Chapter 104 The next day, "Are you satisfied now?"

Front study.

The night was deep, and only a horn lamp was lit in the room, casting a soft, lingering light on the couch.

In a half-dreaming, half-awake state, Cui Ying felt as if her whole body had been run over by a car wheel several times. She was so weak and powerless that the parts of her body that she couldn't even speak of burned with excruciating pain.

Even more terrifying, in her hazy state, she felt as if her knees were being folded under her neck, causing her to furrow her brow in unease even in her dream.

"...I can't come...I can't come."

Her throat was soft and hoarse, as if she had survived a disaster; her voice trembled slightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a very soft chuckle, followed by an extremely gentle voice: "I'm not coming anymore. I'm helping you wash up. Go to sleep peacefully."

Xiao Qiyu held a warm, damp cloth and gently wiped her hands, as carefully as if brushing a feather, a stark contrast to her previous domineering and fierce demeanor.

Perhaps feeling comfortable even in her dream, Cui Ying's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, her breathing became even, and she fell into a deep sleep.

After wiping her entire body clean, Xiao Qiyu checked her hair again to make sure it was completely dry before blowing out the candle and getting into bed.

Even in her deep sleep, Cui Ying seemed to be aware of something. Sensing a hot mass approaching her, she instinctively moved to the corner of the wall, keeping a safe distance.

Before her back could even touch the wall, a long arm suddenly reached out and pulled her soft body into its embrace.

Cui Ying was initially resistant, grumbling several times in dissatisfaction, but she couldn't be pushed away no matter what, so she gave in. After her body relaxed, she instinctively rubbed against his broad chest, found a comfortable position, curled up, and fell asleep.

I didn't sleep very soundly.

Cui Ying began to dream.

In her dream, she was still under that weeping crabapple tree, the night rain still drizzling, and pink blossoms falling like snowflakes.

But what fell on her was not raindrops or petals, but a gleaming dagger. The dagger was strangely shaped, with an unusually thick and long blade. It stabbed her repeatedly without warning. The wounds didn't bleed much, but the pain was excruciating. The pain of her flesh being forcibly torn open shot up her spine and spread throughout her body, making her tremble helplessly in her dreams and let out weak sobs.

"No...no more..." She curled up into a ball, her already petite body looking even smaller and more pitiful.

Xiao Qiyu was not fast asleep.

Sensing her unease, he looked down and, by the moonlight streaming in through the window, saw her furrowed brows and the moisture welling in her eyes. His heart ached instantly, and he tightened his arms around her.

All the exhilarating pleasure vanished, and now a dense wave of regret washed over him, making him feel suffocated by guilt.

"Good Tuantuan," he gently kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, murmuring words of comfort, "I was wrong, I won't do it again."

As he gently comforted her, Cui Ying's tears gradually stopped. Not only did she stop resisting him, she also buried herself deeper into his arms, her tense body softening again.

...

As the sun rose high in the sky, the bright spring sunlight streamed through the window, gilding the furnishings in the room with a soft golden edge. Dust motes danced in the light, seemingly alive with joy.

Cui Ying woke up slowly, her body aching all over. The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with Xiao Qiyu's sleeping face, which was right next to hers.

A few strands of jet-black hair lay scattered on the pillow, making his pale skin appear even more striking. His usually deep and sharp phoenix eyes were now peacefully closed, his long, thick eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them, trembling slightly with his steady breathing. The morning light perfectly outlined the contours of his profile, from his sharp forehead to the prominent bridge of his nose, and finally to his well-defined chin—every feature exquisitely handsome.

Only her beautifully shaped thin lips seemed a little off.

Not only was the color unusually red, but it also had two rows of teeth marks clearly visible on it, and the broken skin at the edges had scabbed over, with a slight oozing of bright red.

Looking at that mouth, Cui Ying's mind instantly went into overdrive.

Now it's behaving itself, but she remembers clearly how it did evil to her last night!

Overwhelmed with shame and indignation, Cui Ying could no longer bear it and raised her leg to kick the culprit hard.

But just as she was about to move, a tearing pain shot through her body, and her waist ached terribly. She gasped, unable to muster any strength at all.

Xiao Qiyu was a light sleeper and was awakened by her movement. He subconsciously reached out and pulled her into his arms, his voice still slightly hoarse from the morning: "Awake?"

Without thinking, Cui Ying raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

She used all her strength, and the sound of the slap was crisp and loud, lingering in the room.

A burning sensation came from my cheek, and half of my face felt numb from the pain, and my ears were ringing.

Xiao Qiyu was completely stunned, and then he was fully awake.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked down in disbelief.

The person in his arms was flushed with anger, her neck still bearing the mottled red marks left from the previous night, her almond-shaped eyes blazing with fury, almost ready to burn him to ashes.

After a brief moment of surprise, Xiao Qiyu, without saying a word, grabbed Cui Ying's hand and, with a sharp "smack," struck his other cheek—

"Are you crazy!" For the first time, Cui Ying had never seen someone not fight back after being hit, but instead hit themselves. As if burned, she suddenly pulled her hand back, her eyes wide with fright.

This slap was much harder than the one she had given earlier, and half of Xiao Qiyu's face swelled up instantly.

"Are you satisfied now?"

Xiao Qiyu's tone was extremely calm, his gaze fixed on her intently, and he grabbed her hand again: "If you're not satisfied, then keep hitting her."

Cui Ying forcefully pulled her hand back, her body involuntarily shrinking back. Although she was forceful, her tone became hesitant: "What's the use of hitting you? Anyway... anyway, it's already like this."

Xiao Qiyu's brow twitched violently.

He didn't even flinch after taking two slaps, but upon hearing those words, his eyebrows instantly rose, his voice deepening as he said unhappily, "What do you mean 'it's already like this'? Am I, Xiao Qiyu, some kind of lowlife? You were clinging to me before, wanting to do it with me, and now that it's over, you're suddenly unwilling?"

Cui Ying, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, nearly had her hair stand on end, and she abruptly covered her ears: "Don't say that word to me!"

"Which word?" Xiao Qiyu narrowed his phoenix eyes, looking at her leisurely, deliberately leaning close to her ear, breathing softly into her bright red earlobe, "Do?"

Cui Ying's face instantly turned red, and she glared at him angrily.

Xiao Qiyu simply grabbed both of her hands, pulled them away from her ears, brought his face close to hers, looked into her eyes, and said, "I'm not just going to say it, I'm going to continue—"

"Cui Ying, I regret that we slept together so late last night. I had a really good time last night, a really good time."

"Smack!"

The third slap landed.

Cui Ying was furious, her face flushed red from head to toe, and it seemed as if wisps of smoke were rising from her head. Her chest heaved violently.

Xiao Qiyu's inner robe was wide open at the collar, his abdominal muscles bulging with each breath. He tilted his head to look at her expression, and pressed the tip of his tongue against her numb cheek: "It feels even better now."

"Get out of here!" Cui Ying grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Xiao Qiyu didn't argue. He got up briskly, put on his clothes, fastened his belt, and strode towards the door. As the door opened and closed, he actually left without looking back.

Cui Ying was even angrier.

She simply couldn't believe it.

A surge of even greater anger welled up inside her, accompanied by intense resentment, and Cui Ying's eyes reddened.

But she stubbornly refused to cry, instead pounding the blankets fiercely, exclaiming angrily, "He's gone? He's gone just like that! Even a night of passion is worth a hundred days of kindness. We were so intimate last night, and now he treats me like this? It's true what they say in the storybooks: every single man is heartless and ungrateful, a bunch of scoundrels who turn their backs on me as soon as they're done with their pants on!"

Just as she was getting into her rant, the door creaked open again.

Xiao Qiyu came against the light, holding a steaming bowl of red date and bird's nest porridge.

He walked to the bedside, sat down, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to Cui Ying's lips: "Open your mouth."

Faced with this figure that had returned, Cui Ying felt a mix of emotions, unable to describe her feelings. The only thing she was certain of was that she was still very angry, so she turned her head away and said coldly, "I'm not hungry, I can't eat."

Xiao Qiyu glanced at her, said nothing, and directly put the spoonful of porridge into his own mouth. Then he pinched her chin, leaned down, and skillfully pried open her teeth with his long tongue—

The warm bird's nest was delicate and sweet, as if it had been stewed long in advance and kept warm for a long time. As soon as it entered Cui Ying's mouth, it slid down her throat.

After feeding her one bite, Xiao Qiyu let go of her and went to suckle a second time.

"etc!"

Cui Ying was panting heavily, her words becoming softer and weaker, and she said angrily, "I'll eat, I'll eat, okay? You stop, no... shut up!"

Seeing that she had finally behaved, Xiao Qiyu stopped what he was doing, gently wiped the porridge stains from her lips with his fingertips, scooped up a spoonful, and fed it to Cui Ying again.

Cui Ying awkwardly opened her lips and took it in.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to speak.

Before we knew it, the bowl of porridge was empty.

After finishing her porridge, Cui Ying wanted to get out of bed and leave this place of trouble. Before anyone could get out of bed, she just wanted to put on her clothes, but her legs became sore and weak. The unspeakable pain made her frown instantly, and she could hardly sit up.

"Don't move."

Xiao Qiyu frowned and pressed her down. The calm shell on his face finally cracked, and his eyes were full of panic: "I have found a female doctor for you. She will be here soon. After she examines your injuries, I will take you back."

"A female doctor?" Cui Ying was taken aback. "Where did you find her?"

“It was asked for by my grandmother.”

"Wh-what?" Cui Ying thought she had misheard, blinked, and asked him again, "Say it again, where did you find it?"

Xiao Qiyu pursed his lips and spoke the truth as before: "I told my grandmother that you were not feeling well and that the imperial physician, being a man, was not able to relieve himself. After that, she didn't ask any questions and directly introduced me to a female doctor."

Ignoring the pain, Cui Ying collapsed back into bed, burying her face in the pillow. She rolled around in agony, wailing in despair, "It's all over! Grandmother must know! If Grandmother knows, then my aunts will know, and if they know, then the whole household will know! Now everyone knows that we were so passionate last night that we even needed to see a doctor the next day! It's all over, I can't leave the house!"

Seeing her acting like she was about to die, Xiao Qiyu felt a surge of anger. He wanted to ask her what she was so embarrassed about. They were a law-abiding couple who had gone through the proper procedures of marriage. Even if they caused injuries or broke three beds, what was the big deal? What was there to be ashamed of?

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Qiyu was momentarily blinded by the sight of a snow-white figure on the couch.

After washing Cui Ying last night, he only dressed her in his own undergarment, which barely covered her body. Now, after she rolled around a couple of times, the large undergarment was completely open, revealing her black hair and snow-white skin.

"Then don't go out. Stay inside and wait for me every day," Xiao Qiyu said abruptly, his voice slightly hoarse.

Cui Ying sensed something was off about his tone and turned her head to glance down along his tightly bound leather belt...

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him again: "You beast!"

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Author's Note: What a tiring day! Words can't express everything [crying emoji]. Regarding some cough-cough content, can it be posted on Big Eyes? The answer is no. Private messages also carry risks. The author will face severe penalties for spreading this content in any form. Simply put, this book's traffic on the site has reached its limit.