Zhu Yu awkwardly turned his face away again.

Lu Xiaoyun wrapped one of her thick arms around his soft waist and lowered her head to forcefully kiss his lips.

Zhu Yu was, after all, an ancient man, and his father had passed away less than a month ago, so he was somewhat resistant. But Lu Xiaoyun was very domineering. One hand roamed over his delicate, jade-like skin, while the other hand tightly gripped his body, imprisoning him in her arms.

Zhu Yu could only struggle symbolically for a couple of moments before giving up and yielding to her hot and passionate kiss.

Lu Xiaoyun kissed him a few times, then stood up, picked him up, put him on the bed, and leaned down on him.

Zhu Yu was startled and pushed away her firm chest: "Lu Xiaoyun, are you serious? I'm still in mourning!"

Although you don't actually have to observe three years of mourning, you still have to observe three months, or a full 100 days.

Lu Xiaoyun was already prepared and didn't care about anything else: "He doesn't deserve it."

"No—" Zhu Yu gasped and hurriedly stopped him.

Panting heavily, Lu Xiaoyun disregarded everything and began to undress him.

"No—" Zhu Yu cried out in distress again.

Since resistance was futile, Zhu Yu no longer cared about filial piety. When his father was alive, his father despised him in every way. Lu Xiaoyun was right, he was unworthy!

Well then, let's just enjoy this rainy day to make the most of it.

This time, it was already dusk when he was exhausted. His back ached, his legs were weak, and he felt unsteady. He cursed Lu Xiaoyun as a beast.

After the two returned from washing up, Zhu Yu took out a small notebook from his bundle and made another note: "September 7th, 27th year of Jiahe, 4 times!"

Once they're back together, he'll make sure she cries and begs him like that too!