filtering through the window
.
He walked towards her step by step, his steps firm and precise.
In the darkness, Xiang Ci felt even more vulnerable and helpless; the darkness seemed like a giant monster, gripping her breath
tightly , making her feel like she could hardly breathe.
Just as her heart was pounding with tension, suddenly, a large hand grasped her chin and lifted it
upwards . Then, her trembling cherry lips were captured by his masculine lips.
He devoured her so fiercely and directly, almost sucking all the air from her lungs.
She whimpered, her whole body going limp, letting him invade every inch of her mouth.
He pulled her onto his lap, forcefully seizing her soft, full body, and
fulfilled all his burning desires for Xiaoyi.
Xiangci had never experienced such intense passion before. Even when he was unconscious, he had acted with
tenderness and affection for Xiaoyi, unlike now, when she was terrified and only wanted to break free.
"No! Don't reject me, Xiaoyi, I love you!"
His words immediately plunged her into hell, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly
held them back…
Unaware of his presence, he licked the sensitive skin of her neck, as if savoring a delicious delicacy!
Oh…
she felt herself starting to feel dizzy again, as if she were falling into a whirlpool…
Her slender hands, pressed against his firm chest, slowly lost their strength, only able to weakly cling to his chest muscles.
But as if he hadn't had enough of her, his large hands, not to be outdone,
rubbed …
His passion, transmitted through his burning hands, melted away
the chill within her body along with the caressing kneading, and she gradually felt her body growing warmer and warmer.
Her limbs also became languid and powerless, and she involuntarily turned her neck, letting his lips and teeth
taste .
"Xiao Yi…" he sighed, leaning in to inhale the fragrance of her pink neck, so intoxicated that he forgot himself.
His teeth bit her hard, a pang of sorrow welling up in her eyes, forcing tears to fall. Xiangci thought to herself with heartache, she
should have known all along that she was merely a substitute for Xiaoyi in his heart!
Since she had already understood this, what was there for her to feel aggrieved about?
At least he had been honest, never hiding his longing from her.
Tears slid down her cheeks and neck, falling into the tongue that licked her soft neck, and he sucked them in along with her.
But he continued kissing her down to her collarbone, his tongue swirling over her skin…
Oh…
She couldn't control herself, tilting her head back, letting him suckle her softly, her body utterly
powerless to resist. A surging pleasure welled up in her chest, masking her bitterness.
Ah… let him have it!
It wasn't the first time, so what was there to be sad about?
At least she could still have this intimate tenderness, and that was enough!
So, Xiangci gave up struggling, gave up the bitterness, and gave up the resentment—it was all her own choice
, and had nothing to do with him! She was truly willing, regardless of whether he loved her or not, whether she was a substitute or not, she loved him.
Her heart pounded, melting into the darkness, into the strong masculine scent that enveloped her—he
buried her chest, rubbing her soft breasts through her clothes, making her tremble.
A soft sound escaped her throat unconsciously, drifting in the air, transforming into a more intense
moan …
It was that sound!
That sound that had echoed in his ears, that he had mistaken for innocence, was that sound…
Ah! His caresses…
his large hand couldn't resist slipping under her skirt, slowly climbing up her soft calves, caressing
every inch of skin it touched…
so smooth… so delicate…
his strong, large fingers lingered, reluctantly caressing her smooth, beautiful legs, from calves to thighs, not letting
a single spot go untouched.
Her body went even weaker, and she could only slump helplessly in his arms, letting him do as he pleased.
His large hand finally found her panties, but instead of going in, he lingered on her legs…
He kneaded and rubbed her back and forth along the edge of her panties...
A surge of heat swept from her head down her lower abdomen, reaching her curled-up toes. She felt a dizzying heat and realized that her
breasts had suddenly become very swollen, as if yearning for something... to help relieve her...
Oh! And... and her "down there," it felt like it was melting...
A stimulating, burning sensation washed over her already wet and soft valley in waves, making her unable
to control herself and only wanting to drown in it...
Her moans and softened body stimulated his large hands, which could no longer resist the temptation to slip under the edge of her panties,
directly probing the mysterious and sexy area between her legs.
He was aroused to find her already wet, and even softer and juicier…
“Ah…”
She couldn’t take it anymore. Her hands, which had been clutching the sides of her skirt, suddenly grabbed his
head, which was buried in her chest, biting her nipple, and she couldn’t help but cry out!
His thick fingers skillfully caressed her feminine erogenous zones, trying to draw out more of her nectar…
Finally, he quickly pulled down her panties to his lap and impatiently unzipped his own crotch, releasing his
long-standing, hard erection.
He cupped her round buttocks and, sitting there, thrust upwards into her wet flower, reaching deep into her silky, slippery
passage .
A feeling of fullness, even more intense than fullness, lingered hotly within her, filling her and opening her up!
She was no longer herself…
In the darkness, it seemed she could let go of everything, that nothing mattered, including
the side of her bound by societal norms!
As he completely disappeared from her body, he withdrew a little further, then thrust upwards forcefully, completely
burying her… This powerful, repetitive rhythm caused her to involuntarily tilt her head back and moan softly.
“Ah, ah… ah… ah…”
Was that wanton moan hers? Or someone else’s? She couldn’t tell anymore, only able to sit dizzily
on his lap, letting him thrust powerfully and rhythmically.
He loved hearing her wanton cries; each one fueled his desire, making it even more intense and exciting—
like his beloved Xiaoyi moaning in his ear!
Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi…
every thrust he made was an expression of his love for Xiaoyi.
In the darkness, before his eyes, all he saw was Xiaoyi's pure face!
"Ah, ah… ah…"
And the sounds of her panting and moaning in his ear were the only sounds he wanted to hold onto. He went deeper and
harder .
A burning fire surged within him, and he felt as if Xiaoyi was truly in his arms, sitting on his lap, tightly
enveloping his fierce, throbbing desire, allowing him to seize all the sweet secrets of her soft body time and time again
.
Gradually, he became dissatisfied with this position and this routine. He held her tightly,
almost as if he wanted to meld her into his body, but that wasn't enough!
He wanted more—he suddenly pushed her back onto the bed, his upper body pressing down on her,
while his lower body thrust in and out of her soft flesh relentlessly, savoring her sensations.
He swiftly tore open her already half-open blouse to make it easier to press his chest against her full breasts
.
But her bodice remained on her chest, separating their skin from each other. He frowned impatiently,
pulled off the bodice, and tossed it aside, feeling her breasts seem to bounce out with elasticity…
Then, he kneaded and pressed his hand against her silky, rounded breasts.
Oh my God…
this naked skin-to-skin contact was so intimate, so overwhelming, that she trembled
and shrank back!
But he, consumed by passion, wouldn't allow her to do so. His hard chest pressed even harder against her soft breasts,
his lower body thrusting rhythmically, rubbing and kneading her breasts—pressing and
rubbing, pressing and rubbing…
Oh…
She was pulled back by him, her body arching, welcoming his firm
thrusts passion.
At that moment, the world spun around her. She closed her eyes, trying to stop the dizziness, but her
frail body, violently pounded by him, could only helplessly continue to fall into that seemingly endless vortex…
The night passed!
The dawn's light quietly pierced through the window, gradually illuminating everything in the room.
Xiangci slowly awoke. For a moment, her consciousness was still adrift, unsure of her
surroundings . It wasn't until a heavy pressure on her chest fully jolted her awake.
She looked up at the source of the pressure, and in the dim light, a strong, thick arm
stretched across her bare chest, pressing against her breasts.
Ah! Suddenly, she remembered everything: she was married, his wife in name and in fact.
She recalled the fiery passion of last night, completely captivating in the darkness. That intoxicating
experience was even more vivid in the daytime, as if etched into her heart,
unforgettable and indelible…
Thinking of this, she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She turned to push him away and get up, but when her gaze
met his sleeping face, she forgot everything…
She gazed longingly at his sleeping features. With his eyes closed, he looked much more relaxed…
An indescribable intimacy rose sweetly from the depths of her heart, warming her shy and
uncomfortable limbs.
He… was now her husband for life…
Unconsciously, she raised her other, unrestrained, snow-white hand, wanting to touch his face.
Unexpectedly, just as her hand was about to touch his face, he suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at her
.
His bright eyes were clear and alert, not at all like someone who had just woken up.
His gaze was so sharp that she dared not touch him again. Her hand froze awkwardly in mid-air,
unsure whether to move forward or lower it, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Finally, his deep voice rang out, slowly and clearly penetrating her eardrums and reaching her heart,
"Don't do that again!"
The intimate atmosphere that had filled the air vanished instantly, replaced by
a fragile sadness and a chilling melancholy that welled up within her…
Her face was pale, her limp hands hanging
limply, unable to look at him again. He stared at her stunningly beautiful face, now even paler. The magical spell of last night's darkness seemed to have been
broken, and his tender feelings had transformed into her in the daylight!
Yet, looking at her, she felt so unfamiliar and distant.
The infatuated light in his eyes vanished, and he withdrew his gaze without hesitation, indifferently getting out of bed,
ignoring his nakedness, and casually picking up his scattered clothes to put them on.
She blushed and looked away, feeling even more lost.
So… last night's passion, once touched by the light of today's daylight, was… nothing at all!
Like ashes burned out, not even a trace of warmth remained.
She silently turned her head away, letting the blanket absorb the tears on her face
.
Only after the door closed again did she dare to turn and look in the direction he had left. Her reluctant gaze lingered on the door for a while before she reluctantly looked away.
She gently hugged the blanket that still held his warmth, rubbing her cheek softly against it for a moment.
Ah! She still loved him so much, couldn't give him up, and was even willing to endure this intense pain in her heart!
She raised her head, blinked her slightly sore eyelids, and looked at the spring light streaming into the room through the window. It was so
bright, and she was still in bed—usually at this time, she would already be preparing breakfast for her father.
Dragging her tired body, she got up as quickly as possible, dressed, tidied her appearance,
and then hurriedly left the room.
Unexpectedly, as she stepped out of the room, she looked up to see her husband sitting at the table, chatting casually with her father.
He had clearly seen her come out of the room too.
He glanced at her, and the instant their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat
. However, before she could look away, his gaze calmly shifted away.
She suppressed the heavy feeling of disappointment in her heart, slowed her steps, and walked forward to greet her father.
When the old man saw her come out, he chuckled and said "good" repeatedly, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
"Xiangxiang, you look 'a little' tired! Why don't you consider going back in for a nap? Look at you!
You've got dark circles under your eyes."
Xiangci's face flushed. Was she really that tired?
Thinking about how little she had actually rested last night, she felt even more embarrassed, and her face drooped even
lower.
"Xiangxiang isn't tired... Dad, are you hungry? I'll go prepare breakfast for you," she said softly.
"Hehehe... Xiangxiang, although Dad is comforted that you didn't forget Dad's existence the morning after your wedding,
have you forgotten that you still have a husband beside me?"
The old man teased, reminding her as he stood before him, not daring to look at his daughter beside him.
Although Xiangci shook her head shyly, she still didn't dare to look at Leng Shuang. Her face flushed, and amidst her father's laughter
, she turned and quickly walked towards the kitchen.
Leng Shuang's thoughtful eyes followed her retreating figure until she entered the kitchen.
Old Man Zhan, however, misunderstood his intentions and teased him with amusement, "So reluctant to part with her? Don't worry,
she'll be out in a moment."
Leng Shuang withdrew his gaze, revealing a faint smile, "It's not like that, Father-in-law. I was just thinking… it's time to
take Xiangci back."
Upon hearing this, Old Man Zhan fell silent, even his smile vanishing.
Back? Logically, he should have already expected this and shouldn't be so surprised, but when he
suddenly heard it, he still felt a deep reluctance.
It seems his mental preparation wasn't quite right.
"Really... are we going back?"
The old man thought for a moment, then laughed heartily again. "Alright, let's go back then!
When we leaving?"
People say that a married daughter is like water spilled from a cup; he had nothing to hold onto. After all,
he had never considered Xiangci his property.
The only thing he couldn't bear to part with was that she was his beloved daughter!
But... now that she was married, she belonged to her husband, and he, as her father, should let go.
Leng Shuang looked at the cheerful old man before her, understanding his inner reluctance, but still gently stated his
plan.
"If my father-in-law allows, I plan to take her away tomorrow."
"Alright! Let's do that..."
As a result, the breakfast was eaten very quietly. Even Xiangci found it strange. She didn't understand why her father, who had been in a good mood
just now was so quiet and seemed a little depressed during the meal...
What was going on? It wasn't
until later, when Leng Shuang told her the reason in the room, that she suddenly understood.
"What! Going back with you tomorrow?" What about her father?
Thinking of her father's loneliness, she couldn't bear to leave with Leng Shuang. No! She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay
and keep her father company...
Leng Shuang silently looked into her eyes and coldly nodded.
"But, my father..." Overwhelmed with worry, she forgot her shyness and fear, looking up directly into his silent
eyes.
"You're already married to me." He calmly interrupted her concerns, reminding her of her new identity.
Did he mean that her future home was him, not her father?
Her face paled instantly, but she still mustered the courage to express her feelings, "But... my father
is getting old ... if... if I leave, he'll be all alone... I'm worried about him."
He didn't speak, only staring intently at her with his deep, dark eyes, until she trembled from the bottom of
her heart .
What was he thinking? Why wasn't he saying anything? Did he... disagree?
"I have to go back."
He gazed at her deeply, reiterating his feelings once more.
The light in her eyes gradually dimmed… She understood the principle of following one's husband after marriage, but…
“Then… could you please postpone it for… three more days? Let me spend more time with my father? Please…”
She choked back tears as she gazed at him, “Please.”
He stared at the tears welling up in her eyelashes, and after a long while, he finally found his voice and said hoarsely, “Okay,
three days.”
For a moment, her pitiful expression seemed like his own kindness… making him almost forget
where .
But the moment the impulse surged, he instantly pulled himself back to his senses and stopped himself.
He clenched his fists, forced himself to turn around, and walked out.
No… she wasn’t his Xiaoyi, she wasn’t!
But that night, when everything was shrouded in darkness again, he
invaded all her softness and beauty even more frantically than the night before, refusing to let her rest. He claimed her again and again,
sinking into the boundless darkness with her!

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Chapter Six
In the fragrance of apricot blossoms, Xiangci ran out of the house and caught up with Gu Laotou,
who was .
"Dad, Dad, wait for me!"
"Xiangxiang?"
Old Man Gu stopped in surprise, turning to look at his daughter who was running towards him, panting. "Is something wrong?"
They had just finished lunch, and the sun was high in the sky. The spring breeze carried the warm scent of apricot blossoms, making one feel
extremely comfortable. "Nothing, I... I just wanted to go fishing with you..."
She caught her breath, looking shyly at those beloved and familiar eyes.
Old Man Gu immediately understood. Xiangci must already know that she was leaving, right? Otherwise, why would she,
who was never one to follow orders, suddenly make this request?
A flicker of reluctance suddenly crossed his worldly eyes, but he brushed it off with a joke, masking
the sadness welling up inside him. "You're willing to leave your newlywed husband alone at home and go
fishing with this boring old man like me?"
"Father, how can you say that about yourself?"
Her face flushed slightly, but she quickly suppressed her shyness. "I've never thought you were boring
!"
"Then why have I never heard you mention going fishing with me before?" he teased.
"That's...that's because your daughter always thought you liked fishing alone and didn't like anyone
disturbing your enjoyment."
Gradually, Xiangci became more at ease, and her voice returned to normal.
She walked quietly beside her father along the flower-lined path.
The apricot blossoms on either side swayed gently in the spring breeze, releasing their sweet fragrance. Occasionally, a
tiny petal would be blown down and softly fall to the ground.
The old man deliberately slowed his pace to match Xiangci's light steps, enjoying
the feeling of strolling with his daughter.
"Xiangxiang, did you mention to Leng Shuang that you wanted to stay a few more days to keep this old man company?"
Oh dear! Her father even knew that. Xiangci blushed and nodded gently. He shook his head, touched, understanding how much courage
it took for her to make such a request in front of a man like Leng Shuang. Ah! His silly daughter! "Father understands you're worried about how I'll live after you're gone, right?" Xiangci almost burst into tears at the mention of this. Yes! She was so worried. She was terrified that her father would be gone. How would he live without anyone to serve him? What if something really happened to him, and she, his only daughter, wasn't there for him? The more she thought about it, the more worried she became, feeling like an unfilial daughter who couldn't serve him and be there for him for years. "Xiangxiang, my dear daughter," Old Man Gu said, his heart aching at her plight. He knew that if he didn't say something, she would do something rash. "Don't worry about me, just go peacefully with your husband! Father will be fine , okay?" Hearing this, she felt even more heartbroken, and tears naturally streamed down her face. She immediately bent down kneeling before the old man. "Xiangxiang, what are you doing! Get up!" Her actions startled him greatly. She refused to get up, stubbornly remaining kneeling on the ground, gazing at her father with tearful eyes. "Father...Father...It's my fault for being unfilial and letting you down. Of course...of course it was my own fault for giving myself to him. Actually, it has nothing to do with him...it's just...I... ah!" She really didn't know what to say. Her mind was a jumbled mess, and all the words she wanted to say turned into a string of tears rolling down her cheeks. She only felt her heart aching, having failed her father's kindness in raising her. "Sigh! Xiangxiang, tell your father honestly, do you love him very much?" The old man gently stroked the black hair on her head, something he hadn't done since she had grown into a beautiful young woman . Upon hearing her father's question, Xiangci felt a pang of pain in her heart, and another string of tears rolled down her cheeks. "Since it's so hot, then love wholeheartedly! After all, youth only comes once, so what's wrong with that?" She raised her tear-filled eyes in surprise, staring blankly at her father 's kind and peaceful face. "Xiangxiang, my good daughter," he reluctantly helped her up, not allowing her to refuse, "Get up! Don't kneel down to anyone so easily, including your father. Why should you feel guilty towards your father for loving him so much? Xiangxiang! Do you know that what your father wants is not your guilt, but your happiness?" "Father..." She felt even more heartbroken upon hearing this, not knowing how to repay her father's kindness, and could only let the tears stream down her cheeks, feeling as if she could never repay him. "Hey, hey, hey! Look at you, why are you crying again? Such beautiful eyes, if they're always filled with tears, how can your father see clearly?" "Father..." Understanding her father's intention to tease her, and in order not to make him continue to feel sorry for her, she tried her best to bloom a , but the tears still overflowed from her eyes and slid down her cheeks uncontrollably.

"Alright, alright! If you keep crying, your father will be swept away by the flood of tears!"
She chuckled at this, quickly taking out her handkerchief to wipe away the remaining tears from her face, presenting her father with
a graceful daughter. "Yes! This is my good daughter."
The old man smiled with satisfaction, looking at his gentle yet resolute daughter. He believed she
would overcome any difficulties she might encounter in the future.
"Daughter, do you know the status of the man you married?"
She shook her head in confusion, wondering if her husband's status mattered. Having lived
in seclusion on Apricot Blossom Island with her father for so long, Xiangci had not experienced the complexities of human relationships and therefore did not understand
that status symbolized a person's position and weight in society.
It seemed Leng Shuang hadn't told her yet.
Old Gu gazed at his gentle and refined daughter, pondering whether to reveal Leng Shuang's hidden identity.
But after much deliberation, he decided it was best for his son-in-law to decide for himself.
Since his son-in-law hadn't spoken, it was likely out of concern for his daughter's safety.
He shouldn't presume to expose it.
After all, the fewer people who knew, the better. But did his son-in-law intend to keep this a secret from Xiangxiang forever?
"Father?" Xiangci looked at her father, who had been deep in thought and remained silent, wondering why he hadn't continued
.
Sigh! It's best not to say anything; let her son-in-law decide! Perhaps what his daughter needed wasn't this, but rather—
"Don't forget, you still have a home. Whenever you need me, Dad will always welcome you back."
To be honest, he was a little worried about her husband's instability. Although
he, as her father, had personally arranged this marriage, but…
"Don't worry, we'll have enough to eat. Even if Dad has to support you for the rest of your life, we won't starve
."
Hearing her father say this, she felt tears welling up again, but this time, she wouldn't let them rise
, she would suppress them no matter what.
To show her father her best side, she nodded gently, believing she truly was
the happiest daughter in the world.
"Thank you, Dad. Xiangxiang will take good care of herself, and... please take good care of yourself too, Dad, and don't
worry about me anymore."
She mustered her courage and stepped forward, doing something she had wanted to do for a long time: she took her father's hand.
Ah! What a nostalgic feeling.
When she was a little girl, her father often held her little hand and took her for walks, but she didn't know when it
started, her father no longer held her hand and took her everywhere. She played.
From that moment on, she began to strictly adhere to etiquette. She remained dutiful, never again holding her father's warm hand. She
never even linked arms with him.
But now, as she was about to leave, she cast aside the shackles of etiquette and decided to take the initiative, linking
arms with her father and reliving some childhood memories together.
The old man was, of course, overjoyed. After all, this was just a rural area; who cared about so many
rigid rules?
"Hehehe... Xiangxiang! Look at you, so grown up, what? Still so attached to your father?"
he teased.
Xiangci's face flushed instantly, but she still didn't let go. She knew her father was happy with what she was doing;
from his laughter, she knew that was enough!
Deep within the apricot grove, a tall, imposing man lay supine, eyes closed, savoring
this rare moment of tranquility.
How incredible! He now had a wife—a complete stranger.
When he thought of her, all that came to mind was Xiaoyi's sweet smile, while the image of Xiangci remained
incompletely clear.
His only vivid memory of her was her soft, delicate moans and gasps in bed at night, so gentle and
tender.
They lingered in his ears, stirring his heart.
But with the first light of dawn, everything vanished, along with their passion, disappearing without a trace in the sunrise
.
The two reverted to their daytime awkwardness, leaving him with an indescribable sense of melancholy and
emptiness , as if he had lost something, or relinquished something.
A gentle spring breeze, carrying the scent of apricot blossoms, brushed against his clothes, as if
comforting his loneliness.
He opened his eyes, gazing at the slivers of blue sky peeking through the apricot blossoms above, and the tense lines on his face
relaxed.
Strictly speaking, this was the first time in his life he had lay so relaxed and carefree on the earth, looking up at the
vibrant and breathing in the unique fragrance of the soft soil.
He had never had this opportunity before, always rushing from one mission to another, or shouldering
the responsibilities within the Midnight Gate.
Unlike now, he… was actually doing absolutely nothing.
He wondered, is this what it feels like to steal a half-day of leisure?
A slight smile involuntarily appeared on his resolute lips.
Watching the apricot petals being blown down by the gentle breeze, drifting slowly into the air, his mood couldn't help but
feel relaxed.
These past few days, Xiangci had been accompanying her father fishing, but the virtuous girl would still get up early to
prepare a whole day's meals for Lengshuang, who was left alone at home.
These past few days, he had been alone from morning till evening, until Xiangci accompanied her father home as the sun set
.
This rare moment of leisure sometimes leaves one feeling bewildered.
He wondered if Xiao and the others were nearly driven mad by their search for him.
The thought that Xiao's companions might no longer be able to maintain their composure made him want to laugh; after all, if
that were the case, then his injuries would have been worthwhile.
Was it even possible?
He hadn't contacted them for so many days; they must be frantically searching for him!
And if she hadn't seen him and insisted on carrying him back from the island, he probably wouldn't be saved!
For a delicate young woman to decide to carry a clearly seriously injured stranger home alone
must have taken considerable courage, right?
But he would rather she were a bystander who wouldn't help than save him, a man whose heart was already dead!
He felt obligated to repay her for saving his life, especially since he had already taken her body while she was unconscious.
He truly believed she was Xiaoyi from his dreams.
Her voice… always stirred his heart to the point of ecstasy, and the occasional look she revealed
was so captivating, so much like Xiaoyi…
Alas! One was a woman he didn't love but wanted; the other was a woman he loved but couldn't have.
But what did it matter? If he couldn't marry the one he loved most, what difference did it make who he married?
Wasn't that why he had made up his mind to marry her in the first place? Why should he still be so
hung up on it now?
Besides, with her, and after bringing her back to Nameless Valley, he believed the sect leader would be more "at ease," right?
Wouldn't he be able to talk to Xiaoyi more freely then?
He admitted that he still harbored some selfish motives; he hoped to use her as a shield to deflect the sect leader's
unnecessary jealousy and obstruction.
With a man's intuition, he was quite aware that the sect leader still harbored intense jealousy towards him, simply because he was the man
Xiao .
Even though Xiao Yi met him as her "elder brother," he knew deep down that the sect leader
was still quite displeased with him.
And that displeasure carried an extremely strong possessiveness, enough to destroy anyone.
Leng Shuang knew perfectly well that the sect leader was suppressing himself with profound self-control, so he always deliberately
maintained a certain distance from the sect leader and Xiao Yi, but Xiao Yi always prevented him from doing so.
Just when he finally managed to suppress the burgeoning desire within him, she would suddenly appear
before him, smiling and calling him "Brother Leng Shuang," causing all his resolve to crumble once more.
Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi, do you know how much effort it takes for your "Brother Leng Shuang"
to , to truly become the "Brother Leng Shuang" you envision?
However, just when he was about to break down his pretense, due to a series of unfortunate events, he married another
woman.
Perhaps this was for the best; Xiang Ci could alleviate his yearning for Xiao Yi, preventing him from making a grave
mistake.
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard footsteps approaching from afar, seemingly walking slowly towards him.
Disliking intrusion into his private space, he raised an eyebrow and looked into the distance, intending
to get up and avoid the other island residents if he saw them.
However, through the dense apricot grove, he vaguely saw a slender, beautiful figure gracefully
walking towards him.
Upon closer inspection, it was his newlywed wife.
The wrinkles between his brows deepened, his gaze shifting from relaxed to serious. He closed his eyes, sealing
the image of Xiao Yi deep within his heart once more. Xiang Ci gently approached where Leng Shuang lay, growing increasingly nervous with each step.
What should she do?
She felt her heart trembling; he seemed to be resting!
Should she approach him like this? Or should she step aside and give him some space?
It turned out that Old Man Gu had noticed Xiangci had been leaving with him early every morning and returning home late every night for the past two days.
While her actions had indeed greatly comforted his heart as a father, he
felt .
Therefore, while it was still light today, he urged Xiangci to go home and see her husband, to spend
some time with him when no one was around.
He didn't want her husband to criticize her for being insensible, not even knowing how to "serve" him.
Unable to refuse her father's good intentions, Xiangci had no choice but to obediently follow Old Man Gu's "
instructions " and return home.
Upon seeing him lying on the ground, seemingly resting peacefully, Xiangci, who deeply loved him,
dared approach further, lest she disturb his tranquility.
"Is something the matter?" he finally spoke. His
calm, magnetic male voice echoed in her ears, reaching deep into her heart, stirring waves
of emotion. She took a deep breath, calming her trembling heart, before gently meeting his gaze.
"Nothing, it's just…"
Don't be afraid, Xiangci, just bravely speak your mind. There's nothing to be shy about. She
kept encouraging herself, determined not to easily disappoint her father's wishes.
"I just wanted to talk to you.
" "Talk?" He finally opened his eyes, looking at her cheeks, which were flushed. "What to say?"
"Anything." She nodded, not knowing what to say, but this seemed to be the most appropriate answer.
He gazed at her quietly for a moment, then slowly got up, walked past her, and went into the house,
leaving her with only one sentence.
"I think... there's nothing between us, is there?"
Although she was mentally prepared, hearing this still stung Xiangci's heart like a needle.
He... must hate her!
Because if she hadn't accidentally revealed the traces, her father wouldn't have forced him to marry
her under the pretext of repaying a debt of gratitude, and he wouldn't have been forced to separate from his Xiaoyi and marry her instead.
She raised her hand and gently pressed it against her slightly aching chest, wondering if the pain was for him or for
herself.
After a long while, she sadly lowered her hand, took out a handkerchief, and quietly wiped the tears from her cheeks.
Only when she was sure her cheeks were clean and she had regained her composure did she carefully put the handkerchief away and slowly
walk towards the lake where her father was fishing, no longer wanting to disturb her husband's peace and quiet, leaving him his own private space.

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Chapter Seven
At midnight, it was the time when a hundred ghosts roamed the night.
In the dark sky, a white jade disc hung high, radiating a jade-like brilliance, quietly
illuminating the sleeping earth.
On the town's rooftops, bathed in silver light, a dark figure carried a sleeping woman, running swiftly.
Upon closer inspection, the sleeping woman was none other than Xiang Ci.
Indeed, the three-day agreement had been fulfilled. For convenience, he had pressed her pressure points, putting her to sleep, and
silently carried her away from Apricot Blossom Island, watched by the old man.
His old chest wound, thanks to the old man's skillful treatment, along with the toxins in his body,
had completely healed. This allowed him to move with effortless grace, as if guided by flowing water.
He felt the change in his body, and with a burst of energy, he ran forward. He no longer felt the
lingering, dull ache in his chest, as if a reminder of what he had lost.
Suddenly, another shadowy figure appeared on the previously empty rooftop, blocking
his path.
In the moonlight, Leng Shuang was startled to see a finely crafted ghost mask gleaming with silver light on the person's face—Le Guai?!
He abruptly stopped, standing on the moonlit rooftop, no longer moving forward.
"You wretched ghost! You've worried us to death! We've searched for so many days, and you just
appeared unharmed? Hey! Do you know how much trouble your disappearance has caused us?"
Upon seeing Leng Shuang, Leng Lei, behind the mask, finally relaxed after days of worry and rattled off
a long string of words. There was nothing they could do; Leng Shuang had disappeared without a word for several days, causing everyone to panic.
"Shut up," Leng Shuang uttered curtly, almost rolling his eyes.
Honestly! Of all the people he could have run into, he had to run into the most talkative Leng Lei, whose noise was making his ears throb again
.
Sigh! Leng Shuang is Leng Shuang; he always speaks so coldly, completely devoid of emotion, Leng Lei
thought to himself.
Seeing Leng Shuang's expression, they had all worried for nothing. Leng Lei breathed a sigh of relief, his smile almost reaching
his ears.
Ah! Perfect; he felt like joking and scolding again. Out of
the corner of his eye, he noticed the woman being held in Leng Shuang's arms.
"Hey! Are you robbing some innocent woman? Otherwise, how come you suddenly have a woman in your arms?"
What a load of rubbish! He didn't say anything nice from the start. Leng Shuang snorted coldly, skipping over this low-
brow question.
"Le Guai, are you planning to stand here and argue with me for the rest of your life until everyone comes to attack us
?"
Outside, the four leaders of the Midnight Gate all addressed each other by code names to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Leng Xue protested indignantly, "Hey! What are you saying? I'm concerned about you! Sigh!
You still haven't told me who this woman is?"
"It's not convenient to talk about it here. We'll talk about it when we get back."
Leng Shuang couldn't help but frown, wondering if Leng Lei was missing a screw. Did he not know about the Midnight Gate?
"Don't people ever 'chat' outside?"
Leng Shuang glared at him, clearly expressing his dissatisfaction with Leng Lei's slowness.
"Alright, alright! Stop glaring. Why do you people like glaring so much? Do you think glaring makes you bigger
? Even Leng Xiao and Leng Xia are like that, it's unbearable!"
Leng Shuang thought to himself, he couldn't stand Leng Lei at all! Except when on missions, Leng Lei was practically hopelessly slow
.
However, he was one of the four most feared leaders of the Midnight Gate. He wondered if
people would be so angry they'd vomit blood once they knew Leng Lei's true colors.
But in the end, Leng Lei still offered some more human-like and reasonable advice.
"Let's go to the villa first! Your identity as a ghost is already enough to attract attention, let alone carrying
a delicate young woman. In any case, let's go to the villa first, after all, it will take several
days and nights to get back!"
So, Leng Shuang agreed without objection and went with Leng Bei to the villa in the suburbs to rest in the middle of the night,
and to discuss how they should get back.
"What? She's your wife?" Leng Lei stood up in surprise.
"Hey! Am I hearing things, or did you really say that?" He stared at Leng Shuang, who
was sitting .
The two of them had now changed out of their black robes and mysterious ghost masks and into ordinary casual clothes.
They sat together in the hall, savoring the fine tea served by the steward, trying to refresh themselves and moisten their throats.
"You heard me right, I really did get married."
"Only a few days ago?" Judging from Leng Lei's expression, it was as if his marriage was something
unbelievable .
"Yes, only a few days ago." Leng Lei almost ran away in shock.
"Even we didn't know, and you got married?"
"Yes, even you didn't know, and I got married." A barely perceptible
smile appeared on Leng Shuang's lips.
For some reason, seeing Leng Lei's shocked expression at this moment made him want to burst into laughter!
"When did this happen? There wasn't a single warning."
"This happened..." Leng Shuang continued sipping his tea slowly, "It wasn't something I
expected either!"
"So..." Leng Lei frowned in confusion, "You fell in love with her at first sight?"
Leng Lei paused in his tea-drinking, "No." He then downed his tea in one gulp, treating it like wine.
Leng Lei watched in disbelief. Wow! This guy, is that how you drink tea?
What a waste!
Leng Lei shook his head, voicing his doubts. "No? Then what is it?"
Leng Shuang gave him a gloomy look, poured herself another cup of tea, and drank it all in one go.
It seems the inside story of this marriage is quite complicated; he'd better be sensible!
"Alright! I won't ask about that. But where have you been these past few days?" Leng Lei expressed his "concern" in a different
way .
"A task that should have been resolved quickly turned into a disaster. The news that reached Midnight Gate was that you were poisoned, jumped off a cliff
, and were never found. And to make matters worse, the Gate Master's wife heard the news, and she was so worried she cried for you
, almost leaving the valley to look for you..."
Leng Lei gave a detailed account of what happened after his disappearance.
"What? She cried for me?"
"Yes! She cried so much everyone was terrified." Thinking of this, Leng Lei was still a little "shaky"!
"You have no idea, everyone who saw her these past few days said her eyes were swollen like walnuts, and I heard..."
"No matter what I say, you won't listen! The sect leader is practically dying of jealousy, which is why the atmosphere in the sect has been so tense these past few nights."
Leng Lei could practically be crowned the best gossip king of our time, watching him embellish his stories with such gusto.
Leng Shuang felt a pang of heartache listening to him. "Then..., is the sect leader's wife... alright?"
"Fine! How could she not be?"
Leng Shuang raised her questioning eyes, giving Leng Lei a rather "ambiguous" smile.
"In the end, the sect leader was so angry that he locked himself and his wife in their room, and even the young master was taken away by the nanny. He would
n't allow anyone to disturb them. Tell me,
what else could the sect leader's wife be doing right now besides being pampered by the sect leader?"
Leng Shuang felt a pang in her heart, and quickly lowered her head to pour herself another cup of tea. "Is that so... is that so?" "
Yes!" Leng Lei, unsuspecting, continued hesitantly.
"Otherwise, what else could it be? You know how terrifying the sect leader's possessiveness towards his wife is!"
The sect leader's wife cried so much because of Leng Shuang's disappearance; could the sect leader possibly bear it? Suddenly, Leng Lei remembered the past when
Leng Shuang was sent flying by the sect leader's palm in a fit of jealousy for getting too close to the sect leader's wife. He immediately covered his mouth. But it was too late! Leng Shuang's face paled, and she stopped drinking her tea. Damn it! Leng Lei cursed himself inwardly. It was all his fault for having such a big mouth; of all things to bring up, he had to bring up this hurtful topic. Matters between men and women were inherently sensitive; touching on either side was never good. Moreover, he could vaguely sense Leng Shuang's love for the sect leader's wife, but no one wanted to point it out. Leng Shuang stared at the unfurling tea leaves in her cup, motionless like an old monk in meditation, her heart clenching with anguish. Yes! How could he not understand? The sect leader's love for Xiao Yi was as deep as his jealousy. Several times, he had seen Xiao Yi come to chat with him, her fair neck covered in bluish-purple hickeys. He knew perfectly well that those were the marks left by the sect leader after his mad love for her. His heart ached with jealousy, but outwardly, he had to maintain a certain distance and a polite smile. He couldn't be disobedient; he absolutely couldn't forget his own identity, and even more so, he couldn't forget hers—she was the sect leader's wife, and he was the sect leader's protector! Thinking of this, his heart ached once again, almost breaking. Wasn't it for this reason that he married Xiangci, to take Xiaoyi's place and bear his uncontrollable desires, to let her shield him from the sect leader's intense jealousy? Suddenly, his whole body began to burn with desire. That substitute for Xiaoyi—his wife—he suddenly… wanted her so much, wanted her to help him release all the suppressed love within him. Leng Shuang couldn't sit still any longer. He put down his teacup, abruptly stood up, ignoring Leng Lei's glare, and strode out of the hall towards a side room in another courtyard. Leng Lei watched him leave, and it took him a long time to react. "Hey! Leng Shuang, hey! We still have things to discuss!" But his protest was too slow. In the blink of an eye, Leng Shuang had vanished. In the dark, deep sleep, for some reason, she couldn't wake up no matter how hard she tried. Although she vaguely felt someone carrying her through the wind, she just couldn't wake up. After an unknown amount of time, the voices stopped, the swaying sensation disappeared, leaving only a quiet, still, dark space that enveloped her. But she still couldn't wake up. Why couldn't she wake up? She couldn't understand; she only felt dizzy and heavy all over, wanting only to sleep, to sleep forever… Her consciousness floated in the complete darkness of sleep, unable to open her eyes. Suddenly, a huge, heavy object pressed down on her body, making it hard for her to breathe. She tried to open her eyes in fright, but… Oh God! She couldn't open her eyes. Who was it? Who was so recklessly tearing off her clothes and roughly kneading her body? No! No, husband, save me! But she didn't have the strength to push away this powerful man; his hot breath sprayed onto her neck. Ah! No, he was licking and biting her smooth skin… She was terrified, but she had no strength left, let alone the strength to push him away! No! No, my husband, where are you? She tried to scream, but even her throat wouldn't cooperate. Her whole body was limp as mud, she couldn't open her eyes, and she couldn't move. All her panic turned into two streams of clear tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. She had never expected that the one pressing down on her was not only her own husband! In the darkness, Leng Shuang frantically licked and sucked her entire body; her soft, fragrant female body was the embodiment of his desire to seduce his heart. Oh… this soft, full body that he couldn't control was even more tender than tofu, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch. He couldn't bear the wild fantasies tormenting him, about everything between Xiaoyi and the sect leader… Xiaoyi was his, here, now, in the darkness. He deftly pulled down his trousers, not even waiting to remove his robes, his throbbing , erect manhood pressed against her softest, most beautiful spot. His large hands cupped her buttocks, and with a push, he entered her silken depths. But that wasn't enough. He leaned back, thrusting even deeper into her warm passage, savoring the trembling sensation of being completely enveloped by her. "Oh... Xiaoyi..." He exhaled shakily, then released her pressure points. He wanted to hear her cry, to hear her real moans, full of presence. Cry! Xiaoyi, cry for him, let him know she is his. He thrust his hips again and again, sinking heavily into the depths of her body, greedily possessing every inch of her. Every soft, sweet part. His frenzied rhythm pulled away her tears. So... so it was her husband! But his hoarse, emotional cry, while dispelling the fear in her heart, also invaded her most vulnerable soul along with his penetration, forcing out the tears that had already flowed because she was unprepared .

He thrust heavily into her depths again and again, the pressure so intense and violent that her frail
body could barely withstand it.
"Slow...slower...husband...slower..."
she gasped and groaned with each frenzied pounding.
No! He didn't want it to be slow, because it was precisely because he was too slow that Xiaoyi had been taken away.
So, he didn't want it to be slow now, only fast, and the faster the better, so that Xiaoyi would be his.
Just like the woman beneath him now, he could hear the sobbing in her voice.
She must be crying again, but he didn't want to pity her. He was afraid that if he did, she would
no longer be his.
It couldn't be like this! He didn't want to pity her, he would just let her cry! Let her cry her heart out, let him
possess her completely.
That way, she would never run away again.
A tremor of pleasure coursed through his body. He thrust his hips, desperately trying to possess the beautiful woman beneath him, possessing her
without restraint.
This time, he didn't want slowness, only speed. He wanted to be wild, savage, unrestrained, releasing
everything .
His movements became increasingly wild, his speed faster and faster. Finally, Xiangci's consciousness began to
waver .
Oh! My God, what is this feeling?
She was tossed up and down again and again, the entire darkness seeming to spin around her.
The immense pressure filling her body was completely beyond her sensory capabilities, forcing out a scream of
imbalance .
Finally, he forcefully released all his suppressed fantasies, penetrating deeply into her body,
reluctant to withdraw for a long time.
In her dazed state, it took her a long time for her consciousness to slowly return to her mind.
The passion that had just happened had occurred so quickly; before she could even process it, it was all…over.
What…what was wrong with him? She felt that her husband tonight seemed different from before, but she couldn't quite
put
her finger on it. She unconsciously raised her soft hand and gently stroked his back, extremely careful, because she
was so afraid he would push her away again.
Even so, she still mustered her courage and gently stroked his muscular back; for some reason, she
felt as if he had that need.
When her hand gently touched his back, she felt him flinch, as if trying
to push .
But after a long while, he still didn't move. Only then did she dare to exhale slightly, having held her breath.
She was truly afraid that she might have crossed the line he could tolerate. Fortunately, he didn't seem to think she
was disturbing him.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her soft hands still dared not press too hard against his tense back.
Finally, she felt the muscles beneath her fingers gradually relax.
The tranquil air flowed quietly in the darkness, and a comfortable, gentle feeling
slowly spread from her soft hands stroking his back to every part of his body.
The frown between his brows eased, and his eyes slowly closed, drifting into
a dream .
Only when she heard his even breathing near her ear did she realize that the tall, strong man was
fast .
She paused, his heavy body making it hard for her to breathe, but she didn't dare stop her hands,
continuing to gently stroke his back.
It wasn't until an unknown amount of time had passed that she finally succumbed to sleep and drifted off. But
subconsciously, her hands continued to gently caress him, as if she dared not relax...

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Chapter Eight
The next morning, she woke up to find herself in a completely unfamiliar place.
Startled, she sat bolt upright, turning to look at the magnificent bed curtains hanging around the bed.
Where was she? She looked down at the brocade quilt and pillows covering her, all so exquisite and
luxurious .
These… these were things she had never seen before in her entire life.
Last night, she felt as if she were shrouded in boundless darkness, coupled with her husband's wild demands; she had never imagined she
would find herself in another place.
Such luxurious things, clearly not belonging to ordinary people,
what ? Why could he live in such a place?
Questions flooded her bewildered mind; only now did she realize that she knew absolutely
nothing about .
When she saw him injured by the stream, she was only focused on saving him and didn't think much about anything else. Later, she could
n't resist and gave herself to him...
One thing after another happened, leaving her no time to think things through, not even considering his background,
before she married him in a daze.
But she should have realized that even though his clothes were no different from the other men on Apricot Blossom Island,
he was still exceptionally different, standing out like a crane among chickens.
Her watery gaze involuntarily shifted to the spot on the pillow where he had once lain, and a wave of melancholy washed over her.
Had he... sacrificed something for her? She thought of the "small gesture" he had mentioned, and unconsciously glanced around at the bed
curtains. A deeper melancholy crept into her heart. Her soft hand gently traced the spot where he had slept, lingering there
.
It was already cold; he must have gotten up very early. Yet
she had been fast asleep.
Oh no! She frantically threw back the covers, searching for her clothes.
Although she didn't know his background, in such a wealthy family, what if he had parents and brothers?
Sister, you've been sleeping until this late! Won't that leave a bad impression?
She hurriedly dressed, lifted the bed curtains, got out of bed, and began tidying the bed.
The simple-minded girl had no idea that such a luxurious place wouldn't even have a single servant to attend to her.
She simply assumed that taking care of her needs was her duty, just as she had done when she lived on Apricot Blossom
Island .
Actually, Leng Shuang intentionally didn't have the servants from the villa serve her. Apart from Leng Lei, he didn't intend to
disturb anyone by revealing that he was married.
After all, for him, marriage was merely a normal response to the old man's request
, nothing more.
Therefore, he said nothing, did nothing, and even
neglected her with an intention he himself couldn't explain.
Xiangci, however, was oblivious to any right or wrong in any of this; she was simply doing what she considered her duty
.
After making the bed, she didn't glance at her room again before hurriedly opening the door and leaving.
But as soon as she stepped outside, she was stunned.
Such a… opulent place, such a vast courtyard, such intricate corridors—she had
no idea where to go.
She stood there, bewildered, gazing at the unfamiliar surroundings, unable to discern her way.
The courtyard was so quiet, utterly silent, devoid of any familiar sounds, except for the
gentle morning sunlight bathing her.
A sudden, intense sense of loneliness washed over her; she felt as if she had been left behind by the world.
Tears welled up in her bewildered eyes. She lowered her face to wipe them away, feeling both terrified and
helpless.
Suddenly, a tall, shadowy figure loomed over her. Startled, she looked up to see
He Feng standing before her—her husband.
She hadn't even noticed when he had arrived.
Her heart skipped a beat as she saw his dark eyes fixed on her, a gaze that sent
shivers down her spine.
She lowered her head shyly, feeling her breath catch in her throat.
"Breakfast is ready, let's go!"
Breakfast had been prepared, but she hadn't appeared. He had planned to wait a little longer, but as always, things remained
the same. The impatient Leng Lei, thinking something was wrong, kept insisting on coming to check on her, only to disturb his
peace.
Before being driven mad by Leng Lei, he had no choice but to come out for some fresh air and check if she was awake.
To his surprise, he saw her alone, head bowed, wiping away tears in the courtyard.
At that moment, his heart clenched painfully, just like when he woke up that morning to find her delicate hands
still faithfully protecting his back; it felt as if something had pierced his heart.
She didn't have to go to such lengths to comfort him, but she did it without complaint
.
Even the smallest gesture was carefully guarded, her duty unwavering.
It pained him deeply because he couldn't help but think of the part of himself he had lost due to carelessness.
Why should she suffer the same pain he had endured? What had she done wrong?
If there was any mistake, it was that she "made" saving him, letting him mistake her for
Xiaoyi, which ultimately led him to be unable to refuse her father's request and marry her.
Her "mistake" lay in the fact that she wasn't Xiaoyi, yet her voice, a certain expression, were so much
like Xiaoyi's.
So much so that every time in the darkness, when she breathed softly in his ear, he would think he was actually holding Xiaoyi
, and time and again he had lost himself in that illusion.
But in the daytime, when he saw her jade-like beauty, all the love in his heart turned into an
indescribable emptiness.
This was his wife—but not his lover!
How ironic it all was, and how inevitable the ending was. So, he could only walk away with mixed feelings.
He couldn't tell if the feeling in his heart was love for Xiaoyi, hatred for her, or perhaps
a more heart-wrenching pity?
In any case, her pitiful and helpless appearance truly pierced his heart.
She obediently followed him through a maze of turns into a very large hall. Then, she blushed and realized that
the table was already filled with a sumptuous meal, and that there were not only the two of them in the hall, but also another unfamiliar man
sitting there.
She was so shy she almost hid behind Leng Shuang, but
the intense made her afraid to actually hide behind him. She could only suppress her embarrassment and shyly lower her head
to sit down with him.
Leng Lei watched all this with great interest. Wow! Where did Leng Shuang find such a celestial beauty?
Although his long service to the Gatekeeper had made him
immune to naturally beautiful women, he still couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for her.
Alas! Such a beautiful woman, yet she's paired with such an unromantic man—what
a waste !
Seeing his beloved wife sit down, Leng Shuang didn't even offer a greeting, simply picking up his chopsticks and starting to eat
, as if it were none of his business.
How could he do that? Leng Yan felt indignant for her; she was his wife! Didn't he
see his shy wife, too timid to even touch her chopsticks?
What was most infuriating was that Leng Shuangran wouldn't even introduce them—she had no manners whatsoever.
Therefore, he naturally had the "duty" to ease the awkward atmosphere. Otherwise, in his opinion,
even after Leng Shuangran finished her meal, his wife's chopsticks would still be stuck in place, untouched.
"Madam, hello, I'm Leng Shuangran's brother, my name is Leng Lei, you can just call me Lei!"
Xiang Ci hadn't expected the strange man to speak to her. Startled, she looked up at him
, gave a shy, awkward smile, and nodded. "Uncle, hello."
Uncle? Had he misheard?
"Shuang, you..."
Leng Lei looked at Leng Shuang in surprise. Could it be that Leng Shuang had not yet told his wife about his true identity
?
A cold glint flashed in Leng Shuang's dark eyes.
"Oh! Leng Lei understands what that means; it's 'mind your own business.'
" Sigh! He'd received this message hundreds of times before. Even now, after getting
married incorrigible, always trying to scare his fragile heart.
But this won't do. Now that she's married to Leng Shuang, how can he not let her know about the Midnight Gate
?
"Madam, you call me Uncle? To be honest, it sounds a bit awkward! Because he and I…" Leng
Lei gestured to himself, then to Leng Shuang, "We're not brothers, so I really don't deserve it."
Xiang Ci was utterly astonished. She looked at Leng Lei's friendly smile with surprise, thinking to herself, if not
brothers, then what are they?
Leng Shuang's coldness intensified, and he glared at Leng Lei seriously, but Leng Lei returned his
gaze with even greater determination. "That's right! She's already your wife, why don't you make things clear and let her understand your
situation? This ambiguity only causes more trouble, doesn't it? Besides, she's going to enter the Nameless Valley with us, how can you
not let her understand?"
Leng Shuang had been with Leng Lei for so many years; naturally, she could understand his thoughts through his gaze.
The two stared at each other for a long time, and finally, Leng Shuang sighed inwardly and gave in.
That's right, they were about to enter the Nameless Valley, and if she didn't let her partner understand who she was, she could
n't enter—firstly, because the Nameless Valley never accepted outsiders.
In the end, it was still his fault; he was the one delaying.
Perhaps it was because deep down, he was unwilling to acknowledge that she was truly his wife,
which was why he had always been reluctant to make things clear.
"Alright! Lei, I agree with you, but could we wait until we finish this meal before we talk about it?" Leng Shuang
conceded.
"Of course."
Leng Lei gave Xiang Ci, who was staring blankly at them, a big smile, and then cheerfully encouraged her
to pick up her chopsticks and eat.
"Eat up! Madam, don't be shy, eat as much as you want. There's no one else here, so don't worry about your
image ."
Xiang Ci hadn't expected this man called Leng Lei to care about her.
Her face , suddenly flushed red, like a white silk being splashed with red paint. She felt extremely embarrassed.
She quickly lowered her face, too embarrassed to look at anyone else. Picking up her utensils, she murmured
"Thank you" to Leng Lei and began eating slowly and deliberately. Throughout the meal, she didn't dare raise
her head .
Aside from her father and Leng Shuang, she had never shared a meal with anyone else. She was actually quite uncomfortable
with another stranger suddenly appearing at the table, but for her father and husband, she was willing to learn to adapt.
Besides, this man was so straightforward! He spoke his mind directly, even his laughter was so hearty, not only
enlivening the dining atmosphere but also offering a degree of comfort.
Xiang Ci found that as she adjusted to Leng Lei's presence, her tense and shy heart gradually relaxed, and
a smile appeared on her lowered face as she ate. Only then was she able to gradually enjoy the rich and varied breakfast before her.
It wasn't until she put down her spoon and looked up that she realized her husband was staring at her.
Good heavens! How long had he been watching her like that? She hadn't even noticed.
Her face immediately flushed uncontrollably, but she couldn't look away from his dark,
piercing eyes.
"Have you eaten?"
Hearing his gentle greeting, she looked at him, flattered, and nodded involuntarily.
Before her surprise had even subsided, he uttered another sentence that made her feel even more pampered, "Then let's go
for a walk!"
With that, he stood up, giving Leng Lei, who was grinning teasingly, a glare, and then walked
out.
Xiang Ci stared at him blankly for a long time, only snapping out of her daze after he left. She quickly got up,
shyly following his footsteps.
At this moment, her eyes and heart were filled with no one else but his tall, slender back.
Unconsciously, she had followed him into the courtyard where the spring breeze was gently blowing.
She smiled happily; although he didn't speak, she
was .
"Did your father-in-law tell you about my background?"
She shook her head. "No."
He suddenly stopped and turned to face her.
She was startled, completely unprepared for his sudden stop, and nearly stumbled backward, her
fair face flushing crimson.
He reached out a large hand to steady her, releasing her only after she regained her balance.
She was burning with embarrassment.
However, just as her heart was pounding wildly, an even greater shock struck.
"I am one of the four chief protectors of the Midnight Gate."
He didn't mince words, but went straight to the point.
"I am the Sorrowful Ghost."
What was he saying? What was the Midnight Gate? And what was the Sorrowful Ghost?!
The blush on Xiangci's face quickly faded, replaced by a pale, sun-kissed complexion.
She had heard the martial arts students on the island, who yearned for the exploits of the martial world, talk about this organization before, but whenever
they spoke of it, their faces always carried a sense of fear.
No one in the martial world was unaware of the Midnight Gate, this dark organization—a
killer organization that specialized in taking on murder jobs.
They killed without blinking an eye, showing no mercy, and every job they accepted had never failed.
What a terrifying record!
However, what's even more terrifying is that no one has ever seen their true faces.
The assassins always appear in plain black clothing, covered from head to toe.
Legend has it that the four chief guards beside the throne of the Midnight Gate Master—the Joyful Demon, the Wrathful Demon, the Sorrowful Ghost, and the Joyful Monster—are
not only incredibly skilled,
but wear black robes and four exquisitely crafted ghost masks with different expressions.
Suddenly, all the rumors she had heard before seemed to come alive before her eyes.
She couldn't help but recall the black robe she first saw on the stream rocks, except she hadn't seen the
legendary ghost mask.
So… the Midnight Gate really exists, and she… had married the Sorrowful Ghost of the Midnight Gate…
Seeing the sudden death of color from her face, Leng Shuang felt a cruel sense of
pleasure .
Yes! He was Ai Gui. Since you insisted on marrying me back then, this is
the bitter fruit you deserve.
He didn't know what he was expecting; perhaps he was hoping to see her
turn away in panic after this devastating blow.
So, with even colder malice, he told her another cruel truth.
"Anyone who isn't a member of the Midnight Gate, once married into the Midnight Gate, must have both husband and wife slit their wrists, collect
their blood in a bowl, and drink it together to show that they are now members of the Midnight Gate, faithful for life
, and will never betray. Otherwise—the traitor dies."
She looked up at him, her face pale, unsure what the dark expression on his face meant, but it
struck her deeply, causing her a profound pain.
Her father must already know his identity, right? She couldn't help but recall the three days she spent with him; when
he looked at her, his eyes were always so loving yet so sorrowful…
Father…
Just thinking of her clear eyes made her want to cry. Since her father already knew the truth but didn't reveal it,
then she was willing to trust her heart's choice and never regret it.
"Okay." She nodded, bravely looking directly into his gloomy dark eyes,
pouring into her clear, beautiful gaze.
Although her face was still pale and her voice trembled slightly, she showed no sign of backing down, which made her
appear with a gentle and pure radiance.
For a moment, he was truly stunned.
"You won't regret it?" He didn't know why he asked, but he asked anyway.
"I won't regret it." Her soft voice echoed firmly in the spring breeze, brushing against his ears
and against his hardened heart.
It seemed as if some warm current was flowing within him.
But he immediately closed his eyes, rejecting all sensations, and his heart returned to its initial
indifference .

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Chapter Nine
Nameless Valley The warm spring breeze gently caressed the earth, and also brushed against Xiangci's fragrant cheeks, occasionally lifting
a strand of black hair on her cheek.
Xiangci gently brushed a strand of black hair behind her ear and strolled quietly through the lush forest. With a fresh
heart curiously explored the seemingly endless woods—this was her husband's secluded
residence.
A delicate smile involuntarily bloomed on her soft lips. Who would imagine that the
infamous Midnight Gate Ghost lived in such a beautiful place?
Gazing at the golden-emerald sunlight filtering through the branches, even the forest was bathed in the soft warmth of spring,
a radiant and tender golden-emerald hue that would make anyone not feel exhilarated!
This magnificent grove reminded her of the apricot grove on Apricot Blossom Island, both planted everywhere, and
she imagined it would be breathtakingly beautiful when in bloom!
Perhaps it was this similarity that somewhat comforted her homesickness, giving her an indescribable sense of
familiarity .
Several days had passed since she entered the villa, yet, apart from the exhilarating passion of the nights, she
hadn't seen him during the day.
Each time she opened her eyes to greet the dawn of another morning, his warmth was gone from her pillow.
This often made her wonder if those passionate nights of lovemaking were merely dreams,
or if they had ever truly existed.
After several days of this, she finally ventured outside, having previously only dared to stay indoors.
To be honest, this kind of life was very difficult for her, who was used to being busy, because suddenly,
everything was taken care of for her—meals were prepared and delivered to her room three times a day on time
, and then quietly and quickly taken away after she finished eating; well-trained servants were always tidying up and cleaning inside and outside the house, but no one
would disturb her; as for all her clothes, needless to say, including clothes, shoes, accessories... everything
was prepared perfectly, without a single item missing.
Although Leng Shuang deliberately did not allow any maids to serve her daily life, it was already enough to make her feel
suffocated.
She didn't know what she should do or what she could do. In this unfamiliar environment, if she did
anything extra , even if it was due to her unfamiliarity with the environment, it might be considered impolite.
So, she restrained her hands, which wanted to do things, and temporarily submitted to his arrangements, quietly
becoming a leisurely person.
However, being idle made her heart flutter!
So today, she finally couldn't resist casting aside her shyness and spontaneously stepped outside, wanting
to explore everything in her courtyard.
Back then, Leng Shuang had brought her into the valley in the middle of the night, so she couldn't see clearly—well…
to put it another way, she opened her eyes to find herself already lying in their spacious room. As usual, the room
was completely dark, and before she could even ask a question, he had already kissed her and removed her half-undone
clothes …
Thinking of this, her face flushed red. Look at her! Why did she think of this coming?
How embarrassing!
She quickly looked around, as if afraid that if someone was watching her, they would see through her
thoughts...
And sure enough, there was someone standing not far away, smiling at her.
Caught off guard, she suddenly looked up and was so startled that she covered her chest and cried out, "Ah!"
The other person immediately raised their hands to their chest in surprise, showing their utmost goodwill.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. If I really did frighten you, then I
apologize profusely."
It turned out that he was the friendly and cheerful Leng Lei who had come back with them a few days ago.
Hearing his "sincere" apology, she blushed even more.
"No... it was my oversight, it has nothing to do with the Fourth Guardian." "No,
no."
Leng Lei waved his hand generously, "These past few days when everyone eats, I haven't seen Leng Shuang bring you out with him. When I asked him
, he wouldn't say anything, so I just came over myself to see if he had abused you beyond recognition."
He disregarded the boundaries between men and women and took a few big steps closer to her, then seriously examined her face.
"Hmm...you seem alright! It seems he didn't mistreat you too much!"
Her face grew hotter and hotter under his gaze, because even her husband had never
looked at her so closely and so intently in broad daylight!
She wanted to cover her face and run away, but she didn't dare, and was too embarrassed to do so. So
she stood there awkwardly, her fair face flushed, letting the careless but well-intentioned Leng Lei scrutinize her.
Suddenly, a small pebble flew through the air with lightning speed. Leng Chong jumped back about three feet, narrowly
avoiding the sudden pebble.
"Wow! Who's the villain? How dare they try to ambush me with a 'stealing step'! Show yourself if you dare."
"What ambush? That's an insult. I was just rescuing this lady from her predicament."
A handsome and dashing man emerged from behind another tree, a hint of mockery on his lips.
"Leng Xiao, it's you? What are you doing here?" Leng Lei raised his eyebrows in surprise as he watched Leng Xiao emerge from behind the tree
.
"If you can come, why can't I?"
Leng Xiao retorted casually. However, when he looked at Xiang Ci, the mockery on his lips vanished instantly,
replaced by a polite and friendly smile. "Madam, hello. I'm sorry to have made you laugh. I hope you
weren't frightened by our simpleton."
"No, don't say that. The Fourth Guardian is a very nice person."
Xiang Ci lowered her gaze shyly. Suddenly, another completely unfamiliar man appeared before her, and she didn't know
what to do.
She could only desperately suppress the urge to run back to her room and hide, secretly taking deep breaths to ensure she
had enough courage to avoid fainting.
Leng Lei, still defiant, loudly protested, "Hey! Who are you calling a fool? And
why did you just say you were rescuing this lady from her predicament?"
"Sigh! You don't believe me when I say you're a fool!"
Ye Xiao sighed dramatically, "Didn't you see she was so shy she was about to faint?"
"I said..." Suddenly, another gentle voice joined in, "If you two keep arguing,
Lady Shuang will really faint!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a handsome and refined man floated down from the tree.
The two men standing on the ground couldn't help but speak at the same time, "Xia! What brings you here too?"
Leng Xia chuckled, looking at Leng Xiao and Leng Lei, "It's simple, I came for the same reason as you two."
So, they all shared the same goal!
Leng Shuang had been in the valley with his new wife for days, yet he still hadn't publicly introduced her to everyone. Left
with no other choice, they had to go and "pay their respects" themselves!
So, after holding back for several days, everyone gathered together without prior arrangement.
It's understandable; who wouldn't want to see what kind of wife their "partner" of so many years had married
?
Their curiosity made Xiang Ci so embarrassed she almost fainted. Her cheeks burned continuously, and her
heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
Good heavens! How could she escape their presence without being impolite?
"Madam, don't be nervous, we won't hurt you."
"Yes…" she replied timidly, but still tried her best to remain polite.
"I never thought that such a dull man would actually marry such a beautiful woman!" The tone
sounded quite regretful.
"Oh! Really? You sound quite envious. If you're so envious, why don't you go and marry
one ?" another person teased.
"Him? Probably not! Haven't you seen how many women in the martial world have thrown themselves at him, and he
hasn't them a second glance!"
"Hey! Don't you know your place? Can't you see there's a virtuous and dignified adult here?"
Just as her mind was a jumbled mess, not knowing what to listen to, suddenly, a deep
voice rang out, clearing her confused head and sinking into her heart.
"What are you doing here?"
Thank goodness, it was her husband!
She looked up in surprise. She was delighted to see Leng Shuang, who rarely appeared in the courtyard during the day,
walking towards her from the other side of the woods. However, her heart skipped a beat. As he approached,
his expression seemed even more somber than usual…
“What are you doing? Just fulfilling my duty by visiting your wife.”
Leng Shuang stepped into their circle, standing beside Xiang Ci, and glanced at her upturned beautiful eyes.
Then, his gaze turned indifferently to the other three. “Have you forgotten about the meeting?”
His attitude was as usual.
Upon hearing this, all the other three’s anticipation of a good show vanished!
Oh right! There were some important “business” matters to discuss later!
Everyone straightened up, politely bid farewell to Xiang Ci, and then dispersed like the wind.
As they left, Xiangci felt her breathing become easier again, no longer so unbearable!
Gratefully, she looked up at Leng Shuang, who remained beside her, and found him looking down at her as well.
His dark eyes held deep pain, yet concealed a complex and wild flame, which
for a moment seemed to clench her heart.
Just as she was about to lose her breath, he suddenly turned and walked away from her, step by step.
For a moment, she genuinely thought he would do "something," but—he did nothing,
simply turning and walking away silently…
Watching his retreating figure, for some reason, tears welled up inexplicably,
shattering all her defenses, quickly… one drop after another…
Just as she couldn't suppress her deep love for him...
She couldn't help but raise her wrist, looking at the thin white mark that had already healed. Through her teary eyes,
she seemed to see again the expression on his face when he picked up the knife and lightly sliced her wrist, watching her blood flow into the bowl
—the unfathomable light in his eyes at that moment was just like what she had just seen!
Especially when he saw her drink the blood that had mingled with theirs from the rim of the bowl, the fire in his eyes was
an impression she could never erase for the rest of her life—so heavy and so thirsty!
Thinking of his gaze back then, her heart began to pound uncontrollably again. She gently touched
the scar on her wrist for a moment, letting the tears flow silently,
pouring out along with the emotions she usually kept buried deep inside.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but when she could gradually hear the melodious birdsong in the forest again, she
took out her handkerchief and wiped away her tears. "Xiangxiang, love well! There's no need to feel guilty.
Home will always welcome you back..."
Before she left home, her father had earnestly told her this, seemingly just to assure her that she would never be without a home.
How fortunate she was to have a father in this era who didn't care about worldly conventions and only cared about her
. She knew her father truly loved her. "
Father, I love you. Xiangxiang will remember your words and never betray your kindness."
She considered herself fortunate. She couldn't forget the effort her father had poured into raising her. "No! I
am not pitiful," she kept telling herself. "I am fortunate.
I have a father, and... a husband.
At least, I can marry the man I love, even though... he doesn't love me."
Thinking of this, the light in her eyes dimmed again, because... she remembered he didn't love her at all. She
only knew that the painful longing in his eyes gripped her heart so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
"My lord, although you don't love me, I still love you so much. I can't control my love for you. Being able to
live with you in the same place, breathing the same air, makes me so happy." In the council chamber, Leng Shuang
sat silently in his chair, listening to Leng Xiao and the others' discussion. It seemed that all the problems had come to an end. However, when
he reached the empty main seat—the sect leader still hadn't appeared.
He had been back in the valley for several days...
but since his return, the sect leader and his wife had remained locked up in Songfeng Courtyard,
without ever coming out.
During this time, apart from Fanghua and Fangfei bringing them meals on time, no one was allowed to enter and disturb them,
not even the young master.
Everything seemed to have returned to the frenzied state the sect leader was in when he first married his wife. He
dumped
, big and small, on the four head guards, ignoring everything himself! It must be because Xiaoyi cried over his disappearance, provoking the sect leader's insane jealousy,
that he so recklessly abandoned everything, locking himself and her in their boudoir all day for unrestrained pleasure.
"I heard that even today, Fanghua and the others can still hear those ear-splitting sounds coming from inside."
Hearing Leng Lei jokingly recount these facts just now, his heart ached so much that he almost shed his mask of
composure !
Heavens!
Xiao Yi…
He thought of that little girl who drove two grown men mad at the same time, that Xiao
Yi who often made him unable to control his emotions. He couldn't help but keep searching for Xiao Yi's shadow in the woman he had just married.
He knew he shouldn't, but he just couldn't help it!
Although Xiao Yi was the sect leader's beloved wife, she was also the one he truly wanted to possess!
But now he no longer had the right, because he was already married!
Thinking of that woman who always gently endured him, he knew perfectly well how innocent she was. His heart
suddenly felt a sharp, tearing pain. He didn't know whether he should hate himself more or pity that gentle
woman more.
The door to the council hall suddenly opened, and Fang Fei, one of the close female attendants serving the sect leader's wife, was summoned in by Leng Lei.
"How is it?"
Fangfei blushed slightly and shook her head silently.
"Still not working?" Leng Lei asked anxiously.
The others understood Leng Lei's concern and didn't stop him; asking wouldn't hurt.
Only... except for Leng Shuang, who looked up, puzzled. He had been lost in thought and
didn't even know what Leng Lei was asking. Leng Xiao resisted the urge to roll his eyes and calmly changed the subject,
"So, you still haven't had a chance to tell the sect leader that the head protector has returned?"
"Yes, Fangfei hasn't been able to find an opportunity to say it."
"Alright, you can go now!" Leng Xiao didn't press her further; he understood that asking further might
touch on more sensitive topics.
Watching Fangfei's departing figure, everyone fell into silence.
"When will we finally get to see the Sect Master?" Leng Lei finally asked the question that had been nagging at him. He
just couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I think," Leng Xia glanced thoughtfully at Leng Shuang, "we
'll see him naturally when the Sect Master wants to come out."
Leng Shuang felt another pang in his heart. The simmering fire within him began to burn fiercely again,
but he suppressed it, his expression as indifferent as his heart.
It was like a flame flickering and then being extinguished, but was it truly extinguished? Perhaps
only the mournful ghosts of the night would know.

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Chapter Ten
Night fell...
She had finished her meal and cleaned herself, and quietly sat on the bed, bending her knees and hugging her bent breasts.
She rested her smooth chin on her knees, quietly watching the soft light cast on the bed curtains, waiting for time
to pass, just as it had in the past few days…
She was waiting for her husband to return; but, just like the previous nights, time ticked by, and
there was no sign of him coming back…
She remained motionless. Should she go to bed like this? Or continue waiting?
She struggled uncertainly for a long time, and when drowsiness overcame her, she fell asleep in that position.
The candlelight went out sometime during the night, and the sky darkened sometime during the night…
Finally, a tall, strong man emerged from the hidden darkness.
The room was dark, but that did nothing to hinder his keen eyesight in the darkness.
He walked unimpeded to the bedside, quickly removed his clothes, and was about to get into bed when
he found her sitting against the headboard.
He frowned slightly. Finding her asleep, he bent down, picked her up, and laid her back down on the bed.
But the moment he touched her soft skin, he found his desire reignited!
Suddenly, the image of her surrounded by Leng Xia and the others during the day inexplicably surfaced, so clear that his
heart began to pound heavily in his chest. He was surprised to find that he was "somewhat" unable to bear
the sight of her surrounded by men!
He couldn't forget the blood oath they had sworn—when he took out a knife and slit his wrist, watching his
blood flow into the bowl, he didn't know why his heart had become so confused.
When he quickly and gently cut open her slender, white wrist, seeing her face turn even paler from blood loss, he didn't
know why he felt so suffocated and in pain.
His mind involuntarily lingered on the image of her gently parting her lips and drinking from the bowl…
one sip, two sips, three sips…
watching her so gently swallow their shared blood…
he suddenly felt he had to immediately find a large glass of cool water to soothe
the flames that had suddenly surged from the depths of his soul. Nothing had ever shaken him more than that moment; in that instant, he realized an
unchangeable fact—from that moment on, they were husband and wife, bound by blood!
However—oh one day! His heart was not with her!
This feeling of both intimacy and distance almost tore his heart apart!
From that day on, he became increasingly uncontrollably drawn to her soft, fragrant body every night,
hoping find a balance in her to fill his unsatisfied needs.
But night after night, he…became even more dissatisfied!
Because he felt more and more clearly that she was not just his plaything, but the woman he would spend his life with! His
large hand, which had been gently moving to her chest and caressing her, suddenly closed its fingers and grabbed
one of her full breasts with such force that it woke her from her sleep! She woke up with a start, blinking in pain, desperately trying to make out the strong man
staring at her intently in the darkness .
Unfortunately, the darkness wouldn't cooperate!
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see anything, only vaguely sensing a huge
dark shadow looming before her.
Terrified, she couldn't think straight, her words becoming incoherent, "I...I am...I..."
She didn't know what she was saying!
His tone seemed to grow harsher, sounding more like a ghostly voice in the darkness.
"Have you forgotten who you are?"
No! She hadn't!
Startled, she blurted out, "No! I haven't forgotten, I am your wife."
Then, realizing what she'd said, she quickly covered her mouth.
Oh no! He always hated any woman other than "Xiao Yi" in the dark, because only in
the darkness was Xiao Yi the lover he longed for!
But… he didn’t seem angry. He was only silent for a moment before continuing to ask her, “Then
who am I?”
This time she could tell him clearly and confidently, “You are my husband.” Her soft voice was
full of shyness.
Leng Shuang relaxed the cold lines on her face with satisfaction, but she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
“What is my name?”
“Leng Shuang…”
Her face quietly flushed because this was the first time she had called her husband by his name.
A fierce light flashed in the man’s eyes in the darkness, yet it contained a kind of coldness. The corners of his lips unconsciously
curved into a faint, mocking smile.
“Do you love me?”
She seemed to be stunned by the question. It was as if a fireball had exploded inside her, leaving her
dizzy and unsure how to answer.
And…and…
his hot breath was blowing all over her face, making it itchy and hot, and her heart was
burning and dizzy—Oh God! He was so close to her, asking her this, even in the dark, she still didn't know
how to speak!
Seeing that she didn't answer, he asked again, very firmly, "Do you love me?"
His hot breath sprayed on her face again, making her feel so embarrassed that her whole body was burning up. He never asked
her this, especially at night, he…only “did” it!
Apart from “being considerate,” he didn't say anything, but what was wrong with him tonight?
"Do you love me!" His hoarse voice once again entered her ears.
At this moment, his strong body pressed down on her, and began to rub against her entire body.
Oh…God!
This feeling was so agonizing!
She wanted to arch her back to meet his touch, yet she also wanted to shrink back completely.
"Do you love me?"
Her head swayed unconsciously on the pillow. Oh! Yes, yes, what was there to be shy about?
Why didn't she admit it?
"Yes, I love you, I love you, I love..."
"I love you..." Her breath caught in her throat, and suddenly the world seemed to spin around her.
Fangfei's flushed face from the daytime suddenly appeared before his eyes.
The message conveyed by her porcelain-like face made it hard for him to ignore the meaning behind that expression.
Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi...
It's late!
Does the sect leader possess you as I possess my wife?
What kind of expression, what kind of reaction, or what kind of voice would you make...?
Is that it?
He thrust deeply inside Xiangci, trying to entice her to let out a moan that captivated him.
"Ah...ah..."
That's the sound! He penetrated her even deeper, reaching the very depths of her body.
Her soft moans reached his ears, but that wasn't enough; he wanted her full response!
His large hand covered her slender waist, and he turned her over so she was on top, while he lay steadily
below, holding her firmly.
Xiangci suddenly felt shy. Why was he so unusually excited tonight?
As he demanded words of love from her, they had already changed positions, making her feel
as if had no cover at all, as if even her deep love for him was being revealed!
Although she couldn't see anything in the darkness, she still felt incredibly ashamed!
This position…
she clenched her fists in extreme embarrassment, pressing them against his hard muscles, determined to completely open her heart to him!
He listened with pleasure to her panting in the darkness, as if… something had snapped in his heart!
He didn't know what it was, only that a gaping hole seemed to be in his heart. His large hands reached up, groping for her
two full breasts, which were swaying violently with his movements. He cupped them in his palms, enjoying the stimulation of
the nipples rubbing against his caressing hands.
"Are you mine?" he asked breathlessly.
Little Yi, would the sect leader also be like me, relentlessly blackmailing you for words of love? He asked himself painfully.
"Oh...yes...yes..."
He overwhelmed her, making her even more unable to think!
Her delicate body trembled on the ground, rising and
falling .
As if seeking reassurance, he demanded more from her, once again asking
his heart's desire from the depths of his soul.
"Is this what you've been looking for?
" "Yes."
Her soft, emotional female voice always gave him everything he asked for without reservation!
"Say it again!"
"I...am yours..." she uttered with difficulty and weakness, pouring out the tender words of love in her heart.
She always told herself that whatever he wanted, she would give him; she wouldn't care whether he reciprocated in kind
.
But tonight, he...oh! God! He…
he pressed down on her rounded back, cupped her beautiful, soft buttocks, and rolled over,
pinning her beneath him once more in a vigorous thrusting motion. Like a spoiled child, he repeatedly asked, “Do you love me?”
She was breathless under his towering figure, dizzy for a while before regaining her senses.
“Do you love me?”
He buried his face in her neck, sucking and licking her rapidly beating pulse.
“I…love you…” Her breathing became even more difficult. Good heavens! She truly didn't know what was wrong with her husband
.
A powerful emotion seemed to burst forth from him, penetrating
her through his movements.
It seemed to be a…deep pain, one she could feel intensely.
Why? Why was he so different tonight?
She opened her eyes wide, trying to see his face through the heavy darkness, but it was no use! His
face was hidden behind the night, nothing could be seen except the powerful
, fulfilling feeling of him thrusting vigorously inside her…
“Say it again!” he commanded.
“I…” she groaned weakly, overwhelmed by his thrusts…
“Say it again!” he commanded again.
He relentlessly demanded her promise, forcefully pushing himself into her
body “I… I love you!” Tears welled up in her eyes.
Oh! My beloved husband, what’s wrong with you?
From the very beginning, Wenrou sensed something was terribly wrong with him, but she couldn't bring herself to ask. She felt there was a deep wound in his
heart …
Tonight, he didn't hold her and call her "Xiaoyi" as usual. Instead, he resembled
a wounded wild beast, his wound bleeding, yet he stubbornly refused to utter a single word.
His entire being seemed to be filled with a repulsive hostility.
"Say it again!" A trembling pleasure filled his entire body. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and roared,
savoring the greatest love that her soft, silky body could contain.
Yes, he was deliberately extorting a kind of love that he could no longer give, but which she could willingly and endlessly
provide him with—the kind of love he craved.
He had always known she loved him, loved him deeply, so deeply that even when he held her with
his eyes closed calling her "Xiaoyi," she accepted it all without question.
She never demanded anything, only silently endured his requests.
He had always thought he could continue like this forever, with his eyes closed, and she would always be his lover in
the darkness —Xiaoyi.
But today, the sight of her surrounded by other men shattered his pretense. He
could no longer deny the fact that he had married her—he didn't love her, yet he had married her!
His heart already belonged to someone else, but she was the wife he had truly sworn a blood oath with.
That night, as he held her in complete darkness, the face of another woman appeared before his eyes!
She endured it all without complaint, always forgiving him; but now his heart could no longer bear it.
He couldn't bear the thought of so despicably using her to forget everything.
The sight of her surrounded by men exceeded his tolerance; he could no longer pretend it was Xiaoyi
!
In truth, she was his wife in name and in fact.
"I love you!" Her gentle reply once again made him realize his self-deception.
Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi…
The pent-up sorrow suddenly burst forth from his heart like a flood breaking through a dam.
He closed his eyes tightly and thrust forcefully into the depths of her body, trembling as he ejaculated all within her…
Xiang Ci swallowed hard, enduring the force of his frenzied penetration, feeling herself convulse to her peak,
receiving everything he had given her.
Suddenly, she felt something drip onto her face as she leaned back—a warm, moist
sensation …
She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the dampness on her cheek, and was surprised to find that it was actually a water droplet...
How could there be water droplets?
As she wondered, another drop of water fell onto her eyelid, then another, and another...
Oh my god! She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of her mouth. Could this be... ?
The next instant, he was lying on top of her, his face buried in her neck, tears streaming down his face, holding her
tightly— "Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi..."
His voice sounded so sorrowful, so deeply restrained, that it made her heart clench.
So ... men can cry too!
With his mask off, he cried so silently, letting the tears flow freely, and her neck was
quickly soaked!
Her husband!
Her nose stung, and tears streamed down her face as her heart ached. She realized that the stronger a man is, the more heartbreaking his
tears .
She lay quietly, letting him hold her as he wept. She dared not move, dared not disturb him, silently
weeping with him until the bright moon outside the window gradually disappeared, leaving only the gentle sigh of the breeze…
She would never forget how they had so deeply poured out their sorrow that night, a sorrow
tinged with a touch of tranquility and a hint of tenderness… Later, after reading more, he still wondered,
"Why would you love a man who doesn't love you like this?" "Because I don't love you because you love me, I simply fell in love with you." She confessed simply. "Don't you care that my heart already has 'Xiao Yi' (a nickname for a girl), and that I might never be able to love ?" He had always believed this to be true. "That doesn't matter!" she returned his gaze with a gentle smile. "I still love you." Many years later. Leng Shuang still remembered Xiang Ci's soft and beautiful smile at the exhibition. She looked so unassuming, so serene; all she possessed was her unreserved and sincere love for him. It turned out that a smile full of love could be so simply beautiful. However, when he finally understood true love, it was many years later. But after realizing his own feelings, he knew he would cherish her, love her, and love her for the rest of his life. End of article

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