Chapter 121 He had nothing to be afraid of anymore

Wei Li didn't quite understand. With his level of education, it was really difficult for him to comprehend things that were left unsaid and had deeper meanings.

But he heard Zhao Xiheng say that if he died, there would be no point in her living.

He understood that sentence.

It's wonderful to dream; things you wouldn't dare to think about in real life can easily appear in your dreams.

Zhao Xiheng rambled on and on, while Wei Li simply nodded in agreement.

He dared not move. Zhao Xiheng's words were too beautiful. What if he moved and broke them?

The two people's fingers intertwined, the warmth of their palms sensing and passing between them. It was a hazy, dark winter night, yet it was filled with warm, pink bubbles.

It felt like my body was soaked in hot spring water, so wet and hot that if I squeezed it, it would turn into tears through my tear ducts.

There was an indescribable feeling, a tingling, aching sensation, yet also a deep sense of satisfaction, as if I wished I could stay in this moment forever.

It carries a lingering tenderness, yet it has nothing to do with desire.

Sometime later, their voices gradually faded, and they both fell asleep.

The next morning, Wei Li opened his eyes before Zhao Xiheng.

The person in his arms was soft and fragrant, clinging to him tightly. The two of them were pressed together, like a pair of mating snakes.

...

"This is a dream, this is a dream," Wei Li muttered to himself twice, then went back to the dream and tried his best to wake up. But the dream was too long and too clear, as clear as reality, yet he also felt deeply that reality wouldn't be so wonderful.

"Knock knock knock." The door to the outer room of the study was knocked, followed by a child's loud crying. The nanny outside asked, "My lord, my lady, the young lady woke up this morning and couldn't stop crying because she couldn't see you two."

Zhao Xiheng was woken up by the noise. She clung to Wei Li's neck and groggily got up, saying, "Bring Zhizhi in."

In the past, the first thing the little one saw when she came in was her parents. This morning, she didn't see her and Wei Li, so she might not be used to it.

Zhizhi was easily satisfied. After being placed in Zhao Xiheng's arms, she stopped sobbing and snuggled in her arms, sucking her fingers like a spoiled brat. She fell asleep in no time.

Zhao Xiheng was in pain all over her body. After holding her for a while, she felt that this was her limit, so she asked the nanny to take Zhizhi out again.

Wei Li was stunned the entire time.

The baby's piercing cries assaulted his brain, one after another. This didn't seem like a dream; it really was...

Was what Zhao Xiheng said to him last night true?

He rolled up Zhao Xiheng's sleeve and saw that her arm still had bruises from falling down the hillside.

!!

It's true, it's not a dream!

Looking back on her heartfelt words last night, Zhao Xiheng couldn't believe she had said them. Wei Li, that little vixen, truly had a knack for seduction. So much so that this morning, she was unusually shy and found it difficult to look Wei Li in the eye.

Hey, for a young lady like her to say something like that is really embarrassing!

But Wei Li's expression was blank and his movements were strange, so Zhao Xiheng subconsciously raised her hand and touched his forehead.

It's not hot.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Can you repeat what you said last night?" He was so excited he almost jumped off the bed, his narrow eyes wide open, his face radiating a different kind of excitement.

Zhao Xiheng glanced at the bright daylight of the Ming Dynasty. She had only said those words under the cover of darkness last night, so how could she possibly repeat them a second time?

She cracked her knuckles, her face stern, and snapped at him, "I won't repeat myself!"

The light on Wei Li's face dimmed.

So annoying!

He's putting on that pitiful expression again! Zhao Xiheng clutched her chest, which was throbbing with pain.

She simply couldn't refuse, you little devil.

Out of pity for him, I'll reluctantly repeat it again.

“Well, I was saying…” Zhao Xiheng hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t bring herself to say anything too emotional, “I was saying that…”

She fidgeted with her fingers, then cupped his face in her hands and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "That's it, you get it, right?"

Wei Li's cheeks were squeezed so hard by her that his eyes became rounder. He blinked as if he understood, and then his whole body seemed to be shining.

Zhao Xiheng felt that he understood, so she released his face and stepped back a little.

Good that you understand.

Wei Li grabbed her hand and pleaded, "I still don't quite understand, could you try again?"

Zhao Xiheng pouted, embarrassed and angry, "Are you just trying to take advantage of me?"

Wei Li hurriedly explained, "No, no, I just..." He was just too incredulous.

Yesterday's events all really happened. Zhao Xiheng knew about his past, but instead of disliking him, she took the initiative to sleep with him, kiss him, talk to him, and plan for the future, as if she didn't mind at all. He really couldn't believe it.

So pitiful.

Zhao Xiheng muttered to herself, and seeing how pitiful he was, she cupped his face and kissed him again with great force, her voice extremely loud, "Do you understand?"

Wei Li glanced at her, then quickly looked down, his face and ears flushed. He unconsciously gave a sweet, silly smile, then nodded, stammering, "I...I understand..."

Zhao Xiheng was inexplicably drawn in, her face flushed, and her heart raced. She turned her head away from him, pressing the back of her hand against her cheek to cool it down. "Why are you pretending to be shy now?"

Wei Li hooked her little finger and asked cautiously, "Do you... like me too?"

"Ah!!" Zhao Xiheng screamed in exasperation, furious. "Did you really want me to say it so bluntly?"

Is this the kind of thing a delicate young lady should say?

Before she could finish complaining, she felt a warm, soft touch on her lips.

Wei Li leaned in and, with an extremely innocent air, gave her a light, fleeting kiss on the lips before quickly backing away, his face turning even redder.

He wanted to say, "I'll reluctantly let you like me." But he didn't dare to say it. He was already very grateful that Zhao Xiheng could accept him in this situation. If he said something like that, she would be angry. What if she didn't want him anymore?

...

Zhao Xiheng found it even more annoying. His innocent expression made her feel like some kind of old pervert! So annoying!

I wonder who was more perverted before!

Zhizhi is already so big, why is he pretending to be innocent now?

Without hesitation, Zhao Xiheng went straight for him, biting his chin and tearing at his clothes, shouting, "Show me your tattoos!"

She's already said she likes him and doesn't mind his past, so her inner conflict should be resolved by now. Let her see!

Wei Li, like a chaste and virtuous woman, clutched tightly at the collar.

Although Zhao Xiheng already knew about his past, he still couldn't get over it in his heart. He still didn't dare to show her the ugly things that symbolized his sinful past.

Although Zhao Xiheng was strong, Wei Li fought back to the death, and there was nothing she could do.

If the hard approach doesn't work, we have to try the soft approach.

She followed Wei Li's chin, kissing his Adam's apple little by little, and then gently bit it.

Wei Li trembled all over, as if he had been paralyzed by acupoints. His breathing became rapid, his body went limp, and his eyes reddened and glistened with tears.

“I already said I don’t care, so don’t be afraid. I want to see your whole past, no matter what it is, I’ll accept it. And if I don’t let you see it now, I’ll have to sooner or later.” Zhao Xiheng gently bit his earlobe and breathed into his ear.

He couldn't resist and was persuaded, gradually loosening his grip on his collar.

Zhao Xiheng knew this would be useful; before, Wei Li would always breathe into her ear in bed, and she was putting that knowledge to good use.

Wei Li imagined himself as a dead fish, a salted fish, to be manipulated however she pleased, torn away his shame and dignity, and ripped off the last fig leaf covering his past, exposing himself naked before her.

As Zhao Xiheng said, since he already knows everything, he'll have to see it sooner or later. It's already good enough that she doesn't mind. He shouldn't resist no matter how she manipulates him.

Wei Li closed his eyes tightly, trying to clear his mind.

Zhao Xiheng, with a mischievous streak, wanted him to feel something, so she slowly moved along his Adam's apple to a small patch of tattoo on his neck and gently kissed it. "What kind of totem is this?"

"Don't ask anymore." Wei Li clutched the bed sheet, almost sobbing with shame.

"And here?" she asked, touching a spot on his lean belly.

Wei Li was panting and crying, clearly aroused and ashamed.

Zhao Xiheng swallowed hard. So...so erotic...

She was starting to lose control...

But Wei Li is so pitiful, how could she be such a beast?

Zhao Xiheng was torn between feeling heartache and being unable to control herself, but in the end she decided to act like a human being.

Zhao Xiheng hugged him and said, "I've seen it all. It's not ugly, it's very beautiful."

She wasn't lying. The blue ink marks were etched on her pale, firm skin, creating a striking contrast and a powerful impact. The mixed totems were the wildest call of nature and the primal, imprinted on Wei Li's body without being jarring; rather, they complemented each other perfectly.

Wei Li opened his eyes and asked her, "Really?"

His eyes were still red, he looked so pitiful. Nothing is more exciting than making a strong person cry.

“Really! I never lie!” Zhao Xiheng said.

"Then I'll reluctantly believe you." Wei Li's Adam's apple bobbed as he hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her affectionately.

He took her hand and placed it on the side of her neck, where she had just kissed her. "You asked about here, this is where the Bluebird is..."

Then he took her hand and slid it down inch by inch, telling her, "Here, is the white wolf, and next to it is the white deer..."

At this moment, he finally peeled back the layers and revealed all his shame before her.

His face burned with pain, and his heart ached as if it were being torn apart, yet he felt a strange sense of relief. From now on, there was nothing he was afraid of. What he feared most—that Zhao Xiheng would know—she already knew and had accepted.

Zhao Xiheng thought for a moment, then tilted her head and whispered in his ear, "I think Zhizhi looks like you, she'll be very pretty."

It's a beauty that's both gentle and strong, with a sharp edge, like icicles hanging from the eaves in winter.

"Hmm." He really had nothing to be afraid of now.