The Story of a Scheming Woman

A loud "smack" startled Xiang Xiaoyang awake, nearly causing her to fall from the tree.

What...what happened?

Still half-asleep, she couldn't quite process what was happening.

"Idiot! You can't even learn such a simple move! How can you be my son, Xiahou Yu's son? How can you inherit Lengtian Fortress? You'd better practice! You're not allowed to eat until you've mastered it!"

A middle-aged man roared at the boy before storming off. The boy, though slapped, remained expressionless. His handsome cheek was swollen, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't even flinch.
He wasn't in pain, but Xiang Xiaoyang, sitting in the tree, felt pain for him!

She recognized the uncle, and she recognized the boy. They were guests who had visited the Xiang family a few days ago. The dignified-looking uncle was her father's friend of decades; although they hadn't seen each other in a long time, they still kept in touch. Her father
had told her that when she and her sisters were still in their mother's womb, the two adults had joked that if a girl was born, they would become in-laws.

Who knew that not only were there girls, but four girls! This caused her father a great deal of distress; he didn't know what to do. He couldn't possibly have all four daughters marry the same husband, could he?

The Xiahou family father and son had come to visit to choose a wife from among the four sisters.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Xiahou, who was usually so kind to them, was so strict with his son, leaving Xiang Xiaoyang speechless.

Especially seeing Xiahou Yan being beaten without any expression, as if he was used to it, was truly pitiful.
Xiang Xiaoyang just watched quietly, without making a sound or daring to move.

Although she wasn't familiar with Xiahou Yan, she thought no boy would want to be seen in such a state. Although she was young, she could tell that Xiahou Yan had extremely high self-esteem, so she decided to play dead and not move.

Holding her breath, Xiang Xiaoyang carefully hid, afraid of being discovered.

But maintaining the same position for so long was very uncomfortable! She couldn't bear it any longer and moved her foot, but unexpectedly, her shoe suddenly loosened…

Ah! "No—" she whispered silently, trying to put her shoes on, but it was too late. With a thud, the shoes fell to the ground…

Staring at the fallen shoes, Xiang Xiaoyang paused, then resignedly looked up at the person in front of the shoes—and met his gaze directly into those cold, calm black eyes.

She gave a dry laugh, her black jade-like eyes flickering slightly. "Uh… I just 'blinded' myself for a moment, so I didn't see anything."

Xiahou Yan narrowed his eyes, his lips pressed tightly together, his gaze on her as if she had been violated.

Seeing this, Xiang Xiaoyang felt utterly innocent. She was the one who arrived first, but she had fallen asleep in the tree. If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to see anything either!

"Hey! Do you have to look at me like that?" Since she'd already been discovered, she didn't care anymore. She swung her legs, leisurely watching Xiahou Yan below.

"You saw everything." His voice was extremely faint, carrying an icy aura.

"Yes! I saw it." She tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then pointed to her cheek. "It's all swollen, doesn't it hurt?"

"None of your business!" Wiping the bloodstains from the corner of his lips, Xiahou Yan's expression was indifferent, as if he couldn't feel the pain in his cheek.

Having been given the cold shoulder, Xiang Xiaoyang didn't care, shrugging her shoulders. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about what happened just now."

Xiahou Yan didn't reply, only glancing at her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiang Xiaoyang thought he didn't believe her, so she simply jumped down from the tree, picked up her shoes from the ground, put them on, and stomped over to him, looking up at him.

"Do you want me to swear?" Although she didn't believe in such things, she could swear to him if he wanted.

Xiahou Yan smiled coldly, his deep expression not quite matching his age. "Whether you tell or not, it makes no difference to me. Tell me if you want!" After saying that, he ignored her and turned to leave.

"Hey! Wait!" Xiang Xiaoyang called out to Xiahou Yan, came to him, and took out a medicine bottle from her pocket. "Here! This medicine is for you to apply; it will reduce the swelling."

Looking at the medicine bottle in her hand, Xiahou Yan was stunned, as if he hadn't expected her to do this. Only then did he seriously look into the eyes of the girl in front of him.

She was very pretty, with a lively spirit between her brows, and her dark eyes were as deep as jade, with a faint glint of intelligence. At this moment, those beautiful eyes were staring at him without blinking—fearless, just staring straight at him.
Seeing that he didn't move, Xiang Xiaoyang curled her lips and simply grabbed his hand, shoving the medicine bottle into his hand. "This medicine was made by my third brother; it works very well."

Xiahou Yan looked down at the medicine in his hand; the warmth of the girl's touch still lingered on his hand, making him stunned. "What's your name?"

The four daughters of the Xiang family all looked exactly the same, making it impossible to tell them apart, and he had no interest in knowing, but now he seemed to be a little interested.

"Xiang Xiaoyang." Although she didn't understand why he asked, Xiang Xiaoyang obediently answered; after all, it was just a name!

"Is that so?" Xiahou Yan glanced at her indifferently, his dark eyes slightly deepening, but he didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Seeing him leave like that, Xiang Xiaoyang pouted. "Really, he can't even say thank you, so rude!"
She began to feel sorry for the girl who would marry him... Xiang Xiaoyang couldn't help but shake her head and sigh softly.

She never imagined that a few days later, the daughter-in-law chosen by the Xiahou family would be none other than her—Xiang Xiaoyang!

Chapter One:

Intersecting Fates

Tie Us Together, Leading Us

to a Life of Love and Desire Entangled...

Located in the north, Lengtian Fortress was known to everyone in the martial arts world; its power was so great that no one in the north dared to challenge it.

It was said that Lengtianbao had trained an excellent army, guarding the northern barrier and preventing foreign invasion. Even the current dynasty relied on its capabilities. Therefore, despite Lengtianbao's growing power, the current emperor was helpless and could only be thankful that Lengtianbao had no intention of rebelling.

After Xiahou Yan took over, Lengtianbao not only did not decline but, with its ruthless and bold methods, propelled it to its peak, greatly surprising everyone.

Originally, many thought a young man was insignificant, and some even waited to see him fail. However, Xiahou Yan quickly expanded the market, extending commerce beyond land transport to sea, drastically weeding out old talent and recruiting new servants.

In just a few years, under Xiahou Yan's leadership, Lengtianbao not only became the largest fortress in the martial arts world but also the commercial hegemon of the north.

No one dared to underestimate Xiahou Yan's abilities, and many were eager to offer their daughters, hoping to catch his eye and form a marriage alliance with Lengtianbao.

Unfortunately, they all returned empty-handed, but even so, no one was willing to give up. As long as Xiahou Yan hadn't married, they still had hope.

However, these wishful thinking plans were shattered when Xiahou Yan announced that he would be marrying his fiancée soon.

Fiancée?

When did Xiahou Yan get a fiancée? How come they'd never heard of her? And they'd heard she was the second young lady of the Zhentian Escort Agency!

Of course they'd heard of the Zhentian Escort Agency, and the four daughters of the famous Xiang family in Jingyang City. They'd also heard of the second young lady, especially her reputation in Jingyang City. She was known to everyone there, frequenting gambling dens every few days, winning huge sums of money and then disappearing. She was naturally lazy yet obsessed with money.

However, of course, no one dared to cause her trouble. Although she didn't often resort to violence, her martial arts skills were formidable.

This… was Xiahou Yan blind? With so many gentle and virtuous ladies to choose from, he refused them all, insisting on marrying such a strange fiancée. This…

While everyone was discussing it, this marriage became the hottest topic in the north, but Xiahou Yan remained calm.

Even though he was to travel to Jingyang City in three days to fetch his bride, he was still in his study, looking at the account books in his hands.

Lengtian Fort remained quiet. Even though the servants were preparing for the wedding, they were silent and dared not make a sound.

In fact, even the servants in the fort had doubts. They had been in the fort for so many years and had never heard of their lord having a fiancée. Her sudden appearance surprised them greatly.

But although surprised, they dared not discuss it privately. There were rules in the fort that forbade talking about their master in private, otherwise they would be expelled from the fort.

So no matter how curious they were, they could only follow the lord's instructions and prepare everything, waiting for the lord's wife to enter the house three days later.

The only one who knew about this marriage was the old steward of Lengtian Fort. He had served Xiahou Yan for decades and knew his master's affairs very well, including his marriage to the second young lady of the Xiang family.

However, he was very familiar with the rumors about the second young lady of the Xiang family, and couldn't help but hesitate. Did his master really want to marry that kind of girl?

"Lord, are you sure you want to marry Xiang Xiaoyang?"

Steward Chen looked at his master with some hesitation. Based on what he had heard these past few days, he really didn't think that kind of girl was worthy of his master.

"Is there a problem?"

Xiahou Yan shifted his gaze from the account book on the table and looked at Steward Chen. His usually cold features softened when he saw the steward who had watched him grow up.

His appearance wasn't conventionally handsome; his features were too sharp and cold, his face like it had been carved by a knife, resolute and aloof, his dark eyes too piercing to look at for long. His chilling aura was intimidating; even in his coldness, he possessed the ferocity of a tiger, inspiring fear.

Yet, he had no shortage of women; many were infatuated with him, and a host of noble ladies wanted to marry him.

Just imagine the sense of accomplishment in conquering such a man, especially with the allure of the title "Lady of the Cold Heaven Fortress."

Xiahou Yan understood these women's thoughts, but remained noncommittal. For him, women served only to satisfy his desires; they held little other purpose.

His desire to marry Xiang Xiaoyang stemmed from the fact that he had reached a certain age, and Cold Heaven Fortress needed a mistress. He also happened to have a fiancée—a marriage arranged by his father before his death, which he couldn't break off. Since it didn't really matter, he married her.

Of course, he'd heard enough of the sensational rumors about Xiang Xiaoyang these past few days, and he figured Steward Chen must have come to him about it.

"You've heard about Xiang Xiaoyang, Lord of the Fortress, haven't you?" A gambling addict, a money-grubber, and a lazybones—he didn't think these were the qualities a Lady of the Fortress should possess.

"I have." Xiahou Yan's expression remained unchanged, still calm.

"Then… Lord of the Fortress, you still want to marry her?" Steward Chen looked disapproving.

Xiahou Yan slightly raised the corners of his lips. "This is a marriage agreement made by my father before his death. I have no reason to cancel it, and besides, rumors aren't necessarily credible."

That was true! Steward Chen had thought the same thing, so he personally sent people to inquire, but the news they brought back was even more alarming, making him even more uneasy.

Seeing that his master was resolute and seemed unwilling to cancel the marriage, he could only shut his mouth and say nothing more.

"Understood, I'll take my leave now." Bowing respectfully, Steward Chen departed with a heavy heart. As
soon as Steward Chen left, Xiahou Yan's gaze returned to the account book on the table, but his thoughts drifted away from the numbers…

Although rumors shouldn't be taken at face value, he believed she was capable of those things.

He still remembered their first meeting—a strange little girl, unafraid of his coldness, even tossing him a medicine bottle.

Even after learning she was his fiancée, she shamelessly confronted him—"Hey! Why did you choose me as your fiancée!" Ten-year-old Xiang Xiaoyang glared at the boy before her, extremely displeased.
Her father had just announced in the hall that she had a fiancé, and her protests were ineffective, leaving her only able to glare helplessly, yet unable to contain her anger, she had no choice but to confront the culprit.

Xiahou Yan glanced at her indifferently and said only one sentence. "I only remember you." In other words, it was what happened that day that made him remember her.

"That's it?" Xiang Xiaoyang's eyes widened.

Xiahou Yan didn't say anything, but his expression said it all.

Xiang Xiaoyang was speechless on the spot. Please! She just happened to be taking a nap there, and then, of all times, she witnessed that scene. She didn't want to!

How could she have ended up becoming his fiancée because of it?

She didn't want to!

"I don't want to marry you!" she pouted, looking dissatisfied.

Seeing her dissatisfied expression, Xiahou Yan raised an eyebrow slightly. "Does it matter? Women still have to get married when they grow up. If you don't marry me, I will marry someone else."

And he didn't think marrying him would be a bad choice. The young mistress of Lengtian Fortress, that's what many girls want.

Xiang Xiaoyang put her hands on her hips, looked up at the tall man, her expression full of disdain. "You're six years older than me, too old. I'm not interested in old men, and..."

She paused, glancing at him up and down. "I don't want to marry an ice block." Too cold! She was afraid of freezing to death.
Hearing her words, Xiahou Yan found it amusing. He lifted her unruly little face with the hilt of his sword, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Unfortunately, the marriage is already arranged. You're destined to marry me. Who told you to make me remember you?"

"Get lost! I knew I shouldn't have given you the medicine bottle." Pushing away the sword hilt, Xiang Xiaoyang was filled with regret. Why had she been so kind and stupid back then? Why hadn't she given her own name instead of her own?

"Little brat, you just wait until I marry you!" He glanced at her, a hint of amusement flashing in his dark eyes at her unruliness. What a strange girl!

"Don't even think about it! I'm telling you, I'd rather die than marry you!" Xiang Xiaoyang stomped her foot and roared at his departing back.

After that, he returned to Lengtian Fort and never saw her again. But for some reason, he remembered that conversation very clearly.

Such a strange girl—he believed the rumors; she wasn't incapable of doing such things.

And he began to wonder how she would react when she heard the news that he was going to marry her.

A slight smile played on Xiahou Yan's lips; he was actually somewhat expectant.

What would Xiang Xiaoyang's reaction be?

Unexpectedly, she was very calm, so calm that it terrified Xiang Batian.

He had thought his second daughter would rebel fiercely or threaten him, her father, but she didn't. She simply said, "I understand," and left.

Too calm! So calm it was chilling.

Even if he couldn't fully understand his daughter's personality, he knew seven or eight parts of it. She seemed nonchalant on the surface, but she was full of schemes; one wrong move and she could easily outmaneuver him.

Only piles of silver could move her, make her eyes light up; everything else, she was lazy and indifferent, completely unconcerned.

Even so, he vividly remembered her reaction when he announced her as Xiahou Yan's fiancée when she was ten.

Ignoring her protests, he exercised his fatherly authority for the first time; opposition was futile, his words were law.

The result was a month of diarrhea, turning him from a robust man into a frail skeleton, his condition only improving when he was nearly dying.

He knew, of course, whose handiwork it was, but he was powerless to stop it.

For that month, Xiang Xiaoyang acted as if she didn't see him, as if he were dead, completely ignoring him. How could this father, who loved his daughter dearly, bear such treatment? He could only obediently endure his daughter's revenge.

Fortunately, his daughter still had a conscience; before he died, she finally let him go.

Therefore, this time, his daughter's calmness terrified him even more—too calm! So calm it was frightening. He was certain his daughter would never listen.

Fearing she would elope, he kept a close watch on her, afraid she would leave home. If the bride disappeared, how could the wedding proceed? This marriage could only succeed, not fail!

"Sigh! Thinking about it, being a father like him is truly miserable!" Xiang Batian couldn't help but feel resentful; however, Xiang Xiaoyang completely ignored her father's resentment.

Indeed, she appeared calm on the surface, but in her heart, she had already devised a whole host of plans.

Marry Xiahou Yan obediently? Not a chance!

She had a deep impression of that ice-cold boy.

After twelve years, she didn't think the ice would melt; instead, she felt the possibility of him becoming an iceberg was extremely high. And after a few days of inquiries, she guessed correctly! He was indeed a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg.

Sorry, she was afraid of the cold, so she had no interest in icebergs. Therefore, she decided to elope.

Of course, she also noticed her father's wariness, but remained calm. Anyway, she still had time; no rush!

At this moment, she was in her room calculating the accounts. From a young age, she had been very astute with money, with a keen eye for how to make a lot of money, so she managed the family's accounts and finances.

Occasionally, when bored, she would go to the gambling den for a couple of rounds. She loved gambling, but wasn't greedy. She enjoyed the feeling of gambling, but wasn't addicted. Once she felt she had won enough, she would leave without a second thought.

Of course! When she won too much, the gambling den couldn't stand it and tried to cause her trouble in private, but she always chased them away and retaliated even more. After a few times, no one dared to mess with her.

Go away! The second young lady of the Xiang family wasn't so easy to bully. So, Xiahou Yan could forget about marrying her in his next life!
Xiang Xiaoyang pursed her lips, her fingers moving rapidly across the abacus. The ticking of the beads was the only sound in the room.

Seeing the profits steadily increasing, her tightly pursed lips lifted, her eyes brightened, and her mood improved considerably.

Pure silver was her favorite thing, so while she might have many things, she had the most secret stash of money!

To elope, of course, money was needed. These past few days, she'd taken a considerable amount from the accounts, deciding to use it all as travel expenses.

What? Embezzlement?

What was that? She didn't understand! Anyway, the money she earned was hers; her daughter could spend it however she wanted.
"Second sister, your smile is so wicked." Xiang Xiaosi pushed open the door and immediately saw her second sister's wicked grin.

It was obvious she was plotting something!

Xiang Xiaoyang turned to look at her third sister. The same delicate face, but different clothes—hers in a green, fitted outfit, while Xiang Xiaosi wore flowing white. Their auras were completely different.

Her appearance was languid, a light smile always playing on her lips, her dark eyes occasionally flashing with a hint of wickedness, like a cunning fox, making one wary.

If she was a cunning fox, her third sister was no less so, except that she could deceive people with her innocent and pure demeanor, but in reality, she was just as cunning.

"What do you want?" Xiang Xiaoyang asked, resting her chin on her hand. She didn't think her third sister would come to her door for no reason.

Xiang Xiaosi walked up to Xiang Xiaoyang, sat down elegantly, and glanced at the account book on the table, her eyes flashing slightly.
"Are you really planning to marry Xiahou Yan?" she asked, her eyes never leaving the account book. The numbers on it were too perfect, so perfect that they seemed a little suspicious.

Xiang Xiaoyang closed the account book, preventing her third sister from peeking any further, and gave her a light, wicked look. "Xiaosi, some things you have to pretend you didn't see, understand?"

Xiang Xiaosi blinked and smiled sweetly. "Of course Xiaosi understands. When are you going to make your move?" She knew her older sister quite well.

"Tomorrow night." Understanding Xiang Xiaosi's meaning, Xiang Xiaoyang didn't hide anything.

"Father has sent people to guard her very closely." Especially these past few days, the guards have been even tighter, which shows that her father knows his daughter well.

"Xiaosi, this is your chance to contribute." With a smile, Xiang Xiaoyang reached out her hand to Xiaosi without any hesitation.

Her third sister had a lot of strange medicines on her, and any one of them could come in handy.

Xiang Xiaosi glanced at Xiang Xiaoyang's hand. "Why should I help you?" If her father knew that she helped her second sister escape her arranged marriage, he would definitely make trouble for her, and she didn't want that!

Xiang Xiaoyang smiled wickedly, "Xiaosi, I know your secret perfectly well! Do you want me to tell anyone?"

Hehe! She knew that her younger sister had been in love with someone since she was a child, but she just couldn't say it out loud, and she hid it very well on the surface. No one knew, and if it weren't for her sharp eyes, she wouldn't have been able to tell.

Xiang Xiaosi's expression changed. "You..."

She bit her lip and glared at her older sister. She thought she had hidden it well, but this fox had discovered her.

"How about it? Want it or not?" Xiang Xiaoyang waited, gesturing with her fingers.

Xiang Xiaosi narrowed her eyes and smiled sinisterly. "Second sister, don't fall into my hands!" A villain's revenge is always on the horizon!

"Don't worry, that day will never come." Xiang Xiaoyang smiled too, a confident and smug smile.
"Hmph!" With a light snort, Xiang Xiaosi took out a green bottle from her bosom. "A mind-controlling powder, colorless and odorless, no need to inhale, it works through the skin."

"Thanks!" Taking the bottle, her wickedness intensified. Everything was ready; she was just waiting to make her move!
Hmph! Xiahou Yan, you'll be embarrassed if you don't get a bride!

On a dark and windy night, perfect for escaping an arranged marriage, Xiang Xiaoyang, carrying her bundle, swiftly leaped onto the roof, took out the green medicine bottle given to her by her third sister, adjusted the wind direction, and then opened the cap.

After about a quarter of an hour, feeling it was enough, she closed the cap, waited quietly for a while, and only after confirming that the surrounding surveillance had completely disappeared did a satisfied smile appear on her face. "

Father, no matter how tight your defenses are, you still can't keep me locked up!"

With a few chuckles, still dressed in a vibrant green outfit, Xiang Xiaoyang slung her bundle over her shoulder, lightly touched her toes, and easily landed on the wall in front of her.

She glanced back at her peaceful home, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Hmph! Once the engagement with the Xiahou family is canceled, I'll return. As for these days..." She glanced at the bundle behind her, filled with silver notes, enough for her to squander for most of her life.

If her father insisted on not canceling the engagement, and this displeased her, she would never set foot in the house again!

With this idea in mind, Lingzui raised her lips again, and just as she was about to leave, she keenly sensed a sword aura coming from behind.

She twisted the tip of her shield slightly and quickly dodged, but she was a step too slow.

A hole was slashed in the bundle on her back, and silver notes immediately floated out.

"Ah! My money!" she cried out, quickly using her light-footed skill to pick up the notes before they hit the ground.

After collecting the money, she breathed a sigh of relief and glared angrily at the source of the sword energy.

"Who?"

Daring to steal her money, courting death!

A dark figure slowly emerged from the darkness, and the moon peeked out from behind the dark clouds, illuminating the spot where the two stood.

A cold, handsome face came into view, his features sharp and hard, his arrogant and indifferent aura impossible to ignore.

At this moment, those extremely dark eyes were fixed on her, like a fierce tiger.

And she was his prey!

Chapter Two

"You are…"

Xiang Xiaoyang looked at the somewhat familiar face and suddenly felt breathless, especially those dark eyes, which seemed to suck her in, making her heart beat faster involuntarily.

This feeling was terrifying, so unfamiliar to her, yet she couldn't escape his gaze, as if she wanted to be forever lost in his eyes.

Good heavens! What was this feeling?

"Are you going to elope?" Xiahou Yan raised an eyebrow slightly. He had long guessed she wouldn't obediently step into the bridal sedan chair. If it weren't for his sudden urge tonight to see how she would behave, he probably wouldn't have a bride to marry tomorrow!

Xiang Xiaoyang forced herself to calm down, trying to stop her heart from beating so fast, but it seemed useless. His voice only made her heart race faster.

The man's voice was somewhat cold and hard, not gentle, and sounded slightly deep in the night, but when it reached her ears, it was like fermented wine, with a slightly intoxicating taste, making her mouth dry.

The man's face wasn't handsome either; it was too hard, his expression too cold, his gaze too sharp, like an iceberg—clearly not someone to be trifled with.

She had only ever seen one man like this in her life—the aloof boy she met when she was ten. As she expected, the ice would only become an iceberg, not melt.

She was afraid of the cold, so she didn't want to marry him.

Logically, that should be the case, but why did she suddenly feel hot instead of cold? Her heart was burning, her face was hot, and she wanted to pounce on him and devour him!

What was going on? Wasn't the only one in her family who was infatuated with him? How could she have been infected by him?
This feeling… was bad!

"Why aren't you saying anything? Did a cat bite your tongue off?" Seeing her staring blankly at him, Xiahou Yan raised an eyebrow. "I remember you used to be quite talkative, why are you so quiet now?"

Because… she was frightened! Frightened… she didn't know what to say, let alone how to react. How could her feelings have changed so much in just twelve years? Before, she would rather die than marry him, but now… she seemed less averse to it.

How could this be? She had actually succumbed to a man's charm, and a cold, aloof one at that. Looking at his icy demeanor, melting him would be difficult, it would take a lot of effort. Was this a bad

idea? Should she not? She was too lazy, she didn't want to!

But… looking at him, her heart fluttered deeper and deeper, so deep that she couldn't resist. For the first time, she realized that someone was more alluring and captivating than piles of silver.

"Oh no, I must be bewitched…" Xiang Xiaoyang muttered, clutching her forehead, convinced that something was wrong with her.

"What?" He vaguely heard her murmur, but couldn't make it out. He only felt that she seemed even stranger than the strange girl he remembered.

However, her appearance hadn't changed much. She still had the same delicate and pretty face, and her eyes, like black jade, were still bright, like stardust, sparkling with beautiful starlight.

He recognized her at a glance.

"What are you doing at my house?" Xiang Xiaoyang looked up at Xiahou Yan with some reluctance, and her heart raced even faster at the sight of him.

Oh… she was really doomed.

"Looking at you." He replied simply, his dark eyes fixed on her, but he noticed that her face seemed to have turned red, adding a touch of coquettishness.

"It's amazing! I haven't seen you in twelve years, why did you suddenly think of coming to see me now?" Deep breath, deep breath! Xiang Xiaoyang tried to calm herself as she spoke, trying to dissipate the heat from her face.

"You recognized me." Her familiar tone made him smile; this was the Xiang Xiaoyang he remembered.

Sensing his pleasure, Xiang Xiaoyang raised an eyebrow. Seeing the slight smile on his lips, her heart skipped a beat. "You like me recognizing you?" She smiled back.

Okay! It's come to this, she accepts!

That intense feeling made her decide: she would break through his icy exterior, make him fall for her, and make him hers!

With her mind made up, her heart calmed down. She glanced at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, then used her lightness skill to float gracefully to his side.

Unexpectedly, she approached him, startled. Before he could even take a step back, she was already close to him, her petite body pressed against his, a faint fragrance wafting to his nose.

It was a scent he couldn't resist. His usual aloofness didn't bother him for the first time, and he stopped in his tracks.

"So, do you like me now that I'm grown up?" She looked up at him, her eyes clear, a hint of teasing on her lips.

"You…" Was she teasing him?

"Hmm? Did a cat bite your tongue off?" She returned his words, her fingers tracing his chest, her small pink tongue lightly licking her lips.

Leaning against him, inhaling his scent, her heart fluttered. She really wanted to… devour him whole!
Xiahou Yan grasped her hand, his brow furrowing unconsciously. "Are you teasing me?" Her attitude surprised him.

Xiang Xiaoyang winked, smiling sweetly. "Teasing my fiancé shouldn't be illegal, right?" If she could, she'd pounce on him right then and there.

But no, she was afraid of scaring him. She had to take it slow, devouring him bite by bite, that would make him even more delicious.

"Weren't you planning to elope?" He glanced at the bundle on her back.

"Did I?" She tilted her head, looking completely innocent.

Even if she did, she couldn't admit it, especially since she had no intention of eloping and only wanted to marry him.

Seeing her feign innocence, Xiahou Yan couldn't help but find it amusing. "Otherwise, in the middle of the night, you've drugged all the guards and are carrying a bundle, where are you planning to go?"

Her beautiful eyes flickered, a sweet smile blooming on her lips. She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered, "I'm planning to go into your heart!" With that, she lightly licked his lips with her pink tongue, savoring his taste.

"You!" Her boldness astonished him, his dark eyes glaring at her.

"Hmm...you taste good, I like it." Licking her lips, she nodded in satisfaction. At least his icy lips were warm and soft; she liked them.

Xiahou Yan stared at Xiang Xiaoyang, feeling a mixture of amusement and exasperation for the first time.

The woman before him seemed like a lecherous rogue, while he felt like a girl being taken advantage of. This feeling left him both laughing and crying.
She was still as strange as ever, just like when she was a child, completely unafraid of his indifference. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he remembered her so vividly.

"Xiang Xiaoyang, I'm starting to look forward to the day you become my wife." He thought, marrying her would surely make life very interesting.

"I'm looking forward to it too." Heh! Tomorrow she could openly devour him.

"So..." He raised his pink chin, then lowered his head, "I can get a bride tomorrow?"

"Of course, I'll wait for you." His alluring thin lips were close to hers, tempting her gaze. Before he could react, she forcefully blocked his path. She

was going to take liberties with him again!

At dawn, a roar ripped through the sky, echoing through the Zhentian Escort Agency.

"Xiang Xiaoyang—"

Xiang Batian rushed towards his second daughter's courtyard, his bearded face flushed with anger and tension.

He had woken up to find all the guards unconscious on the ground, and his heart sank.

He knew who would do such a thing!

It was over! Today was the day they were coming to get married, and if there was no bride...

Xiang Batian dared not think any further. He kicked open his daughter's door, "Xiang..." The words caught in his throat.

He thought his daughter, who had run away from her wedding, was now sitting quietly in front of the bronze mirror, combing her long hair. Her wedding dress lay out on the bed, and her pearl-encrusted phoenix crown sat securely on the table.

"Is something wrong, Father?" Xiang Xiaoyang slowly turned her head, raising an eyebrow at her father.

"Uh…you…" Unexpectedly, his daughter was in the room, and Xiang Batian was speechless, frozen in place. "I thought…"

"Thought I ran away from my wedding?" Xiang Xiaoyang smiled, knowing exactly what her father was thinking.

"Hehe…" Xiang Batian scratched his head and chuckled dryly, "Who told the guards outside to all faint? That's why Father thought…" But

that didn't make sense! If his daughter hadn't run away, why would the guards have fainted?

Although Xiang Lutian found it strange, he was just glad his daughter hadn't run away. "It's nothing, it's nothing. Get ready, they'll be here to fetch you in two hours."

With a chuckle, Xiang Batian left happily.

Finally, her third daughter was married off too! So touching!

Seeing her father leave happily, Xiang Xiaoyang curled her lip, too lazy to pay him any attention. Turning back to look at herself in the mirror, her fingers unconsciously traced her lips.

It was as if his warmth still lingered there.

Last night, she had taken liberties with him again, thinking he would obediently let her. But instead, he took the initiative. As she sealed his lips with hers, savoring his taste, he extended his tongue, deftly invading hers. His
burning lips and tongue swirled within her senses, demanding the sweet saliva from her mouth, causing her to involuntarily collapse into his arms, letting out a shy moan.

Only when she was breathless did he release her lips, his breath no longer calm. She nestled against him, feeling his frantic heartbeat, and smiled unconsciously.

Knowing that his breath was also disordered because of her brought her pleasure.

His kiss was intoxicatingly hot. It turned out that this icy man could be so passionate when he kissed, like a flame trying to ignite her, making her heart pound.

"What...what are you planning?" His breath slightly ragged, he stared at her, who was smiling like a cat that had stolen cream, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He

felt like he was the prey in her eyes, and she was waiting for her chance to hunt him down.

"I..." she licked her slightly swollen lips, her pink tongue subtly tempting him. Her beautiful eyes, gleaming with a mischievous light, flickered, and she slowly moved her lips to his ear, whispering in a sweet breath, "I want to melt this iceberg of yours for me, to make you fall in love with me, to make your heart flutter for me."

Before he could react, she deftly pushed him away, spun, and leaped onto the wall.

"My dearest husband, I'm waiting for you to come and marry me." She chuckled, blew him a kiss, and quickly left, but she saw his stunned expression clearly.

Could this be the first time someone had confessed their love to him? Impossible!

The dignified Lord of Lengtian Fortress, how many young ladies longed to marry him! Unfortunately, all those women were out of luck, because he belonged to Xiang Xiaoyang!

"Who told you to make me fall in love with you at first sight..." she smirked, her smile wicked.

"Second sister, your smile is terrifying." Xiang Xiaosi saw Xiang Xiaoyang smiling like a cunning fox at the door, as if plotting something.

"Mind your own business!" Xiang Xiaoyang glanced at her indifferently upon seeing her third sister.

Xiang Xiaosi entered the room, looking at her strangely. "Didn't you want to elope yesterday?" Why is she still here, even getting ready?

"I'm not eloping!" After finishing her hair, Xiang Xiaoyang picked up the rouge on the table.

"Why?" How could she change her mind in just one night?

A smile played on her lips as Xiang Xiaoyang met her third sister's eyes in the bronze mirror. "Last night, I saw Xiahou Yan."
"And then?" Xiang Xiaosi raised an eyebrow.

"I want him!" Xiang Xiaoyang smiled sweetly, a smile of unwavering certainty.

"Second Sister, you haven't fallen for him, have you?" Xiang Xiao Si asked, slightly surprised.

"Yes! I've fallen for him." Xiang Xiao Yang didn't deny it.

"Don't you hate icebergs?" Xiang Xiao Si was puzzled. He'd managed to make his second sister fall for him in just one night? Should she pity Xiahou Yan or congratulate him?

"But I like the flame beneath the iceberg!" Xiang Xiao Yang licked her lips, thinking of Xiahou Yan's kisses—hot and lingering, as if trying to suck her soul in.

"Icebergs aren't easy to break." Xiang Xiao Si had seen Xiahou Yan; a man like that wasn't easy to conquer.
"I know." Xiang Xiao Yang smiled softly.

So she would take it slow, slowly conquer him, devour his heart bit by bit, and capture him easily!
I will melt your iceberg for me, make you fall in love with me, make your heart flutter for me…

The confident declaration still echoed in his ears, unforgettable for Xiahou Yan.

This was the first time someone had so openly expressed their love for him, leaving him speechless. After all, even if a girl was interested in him, she was shy and hesitant; even fewer dared to approach the aloof Xiahou Yan.

But she was different! Bold and confident, she always stared directly at him, unwavering and unyielding. Her sweetness lingered in his memory, and the softness of her lips stirred a subtle flutter in his heart. This

strange girl had piqued his interest, just like he had as a child. She intrigued him, which was why he chose her as his fiancée. Tonight was their wedding night.

The night was deep, and he deliberately lingered as he entered his courtyard. Through the window, he looked at the dimly lit room, his brows furrowing slightly.

For some reason, he felt a little afraid to see her.

Those overly clear eyes seemed to draw him in, making his heart clench slightly. Her declaration stunned him even more.

She wanted him to fall in love with her? But what was love?

He didn't understand. His father had raised him strictly from a young age; good behavior was expected, and bad behavior meant punishment, which had fostered his cold nature.

He was used to being cold; he didn't understand love, nor had he ever experienced it. Therefore, her declaration only left him stunned and bewildered.

But those eyes, so full of unwavering determination, shone so brightly he couldn't ignore them. It felt as if he might be devoured if he wasn't careful—a strange feeling.

This made him hesitate, and he was somewhat afraid to face her.

Yet, he also felt a little ridiculous. She was just a woman; what was there to fear? He didn't think he would be afraid of her. So, he came anyway.

Unconsciously, he pursed his lips, and just as he was about to step into the room, a soft, delicate voice came from the roof.

"Aren't you too slow?"

He was startled, looked up, and saw his bride, who should have been in the room, sitting on the roof. She was still wearing her bright red wedding dress, her silky black hair flowing down her back, a small wine jug in her hand.

She must have drunk quite a bit; her eyes were bright as stars, her face flushed, and her lips were red, making her look as sweet as a fairy in her wedding attire, striking his heart deeply.

"Hehe! I've almost finished our nuptial wine." Xiang Xiaoyang giggled, her light laughter like the tinkling of bells in the moonlight.

"You…" He stared at her, the soft moonlight bathing her, making her face appear as white and smooth as jade, yet tinged with a blush from the intoxication, making her look delicate and charming.

Pouting, Xiang Xiaoyang said coquettishly, "You're so slow! I didn't want to wait for you in the room, so I came up to the roof. I saw you from afar!" Then she laughed again.

He noticed she loved to laugh.

Every time they met, she was always smiling, and he found he loved her smile.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Seeing him staring at her without speaking, Xiao Yang tilted her head slightly, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"You're drunk." Looking at her slightly hazy, watery eyes, and the several jugs of wine beside her, it seemed she was intoxicated.

"No! I'm perfectly sober." She shook her head, waving the wine jug in her hand. "I'll leave you a sip!"

With that, she tilted her head back and drank the last sip of wine from the jug, then jumped up towards him.

Unexpectedly, she jumped down suddenly, and Xiahou Yan was startled, but instinctively reached out to catch her, letting her arms encircle his neck.

Forgetting she knew martial arts, he instinctively scolded her. "That's dangerous, you shouldn't..." Before he could finish speaking, she covered his mouth with hers, slowly feeding him the wine from her mouth.

He tasted the aroma of the wine, and the sweetness in her small mouth.

Leaving his lips, she licked her tongue. "Hehe! Is it good?" Her words carried the strong aroma of alcohol. Her
sweet smile was so close to him, and the fragrance emanating from her, the soft, sweet scent in his arms, constantly tempted him, making his gaze deepen and darken.

"You're drunk." He reached out and touched her slightly flushed cheeks.

She blinked, then smiled again. "I'm not..."

Before she could finish speaking, he forcefully captured her lips, picked her up, and carried her into the house.

Tonight was their wedding night, and her sweetness had made him lose his mind, long forgetting his initial hesitation, wanting only to savor her sweetness.

Xiang Xiaoyang lightly covered her beautiful eyes, hiding the cunning in them, and passionately responded to Xiahou Yan's kiss.

She wouldn't let him hesitate, she wouldn't let him escape, and tonight was the beginning of her hunt.

Chapter Three

"Mmm..."

Under Xiahou Yan's teasing lips and tongue, Xiang Xiaoyang's breathing began to become erratic, her small tongue responding passionately to his intertwined kiss.

His kiss, unlike his cold exterior, was fiery and scorching, as if trying to steal her breath, leaving no room for anything else.

Xiahou Yan placed Xiang Xiaoyang on the table, making her sit facing him. His warm, wet tongue continued to lick her delicate lips, tasting the faint scent of wine in her mouth, a fragrance that intoxicated him.

"No..." Breathless from his kiss, Xiang Xiaoyang couldn't help but push him away, a thin, ambiguous strand of saliva connecting their lips.

Extending her pink tongue, she subconsciously licked away the strand of saliva, then slowly licked her lips, still retaining his scent. This action tempted him, making his already deep black eyes appear even darker.

"Your breath smells of wine." Her small hands softly encircled his neck, her face close to his, her misty eyes shimmering with innocence. "I like it..."

she murmured, extending her tongue to gently trace his lips, leaving them glistening with her own.

Seeing her scent linger on his sensual lips, she smiled contentedly. Just as she was about to leave, he seized her pink tongue, sucking on it wildly, their tongues intertwining in a wanton display.

"You shouldn't have tempted me..." Xiahou Yan's voice was hoarse as he held her full lower lip, desire burning within him. From the moment he saw her on the rooftop, that flame had never died down, only growing fiercer.

He wanted her! This thought drove him, making his kiss fervent, churning the fragrant saliva in her mouth, sucking on her alluring pink tongue, not missing a single sweetness.

His hands, through her clothes, kneaded her full breasts, teasing them with rhythmic contractions, occasionally rubbing the tips with his thumb and forefinger, eliciting soft gasps from her.

Under his caresses, her cunning melted away, she could no longer think, only able to dance with him.
Her soft, delicate body involuntarily pressed against him, her breasts swelling and heaving from his caresses, sending waves of tingling sensations through her. Her nipples involuntarily hardened, revealing obvious marks through her clothes.

"I feel so strange..." Xiang Xiaoyang gasped softly, the intense kiss causing glistening tears to escape from the corner of her mouth, her pink lips glistening with moisture under his sucking.

"Don't you like it?" Xiahou Yan licked away the tears from her lips, his dark eyes admiring her allure, loving the blush on her face and the desire that had risen in her eyes because of him.

"No..." Xiang Xiaoyang shook her head, biting her lower lip involuntarily. "I don't dislike it, it's just..."

She was just not used to such hot touches, which made her feel weak all over, and she just felt so hot.

"Just what?" His large hands lovingly kneaded her firm, soft breasts, gently pinching the erect nipples with two fingers through her clothes.

"Ah!" The moment her sensitive nipples were touched, a shiver ran through her entire body like an electric shock. Her small hands instinctively grabbed his, looking at him helplessly.

"Don't be afraid, sweetheart." Her innocent reaction made his thin lips curl into a smile. He lowered his head and kissed her, gently enticing her with kisses, slowly relaxing her.

His rough hands were no longer at ease, tearing off her wedding dress, revealing her peach-colored undergarment. Her snow-white skin appeared even whiter under the red bodice, as alluring as polished jade.

Her full, snowy breasts were visible beneath the peach-colored undergarment, the pink nipples protruding firmly through the thin bodice, tempting his gaze. His

warm, moist lips reluctantly left her rosy lips, gently sucking on her slightly pointed chin, his tongue slowly licking down, tasting the smoothness beneath her snow-white skin.

"Mmm..." Her small hands pressed against the edge of the table, and with the warm, moist licking, she couldn't help but lift her chin, arching her body, offering herself to his lips and tongue, craving his caresses.

His burning lips moved to her snow-white neck, lightly licking the hollow between her collarbones. A gentle press of his tongue elicited a soft moan from her.

"Ah..." A shameful groan escaped involuntarily, a slight, unbearable itch tickling her skin with his teasing.

So hot and so uncomfortable, she unconsciously craved more and more...

"Flame..." She looked at him helplessly and pleadingly, her watery eyes brimming with intense desire, silently begging him to give it to her.

"Don't rush, I'll give it to you." Her passion made him smile slightly, his cold expression vanishing, replaced by a string of burning desire.

His large hand, through her blouse, grasped one full breast, kneading the smooth flesh forcefully, his fingers lightly tugging at her undergarment, letting the fabric rub against her nipple.

His lips slid over her delicate collarbone, leaving trails of warm, sensual kisses that stained her snow-white alabaster with his own color. Then, his thin lips moved to her chest, which was covered in a peach-colored fabric, and gently kissed it, bit by bit.

"Ah!" Even though there was a layer of clothing between them, she felt as if the heat of his lips was transmitted directly to her skin through her blouse, making her tremble slightly.

Through her undergarments, he took one full nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on its firm bud. His large hand didn't spare the other, pushing and kneading it forcefully, teasing the pink bud at its tip.

"Mmm..." she gasped, tilting her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Under his sucking and playing, her breasts felt heavier, a slight ache spreading through them, while a warm current surged from her lower abdomen, a wetness flowing from within.

Having just tasted desire, she didn't know what it was, yet felt incredibly ashamed.

"Flame!" she murmured his name, involuntarily closing her legs, trying to stop the shameful, warm flow.
Her movements caught his attention, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Wet already?" His tone was wicked, unlike the coldness she remembered him for. Even his eyes were different; the indifference was gone, replaced by a fiery passion.

This version of him made her heart beat faster, pounding wildly, this fluttering feeling only for him.

"Flame..." she uttered his name, her small lips seeming to well up with even more moisture under his gaze.
Her soft voice melted him; he found himself loving to hear her call him that, loving the way she looked at him, so focused, so tender, as if he were her only one.

"I'm here," he replied, pulling the thin rope behind her neck, revealing her full, white breasts, now completely exposed.

"Ah!" she gasped softly, instinctively reaching to cover herself, but he stopped her.

"Don't cover..." he said, his deep, fiery black eyes fixed on her two alluring, full breasts.
The white flesh was already flushed a rosy hue from his earlier caresses, the nipples like ripe fruit, mature and delicate, swaying gently with her trembling, creating an enticing curve.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He lowered his head, no longer hindered by clothing, and opened his mouth to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue licked and sucked, gently circling the tip, making the pink nipple glisten.

The pink nipple, glistening with moisture, gave a satisfied smile. He licked it lightly before taking it in fully.

His lips and tongue sucked hard on the alluring nipple, occasionally releasing it to take in the smooth flesh of the other breast, licking each snow-white breast and making smacking sounds.

He didn't neglect the other full breast either, treating it in the same way, sucking the snow-white flesh until it was flushed. His large hands also joined his lips and tongue in fondling the smooth flesh, grasping one full breast in each hand and kneading the snow-white tender flesh, letting out soft moans.

"Mmm... Flame..." Xiang Xiaoyang gripped the tablecloth tightly, the silk already crumpled from her grip, but she was oblivious, arching her chest even more, letting him play with it more vigorously.

Her wantonness seduced him, her wet, hot lips began to move downwards, licking her flat stomach, teasing her small, cute navel...

Finally, he pushed her legs apart, his handsome face coming to her snow-white underpants.

"No!" she whispered, instinctively trying to close her legs.

But he wouldn't allow it, instead pushing her legs even wider, his fiery eyes fixed on that sweet spot.
The fabric at the entrance was already slightly damp, outlining a bewitching and alluring curve, and vaguely, one could see black hair clinging to the snow-white fabric.

"Don't look..." His gaze made her feel so ashamed. He seemed so cold on the outside, how could he act so passionately?

But what was shameful was that this made him even more attractive to her. It was because she saw the flame beneath the coldness that she was moved by him.

"I don't just want to look, I want to taste it too..." Her shyness aroused his wickedness. He brought his nose close to the slightly damp fabric, smelling the faint fragrance that tempted him. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue to taste the sweetness...

"Ah!"

Xiang Xiaoyang didn't expect Xiahou Yan to do such a shameful thing and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Don't do this... It's so embarrassing..." She reached out to push him away, her face flushed red, and even her eyes were too shy to look at him.

But he ignored her protests and stuck out his tongue to lightly lick the slightly damp fabric. The warm, wet tip of his tongue touched her sensitive flower, and even through the fabric, it made her tremble slightly.

That strange feeling made her feel weak, and her hands that were trying to push him away became powerless.

But his tongue didn't let her go, gently licking and sucking, making the fabric outside her opening even wetter, filling the air with fragrance, and causing more of her flower fluid to leak out.

"So sweet!" he exclaimed, his lips pursed in admiration. The fabric was already completely soaked, the pink vulva clearly pressed against it, a breathtakingly alluring sight.

He couldn't resist reaching out his fingers, rubbing the pink slit through the wet fabric.

"Ah...no..." His touch sent waves of tickling sensations through Xiang Xiaoyang, who trembled slightly, her pink petals contracting and relaxing, releasing even more fluid.

The fragrant fluid made her panties even wetter, clinging tightly to the pink vulva beneath her thighs, a captivating sight that made his mouth dry.

His fingers rubbed faster, playing with the delicate slit, then pressed lightly through the panties, his fingers sinking into the vulva along with the fabric.

"Ah!" She tensed, her delicate vulva unable to withstand his pressure, a slight pain shooting through her. "No..."

Her soft moans were like sobs, stirring his heartstrings and fueling his desire. He roughly ripped off her snow-white panties, revealing her alluring vulva.

He watched as the fine black hair clung to her snow-white, pink vulva, a thin layer of glistening moisture shimmering among the hairs, making the pink labia appear even more delicate.

He couldn't resist reaching out, gently brushing aside the soft hairs, his fingertips touching a drop of moisture. With a slight flick of his fingers, strands of silky fluid appeared.

"So beautiful..." The silky threads exuded a faint fragrance. He couldn't resist parting the hairs, teasing the pink labia with his fingers.

"Ugh...no..." Such a private place, even she herself had never been touched so intimately, yet his hand was touching her like this, making her feel so ashamed.

The feeling of embarrassment made her want to resist, but at that moment he gently tugged at her labia, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Ah..."

With his teasing, a shy, tingling sensation spread through the petals, stimulating the moisture within and causing more nectar to flow.

"Don't resist, just feel it." He coaxed, his fingers gently parting the outer petals, kneading them with his fingertips, making the petals even more rosy and swollen.

More nectar overflowed with his teasing, wetting his fingers and making the pink instep a muddy mess.

The glistening traces covered the pink flesh, outlining a layer of moisture, allowing his fingers to probe more delicately.

But after only one knuckle, the tight, tender flesh walls gripped him tightly.

"Ah!" The passage, being entered for the first time, instinctively pushed against his fingers, a slight pain making her frown.

"Relax." He coaxed, his slightly hoarse voice carrying a hint of unconscious tenderness, his other hand moving down, grasping a full one, kneading it soothingly.

"Mmm..." Under his gentle coaxing, she slowly relaxed her body, while his fingers lightly rubbed against the walls of her vagina.

The light scratching made her moan, the teasing, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sending waves of unbearable pleasure through her, causing her to involuntarily let out a protesting moan.

"Flame..." she pleaded, her legs involuntarily spreading wide, her small hands reaching up to grasp his, kneading her fullness along with his.

More fluid flowed out, and with the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, his slender fingers slowly entered the alluring forbidden zone.

"Ah!" A sharp pain shot through her as he entered, stimulating her. Her vaginal walls contracted involuntarily, gripping his fingers tightly.

"Ugh!" The tightness of her vaginal walls intensified the burning sensation in his lower abdomen, making him yearn to bury himself inside her and revel in the pleasure of penetration.

But he couldn't; her inexperience wasn't enough to accommodate him. He could only endure, first arousing her desire with his fingers.
He moved slowly, his fingertips finding her clitoris, gently teasing it, before beginning to slowly thrust back and forth.

"Ah..." His thrusts were extremely slow, almost torturing, but the itching only intensified, making her feel even more unbearably thirsty.

"Flame...it hurts so much..." she sobbed softly, pleading, twisting her body, wanting him to speed things up. Her burning desire didn't want him to be slow; she only wanted him to treat her roughly.

"Passionate little girl..." He couldn't help but laugh, his thrusting fingers increasing in speed, and he added another finger, roughly spreading open her tight labia.

"Ah!" A sharp pain shot through her, but with his thrusting, the pain was masked, replaced by even greater pleasure.
Two fingers penetrated deeper, pinching and teasing her sensitive clitoris, squeezing out more fluid and creating a soft, wet sound.

But it wasn't enough. He thrust even deeper, until his fingers met a thin membrane, then withdrew, before entering again with greater force.

Each thrust deliberately pressed against that membrane, causing her a slight pain, and a few drops of blood slowly trickled out with his fingers.

"Ah! Flame..." The inexperienced girl couldn't withstand his frenzy. A flush gradually spread across her body, and with his unrestrained thrusting, her vaginal walls began to tighten, churning out wanton fluid.

Knowing she was close to her first orgasm, he gritted his teeth, thrusting his fingers even faster, his hand squeezing her breasts harder, grasping her hands and playing with her rounded flesh.

"Mmm..." She tilted her head back, seductive moans escaping her alluring lips. Spasms rippled through her tight passage, and she could no longer bear it, letting out a sharp cry.

Waves of vaginal fluid gushed from her body, filling her entire vulva with each deep thrust, then flowing freely from her opening as his fingers withdrew, wetting the tablecloth beneath her.

She weakly rested her head on his shoulder, her body still trembling slightly from the stimulation, her face flushed, her rapid breathing causing her breasts to heave beautifully.

More erotic scents filled the room with the flowing fluids...

Chapter Four:

A Tightly Closed Heart

Locks Away Emotions,

Daring Not Let You See Even a Glimpse...

Xiang Xiaoyang thought it was over. She breathed heavily, her flushed body still trembling from the passion.
Experiencing this sensation for the first time felt unfamiliar, yet she didn't find it repulsive; she even enjoyed his touch.

"It's not over yet!" As if understanding her thoughts, Xiahou Yan raised an eyebrow, opened his arms, and swept her up, carrying her into the inner room.

"Ah!" Xiang Xiaoyang naturally reached out and wrapped her arms around Xiahou Yan's neck. Unlike herself, who was completely naked, he was still fully clothed, a discovery that made her face flush even more.

"What do you want to do?" Biting her lower lip, she looked at him shyly, her watery eyes gazing at him with love.
Shedding his cold exterior, he was like a blazing flame, no longer icy, but surprisingly passionate.

This discovery delighted her, because she possessed the charm to ignite his passion.

"I want you." Xiahou Yan's voice was hoarse as he placed Xiang Xiaoyang on the bed, lowering his head to kiss her swollen lips, his tongue boldly tracing the sweetness within her mouth, stirring her sweetness.

Only after tasting every inch of her sweetness did he leave those alluring lips, gently licking her snow-white neck and collarbone.

He sucked away each warm, wet trace, his tongue licking the smooth flesh of her breasts, taking her pink areolas into his mouth, sucking on her alluring nipples, then licking down her belly, her navel… His

warm, wet lips and tongue teased and licked every little bit, past the thick black hair, the smooth inner thighs, then slowly lingering downwards, removing her white shoes and socks, and taking her jade-like toes into his mouth.

“Mmm…no…” His licking made her tremble all over, struggling and moaning sweetly, her cries incredibly seductive.

Ignoring her struggles, he slowly savored her, licking every inch of her snow-white, alabaster skin, covering her body with his scent.

His seductive tongue gently teased the toes in his mouth, stimulating her sensitive nerves.

"No..." She curled her toes, twisting her body, her wet flower bud surging with desire once more. This discovery filled her with shame, and she could only cover her breasts with one hand, and her flower bud with the other, so that he wouldn't see the shameful wetness.

"Don't cover it." Xiahou Yan reached out and pulled away her hands, admiring the alluring beauty of the woman beneath him in the dim candlelight.

Her naked body was curvaceous, her curves as exquisite as crystal, her delicate, rosy face like an apple, making one want to take a bite.

Her small, slightly upturned lips were being gently bitten by her pearly teeth, her watery eyes looking at him shyly, her full, snow-white breasts tinged with a faint blush, and the pink, tender nipples on her snow-white breasts were now erect.

The most alluring sight for him was the enchanting area below her abdomen, the protruding mons pubis and thick black hair already soaked with lustful fluid, glistening with a seductive sheen.

He still remembered the pleasure of her tightly gripping his fingers, and the thought of that tightness made his abdomen tighten, and he couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Unable to resist any longer, her snow-white skin and jade-like shoulders ignited his desire. He bent down again to kiss her snow-white breasts, sucking on the smooth flesh, then licking downwards.

Until he reached her alluring flower bud, glistening fine hairs surrounding the mound, the barely visible slit like it was glistening with dew, the two bright red petals opening and closing like cherry lips on a cheek, equally tempting.

He parted her long, slender, snow-white legs, lowered his head to gently lick the tempting petals, his lips and tongue sucking wantonly, making wanton smacking sounds.

"No…"

a shameful voice reached Xiang Xiaoyang's ears, making her feel incredibly embarrassed. With his licking, more nectar overflowed, making his lips, tongue, and chin wet as well.

"So fragrant, so sweet..." His burning gaze was fixed on the alluring, mysterious area, watching the tender flesh inside undulate and squeeze out more sweet juice.

The sweet aroma made his Adam's apple bob, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and suckle hard, making soft, lewd sounds.

"Ah..." She closed her eyes, too ashamed to look any longer.

But the moment she closed her eyes, the sensory stimulation intensified, teasing her sensitive nerves and causing her to involuntarily twist her body.

"Flame..." she moaned, her body, which wanted to resist, unconsciously yielding to her instincts, enjoying the sucking of his lips and tongue.

Her moans quenched his thirst, but the heat in his lower abdomen burned even more intensely, making him unable to resist gently biting her clitoris with his teeth.

"Ah!" Her tender clitoris trembled slightly, waves of pleasure washing over her, causing her to arch her hips, pushing her vulva even closer to his lips and tongue.

Her passion made him suck and lick the moist labia even harder, watching a stream of hot fluid flow from her tender opening.

Her whole body trembled, and she bent her legs, raising her hips higher so he could lick the sweet nectar more thoroughly.
Suddenly, his wet, hot tongue, moistened by the nectar, plunged into her opening, and a finger followed.

"Ah!" Unexpectedly, Xiahou Yan suddenly thrust in, causing Xiang Xiaoyang to moan softly. Before her body could even tense up, his fingers and tongue were already rapidly playing with her tender flesh.

His tongue sought the clitoris inside, teasing it along with his fingers, making it hard and swollen before he began thrusting in and out of her.

"Mmm..." Xiang Xiaoyang clenched her palms tightly. Xiahou Yan's thrusting aroused her, and she shook her head, her black hair already damp and sticky.

More fluid spilled out with his thrusts, wetting the bedding beneath her. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her body, mingling with her fragrant sweat.

Suddenly, he inserted another finger, ignoring her tightness, thrusting and teasing her tender opening with both fingers and his tongue.
"Ah! It hurts..."

Her delicate opening couldn't withstand his wildness, but his thrusts became even more intense, causing pain to mix with spasmodic pleasure, and her flesh began to tighten.

"Ugh... Ah..." Xiang Xiaoyang shook her head, unable to bear the pleasure. Just as she was about to faint, Hou Yan suddenly withdrew.

Clear fluid flowed out in large quantities as he left, bringing an unsatisfied emptiness that made her unbearable, unconsciously craving more.

"Yan..." Xiang Xiaoyang looked at Xiahou Yan dazedly.

"I'm here!"

Quickly removing his clothes, he covered her again, his already swollen, thick penis tinged with a purplish-red color, drops of white fluid overflowing from its tip.

He forcefully spread her thighs, holding his hard, hot iron, and thrust it deep into her wet, tender opening—
"Ah—" Pain!

The sudden pain shattered all the pleasure. Xiang Xiaoyang couldn't help but scream, pushing Xiahou Yan away, wanting him to leave. "No! It hurts..."

Her face was pale with pain, and her fragile appearance inexplicably tugged at his heartstrings. His hardened and cold heart softened slightly because of her. He suppressed the urge to rush forward, gently sucking on her lips to stop her from biting them.
"Shh... bear with it, it won't hurt in a bit." He coaxed her gently, softly sucking on her lips and tongue to help her relax.

His gentleness made her slowly soften, her beautiful eyes fixed on him.

The tenderness on his handsome face softened her heart, the pain seemed to disappear, and her heart and eyes were filled with his tenderness. Her love for him deepened little by little.

So this is how intoxicating the tenderness beneath the iceberg is, and she was intoxicated, intoxicated by his tenderness.
"Yan, I like you so much." She murmured softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, a sweet smile blooming on her lips.

But her confession made him freeze. Only then did he realize his tenderness just now, and a trace of bewilderment flashed across his handsome face as he didn't know how to respond.

But she wouldn't let him think. Her snow-white thighs wrapped around his waist, and she deliberately moved slightly.
"Ah!" Her movement aroused him, and his lust left him no time to think. He could only move his hips instinctively, unable to restrain himself any longer.

He slowly withdrew, then thrust in forcefully again, the tip of his hot iron pressing hard against the depths of her flower core, enjoying the pleasure of being tightly enveloped by her warm and tight flesh.

"Ugh!" His entry was deep and fierce, making her newly deflowered passage a little unable to bear it, sending a pang of pain through her. But beyond the pain, it also brought a strange sensation, making her unable to distinguish between pleasure and discomfort.

He didn't give her time to adjust. His fierce desire drove him, and he could no longer restrain himself, no longer be gentle. He could only be like a beast, craving her warmth.

With the lubrication of her flower fluid, he thrust his hot iron forcefully, the sounds of flesh colliding and love juices sizzling creating a wanton and alluring sound.

"Mmm..."

His thrusts were fierce and direct, as if he wanted to break her little hole, showing no mercy. The original pain had long been replaced by pleasure, making her dizzy with his thrusts, letting out broken moans.
Her pink body swayed with his thrusts, her full breasts bobbing up and down, creating wanton waves of milk. Her pink nipples tempted him, making him unable to resist lowering his head and taking one of the bright red fruits into his mouth.

"Ah!" She arched her body and moaned, pushing her nipple even deeper into his mouth.

His mouth sucked on her, and the rhythm below did not stop, thrusting back and forth, vigorously stirring her tender hole.
And she responded passionately to his movements, her flower fluid flowing out from the depths of her flower hole like a river bursting its banks, continuously flowing onto the bedsheets.

Suddenly, he swiftly withdrew the hot iron. Amid her soft protests, he quickly flipped her over, making her straddle him. He then aimed his thick, purplish-red, glistening penis at her wet opening, gripped her waist, and pressed down, plunging his hot, thick penis completely inside her.

This position allowed him to penetrate to the deepest point, stretching her vaginal walls completely, leaving no gap.

"Ah!" The overwhelming pleasure made her tilt her head back, her small hands pressing against his sweaty chest. Under his gaze, without needing his instruction, she instinctively began to move up and down.

"Yes, that's it, a little more wanton..." Her wanton posture captivated him, and he couldn't help but arch his back slightly, thrusting upwards forcefully as she pressed down.

"Ah!" she screamed, the pleasure making her whole body tense, and her vagina contracting tightly. "No...too deep..." A flush

covered her snow-white body, her slender waist swaying gently. The spring tide, with each stroke, wet their joined parts, also soaking his lower abdomen.

As she swayed up and down, her full, round breasts bounced back and forth, the alluring waves of her breasts dazzling his eyes.

He couldn't help but reach out and grasp her tempting, snowy breasts, kneading and caressing them to his heart's content, making her full, soft breasts even firmer. His fingers played with the nipples at the tips, kneading those rosy nipples.

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