Miss Cannon Fodder Wants To Escape Death Flags - Chapter 379
Chapter 379
This is a stance of silent waiting.
As Pei Ji approached step by step, the sound of his footsteps seemed to weigh heavily on her heart.
The quiet night was cool, and the boy’s slender fingers rested on the front of his ceremonial robe.
The wedding attire was a deep red, with clouds embroidered in intricate patterns, while his skin was a striking, pale white, making every movement of his appear distinctly vivid.
After completing the cleansing spell, the red and white powder on his brows silently vanished.
She had meticulously washed and prepared herself before the ceremony, and during the banquet, the air had been filled with the scents of flowers and wine.
Now, the intertwining sweetness lingered in the room, mingling with the faint fragrance of incense, creating a heady atmosphere.
Pei Ji’s movements were awkward, though his patience compensated for his inexperience.
When Ning Ning first met him, she could never have imagined that this typically cold and aloof young sword cultivator would one day lower himself to gently undo her wedding robe with the hand that wielded his sword.
The layers of deep red fabric slipped down, revealing the innermost layer of snow-white undergarments.
Due to Pei Ji’s earlier actions, the neckline had already shifted slightly downward.
A delicate collarbone was exposed under the candlelight, rising and falling subtly with her measured breaths.
The smooth, slender line extended from her neck to her shoulder, hinting at the contours beneath the white fabric.
His gaze seemed to touch fire, and he quickly lowered his head in a fluster.
“I—”
Pei Ji’s breath hitched. Suddenly withdrawing his hand, he clumsily tugged at his own clothing.
“I’ll go first.”
The shyness and hesitation in Ning Ning’s heart vanished at his flustered actions.
She couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“Come here.”
A hint of playfulness arose in her, and she patted the side of the bed beside her, smiling as she beckoned him.
“I’ll help you.”
Those few simple words were like vines quietly growing, binding him in an instant.
He willingly followed her lead, step by step.
The person sitting on the edge of the bed increased from one to two.
The wedding robe was complex and cumbersome, and Ning Ning, already unfamiliar with men’s clothing, found herself even more at a loss.
She frowned silently.
Pei Ji lowered his head, watching her actions.
After a moment, he raised a hand to cover hers, guiding her step by step.
“Like this.”
When he spoke, he realized his voice had already grown hoarse.
As the layers of clothing fell away, Ning Ning’s fingertips touched the thin inner garment beneath.
Pei Ji’s long lashes lowered, his face calm and expressionless, but the redness at the tips of his ears deepened.
His hands continued to guide hers downward.
The inner garment slipped off, revealing a slender neck and broad shoulders.
This wasn’t the first time Ning Ning had seen his upper body.
The physique of a sword cultivator was tall and well-built, with taut muscles distributed across the chest, abdomen, and arms.
Yet Pei Ji’s naturally slender frame struck a balance, falling somewhere between the physique of a young man and that of a mature one—lean yet elegant.
The flickering candlelight illuminated his scars, deep and shallow, like grooves etched across his skin.
He seemed to have been injured countless times growing up.
Ning Ning felt a pang of sorrow, her fingertips lightly tracing a long scar on his chest.
This touch disrupted Pei Ji’s breath, and he muttered with a tinge of melancholy, “…It’s not pretty.”
“What’s not pretty?”
Her fingers slid upward, brushing past the prominence of his Adam’s apple and tilting his chin upward.
She used her thumb to trace along the side of his face as he lowered his gaze.
In a soft voice, she said, “If my husband isn’t handsome, then who in this world could be considered beautiful?”
That word—“husband”—was like a flame, landing by his ear and igniting a blazing heat.
The warmth spread from his ears down through his entire body, leaving him restless.
Meanwhile, Ning Ning’s right hand slowly ventured further downward, drawing closer to the rising heat.
Pei Ji instinctively gripped the bedsheet tightly.
Ning Ning hesitated, unsure of where to look, and could only fixate on her own wrist.
“I-I’ll keep going—”
But the rest of her words caught in her throat.
Suddenly, she was scooped up and laid on the crimson wedding quilt.
Pei Ji climbed onto the bed, leaning over her.
His long hair fell down like soft strands of silk, casting shadows over her.
She heard him murmur, “Let me.”
For something like this, how could he possibly let the girl take the initiative?
The calloused, scarred fingers of a sword cultivator moved over her delicate skin, creating a rough yet tantalizing sensation.
Where his fingers brushed, the white fabric naturally slid away.
A lychee was peeled, revealing the smooth, milky-white flesh within.
The sight before him started with rounded, creamy curves, as if coated with a pearly sheen.
The suddenness of his actions brought a faint blush to the soft surface.
His right hand trailed lower, a wandering traveler finding its way across rolling hills.
The gentle slopes rose like a full moon, and Pei Ji dared not exert any force, lightly brushing downward instead.
The interplay of moonlight and candlelight made all secrets impossible to hide.
Ning Ning felt his gaze and turned her burning face to the side.
Then, a sword light flashed.
A gust of sword wind extinguished the flickering candle, plunging the room into darkness.
Pei Ji lowered himself, pressing a kiss to her lips.
His fingers were hot, and so were his lips.
The kiss was soft and lingering, his warm tongue exploring lightly at her lips, her tongue, and her mouth.
All that remained in her senses was the dampness of their shared breaths.
This kiss was meant to distract her.
By the time Ning Ning regained her composure, all barriers between them were gone.
Glancing down, she was startled by the towering shadow that had emerged.
Startled, she almost raised her hand to cover her burning face.
“Ning Ning.”
His dark eyes were deep, as though lost, his face flushed a crimson so vivid it seemed about to drip under the pale moonlight.
Yet he continued his clumsy guidance, his voice husky as he said, “It’ll hurt.”
Ning Ning couldn’t find the words to reply.
She could only nod.
And so, the fiery shadow slowly descended, inching toward a hidden corner.
Ning Ning felt both heat and a tingling sensation.
Pei Ji silently pressed forward, and the flower petals layered in the valley trembled as dew formed on them.
The petals became moist, glistening with a sweet sheen.
A single drop of dew fell, followed by a deluge as raindrops cascaded in abundance.
Ning Ning held her breath, stifling a gasp.
In the quiet spring night, with the curtains fluttering in the breeze and the crescent moon outside, the girl’s ivory toes curled like the crescent moon itself.
