The Little Wildcat Under the Cold Lion's Claws (1-5)

Everyone living in Joyful City knows that the Mu and Nie families, located in the south of the city, are sworn enemies. The Mu
family has produced generations of civil officials, holding a place in the court, with the current Prime Minister being the head of the family. The Nie

family, on the other hand, is renowned for its military prowess, boasting a glorious military record over generations and being recognized by the Holy Dynasty as the Nie Family Army, feared by even the barbarian tribes
.

The two families are neighbors, yet they have never interacted. The origin of

their feud is unknown to outsiders, but civil officials and military generals are notoriously at odds, so it's
not entirely surprising.

What is more surprising is that Prime Minister Mu and General Nie, who are at odds in court, have even chosen the exact same
place —Joyful City—and their mansions are even adjacent.

Aren't they sworn enemies? How come they live so close?

Upon inquiry, it turns out that the two ladies are very close sisters; what they dislike about each other is their
husbands , but the two ladies' relationship is actually quite good!

They even agreed that if their children were a boy and a girl, they would marry to strengthen
the relationship between the two families.

However, both men scoffed at this suggestion.

"Bah! Of course, we want a son! If a daughter is born, she'll marry into that barbarian family, and my Mu family will decline for three generations!"
This was Prime Minister Mu's argument. "Hmph, marry that old man's daughter? I'd rather pick one off the street
than let that Mu fellow enter the house! Are you saying… that useless old Mu can't even produce a son?" General Nie sneered,
his contemptuous words making Prime Minister Mu tremble with anger.

Because that bastard Nie already had a five-year-old son, while his wife hadn't
produced !

Madam Mu had also wanted her husband to take a concubine to continue the Mu family line, but Prime Minister Mu refused. He loved his wife dearly;
how could he let her suffer?

If they really didn't have children, so be it; that Nie fellow had a clean mouth, so they should just ignore him.

However, perhaps it was a stroke of luck, for Madam Mu suddenly became pregnant at the age of forty, much to the delight of the two.
"Hey, Mr. Mu, congratulations! You're pregnant? But with your abilities, can you even produce a son?" Through the wall,
General Nie sneered, looking Prime Minister Mu's thin frame up and down. ... "Hmph, Mr. Nie, my wife's baby
is definitely a boy!" Prime Minister Mu glared, shouting irritably.

"Is that so?" General Nie chuckled, utterly disdainful. "What if it's not a boy?"

"What if it's not a boy? I'll rip my head off and use it as a chamber pot!" He was furious; he was determined to give birth to a
son to show this Mr. Nie!

"Fine, I'll be waiting for your chamber pot." General Nie laughed, utterly contemptuous.

Some time later, Madam Mu gave birth to a son, and the chamber pot was no longer needed. However, the feud between the two families remained, and
the two men began comparing their children.

Young Master Nie possessed extraordinary talent from a young age, receiving imperial rewards at a tender age, and his future was limitless.

Young Master Mu picked up a pen at two, read poetry at three, and wrote essays at four, truly a child prodigy whose writings
astonished the emperor.

Unfortunately, he fell seriously ill at the age of seven, and after recovering, his personality changed; the prodigy vanished, and he became an ordinary person.

"Ha...

At this moment, the ordinary-looking young master of the Mu family lazily yawned and slowly walked out of the room. His hand
was his stomach, and his face was a little pale, as if he was feeling unwell.

Although he was only fourteen years old and his body was thin and weak, his face was extremely handsome, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His handsome
appearance was extremely popular with the girls outside!

No wonder that as soon as he went out, a bunch of girls would secretly stare at him. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned lazily again, and
Mu Zhiqi raised his head. He heard a soft shout from behind the wall. He raised his eyebrows, walked to the wooden ladder on the wall, and slowly climbed
a few steps. Sure enough, the young master of the Nie family was practicing boxing with his upper body bare. His strong physique and bronze skin..." The color of his clothes made him
swallow hard.

Tsk tsk, his physique is just as good!

Mu Zhiqi sat arrogantly on the wall, openly admiring him.

Nie Wuzong stopped what he was doing, glancing coldly at the person sitting on the wall.
He was already used to such stares—including the sound of swallowing. If this Mu guy hadn't been flirting with girls outside,
he would have really thought he had homosexual tendencies, constantly staring at his naked body and swallowing.

However, being stared at like this was still unpleasant; those predatory eyes seemed to want to
devour him alive , it was disgusting!

Picking up his clothes, he lost interest in practicing martial arts.

"Ah, you're not practicing anymore?" The person watching was still oblivious, his voice filled with obvious disappointment.

Unfortunately, of all the men's bodies he'd seen, Nie Wuzong's was still the most beautiful. His physique was just right, his muscles
perfect , making him want to touch it.

Of course, he didn't dare, unless his hand wanted to break.

However, Nie Wuzong was also very handsome.

Unlike his delicate features, Nie Wuzong's features were masculine yet still beautiful, coupled with his tall and slender figure. Although he
always wore a cold expression, his aloof temperament was quite charming. No wonder so many young women wanted to marry him.

Alas, it was a pity that he would never be able to have Nie Wuzong's strong and muscular appearance in this lifetime!

Looking at his own thin body, Mu Zhiqi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Suddenly, a dull pain came from his lower abdomen, and his head spun, almost causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground
.

Fortunately, he managed to hold it in, but his face became even paler.

Nie Wuzong noticed this, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing slightly, but he didn't come forward or offer any concern. He dressed and prepared to leave.

"Hey! Are you just going to ignore me like this?" He had no sympathy at all!

"Do I know you?" Nie Wuzhao glanced at him indifferently. He and Mu Zhiqi had never had much to say to each other; they
weren't close and had no connection whatsoever.

"Heh! That's true." Mu Zhiqi wasn't bothered by Nie Wuzhao's coldness, curving his lips indifferently
. He was already used to his icy demeanor.

If Nie Wuzhao ever became warm towards him, he might be scared!

"I heard you led the army to defeat the Southern Barbarians, greatly pleasing the Emperor, who is preparing to bestow upon you the position of general? Congratulations."
Ignoring his indifference, Mu Zhiqi continued the conversation.

Nie Wuzhao didn't respond, only staring at his pale appearance, his brows unconsciously furrowing slightly.

Looking at his thin figure, as if a gust of wind would knock him over, yet he dared to sit on the wall—truly fearless!

"To reach the position of general at the age of twenty, there will definitely be many people jealous of you..." Ugh! My stomach really
hurts .

A sharp pain came from my lower abdomen, and Mu Zhiqi felt even more dizzy. His vision went black, and his body went limp,
causing him to lose his balance and accidentally fall off the wall. He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel
any pain at all. Mu Zhiqi opened his eyes in confusion, only to see a handsome face very close to him. His eyes moved
... their lips were touching, and one of his hands was on his chest... Nie Wuzhao frowned, feeling
the softness in his palm. He was stunned for a moment, and his fingers subconsciously grabbed it... soft and squishy! This... Nie Wuzhao stared in
disbelief at the thin boy above him. The two of them stared at each other blankly, unable to say another word.

The little wildcat under the cold lion's claws

Only she

could give him this feeling

The more she ran away, the more he wanted her...

Chapter 1

As the saying goes, Heaven's sins can be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins cannot.

Looking at his "son" stepping across the threshold, Master Mu truly felt that the saying was spot on—it perfectly described his
current state!

"Father, why are you up so early? It's barely dawn!" Mu Zhiqi
raised an eyebrow, looking at her father sitting in the main seat.

"He" had delicate and elegant features, wore a light blue silk robe, and his shoulder-length black hair
was half-tied up with a light blue ribbon. He held a white jade fan in his hand, fanning himself lightly, his gentle and refined appearance
captivating all the girls in the city.

Who in Joy City didn't know that the Mu family had a dashing young master? His handsome face always wore a nonchalant
smile, and a casual remark could make any girl's heart flutter.

Daughters who wanted to become the young mistress of the Mu family flocked to his door, and some even came to hint to Master Mu that the two families
could become in-laws.

Whenever he heard these rumors, and the hints about visiting friends, Old Master Mu was both angry and embarrassed, and could only
laugh it off, pretending not to understand.

What a joke! If his "son" could really get married, the Mu family would be full of children and grandchildren long ago, instead of letting
his "son" be a lonely bachelor at the "advanced age" of twenty!

"Hmph!" You "know it's dawn"? Coming back at this hour, you "tell me," you "where did you run off to?"
Staring at his father, Old Master Mu's beard trembled with anger.

"Father, aren't you just asking the obvious?" Glancing casually at his father, Mu Zhiqi lazily
sat down in a chair and poured himself a cup of tea. I just came back from Zuiyue Tower, and I didn't sleep all night. "Father, can you wait until I've had enough sleep before you start
scolding me?"

Mu Zhiqi said, yawning lazily.

"Zuiyue Tower? You went to Zuiyue Tower again?" What "what's a young lady like you doing going to Zuiyue Tower every now and then?"
Old Master Mu roared angrily.

"Shh!" Mu Zhiqi quickly gestured for her father to be quiet. "Dad, be careful, walls have ears.
It wouldn't be good if they heard us." She shook her finger, thoughtfully reminding her father. "You..." Old Master Mu was so
angry he almost couldn't breathe. What a mistake!

Back then, driven by a sense of pride, he was determined to have a son, or else he'd be that bastard Nie's
chamber pot! Unexpectedly, the child was born a girl.

He had accepted it; a girl was just as good. He had longed for this child for over ten years, and he was too busy cherishing her to care whether
she was a boy or a girl.

But then that scoundrel Nie stood outside the door making sarcastic remarks, saying he lacked nothing except a chamber pot.

This was intolerable! In a fit of rage, he said he had a son. Once the words were out, it was
too late .

Driven by a sense of pride, he raised his daughter as if she were his son. His wife even argued with him about it for a long time
, but knowing his pride, she eventually had to swallow her anger and help him conceal the truth.

His daughter was exceptionally bright from a young age. She picked up a pen at two, had read the Four Books and Five Classics by three, and possessed a photographic memory.
Her poems and essays written at four years old astonished even her proud father, rivaling those of the Nie family's son
.

Her writing even won the favor of the current emperor, who declared that with her talent, she would surely
become the youngest top scholar in the imperial examinations.

Hearing this, he was terrified. If she were a son, he would be incredibly proud, but she was a girl!
A woman holding office—this was a heinous crime of deceiving the emperor, one he dared not break!

After several years of trepidation, he realized this wasn't a solution. So, when his daughter was seven, he lied and claimed she had fallen
seriously , forbidding her from writing poetry and lyrics, turning her into an ordinary person.

But her status remained unchanged, so she had to continue being the young master of the Mu family. Because of this, his daughter's
temperament grew increasingly wild, and he couldn't control her at all.

Now, at twenty years old, she showed no signs of being a girl, even flirting with other women,
arousing the hearts of young ladies, and frequently visiting brothels. It was infuriating for him,
her father!

She was a young woman! What was a grown woman doing going to brothels? What was the point?

The more Mr. Mu thought about it, the angrier he became, a lump forming in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Seeing her father struggling to breathe, Mu Zhiqi knew what he was thinking. She took a sip of tea and lazily raised
her eyes. "Father, calm down. You're not young anymore. Don't get too agitated, or my aunt will become a widow."

"You…" Her words only fueled her father's anger. "You...you're clearly trying to drive
me crazy! You go to Zuiyue Tower every now and then, what are you doing there?"

"Father, what would a man do at a brothel? Don't you know?" Mu Zhiqi smiled knowingly.

"You...are you even a man?" Old Master Mu roared angrily.

"Who in the whole of Huanxi City doesn't know that the Mu family only has one young master? If I'm not a man, then what am I?"
Mu Zhiqi smiled charmingly, waving her white jade fan.

"You..." What a wretched girl!

Seeing that her father seemed about to faint from anger, Mu Zhiqi had no choice but to abandon her lazy demeanor and put on an innocent expression.
"Otherwise, Father, what do you want me to do? Turn back into a girl? I'm afraid that when Young Master Mu becomes Miss Mu,
the crime of deceiving the emperor and confiscating the family property will come!"

Don't forget, the essay she wrote when she was a child even earned her a plaque bestowed by the emperor, which is currently hanging in the main hall of the house.

"By then, let alone three generations of misfortune, our entire Mu family will probably be wiped out in our generation, hahaha
..." She laughed smugly.

Under her father's glare, she wisely withdrew her smile, coughed a few times, and continued drinking her tea.

"You..." Old Master Mu was speechless, only able to rub his forehead, sighing with unshed tears, "Alas!
What sins have I committed to raise such a wretched daughter..."

"Whose fault is it? It's all your fault!" Madam Mu walked into the hall, glaring at her husband. "Who told
you to be so concerned with your reputation, telling such a lie!"

Hmph, now you're complaining? Is it too late?

"Who told that guy surnamed Nie to provoke me?" Old Master Mu huffed and puffed, raising his head. "Otherwise, would I lie? Hmph!
Besides, I swore that no one from my Mu family would ever marry into the Nie family, or three generations of misfortune would follow...

" "What's wrong with marrying into the Nie family?" Madam Mu interrupted her husband. "That Wuzong is so promising,
so handsome , becoming a general at twenty, making countless contributions to the court. He just recently pacified the barbarians and
will be returning in triumph in a few days.

" "Impressive, huh?" Master Mu scoffed.

"Very impressive." Madam Mu glared, always furious when this was mentioned, gritting her teeth and
cursing . "If it weren't for you, our Qi'er would have been married off to such a fine prince long ago, and wouldn't be twenty years
old now. And still neither male nor female, everyone only knows him as Young Master Mu, not that he's actually Miss Mu. Tell me,
how long do you plan to let Qi'er be Young Master Mu? Forever?" "I...

" Under Madam Mu's relentless questioning, Master Mu stammered, unable to speak coherently. Meanwhile,
Mu Zhiqi, sitting in a chair, was lost in thought, oblivious to her parents' argument. When she heard her mother say that the man was returning in triumph
, she nearly dropped her teacup. Could it be? That man is coming back...? Cold sweat trickled down her forehead, her face
paling...

He really is back...

In the attic, Mu Zhiqi stood in a secluded corner, her face deathly pale, watching the handsome man being welcomed by the crowd.

He rode a black steed. His long, black hair fell loosely, adding a touch of untamed spirit. Two years had passed, and
his features showed signs of age, but this did not diminish his handsomeness; instead, it made him even more captivating.

What remained unchanged was his cold expression, neither proud of his great achievement nor smiling at the welcome of the crowd,
as if it were all perfectly natural.

That aloof and arrogant demeanor was just as it had been back then.

No, even more arrogant than before!

"How...didn't he die beyond the Great Wall?"

Unbelievable! The Yi tribe's bravery and skill in battle were renowned throughout the world; she thought he was surely dead and
would never return.

Besides, she hadn't heard any news of him for two years, so she naturally assumed he must have died in the war
.

But he returned, and he had swept away the barbarians, returning in high spirits.

"Is Heaven going to kill me?" Her lips trembled, and Mu Zhiqi wanted to cry. Suddenly, those icy eyes seemed to sense
the gaze from above, sweeping sharply in her direction. Startled! She quickly hid herself, afraid of being discovered
. Please! Please don't let them find out... Holding her breath and waiting for a long time, listening to the welcoming voices gradually fading away, she
finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What? You look so nervous? What happened?" Qin Zuiyue entered the room, her beautiful
face stunning.

"Zuiyue!" Mu Zhiqi rushed forward and grabbed Qin Zuiyue's hand forcefully. "Please,
let me stay at your Zuiyue Pavilion!"

"Why would you stay at your own home instead of in this brothel?" Qin Zuiyue raised an eyebrow,
finding it amusing to see Mu Zhiqi's unusually composed expression.

"You know perfectly well! The news of Nie Wuzong's return has spread far and wide. How could you not know?" This
woman knew she was hiding, yet she pretended to be oblivious!

"Can you hide forever?" Qin Zuiyue looked at Mu Zhiqi dismissively, freeing her
hand and gracefully sitting down in a chair.

"I'll hide as long as I can." Mu Zhiqi's face was pale, filled with panic.

In this world, not many people knew she was a woman. Besides her parents, only a few close friends knew,
and... Nie Wuzong.

Thinking of how he discovered her back then, she regretted it deeply.

If only she hadn't been so attracted to men, she wouldn't be in this predicament today.

When he discovered her, she was terrified and tried to push him away to escape, but the usually cold man flipped
her over and subdued her, ignoring her struggles and roughly tearing off her clothes, clearly revealing her small breasts under the strips of cloth.

"Hmm... a woman?" Nie Wuzong raised an eyebrow, looking at the obvious breasts. His initial surprise had long since disappeared,
replaced by intense interest.

As if he had discovered something amusing, his icy eyes, filled with predatory interest, looked at the flustered little face beneath him.

"You, you..." Mu Zhiqi was completely speechless, never expecting that the usually cold man would be
so brazen, tearing off her clothes in broad daylight.

"Your period?" He glanced down and saw a slight red stain on her white underpants from the violent writhing, and comparing it to
her soft, pale appearance, he easily guessed.

Mu Zhiqi's face flushed red, both angry and embarrassed. "Let...let me go!" This bastard! She'd once admired
his body, even secretly felt a flutter of attraction...

Ugh! She was blind!

"I didn't expect you to be so cute when you're angry." Her pale cheeks flushed red with rage, her eyes wide and round, completely different

from her previous nonchalant demeanor. 　　This unexpected sight pleased him. 　　A slight smile played on his thin lips as his long fingers slipped under the fabric, gently moving along the alluring cleavage between her breasts. 　　"What...what are you doing?" Mu Zhiqi's eyes widened as she stared at Nie Wuzong's hand, struggling and twisting in anger. "Nie Wuzong, take your thieving hands away!" 　　"Too young, not alluring enough, but in a year or two, it'll be just right." Looking at her, Nie Wuzong spoke meaningfully , a hint of wickedness flashing across his handsome face. 　　She gasped. His predatory gaze was terrifying, like a mad lion locking onto its prey, and she was his prey. 　　Her heart trembled inexplicably; she panicked under his gaze. 　　And then, he released her.

As soon as she was free, Mu Zhiqi hastily gathered her clothes and scrambled to her feet. Before she could even run, a pair of large hands
wrapped around her waist.

"Ah!" Before she could react, she was already being lifted up. "Let me go—"

she cried out angrily, struggling.

Nie Wuzong ignored her kitten-like struggles, holding her firmly with one hand, his thin lips whispering in her
ear . "The wall is so high, can you get over it by yourself? Or do you want
to walk out of my Nie family gate disheveled?"

His words made her stop struggling, staring at the high wall, speechless.

After he finished speaking, he lightly licked her small, shell-like earlobe with his tongue.

"Ah!" Mu Zhiqi quickly covered her ears and turned to glare at him. "You…"

Before she could even curse, he had already swiftly picked her up, lightly touching the ground with his toes, and leaped over the high wall.

This sudden movement terrified her, and her hands instinctively wrapped tightly around his neck, afraid of accidentally falling
.

"Are you going to keep holding me?" Landing on the ground, Nie Wuzong looked down at the girl in his arms,
a faint smile playing on his thin lips. "Ah!" Mu Zhiqi quickly withdrew her hand, pushed him away, clutched her clothes, and tried to escape.

But Fu Lai's words behind her made her stop in her tracks—

"Little kitten, come here to wait for me at midnight tomorrow."

"Who cares about you!" She turned and glared at him. From now on, she would stay far away from him and never want to see him again.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone you're a girl?" Nie Wuzong threatened in a low voice, his
round eyes widening as he looked at her, making her look like a cute little kitten with its claws outstretched.

"You…despicable!" How dare he threaten her? "

If the Emperor finds out, it's a crime of deceiving the Emperor. Do you think the Mu family can bear that responsibility?" Nie Wuzong didn't care about
her accusation, his smile light yet confident, as if he knew she would eventually give in.

"You..." Mu Zhiqi glared at him, but was helpless. Who told her to have her weakness exposed! She gritted
her teeth , glared at him, and left without looking back. From then on, her miserable existence under his tyranny began.
He said east, she dared not go west, like a docile house cat, clearly seething with hatred, yet forced to submit.

And that bastard surnamed Nie, when she was sixteen, despicably got her drunk and took her body. She was
completely powerless to resist, only able to let him bully her, harboring deep resentment.

Finally, when she was eighteen, he received an imperial decree, ordered to pacify the Yi tribe.

Knowing she could escape his clutches, she was overjoyed, almost to the point of celebrating, and burned incense every day, hoping
he would die outside.

Unexpectedly, after only two years of freedom, just when she had almost forgotten him, he returned.

Wasn't this heaven's will to destroy her?

"No, I must escape! I must hide far away." Mu Zhiqi bit her fingers, pacing nervously
back and forth.

Qin Zuiyue, seated leisurely in her chair, held her teacup, sipping her fine tea while observing her friend's rare
display of panic.

"How to escape? How to hide?" she asked coolly, taking a sip of tea.

Mu Zhiqi stopped, looking at her resolutely. "I don't care, I'm sticking to Zuiyue Tower.
I won't come back until he leaves the city!"

She refused to believe he was so resourceful as to know she was at Zuiyue Tower.

The night was deep.

Mu Zhiqi slept soundly, her face nuzzling against the soft silk quilt, letting out a satisfied sigh, her lips slightly parted
as if she were having a sweet dream.

Until a hint of arrogance disturbed her peaceful sleep…

goosebumps inexplicably rose on her skin. She quickly opened her eyes and saw a tall figure peeking through the thin bed curtains.

Startled

, clutching the quilt, she sat up abruptly, before she could even scream, the person outside the bed curtains spoke first.

"My little kitty, did you think I wouldn't find you just because you're hiding here?"

Chapter Two.

"You…" Mu Zhiqi's eyes widened, her voice stammering with nervousness. That voice… although it had disappeared
for two years , it was still incredibly familiar. But… how could this be? How did he know she was here?

He only just returned today; his information network couldn't be that efficient, could it? He knew she was at Zuiyue Tower so quickly?

She hadn't been unaware that he might investigate. Initially, she planned to stay at Zuiyue Tower for one night and head elsewhere the next day,
determined not to be found by him. She wouldn't set foot in the Mu residence before he left Huanxi City.

But before she could even escape, he had already found her…

Waaah… Is this a nightmare? Swallowing hard ,

Mu Zhiqi didn't want to believe her eyes, desperately trying to convince herself it was a nightmare.
But ...

that arrogant, intimidating aura, that predatory, burning gaze, clearly told her this wasn't a dream...

"What? Aren't you usually so quick-witted? How come you can't even utter a word after two years?"
A cold voice came from behind the bed curtains again.

"You... I..." Staring at the figure behind the bed curtains, Mu Zhiqi was too frightened to speak, stammering and unable to
utter a sound.

"Little cat, is it because you missed me so much that you're so moved to see me that you can't speak?" Long, slender
fingers lifted the bed curtains, and that wickedly handsome face came into her eyes through the moonlight.

Moved my ass!

She almost blurted out those words subconsciously, but when he suddenly parted the bed curtains and saw that intimidatingly
handsome face, she froze, speechless again.

Seeing him up close now, his handsome features were even more striking than when she'd seen him from afar that morning, his imposing aura even more pronounced,
striking her directly and making her momentarily forget to breathe.

He, too, remained silent, his burning black eyes fixed on her.

Two years had passed, and the naive girl had grown up. Her delicate face held a woman's softness, but
the spiritedness between her brows remained unchanged, and the stubbornness in her eyes hadn't faded, causing him to slightly curve his handsome thin lips.

His gaze slowly moved downwards, his dark eyes landing on her high, full breasts. Beneath her snow-white undergarment, there was no
lining; the strip of cloth wrapped around her chest had long been untied, and she had never worn a bellyband, leaving her delicate pink nipples
pressed against the fabric, outlining an alluring curve.

"Nie Wuzong, where are you looking?" Noticing his gaze, Mu Zhiqi's face flushed red, and she quickly crossed her arms over
her chest, blocking his view, her beautiful eyes wide open, glaring at him fiercely.

"You lecher !

" Nie Wuzong lazily looked at Mu Zhiqi, his dark eyes deliberately sweeping over her chest
before speaking again, "It's been two years, looks like you've 'grown up' quite a bit!"

His thin lips curled slightly. His tone was suggestive.

Mu Zhiqi wasn't an idiot, of course she understood what he meant. Her cheeks flushed, she looked at him with embarrassment and annoyance. "None of your
business !"

"Of course it's my business, little cat, have you forgotten, this is a perk for me." Enjoying her expression,
Nie Wuzong continued to tease her. It had been two

years since he had teased her, he really missed this feeling, and her reaction, so vivid and interesting that he wanted to
swallow her whole.

"Shut up! Don't keep calling me little cat." He hadn't heard that annoying nickname for two years, and now it had
reappeared, it was really grating!

"Tsk tsk! Only two years, and your claws have already come out again. I won't..." Nie Wuzong shook his head, his predatory
gaze undisguised.

His gaze sent a chill down Mu Zhiqi's spine. She shrank back, afraid he would pounce on her, but her mouth remained defiant
, stubbornly retorting,

"Pah! What do I care if you love me or not? You've been gone for two years! Why didn't you just die outside the Great Wall? What are you doing back
here ?" She hated him!

"Heh! Are you angry that I left without saying goodbye?" Nie Wuzong chuckled, leaning closer to her. "Or are you
angry that I haven't contacted you for two years, not even a message?"

"Get lost! Stop being so presumptuous! I wish you were dead outside the Great Wall, never to appear again… Damn it! Can you
please stop getting so close?"

She tried desperately to retreat, but he pressed closer, cornering her against the bed, leaving her nowhere to go,
enveloped . The familiar yet unfamiliar scent of the man made her tense and flustered, and his words only fueled her anger, causing her to blurt out whatever came to mind.

She would never forget that day two years ago—

Mu Zhiqi's eyes turned cold as she thought of that night.

He came to her room as usual, his chaotic demands so intense that she cried out, involuntarily begging
until dawn before he finally released her.

Exhausted by his insatiable demands, she couldn't get out of bed, but he vanished without a trace after that day.

Later, she heard from the servants that he had been ordered by the emperor to quell the barbarian tribes, his return date uncertain; by then,
he had already been gone for a long time.

Everyone knew this except her, only after he left.

She… was overjoyed!

No more suffering his abuse, no more being threatened by him; she was free! How liberating! She cursed him
every day , wishing he would die on the battlefield and never return.

But she wasn't angry with him! Why be angry?

She was overjoyed at his disappearance; what was there to be angry about?

With pursed lips, she raised her head, stubbornly glaring at him, unmoved by his aura, unyielding to
his imposing presence.

Although her trembling body already betrayed her emotions,

Nie Wuzong raised his handsome eyebrows slightly and chuckled softly at her stubborn expression. "Little kitten, you're still as
adorable ever, utterly lovable." Her provocative gaze made his blood boil, a surge of excitement rising within him;

only she could

give him this feeling. "The more you run away, the more I'll want you..." His fingertips lightly touched her flawless cheek, and as she tried to turn her gaze away,
he swiftly gripped her pink jaw.

"Let go... ugh!"

Without giving her a chance to speak, his cold, thin lips quickly covered hers.

"Ugh! No..."

Mu Zhiqi frowned, a sharp pain shooting through her jaw as it was gripped tightly. His lips pressed against hers, ignoring her
resistance, his nimble tongue prying open her lips, forcefully plunging in, stirring the sweet saliva within her mouth.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, he pulled away, a drop of blood spilling from his thin lips, his dark eyes glaring at her.

Mu Zhiqi stubbornly raised her small face, looking at him triumphantly, her slightly swollen lips stained with his blood.

"If you touch me again, I'll bite off your tongue!" she said defiantly, her tongue lightly licking her
bloodied lips, like a wildcat confronting an enemy, arrogant yet alluring.

Nie Wuzong narrowed his dark eyes and licked the blood off his lips as well. A stinging pain came from the wound on his tongue,
but it only aroused his interest more.

She probably didn't know that this only fueled his desire to conquer her; her defiant gaze made him
want to dominate her even more.

"Little kitten, be a little more arrogant, and I'll taste even sweeter." Nie Wuzong smiled, his aggressive
gaze fixed on her.

That look made her tremble slightly, but she stubbornly refused to bow her head.

She secretly searched for an escape route with the corner of her eye. She knew better than anyone that she couldn't win against him. He didn't even care about this small
act of resistance ; it only fueled his fighting spirit.

"What, trying to escape?" Realizing her intention, he began to approach. "I told you, the more you run,
the more I want you."

"Damn it!" Mu Zhiqi was completely enraged. "Nie Wuzong, what exactly do you want?"
Why was he clinging to her like this? What did he want?

His dark eyes flashed, a glint of light passing through them, his gaze fixed on her. "Little cat, do you really not know
what I want?"

His handsome face pressed against hers, his tongue lightly licking her lips.

She glared at him, unmoving.

"What? Not going to bite me anymore?" He took her full lower lip into his mouth, sucking lightly, his voice slightly hoarse, carrying a hint
of provocation.

Hearing his provocation, Mu Zhiqi's last shred of reason vanished instantly. Disregarding everything, she opened her lips to bite
him.

Nie Wuzong didn't retreat but advanced, first capturing her pink tongue, his teeth biting down slightly. "Ugh!" She hadn't expected him to bite
her; the sudden pain made her wince, blood trickling from the tip of her tongue. His large hands cupped the back of her head, preventing her from
retreating, and he roughly bit her lips and tongue. The pain made her wince, but she refused to give in, stubbornly mimicking him,
biting his lips and tongue in return. She would share the pain; she wouldn't let him get away with it!

Both their lips and tongues were bitten by each other, the rough kiss carrying a numbing pain. In their intertwined lips and tongues, they tasted
the bitterness of blood and each other's scent.

"Mmm..." Mu Zhiqi involuntarily let out a soft moan, a low murmur tinged with desire, his scent filling her nostrils
, gradually bewitching her.

It's unclear who softened their advances first, but his tongue swept across her teeth and palate, licking every inch of her small mouth, gently sucking,
licking her pink tongue, then teasingly sucking and pulling back, no longer domineeringly entwining her. "Mmm..."
Unable to resist his gentle teasing, she impatiently wrapped her tongue around his, the tip of her tongue lightly curling and intertwining with his, sucking out
lewd sounds. Her snow-white undergarment had already been torn by the struggle, revealing her fragrant shoulder and half of her snow-white breast, enticing his
gaze.

His large hand reached inside her clothes, grasping a full, tender breast, kneading the soft flesh with his fingers, squeezing it wantonly,
then pinching the pink nipple between his fingers, moving his fingers with the kneading motion, letting the nipple rub back and forth between his fingers.

Before long, the rosy nipple gradually hardened under the caress of his fingers, protruding from between his fingers, blooming with an alluring rose-
red color.

Her full breasts were kneaded until they were a deep red, leaving behind wanton finger marks. Waves of tingling pleasure spread through
her body , causing her small mouth to involuntarily utter seductive moans.

Seeing her dazed expression, Nie Wuzong slightly curled his lips, his fingers pinching her nipples, his rough fingertips lightly rubbing against the sensitive
pink buds, gently squeezing them.

His warm, moist lips also lightly sucked on her fragrant shoulders, sucking away the slightly damp marks. Her snow-white undergarment had long been pulled down
to her waist, the coolness of her skin bringing Mu Zhiqi to her senses.

Looking down, she saw her snow-white breasts being wantonly kneaded by him, her nipples pinched between his fingers, and his
lips about to take another soft breast into his mouth.

"No..." she cried out in surprise, trying to pull back. But her body was already restrained by him. Ignoring her resistance,
he opened his lips and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with his tongue, while his other hand also played with the other soft breast.

"No! Mmm..." Biting her lip, she tried to resist the pleasure emanating from her breasts, unwilling to give in, yet her sensitive
body clearly felt waves of tingling, pleasurable sensations.

"Shh... Don't resist, this is what you want, isn't it?" Nie Wuzong lightly licked her nipple with his tongue,
his knee against the soft indentation, giving it a slight push.

"Ah!" With his gentle touch, a soft, tingling sensation spread through her flower-like opening, a
familiar yet frustrating wetness that Mu Zhiqi both knew and hated.

"Look, it's already wet..." Noticing the wetness, Nie Wuzong smiled wickedly, his knee
continuing to tease the indentation, causing the fabric to sink into the crevice, outlining even more moisture.

His tongue also pressed against the pink nipple, gently circling and rolling, coating the nipple with glistening saliva, then lightly flicking the firm
nipple, licking and teasing it repeatedly.

His tongue toyed with one breast, while his large hand didn't neglect the other, kneading and
twisting the nipple along with his lips and tongue, deepening its pink color into a captivating rosy red.

"Mmm...no..." Mu Zhiqi shook her head in unbearable pain, knowing she should resist, but lust gradually took control
of her.

The will to resist faded, and soft moans escaped her lips. Waves of tingling pleasure washed over her thighs,
the moisture seeping out soaking the fabric, her petals clinging tightly to her underpants, revealing a seductive hue.

His knees continued to rub and tease her sensitive private parts through her underpants, the seeping fluids soaking his fabric
.

Feeling the wetness on his knees, Nie Wuzong raised an eyebrow slightly, his licking lips and tongue slowly moving downwards, sucking on the snow-white
skin, gently licking her small navel, circling it gently.

"No...it itches..." Mu Zhiqi gasped softly, her legs damp with desire,
a burning heat rising from her lower abdomen.

"Itches?" Nie Wuzong continued licking her cute belly button, his large hand following to her vulva, gently scraping it through her panties
.

"Do you mean this? Or this?" he asked, his tongue licking the sensitive indentation, his fingers brushing
against the fabric.

"Ugh..." The two torments made her furrow her brows, unable to speak, the numb and itchy sensation making her
unbearable.

"No..." Mu Zhiqi twisted her body, fragrant sweat seeping from her skin, her watery eyes pleadingly looking at
him.

But he didn't let her go easily, his fingers pressing lightly against her vulva through the fabric, the soft, damp fabric
sinking into her vulva with each press.

"Tell me! Where does it itch?" His tongue continued licking downwards, his fingers sinking into the fabric, making her vulva cling tightly
.

"No..." A wave of discomfort washed over her as the fabric sank into her vulva, yet it also brought a thrill, causing her labia
to contract and grip the fabric and his fingers even tighter.

"Not going to say it? Hmm?" Beads of sweat glistened on Nie Wuzong's forehead. He suppressed the burning desire in his lower abdomen, determined to
tease her, to make her submit, to make her beg him.

His burning lips and tongue followed, licking the fabric, making her panties even wetter, even teasing the area
around .

His fingers pressed harder, feeling her labia tremble, his fingertips rotating, teasing the outer edge of her vulva
.

"Mmm..." The sticky, wet sensation spread from her thighs, accompanied by waves of tingling pleasure, making Mu Zhiqi
almost unable to bear it, almost begging him out loud.

But the words caught in her throat, and she stubbornly held back, refusing to give in easily. But her trembling body and
the fluid overflowing from her flower bud honestly revealed her throbbing, her snow-white skin flushed with a captivating blush.

Knowing she was nearing her limit, Nie Wuzong's lips curled slightly, "What? Still not going to talk? You're so wet, and you're still
so stubborn?"

It was this stubbornness that made him determined to conquer her!

His fingers, no longer just lightly probing the outside, plunged deeper into her flower bud, pressing against the fabric, probing deeply
into her flower bud.

"Ah—" The sudden entry made her groan, her flower walls contracting, gripping his fingers even
tighter .

Before she could even feel the painful yet numbing pleasure, his slender fingers quickly withdrew, replacing it with his tongue against her
flower bud, gently probing through the fabric.

His fingers also slipped into her panties, pinching the clitoris hidden in her flower bud, pinching and rubbing it with his fingertips.

"No..." The sensitive clitoris was touched, causing her to moan softly, her vulva contracting and
releasing more nectar.

The nimble tongue teased the outside of her vulva, lightly licking her clitoris through her panties, the sensation of being
teased through a barrier only intensifying her pain.

"No...please..." Mu Zhiqi could no longer bear it, her plea finally escaping her lips. Her waist also...
She began to writhe.

"What will you say?" he demanded, still unsatisfied, wanting her to utter the most lewd words.

"Mmm..." Biting her lip, she hesitated slightly, then her fingers, gripping her clitoris, rubbed it even harder against her sensitive spot
, her tongue following suit, probing deep into her vulva...

"Ugh..." she cried out, unable to bear it any longer, pleading with him. "Please... my pussy
is so itchy ... please..."

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