The girl's shocking change

In Yuzhou City after the rain, a fresh scent filled the air. The sky was still overcast, thick clouds gathering overhead, giving the impression that night was fast approaching, even though it was still some time before darkness fell. Occasionally, a few raindrops fell, striking the newly opened lotus leaves in the pond in the center of the courtyard. The tender green leaves trembled gently, and streams of water flowed down, leaving trails on the surface.

Su Ningshuang lay languidly in bed, wrapped in a blanket, her long, silky black hair cascading over the pillow. One hand propped her head up, her beautiful eyes unfocused, gazing out the window, listening to the crisp patter of raindrops on the stone steps.

A languid moan escaped her red lips as the young woman slowly closed her eyes, pulling the blanket up until only her eyes and above were visible.

The bottom of the blanket trembled rhythmically.

At the same moment, from Yue'er's room, soft, panting breaths echoed.

"Senior brother... ah, stop..."

Yue'er slumped weakly against Li Tianran, her light green robes scattered on the ground, her moon-white inner shirt half-open, and her pink bodice partially undone, exposing one delicate breast to the air. The breast was small, barely large enough to be grasped in one hand, but the pink nipple proudly stood erect, and Li Tianran was sucking on it wantonly. At the same time, one hand had slipped inside the bodice, grasping the other soft breast, gently twisting the tip with two fingers.

Waves of tingling sensation spread from the breast, and the girl couldn't help but moan softly. Her body instinctively tried to back away, but a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pressing all her weight onto her senior brother, preventing her from moving an inch.

"You...you bad senior brother." Yue'er bit her lip softly, moaning softly. She lowered her head and saw her nipples trembling on her senior brother's tongue. The lewd sight made her face burn, and she felt a warm flow beneath her.

Yue'er breathed softly, holding Li Tianran's head, pressing her lips to his forehead. Her body slumped weakly against him, swaying gently with his movements.

Li Tianran felt blissfully happy, as if in paradise. Since their accident, Yue'er seemed to have transformed overnight from a mischievous little imp who always teased him into an incredibly gentle wife. Every time he couldn't resist wanting to be close to her, she would only verbally refuse a few times, but in the end, she would gently submit, obeying his sometimes even rude requests, responding to his impulses with her tender body.

This gentleness was just like a master's wife to her master. Li Tianran suddenly thought to himself.

The soft, tender breasts in his mouth were like the most tempting delicacy in the world, and Li Tianran was unwilling to let go for even a moment. The soft moans and gasps in his ears made his whole body hot, and his penis stood erect, painfully swollen from being bound by his clothes. Almost unconsciously, he tightened his arms around Yue'er's waist, pressing the girl's waist against his penis through their clothes, rubbing gently.

Yue'er cried out, her eyes widening, and hurriedly pushed Li Tianran away: "Senior brother, no. We're not married yet."

"Good Yue'er, I'm sorry." Li Tianran breathed heavily. Although he longed for her, he knew how important chastity was to a young girl. Even if he was struggling to restrain himself, he would never impulsively defile Yue'er's body.

Yue'er blinked, a mischievous smile appearing on her face.

She slowly got off Li Tianran, one small hand reaching under him, unbuckling his belt, and gently grasping his hot, thick member, slowly stroking it.

Li Tianran gasped for breath, feeling the intense stimulation below. Looking at Yue'er's flower-like, beautiful face, he couldn't resist opening his mouth to kiss her.

Yue'er giggled, dodging away. Looking down, she saw the thing she was holding, about six or seven inches long, almost too big for her small hand to grasp. The tip was a smooth, shiny, purplish-black shape, with a slit in the middle from which a thin, viscous liquid dripped, making her hand sticky.

"You naughty thing," Yue'er whispered. She looked up at Li Tianran's eyes and smiled mischievously.

"Senior brother, close your eyes,"

Li Tianran said, obediently closing them, not understanding why.

Suddenly, his penis felt as if it were enveloped in a warm, moist chamber, and something soft was gently caressing the tip. An unprecedented pleasure instantly coursed through his body.

"Mmm..." Li Tianran groaned softly, secretly opening his eyes.

The scene before him was almost unimaginable: Yue'er knelt before him, her head bowed, revealing her fair neck. Her lips parted slightly, taking half of his penis into her mouth, gently sucking and swallowing, her delicate tongue playfully licking the tip.

Li Tianran's heart pounded, afraid to make a sound, and he quickly closed his eyes, unable to bear the alluring scene. The sight he had glimpsed was already deeply imprinted in his mind, unforgettable as if etched by a knife.

Yue'er's movements were clumsy, seemingly deliberately imitating someone else's, yet even so, the intense stimulation caused Li Tianran's body to tremble. Finally, accompanied by an unbearable pleasure, a hot stream gushed out, most of it shooting into the girl's mouth, the rest splashing onto her cheeks, body, and hair…

Yue'er hurriedly got up, spitting out what was in her mouth, and gave Li Tianran a coquettish look: "You're filthy!" "Ah? I'm sorry…"

Yue'er turned and walked to the corner of the room, washing the filth off her face and hair in the basin of water. She glanced at Jingye's clothes, now stained with grime, and wrinkled her nose. Just as she was about to change, she suddenly turned around and saw Li Tianran staring intently at her.

"You naughty senior brother, turn around and close your eyes. I won't let you open them, so don't." Li Tianran quickly agreed, turning around and obediently closing his eyes.

A series of rustling sounds of changing clothes filled the air.

After a long while, Yue'er's voice finally rang out: "Alright, that's enough." Li Tianran turned around and saw Yue'er wearing a pinkish-white inner garment over a red embroidered robe. Her face still held a lingering blush, making her look as beautiful as a celestial fairy.

Seeing Li Tianran staring in disbelief, Yue'er felt a surge of sweetness in her heart, but deliberately put on a stern face: "What are you looking at? You're not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, and you're not allowed to mention it again. Otherwise… hmph!" Such a threat was destined to be ineffective.

Li Tianran smiled and nodded, moving closer to Yue'er and softly asking, "Yue'er, where did you learn that trick from earlier?"

Yue'er's face instantly turned as red as if it were burning. She glared at Li Tianran resentfully and turned her back.

Realizing he had spoken out of turn, Li Tianran could only smile and gently embrace Yue'er from behind.

The two of them remained motionless, quietly embracing each other, without speaking for a long time.

"Senior brother," Yue'er whispered, "Do you like your little wife?" "Yes, more than anything."

"...Yue'er likes senior brother too."

The two were about to say something more intimately when they suddenly heard a thumping sound.

Startled, they hurriedly separated and then realized that it was the sound of the mansion gate being pounded on.

From the courtyard came Uncle Li's unhurried voice: "Coming, coming, who is it? Our gate is about to be broken down."

After a while, the mansion gate creaked open a crack, then was pushed open forcefully, and then Uncle Li's panicked voice could be heard: "Madam! Madam! Master is in trouble!" Su Ningshuang's door slammed open, and Su Ningshuang, her outer robe disheveled and her hair messy, rushed out, her face pale, and asked: "Husband, what's wrong? What happened?" At the same time, Li Tianran and Yue'er were both startled, and without thinking of anything else, they hurriedly pushed open their doors and came into the courtyard.

A carriage, escorted by several burly men, rushed into the mansion. Leading the group was Yang Wenbo, whose face was haggard, eyes bloodshot, and clothes stained with blood. He looked at Su Ningshuang with a guilty expression: "Sister-in-law, Brother Han has had an accident."

Su Ningshuang's mind went blank, her vision blurred, and she nearly fell. Her legs felt like cotton; she staggered a few steps to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and saw Han Jianchen lying inside, covered with a blanket, his face as pale as paper. Seeing his wife before him, he forced a smile and said softly,

"Shuang'er, I'm so sorry to have worried you."

Su Ningshuang buried her face in Han Jianchen's body and wept bitterly.

Yang Wenbo's eyes reddened. "Sister-in-law," he said, "don't stay in the courtyard. Brother Han can't stand the cold." Without further ado, he directed several men to lift Han Jianchen and carefully carry him into the room, gently placing him on the bed.

Li Tianran grabbed Yang Wenbo: "Hero Yang, what exactly happened?" Yang Wenbo's eyes were glazed over, and he said in a hoarse voice, "We were chasing Jade Butterfly, and we were almost able to capture this villain, but then he got help and set up an ambush for us, killing many of us and breaking through the encirclement. Brother Han fought several masters to protect us and was seriously injured."

Yue'er's face turned pale, and she said tremblingly, "How is my father's injury? Will...will he die?" Yang Wenbo said bitterly, "Brother Han's injury is too severe, I'm afraid...he held on to his last breath and asked us to bring him back so that he could see you and your mother one last time." Yue'er's face turned pale, and she swayed. Li Tianran quickly supported her.

Yue'er steadied herself, and suddenly tears welled up in her eyes. She grabbed Yang Wenbo's collar with both hands and cried out hoarsely,

"You killed my father, you killed my father..."

Yang Wenbo's face was full of bitterness, and he did not move.

Just then, Su Ningshuang called from inside the room, "Yue'er, Tianran, Brother Yang, my husband wants you to come in."

The three hurriedly entered the room.

They saw Han Jianchen lying on the bed, his upper body propped up with pillows, barely able to sit upright. His face was no longer as pale as before, and he had regained some color, his eyes showing a bit more spirit. Su Ningshuang sat on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face, but her face wore a look of joy at having survived a near-death experience, grateful that her husband was recovering.

Yang Wenbo's heart sank. Su Ningshuang didn't know martial arts and naturally didn't know that Han Jianchen was already on his deathbed, a last gasp of life before death. Once his last bit of energy dissipated, even a miracle wouldn't save him.

Yang Wenbo immediately went to the bedside and whispered, "Brother Han, is there anything you want to tell me? As long as I have a breath left, I will do my best to help you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ningshuang's face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with despair, her body swayed, and she began to tremble slightly.

Han Jianchen took a couple of breaths before saying, "Brother Yang, I have a few family matters to attend to, and I would like to ask you to be my witness."

Yang Wenbo responded, "Please speak."

Han Jianchen said, "After I am gone, all the family property will belong to Madam. After the funeral, Madam may remarry, and no one in the Han family may obstruct her in the slightest. I ask you to be my witness." Su Ningshuang cried out, "No!!" and buried her face in Han Jianchen's arms, sobbing loudly.

Han Jianchen stroked Su Ningshuang's cheek with trembling hands and said softly, "Shuang'er, I have failed you." As he spoke, a tear rolled down his cheek.

Su Ningshuang reached out and grasped Han Jianchen's hand, staring straight into his eyes, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Han Jianchen continued, "The second matter, Tianran, come here and kneel down." Li Tianran stepped forward and knelt on the ground.

Han Jianchen said, "Tianran, you grew up in the Han family since childhood, and you and Yue'er were childhood sweethearts, inseparable since you were little. Now that you've both grown up, I will betroth Yue'er to you today. After I'm gone, there's no need to adhere to the custom of observing three years of mourning; let's find an auspicious day to marry Yue'er." Li Tianran said with tears in his eyes, "Yes, Master, I will definitely take good care of Yue'er and not let her suffer at all." Yue'er suddenly burst into tears, rushed to her father's side, and hugged Han Jianchen's body, "Father, don't leave us."

A trace of tenderness appeared on Han Jianchen's face, and he sighed, saying, "Yue'er, I always thought I could see you and Tianran get married and live a happy and fulfilling life, but unfortunately, there will be no more chance. From now on, be more sensible and don't be naughty anymore, understand?"

Yue'er just cried bitterly, unable to say another word.

Han Jianchen said to Li Tianran, "Tianran, from now on you are the only man in the family. You must take good care of Yue'er and your master's wife, and don't let them suffer any grievances, otherwise..." His words trailed off, his eyes dimmed, and his arms fell limply to his sides.

"Husband!" "Father!" "Master!"

Three heart-wrenching cries rang out.

The three cried for an unknown amount of time, until finally Yang Wenbo couldn't bear to watch any longer. He pleaded with them and forcibly pulled them out, then quickly found someone to arrange the funeral. The Han family only had two women and a young man, and they were all grief-stricken. How could they possibly handle these matters? Yang Wenbo felt guilty because he had invited Han Jianchen to his death, and dared not slack off in the slightest. Fortunately, he often visited the Han family and knew all the servants. After working for most of the day, the mourning hall was finally set up after the lamps were lit.

In the mourning hall, Han Jianchen's body was laid on the bed board, and Su Ningshuang and the other two, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt beside him. Li Tianran and Yue'er were somewhat better; after crying for a while, they had calmed down a bit. Su Ningshuang, however, sat motionless, like a wooden statue, her eyes vacant, her desolate appearance heartbreaking.

Li Tianran forced himself to stay awake, had some porridge cooked, fed Yue'er a small bowl, and then brought the bowl to Su Ningshuang's lips. Su Ningshuang, like a puppet, didn't respond to Li Tianran's calls several times. Frustrated, Li Tianran secretly resorted to a trick, forcing Su Ningshuang to drink a few mouthfuls, most of which spilled, soaking her clothes. Su Ningshuang remained oblivious, her expression blank.

The next day, the coffin shop delivered the coffin, and Han Jianchen's body was finally placed in the coffin. According to custom, the body should be kept for five to seven days before burial, but Yang Wenbo, seeing Su Ningshuang's numb state of not sleeping, eating, or drinking, feared something ominous had happened. After discussing with Li Tianran, the body was only kept for three days before being hastily buried. Fortunately, the Han family was small and had few relatives, so no one objected.

Even with the funeral arrangements kept simple, it still exhausted everyone. For those three days, Su Ningshuang stayed close to the coffin, refusing to eat or drink, like a puppet, as if her soul had been buried with her husband. Only after the funeral was over did she regain some consciousness. She drank a few sips of ginseng soup, vomited most of it, and could barely manage to stay upright, still feeling mentally disoriented.

Yang Wenbo had been exhausted these past few days and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Su Ningshuang had regained some energy, he said, "Sister-in-law, Brother Han is gone. You must take good care of yourself from now on. Even if not for yourself, you must think of your daughter. Yue'er has already lost her father; she can't lose her mother too." Hearing Yue'er's name, Su Ningshuang regained some spirit. She glanced at Yue'er and said in a hoarse voice, "Yue'er, find me a pair of scissors."

Yue'er was startled and asked, "Mother, what are you going to do?" Su Ningshuang said, "I told your father that if he were to pass away one day, I would cut my hair and become a nun, spending my life chanting sutras and praying for his well-being." Yue'er

immediately burst into tears, clinging to her mother's body and refusing to let go. Li Tianran also tried to persuade her from the side.

Yang Wenbo sighed, "It's not bad that you have this intention, but Yue'er only has you as her family. If you become a nun, what will happen to your lonely daughter? In my opinion, you can build a Buddhist hall in the mansion and practice Buddhism while keeping your hair. This way, you can fulfill your long-cherished wish to pray for your husband and also take care of your daughter."

Li Tianran and Yue'er persuaded her again before Su Ningshuang reluctantly agreed.

Yang Wenbo then said, "Brother Han had already betrothed Yue'er to Tianran before his death. Sister-in-law, what do you think?" Su Ningshuang looked at Li Tianran and Yue'er and said, "Tianran and Yue'er grew up together and were meant to be betrothed to him. After the three-year mourning period, they will naturally be married."

Yang Wenbo said, "But Brother Han originally intended for them to get married as soon as possible, so there was no need for three years of mourning." Su Ningshuang resolutely refused, "Three years of mourning is a matter of etiquette; how can we disobey it?" Yang Wenbo hesitated and said, "Sister-in-law, in my opinion, Brother Han..." "This decision probably has ulterior motives." Seeing Su Ningshuang's sharp gaze fixed on him, he steeled himself and said, "My sister-in-law is newly widowed, and Tianran is already an adult. If they can't get married soon, there will be gossip."

At this point, Su Ningshuang's face flushed red, clearly understanding Yang Wenbo's implication. After a moment's thought, she said, "At least observe six months of mourning, and then they can get married." Yang Wenbo breathed a sigh of relief. After saying a few more words, Su Ningshuang asked him to leave to attend to his own business.

Yang Wenbo also knew that Han Jianchen had died because of him, and his wife naturally harbored resentment towards him. After saying a few more idle words, he made an excuse to leave the Han residence.

As night deepened, Yue'er said, "Mother, it's late, you should rest early." Su Ningshuang agreed, got up and took a few steps, but suddenly swayed and almost fell. Li Tianran quickly supported her.

Yue'er hurriedly called out, "Mother!" Just as she was about to get up, she felt dizzy. For the past few days, the mother and daughter had been working tirelessly, barely eating anything, and were on the verge of collapse.

Su Ningshuang said, "I'm fine." She took a few more steps, but her legs went weak, her head spun, and she couldn't support herself.

Li Tianran helped Su Ningshuang up and turned to Yue'er, saying, "Yue'er, wait a moment, I'll take your master's wife back to her room first." Su Ningshuang, supported by Li Tianran, slowly walked towards her bedroom. At first, she could barely move, but later she was almost unconscious, her entire body hanging on Li Tianran.

Li Tianran struggled more and more to support Su Ningshuang. Seeing that his master's wife's eyes were closed and she was no longer lucid, he finally gritted his teeth, used his arms to lift her up, and carried her into the room.

The candlelight in the bedroom was dim and about to go out. Li Tianran gently placed his master's wife on the bed, took off her shoes and socks, and covered her with a blanket. Just as he turned to leave, a hand grabbed his collar.

Su Ningshuang's eyes were tightly closed, but her hands gripped Li Tianran's clothes tightly, murmuring, "Husband...don't leave me. Shuang'er, Shuang'er doesn't want you to leave..."

Li Tianran almost cried. He gently pried open his master's wife's fingers, tucked her arm under the covers, blew out the lamp, closed the door, and left.

He went to the hall and saw Yue'er asleep on the table.

Li Tianran picked Yue'er up and carried her into the boudoir, placing her on the bed. Just as he was about to leave, Yue'er opened her eyes, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Senior brother," Yue'er sobbed, "Father, he's gone."

Li Tianran leaned down and kissed Yue'er's cheek. "Don't be afraid, your senior brother is here." Yue'er hummed in agreement, closed her eyes, but grabbed Li Tianran's arm with one hand. "Senior brother, don't leave tonight, Yue'er is so scared." Li

Tianran hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded.

Yue'er shifted further into the bed, and Li Tianran took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.

Yue'er closed her eyes, slowly leaning closer to Li Tianran, burying her head in her senior brother's chest. She pulled the blanket up, covering them both, her petite body trembling beneath it, her long eyelashes glistening with tears.

Li Tianran lowered his head, gently kissing Yue'er's forehead, then opened his arms, holding the helpless girl tightly in his embrace.

The girl in his arms gradually stopped trembling, and after a moment, finally drifted into a deep sleep.

Li Tianran's lips slowly traced from her forehead to her cheek, then to the back of her beautiful neck, before he too slowly closed his eyes.

The candle flickered, then went out, plunging everything into darkness.

[The End]

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