Xiao Junhe: “?”
Even with his sharp intellect, he was momentarily stunned by this abrupt and brazen question.
Luo Qingwu, mistaking his silence for guilt, sneered coldly. “Did you lose control just because she touched your wound? And yet you claim to feel nothing for a coarse woman like me?”
She leaned down, bringing her striking, radiant face close to his, her breath carrying a delicate fragrance. “I don’t believe it.”
Then, straightening up, she lifted her chin and uttered two words in an authoritative, commanding tone:
“Take off your clothes.”
Seeing the glint of curiosity in her eyes, Xiao Junhe felt an absurd sense of amusement stir within him. Slowly, a faint smile curved his lips, and he actually complied, unhurriedly loosening the front of his robe.
He wanted to see what she intended to do.
Not holding back now that he was cooperating, Luo Qingwu extended her slender fingers, cool to the touch, and precisely placed them on the skin beside his wound.
The man’s body instantly stiffened, and his breathing grew heavier.
A cold laugh echoed in her heart, but her fingers did not stop. With deliberate provocation, she slowly trailed them downward, gliding over his firm chest muscles and past the distinct ridges of his abdomen.
Wherever she touched, it was as if a trail of fire had been ignited.
Fine beads of sweat formed at Xiao Junhe’s temples. He clenched his jaw tightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing uncontrollably. An unfamiliar, scorching heat fiercely assaulted his reason.
Satisfied with his restrained appearance, Luo Qingwu suddenly moved her hand lower, pressing firmly but not too hard against his thigh through the thin fabric of his trousers.
Bang—
It felt as if a string in Xiao Junhe’s mind had snapped completely.
He let out a muffled groan, his body’s reaction now impossible to conceal.
Luo Qingwu immediately withdrew her hand as if shocked, taking a step back.
Mission accomplished.
Looking at the man’s eyes, now tinged with crimson from arousal, she revealed a scornful smile befitting a victor.
“See?” she scoffed. “I told you—there’s no man in this world who only reacts to one woman.”
She clapped her hands lightly, as if brushing off something dirty, cast one last glance at his disheveled state, and delivered the final blow.
“General Lin, your so-called affection for Luo Jin’er is nothing more than this.”
With that, she turned and left with a flourish.
The door closed, but the lingering warmth in the room had yet to dissipate.
Xiao Junhe slowly exhaled a heavy breath, the veins at his temples still throbbing. He lowered his head, looking at the undeniable, honest reaction of his body, and his gaze gradually darkened, transforming into a storm of unfathomable depth.
Other men, he couldn’t say. But for himself, he knew all too well.
Ever since he was framed as a youth and left with lingering health issues, his heart had remained as still as an ancient well and his body as cold as iron toward any woman. Imperial physicians had declared it a psychological ailment, incurable by medicine.
Yet… this woman, with just a few touches, had driven him to lose control like this.
Luo Qingwu…
She was the only woman who could elicit such a reaction from him.
This realization struck like a thunderbolt, shattering the dead calm of his heart.
No, he had to verify this once more!
If this were true, then he absolutely could not let this woman, Luo Qingwu, slip away easily!
Unable to wait, Xiao Junhe immediately rose and called out in a deep voice, “Prepare my clothes. I’m going to the Prefect’s residence.”
The Anwei, seeing his bleeding wound, hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
Xiao Junhe shook his head, a trace of stubbornness flashing in his phoenix-like eyes. “This matter… I must attend to it myself.”
Some answers could only be given by that woman.
…
Luo Qingwu slipped back into her own dilapidated courtyard and lay down on the bed with mixed emotions.
Uncontrollably, her mind flashed with images of that man’s taut muscles and scorching skin.
Whether she should say it or not, that “Lin Lang’s” physique… was truly impressive.
She rolled over, then suddenly felt something was off. What did it mean by Luo Jin’er’s taste? This marriage was originally hers! That Lin Lang should have been her future husband!
Since Luo Jin’er looked down on him, then she would take this man!
But…
The moment she remembered Luo Jin’er saying she had touched him, Luo Qingwu felt a wave of disgust.
Touched by someone else—it felt a bit dirty.
On one hand, she thought the man was handsome with a great physique; on the other, she couldn’t help but feel disdain, growing so agitated she couldn’t sleep.
Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted outside the courtyard, as if someone was being pursued.
Since she couldn’t sleep anyway, Luo Qingwu decided to get up and watch the show.
She quietly opened the courtyard gate and peeked out, only to see the household servants holding lanterns and torches, rushing anxiously in one direction.
Quick-witted and nimble, Luo Qingwu grabbed a young servant: “Hey, what’s going on?”
The servant gasped, “An… an assassin broke into the Second Young Miss’s courtyard—a man! He was discovered, and they’re chasing him now!”
Second Young Miss? Luo Jin’er?
Luo Qingwu’s eyes lit up—this was going to be a good show!
She released the servant and was about to follow the crowd to join the excitement when something unexpected happened!
A large hand suddenly reached out from behind her, grabbing the back of her collar and dragging her backward!
“Mmph!”
Before she could react, with a “bang,” the courtyard gate was swiftly shut.
An assassin?
Luo Qingwu’s heart tightened, and she was about to fight back when she caught a clear glimpse of the man’s face and froze completely.
Under the moonlight, the man was dressed in black night clothes, wearing a silver mask over his face.
But those familiar, deep, cold-pool-like eyes…
Damn it!
Why was she seeing Lin Lang here?