Pei Xiao’s cool lips pressed against her jade-like neck, leaving a bluish-purple mark as he asked with concern, “Feeling warmer now?”
Jiang Yu pressed his hand through her clothing, “Pei Xiao! Pei Xiao! What exactly are you trying to do?”
If he had questions, he should ask them directly. If he was angry, he should express it openly. Even rolling together for a fight or shouting at each other would be better than this passive-aggressive behavior.
What kind of game was he playing with this ambiguous attitude?
Yet Pei Xiao’s emotions remained unmoved, his deep magnetic voice whispering against her pale neck, “Didn’t Yu’er just ask me if I like you? I have an answer now.”
He had to admit that when Jiang Yu asked with reddened eyes, “Does my husband not like me anymore?” his heart had rippled with emotion.
She possessed such remarkable power – even copying the Heart Sutra ten times couldn’t compare to the provocation of her few words.
Excellent!
Truly excellent…
“Of course I like Yu’er! But liking someone shouldn’t just be spoken – it should be demonstrated through action, shouldn’t it?”
His loving words were as tender as his movements were lingering, his hook-like fingertips teasing her soft, delicate skin.
Jiang Yu didn’t know where to protect herself first, broken sounds escaping her throat, “Pei Xiao! Don’t! I don’t want this!”
“But I do.” Pei Xiao’s warm breath blew into Jiang Yu’s ear, the heat swirling in her ear canal, “I want Yu’er to understand how much her husband likes her.”
Jiang Yu’s entire body trembled violently as she shook her head repeatedly.
She didn’t want this! She absolutely didn’t want this!
She refused to do such things with someone of unknown origins!
Yet the more she resisted, the more Pei Xiao’s palm pressure varied with her movements, carrying a bone-melting power.
Pei Xiao wanted her to experience that feeling of being controlled against one’s will – how utterly terrible it felt.
He knew her too well – the more she struggled, the softer she became.
Like a delicate flower, every part of her body seemed capable of producing moisture.
Only then did Pei Xiao feel satisfied, gently nibbling her earlobe, “Yu’er wants this too, don’t you?”
Jiang Yu was nearly driven mad by his torment!
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she said, “Hus-band, husband, my leg is injured. It’s inconvenient. Later… let’s do this later…”
“It doesn’t matter. Yu’er only needs to sit still. Leave everything else to your husband.”
He still maintained that considerate demeanor, yet gave Jiang Yu no opportunity to escape…
Though her outer robe was wrapped tightly around her, she felt completely exposed, as if her jade-like body was laid bare, with cold air penetrating through her skin into the marrow of her bones.
Jiang Yu nervously retreated until her back touched the cold scroll on the wall, the hard surface pressing painfully.
As she looked up, she saw the sacred image of Buddhist Disciples sitting cross-legged in the painting, holding Bodhi seeds.
Those desire-free eyes looked down upon them as their clothes lay in disarray, their cheeks pressed close together.
Even the sandalwood incense in the room seemed to emit the fragrance of floating in a sea of desire.
How could this be allowed?
Jiang Yu’s hair stood on end as she protectively crossed her arms over her chest, “Pei Xiao, this is a temple! A temple!”
Her tongue tangled, and if she had been pretending to be pitiful earlier, now she was genuinely terrified.
She had come to burn incense and worship Buddha – how could she commit such acts under the Buddha’s watchful eyes?
Heaven would strike them with lightning!
Suddenly, a flash of lightning outside was followed by earth-shattering, continuous thunder.
The fleeting light illuminated Pei Xiao’s face.
His expression showed little desire, his eyebrows slightly raised, “Yu’er, we are husband and wife. Wouldn’t performing before Buddha demonstrate our mutual devotion even more?”
Pei Xiao’s hand gradually moved downward, the cold Bodhi seeds on his wrist sliding over Jiang Yu’s leg, his long, distinct-knuckled fingers gently kneading the small white jade beads.Jiang Yu’s vision plunged into darkness, her fear magnifying every sensation of touch upon her body.
She didn’t want this, yet her body refused to obey her commands.
“Pei Xiao, don’t… please don’t…” Her throat was parched and raw, her nails desperately clawing at his wrists until his arms were covered in bloody scratches.
But Pei Xiao wouldn’t relent, like a dark wolf in the night, watching intently as his prey beneath him gradually melted into spring water.
What’s this?
So she finally understood how unpleasant it felt to be deliberately provoked?
He disliked prey that acted on its own accord.
Normally when encountering those who tried to deceive him, he would mercilessly slit their throats.
Tonight, while sitting alone in his chamber, he had contemplated countless ways to punish her.
In the end, he still found tit-for-tat to be more amusing.
“Does Yu’er need me now?” His thumb gently brushed across her glistening, tear-filled eyes.