Chapter 12 Lucky Dog.

He spoke with such righteous indignation and high-sounding words that Meng Yu inwardly sneered.

If he truly understood her, he should have completely let go of the idea the moment she rejected him for the first time.

Meng Yu didn't know what she had done to make him have the illusion that she liked him too, but he shouldn't have, after she risked her life to save him, openly and secretly pressured her.

He merely controlled his lower body desires, yet he spoke as if he had done something worthy of everyone's praise. Meng Yu was speechless.

She just rubbed against him forcefully, and the hands around his waist tightened even more.

Sensing her change, Lu Xiuyi slightly turned his wrist and placed his calloused palm on the back of her hand, his voice rising slightly to reveal his good mood: "You should relax a bit, I'm having trouble breathing."

Meng Yu then loosened her grip.

Her hair brushed against Lu Xiuyi's chest, where tears had soaked through, unknowingly arousing his restless heart.

Lu Xiuyi couldn't help but say, "If you continue like this, I really won't be able to hold back my promise."

Startled, Meng Yu jumped up instantly and sat down to the side, her face flushed.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Lu Xiuyi chuckled: "Still sitting on the couch? Could it be that you can't bear to part with your master?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Yu's face instantly turned bright red, and she hurriedly fetched paper and pen: "Master's clothes have been wet by this servant. This servant will go and prepare water for Master to bathe."

After finishing writing, she didn't dare to look at it any longer. She quickly stuffed the notebook into Lu Xiuyi's hand and went into the inner room without looking back.

It would take time to fill the pool. Meng Yu had acted out a scene with trepidation, and her heart was still pounding. She didn't dare to go out, so she just sat to the side and patted her face to calm herself down.

Fortunately, Lu Xiuyi didn't rush in until the pool was full of water, giving Meng Yu a chance to catch her breath.

When she had rested enough, the pool was full. She let out a soft breath, composed her facial expression, and then walked out with her head down.

Lu Xiuyi had already straightened his clothes and sat down by the window. His slender fingers were pressing the pages of a book, and the sunlight streaming in through the window cast a hazy glow on his figure.

He seemed so engrossed in watching that he didn't notice anyone approaching.

The notebook sat on a corner of the desk.

Just as Meng Yu was about to pick it up, the man suddenly looked up from his book, turned his head to look at her, and slightly raised his thin lips: "Is the water ready?"

Even after all this time, the blush on her face had not faded.

Meng Yu lowered her eyes and nodded.

Lu Xiuyi closed the book, casually tossed it on the table, and walked towards her.

"look up."

From the window to her, it was only a few steps away. His tall figure loomed over her, blocking the sunlight streaming in through the window. Meng Yu didn't know what he was going to do, and upon hearing his words, she instinctively looked up.

Before I knew it, my lips were wet.

The man's face loomed large before her eyes. She was slightly startled and instinctively wanted to push him away, but when she placed her hand on his chest, she managed to control herself.

She had finally managed to lower his guard, and she couldn't afford to let it all go to waste.

But to Lu Xiuyi, Meng Yu's appearance was a case of feigned reluctance. He pried open her soft lips with his long tongue and kissed her more fiercely, the sweet taste making him unable to stop.

Just as Meng Yu's body went limp and she could barely breathe, Lu Xiuyi, having tasted the sweetness, reluctantly parted from her lips.

His broad palms were still resting on her waist, the soft touch making him feel a surge of desire. He barely managed to restrain himself and said in a low, husky voice, "I had someone stew some turtle and fritillaria soup. Go and get it for me."

Meng Yu was still recovering from the kiss and was breathing lightly when she heard this and looked up in confusion.

Her eyebrows curved slightly, her gentleness almost overflowing, and her rosy, glistening lips testified to the success of his repeated crushing. Lu Xiuyi couldn't help but raise his hand and gently wipe the corner of her lips.

His calloused fingertips gently caressed her lips, and Meng Yu deliberately trembled slightly.

Lu Xiuyi's lips indeed curled into a smile: "You're weak, you should take this opportunity to nourish yourself properly, otherwise, how will you be able to withstand me in the future?"

Meng Yu looked embarrassed, lowered her head, raised her fist and gently punched his chest, then ran out without looking back.

The man behind him laughed twice and then went into the inner room.

Upon arriving at the kitchen, the turtle and fritillaria soup had just been prepared. Aunt Qu smiled and ladled it into a soup bowl, handing it to Meng Yu and flattering her, saying, "This was personally ordered by the young master to be made for you, Miss. You are so lucky."

Meng Yu didn't reply to her, but simply accepted the soup with a blank expression and went back upstairs.

The turtle soup was originally extremely delicious, but Meng Yu always found it bland.

For the next two weeks or so, Lu Xiuyi went to great lengths to have all sorts of tonics prepared for Meng Yu, to the point that she was practically sick of them.

Meng Yu wanted to refuse, but when she met his dark, deep eyes, she couldn't bring herself to say the words.

Lu Xiuyi was a man of his word. At most, he would just pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately for a while, and then he would never cross the line again.

Meng Yu counted the days on her fingers, feeling as if each day was a year.

As things continued to unfold, fortunately, in just two days, they would reach Longtang. The passenger ship would dock at the pier to pick up passengers and would not set sail again until the afternoon of the following day.

During this time, if any passengers wish to go ashore for a stroll, they have plenty of time.

This is a good time.

It was also her only chance.

***

The night was so thick it seemed impenetrable, carrying a chill that seeped into the half-open window, blowing the curtains hanging to the ground. Meng Yu lay in Lu Xiuyi's arms, and when the cold wind blew, she deliberately snuggled closer to his chest.

Since that day, Lu Xiuyi would carry her to the bed every night and linger there for a long time until late at night. When she was so sleepy that she didn't know what was going on, and he had kissed her face with satisfaction, he would let her go.

Meng Yu was initially worried that he might do something uncontrollable, but after observing him for a few days, she found that apart from kissing and hugging, he did nothing else.

She was finally relieved.

Seeing her gentle and obedient appearance, Lu Xiuyi picked up a strand of hair that had fallen to her chest and coiled it into a circle, seemingly quite pleased with it.

After a moment of silence, he casually asked, "What would you like to eat tomorrow? I'll have someone make it for you."

Meng Yu was racking her brains trying to figure out what excuse to use to get ashore without arousing Lu Xiuyi's suspicion. Now, hearing what he said, she immediately had an idea and shook her head against his hard chest.

She rubbed against him, feeling a slight itch. Lu Xiuyi didn't know what she meant. His clear, snow-like voice, devoid of its usual deep tone, held a hint of amusement as he whispered in her ear: "What does Jiaojiao mean by shaking her head? I don't understand."

You bastard.

Meng Yu cursed inwardly.

She clearly has a name and surname, but Lu Xiuyi loves to call her "Jiaojiao". Although she doesn't know how many times she has heard it, she still feels nauseous and can only bite her lip hard to suppress it.

She playfully punched his chest, paused for a moment, then took his hand and wrote on it word by word: "There are only a few kinds of food prepared on the ship, and I really can't think of what to eat."

As if afraid he wouldn't understand, she wrote each word very slowly, her slender white fingertips caressing her palm. An indescribable itch seeped from her palm into her limbs, making Lu Xiuyi feel unbearably hot.

He forced himself to calm down and lowered his head, barely managing to decipher the words she had written on his palm.

Meng Yu felt his body burning hot. This wasn't the first time; she was used to it and didn't think much of it.

Lu Xiuyi frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Speaking of which, we will arrive in Longtang at noon the day after tomorrow. The ship will dock at the pier for a day. Longtang's kiln-roasted chicken and crab roe pastry are famous. Since Jiaojiao is tired of the food on the ship, why don't I take you to try them?"

Over this period of time, Meng Yu's various behaviors have indeed made Lu Xiuyi feel that she genuinely likes him, so he doesn't guard up against her.

Lu Xiuyi actually brought this up himself, and Meng Yu was so happy that she almost couldn't help but jump out of his arms.

Meng Yu suppressed her overwhelming joy, calmed her surging emotions, and held his hand, writing in his palm: "It's just a momentary craving. I don't care what I eat. Going ashore is too much trouble, and you are busy with official duties, so how could I dare to trouble you?"

Even after spending more than half a month together, Meng Yu was still unsure how much Lu Xiuyi truly believed her, given how decisively she had refused him before. If she acted overjoyed, Lu Xiuyi would inevitably become suspicious.

To ensure everything went smoothly, Meng Yu carefully considered every word she uttered. At this moment, she leaned against Lu Xiuyi's chest, which served two purposes: firstly, to please him to the greatest extent possible, and secondly, to conveniently avoid his gaze and prevent him from spying on her expression.

Meng Yu didn't consider her acting skills to be very good. She was afraid that she would give herself away when their eyes met, so she simply buried her face in his chest to avoid that trouble.

If she had agreed immediately, Lu Xiuyi would have had some doubts, but now that he heard her say that, he had no doubts at all. He simply raised his hand and gently flicked the tip of her nose, smiling indulgently as he said, "You've become even lazier after just a short walk ashore. I've happened to have some free time these past two days and I'd like to try something new, so you mustn't spoil my fun."

Meng Yu was overjoyed and couldn't bear to miss such a good opportunity.

She didn't refuse again, only nodded slightly shyly, and tightened her grip around his waist.

Lu Xiuyi could no longer control himself, grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head, then flipped over and pressed down on her.

The unique scent of cedarwood, belonging only to men, enveloped Meng Yu tightly. The two figures on the bed were entangled for a long time before Lu Xiuyi finally released her, panting heavily.

Lu Xiuyi didn't consider himself a man of self-control, but when faced with the person beneath him, he didn't know where he got the strength to restrain himself, and he really couldn't bear to touch her.

The candlelight outside the tent flickered, casting a warm glow.

Lu Xiuyi braced his hands on either side of her, looking down at her. The person beneath him had a flushed face, and her lips were parting slightly. Looking through the small slit, he could see that they were glistening with moisture.

Suppressing his restlessness, he slumped to his side and lay down, his voice low and hoarse: "Go to sleep! If you don't go, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

Meng Yu was filled with unease and suppressed her nausea for a long time. Just when she was about to lose control, she finally heard Lu Xiuyi say those words as usual.

She hurriedly got up, lifted the curtain, and wanted to rush out, but she didn't dare to run too fast. She had to slow down, turn off the light at the bedside, and then hurry out.