Chapter 39: A Mutual Understanding (Sweet)

Wen Shili frowned.

“Ziyou? Why are you here?”

Jiang Ziyou yawned again, “I woke up and found that Master wasn’t there, so I came to look for you. Seeing that the main hall was brightly lit, I came over.”

“Nonsense!” Wen Shili scolded angrily, shaking his sleeves.

“You didn’t even put on an extra layer, and your shoes are on the wrong feet. Hurry back!”

For the first time, the usually cold and distant True Monarch Qinghe showed a bit of warmth.

Jiang Ziyou lowered his head pitifully, “I can’t sleep without Master by my side.”

Wen Shili: “…”

Everyone in the hall: “…” Is this what they call a “Master’s treasure”?

After a moment, Wen Shili lowered his lashes, his expression indifferent as he said, “I agree to this.”

Agree to what?

The crowd in the hall was confused but quickly realized: he had agreed to temporarily spare Tang Murou.

“Isn’t True Monarch Qinghe known for being’strict and unfeeling’? Why is he suddenly so lenient today?”

“Are you blind? Can’t you tell he’s eager to get back to his beloved disciple so they can sleep?”

Wen Shili heard this and gave the speaker a cold look that screamed “Say one more word and you’ll die.”

The person immediately shut up, trembling.

Wen Shili walked to the entrance of the hall, glanced at Jiang Ziyou, and said faintly, “Go back to bed.”

“Mm.”

Jiang Ziyou nodded, smiling up at him with two little fangs showing.

“Master, when can I learn that Wanji Sword technique from you?”

“Shut up.”

Wen Shili’s face remained expressionless, but everyone could clearly see a faint smile in his eyes.

“You’re nothing but trouble.”

With a light slap on Jiang Ziyou’s forehead, he took him by the hand and flew off on his sword.

Everyone in the hall: “…” We just discovered something we shouldn’t have. Will we be silenced tomorrow?

…

A crescent moon hung in the sky, and the courtyard was bathed in serene, reflective light.

Inside a room, Yin Buqi lay bored on the bed, fiddling with the blanket aimlessly, his eyes constantly darting toward the screen.

The sound of water splashing—she was just finishing her bath…

“Niannian…”

“Hm?”

“Are you done yet?”

“Not yet. I’m getting dressed. Be good and sleep first.”

Yin Buqi sighed, staring at the ceiling, the floor, the window… He couldn’t resist anymore and walked toward the screen.

Jiang Niannian was just about to dress when someone hugged her from behind. His grip was too tight, making it impossible for her to break free.

“W-what are you doing? Let go! I need to get dressed!”

Yin Buqi’s hands slid over her smooth skin, his breathing heavy, his voice husky, “I’ll help Niannian get dressed.”

Yin Buqi held her tight, unwilling to let go.

Though he suppressed his desire, he fumbled with her clothes.

It was his first time doing something like this, and he didn’t know how to start.

He tried to tie her clothing, but the pale skin under the red garment looked even more alluring, and he couldn’t help but feel his heart race.

“That’s not how you do it,” Jiang Niannian muttered, turning to face him.

Meeting his gaze, she blushed, pushing him away.

“What—what are you staring at? Never mind, go outside! I’ll dress myself.”

His gaze was too intense!

But Yin Buqi wouldn’t let her go, his crimson eyes fixed on her.

“I’ll help Niannian.”

“Let go…”

she protested, but he didn’t give her a chance.

He held her tight and, with a hoarse whisper said, “Then don’t wear anything.”

He kissed her ear softly, his voice filled with longing as he murmured, “Niannian… Niannian…” His words, like silk threads, wove around her, carrying a heat that made her heart pound.

Jiang Niannian blushed deeply, feeling her heart nearly jump out of her chest.

But she managed to hold onto a sliver of reason and turned to ask, “Could it be that you’ve confused your attachment to me, having grown up together, with love?”

His crimson eyes bore into hers.

He bent down slightly, speaking with absolute sincerity, “I only want Niannian. If another woman touches me, I feel disgusted. But with you, I always want to hold you like this, kiss you, bite you, and make you feel pleasure again and again. Niannian, you are the only one I want to do this with, the only one I obsess over.”

“Niannian, I can’t live without you.”

“The last remnants of my conscience and goodness—all come from you, Niannian. You gave me all my emotions, in this hollow and empty existence of mine.”

“Whenever I think of you being with another man, I feel so jealous I could go mad. I want to kill him and hide you away.”

Yin Buqi knew that deep down, he was like a twisted, ancient vine of poison.

His very core had rotted, and Jiang Niannian was the only light nourishing him.

If she ever left, he would plunge into the abyss of madness and decay.

Every word from him struck her heart.

With such a passionate confession, so fervently loved, how could she not be moved?

Maybe, just this once, it was okay to be bold…

Jiang Niannian turned to him and said, “Buqi, lower your head a little… I can’t reach.”

Yin Buqi froze, the desire and longing in his crimson eyes surging to the surface.

“Lower your head,” she repeated.

Finally, he suppressed the urge to devour her and leaned down slightly.

Jiang Niannian wrapped her arms around his neck, gazing at him earnestly, “Buqi, I’m yours. Always.”

Then, with a soft smile and a gaze full of affection, she kissed him gently on the lips.

Yin Buqi immediately lifted her onto the bed.

“But I’m greedy. I want not just Niannian’s body, but her love. I want everything that is Niannian to belong to me.”

“Okay.”

The soft red hue on her lips and the sight of her smile made him fall deeper in love.

Yin Buqi buried his face in her neck, rubbing against her affectionately, murmuring, “Niannian, I want to… I want to… I want to…” His voice was low and sultry, laced with desire.

With a swift motion, her loosely draped clothes fell away.

The man who had been so pitiful just moments ago, pleading with her, had now transformed into someone consumed with madness and possessiveness.

His every action was filled with obsessive love.

Jiang Niannian froze.

What happened to her sweet, obedient boy?

Who was this dangerous man before her?!

She tried to shrink back into the corner of the bed, but just as she did, he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her back.

His hoarse voice, dripping with desire, asked, “Niannian, why are you hiding?”