Wenren Ying felt as though the world were spinning before his eyes.
He tried to use his spiritual energy to force the Hehuan Powder out of his body… However, the reason the Hehuan Sect had been able to run rampant throughout the Nine Provinces for so many years, striking terror into the hearts of cultivators across the eighteen regions of the Nine Provinces, was precisely because their Hehuan Powder was so formidable.
Even cultivators with fully functioning Golden Cores could not drive out the powder’s effects, let alone Wenren Ying.
And besides… the powder had an especially vicious characteristic.
The harder one tried to force out the poison, the more violently and fiercely its effects would flare up.
The drug’s power rebounded with terrifying force. Every muscle in Wenren Ying’s body began to twitch and tremble uncontrollably. When Little Yue came running over to support him, it was as if he had been subjected to some enormous stimulus; even his head instinctively tilted back.
…She had only supported him.
No. This wouldn’t do… This was simply too filthy, too obscene.
Wenren Ying’s excellent upbringing and sense of propriety made him frown tightly. Almost at once, he closed his eyes… He would not look at Little Yue, nor did he dare to look at her.
Little Yue’s scent enveloped him almost instantly.
It was difficult to describe what sort of feeling this was. He only felt as though he had been completely wound tight. The soreness, swelling, and agitation had already seeped into every inch of his muscles, leaving him drenched in sweat as that sweet fragrance twisted around him…
Then, all at once, the world spun.
In the next instant, an incredibly soft and adorable person had been pinned beneath him, completely covered by his body.
It was… it was Little Yue.
In truth… he and Little Yue had barely even embraced a few times.
After all, they had only just gotten together, and he cherished Little Yue so deeply that he was unwilling to make her feel even the slightest bit violated.
But… now…
Wasn’t his current appearance, his current state, itself an offense against her?
Such chaotic thoughts surfaced in Wenren Ying’s mind. They made him feel ashamed and furious with himself… Yet his body was pressed tightly against Little Yue’s, and the thin fabric rubbing against his skin brought him a faint, strange sensation of pain and… pleasure.
“Little Yue…”
Wenren Ying kept his eyes tightly shut as he murmured her name.
“Leave quickly… Little Yue…”
He slowly propped himself up, then collapsed beside her as if utterly drained of strength. This had nearly exhausted all the power in his body, leaving his chest heaving violently. A small expanse of muscle was visible through the opening of his robe, and the shadows between them rose and fell with every breath.
Wu Guanyue stared at Wenren Ying, somewhat dazed.
Mm… Brother Ying…
Brother Ying was still bleeding…
Some of the blood belonged to his enemies, while some had seeped from his own wounds. But at this moment, he was unable to pay attention to any of it. His brows were drawn together so tightly, as though he could barely endure Wu Guanyue’s gaze.
Suddenly, his body trembled. Then, slowly, slowly, he turned away from her, presenting his back as he curled slightly inward.
The muscles of his back tightened as he arched it. This gave him the taut, tense feeling of a drawn bowstring. That sensation… that sensation made Wu Guanyue unable to help thinking that if he were provoked just a little more, he might snap.
Mm… Brother Ying…
Brother Ying like this… seemed so fragile…
Instinctively speaking… Wu Guanyue somewhat… well… did not want to leave.
Wu Guanyue suddenly threw her arms around Wenren Ying’s waist from behind.
“Brother Ying… Brother Ying…!”
She did not know how to describe her feelings, nor did she know how to invite Wenren Ying to come closer. All she could do was call out his name like this, pressing her cheek against his back and holding his waist tightly.
She felt a little as though she had been set aflame as well. Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, shame and delight blending together until she could think of nothing but all sorts of wild notions…
Brother Ying’s waist… is so strong…
Wu Guanyue: o(*////▽////*)q
Wu Guanyue probably did not understand what sort of gesture she had just made. Pressed against Wenren Ying’s back like this, she wore a shy, dizzy smile.
In the next breath, Wenren Ying turned around abruptly. With decisive force, he pinned her down and kissed her.
“Mmph…”
The Little Shopkeeper Yue let out a muffled, adorable sound.
“Woof, woof!”
A suspicious sound came from Wuyun’s mouth. Sitting at the head of the bed, it stared curiously at the two of them with a pair of large, round eyes and began its daily observation of humanity once more.
Wenren Ying: “…”
A string of extremely agitated ellipses appeared above Wenren Ying’s head.
He grabbed Wuyun by the scruff of its neck and tossed it unceremoniously out the door.
“Myaaow～～～～!”
Wuyun let out a long, wavering cry. It adjusted its body in midair and landed steadily on all four paws!
Perfect score!
It still wanted to go back inside! It wanted to curl up with the two of them again～
“Bang!”
With a flick of Wenren Ying’s finger, the door slammed shut right in front of Wuyun. To prevent anyone from disturbing them, Wenren Ying even produced a warding talisman and casually stuck it onto the door.
Wuyun scratched furiously at the door from outside…
Inside the room, Wu Guanyue was still clinging tightly to Wenren Ying, calling out “Brother Ying” again and again. One of Wenren Ying’s hands encircled her waist. That hand was so steady and powerful, as though it had been cast from steel and forged from iron.
Strangely, the moment he made up his mind to do this… his constantly trembling body immediately steadied.
Little Yue…
Little Yue…
He was not the sort of person who was coy or incapable of adapting… Since Little Yue was willing… he would not, could not, deny that he had such feelings for her either…
“Little Yue… If it becomes uncomfortable, tell me…”
Wenren Ying spoke in a hoarse voice. One of his hands had already firmly supported the back of Wu Guanyue’s head. Then he kissed her once more.
The moon had risen. The night was clear, and the moonlight was bright and pure, illuminating all of Meishan City until everything was so clear and radiant.
Wuyun sat boredly in the courtyard, listlessly swishing its fluffy tail. A small shadow stretched behind it, making its motionless body look as though it were deep in thought.
Behind it, the door remained tightly shut, but the sounds from inside had gradually quieted.
Its nose twitched as it sniffed, seemingly trying to catch those marvelous scents filled with a hazy, lingering warmth… the scents of Wu Guanyue and Wenren Ying.
And those scents… of course, had already filled the entire room.
At this moment, Wu Guanyue was lying on top of Wenren Ying.
The room itself was rather crude, and the bed was terribly hard. It had once belonged to the servant Wang Er. After Wang Er’s death, no one had lived here. When Wu Guanyue renovated the inn, she had not done much to this room in order to save money.
When Wenren Ying had moved in earlier… of course, he could not simply stay in Wu Guanyue’s own room.
As for the guest rooms on the second floor… He felt that Little Yue still needed to earn silver from them. There were only five rooms in all, and if he occupied one, wouldn’t Little Yue lose five taels of silver in income every day?
Therefore, he moved into the servants’ quarters in the rear courtyard. The conditions were crude, but he didn’t mind—insofar as he could live at the inn together with Little Yue, he was already more than satisfied.
But… while he didn’t mind lying on the hard bed, Little Yue absolutely could not.
He lay sprawled across the bed, placing the soft, pliant Little Yue entirely on top of him. His broad, heavy, fleshly body seemed to turn into a large bed, allowing her to go completely limp and sleep soundly.
But… at this very moment, could she really sleep soundly…?
“Mm…”
Wu Guanyue, dazed and disheveled, unconsciously wrapped her arms around Wenren Ying’s neck. Her hair pooled against his neck, and the strands, swaying with her faint trembling, brushed against his skin again and again, making him feel a little itchy—and a little comfortable, too.
However, Wenren Ying’s attention was not on these subtle sensations.
Wu Guanyue’s body suddenly moved. Whether consciously or unconsciously, he couldn’t tell, but it caused a long sigh to escape Wenren Ying’s throat…
“Mm… Little Yue…”
“Brother Ying…”
Wu Guanyue said, sounding aggrieved.
“Why is it still going on…?”
Wenren Ying stroked her back, seemingly soothing her tenderly… but his other hand was moving elsewhere, unhurriedly.
“I’m sorry… Little Yue…”
Wenren Ying spoke hoarsely.
Of course, the effects of the drug had not yet faded… The Blood Demon Ancestor and the Wonderous Gentleman had practically poured in an enormous dose of aphrodisiac, as though it cost them nothing. Before those two demonic cultivators from the Hehuan Sect died, they had even said that unless he went at it for three days and three nights, there was no way he would be able to calm down.
Without Little Yue… if Little Yue had not stayed behind… he truly had no idea how he would have endured this period of time.
Little Yue was like a warm pool of milk, nestled against him just like that. Her hands and feet were terribly limp, trembling so hard that she seemed about to melt and flow right off his body.
Wenren Ying couldn’t help feeling somewhat guilty. He let out a long sigh and apologized to her in a hoarse voice, yet his arms held her tightly, completely trapping her in his embrace—and making it even more convenient for him to…
The corners of Wu Guanyue’s eyes were red, her face was red, and even the soles of her feet were flushed.
Brother Ying… Mm… Brother Ying…
Brother Ying was usually such a gentle person… someone she could rely on so completely. But why…?
He had clearly told her, “If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.” Yet whenever he became excited, he seemed to especially enjoy covering her mouth… Even when she wanted to say something, she couldn’t make a sound at all.
…Brother Ying, you’re so bad.
At least she could speak now, but…
But she wasn’t uncomfortable now, not at all. o(*////▽////*)q…
She liked it so much… liked it so much… liked it so much…
A soft “ying” escaped Wu Guanyue’s lips. Unable to stop herself, she buried her face completely in his chest and bit him as though pouting.
Nothing.
