Chapter 224 World Nine (Twenty-one)

Their eyes met, and it felt as if a quiet stream flowed slowly between them, silent and serene. Lu Yuanhui's palm caressed Bao Shan's cheek, his fingertips sliding across the delicate, tofu-like skin.

Although there were not many words, Lu Yuanhui felt calm in his heart, as if a ship floating and tossing on the sea had finally found its home.

Lu Yuanhui's gaze shifted slightly, taking in Baoshan's fragile form and pitiful face, and he felt a strange tension. A person as delicate as Baoshan was, as fragile as delicate porcelain; the slightest blow could send her reeling. Yet, even with such a delicate woman, Lu Yuanhui found warmth within her. With Baoshan's complete devotion and care, he, like a kite drifting in the wind, felt a slender string emerge from thin air, held in her soft embrace, her direction controlled.

Lu Yuanhui knew he had little emotional connection, whether it was family or romantic. But as several blades approached his neck, his entire body aching, a strange thought occurred to him: If he died, would the precious fan weep for him, just as it had for Wei Mao?

Love wasn't everything to Lu Yuanhui; it only troubled him for a moment. The next moment, Lu Yuanhui fought back fiercely, mercilessly killing those who besieged him.

The sun set, its afterglow casting a shadow on Lu Yuanhui. He looked coldly at the mess on the ground, a touch of loneliness suddenly emerging from his aloof expression. Lu Yuanhui twitched the corners of his mouth, and a soft laugh escaped his throat.

——Baoshan would cry for him, because Baoshan was a weak person and would be sad no matter who died.

However, it would never be like how she treated Wei Mao, where she was heartbroken, thinking about him day and night, kneeling in front of the small Buddhist temple all day, praying for Wei Mao to be reborn peacefully.

After all, Lu Yuanhui was not Bao Shan's husband. How could the pain be compared to the pain of losing a husband?

The broad palm is covered by a boneless hand.

The cool chalcedony bead bracelet pressed tightly against the back of Lu Yuanhui's hand, leaving a round red mark.

Baoshan's hand was small, barely covering half of Lu Yuanhui. Her hand was so soft and fluffy that it felt light and airy to the touch, and no one knew how it happened.

Baoshan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were pure. She seemed to be confused and tilted her head slightly, causing Lu Yuanhui's palm to feel tingling.

"I am delighted by your gift. Did you buy it?"

Lu Yuanhui denied it, saying, "It was a reward from His Majesty."

Hearing this, Bao Shan's eyes flashed with loneliness, but soon became bright again. She looked at Lu Yuan with admiration and replied: "Your Excellency is truly capable to receive the reward from His Majesty."

This was the first time Lu Yuan heard such direct praise. His eyes froze slightly and he withdrew his hand.

Bao Shan moved closer to Lu Yuanhui. She did not go directly into Lu Yuanhui's arms, but just leaned lightly on his shoulder, like a young bird clinging to the branch that made her feel safe.

"Just being around you, sir, makes me feel at peace... This world is truly amazing. There are people like you, brave and invincible, but there are also useless people like me... I wonder when I can be like you, sir."

Bao Shan gently leaned on Lu Yuanhui's shoulder, her tone filled with loneliness. Lu Yuanhui said in a deep voice, "That's not necessary."

He tried to praise Baoshan: "You are very good."

She is kind-hearted and friendly to others. It seems that all the beautiful words can be applied to Baoshan.

But Lu Yuanhui simply said, "You're fine," and that was the end of it. Bao Shan was clearly comforted by these words. Her eyes curved, and she temporarily forgot about the unpleasantness and said softly, "Your Excellency is fine too."

Lu Yuanhui accompanied Baoshan to the small Buddhist temple. Baoshan was still a little weak. On the way, Lu Yuanhui supported Baoshan several times before Baoshan stopped stumbling.

Baoshan knelt on the mat and handed some blessing paper into the copper basin.

Lu Yuanhui, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, knelt on the cushion beside Baoshan. He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and moved his thin lips slightly, not knowing what he was praying for.

When he opened his eyes again, there was more clarity and determination in Lu Yuanhui's eyes.

He turned and looked at Baoshan, who was still reciting scriptures devoutly. Her soft lips opened and closed, revealing her teeth as white as woven shells and her small, soft tongue.

The sound of the treasure fan was originally clear and pleasant, and now because the person was reciting scriptures, it had an even more ancient charm.

The Buddha statue covered in golden light stands in the center, looking solemn and dignified.

In the small Buddhist temple, even the hanging gauze curtains were of a thick dark red color, making it impossible for anyone to have any blasphemous thoughts.

But Lu Yuan looked back at Baoshan for a long time. With his deep gaze, he described Baoshan's eyebrows, eyes, and beautiful appearance.

The melodious sound of reciting scriptures did not calm Lu Yuan down.

The occasional long chirping of cicadas outside the window reflected Lu Yuanhui's mood at the moment.

Baoshan was born so beautiful that even the hair on her cheek was soft and lovely.

She recited the scriptures quietly, then opened her beautiful eyes and spoke softly.

"My Lord, I have prayed for your blessing."

Lu Yuanhui's throat was hoarse, and he forced himself to speak normally and asked, "What are you asking for?"

A shy blush suddenly appeared on her jade-white cheeks, and Baoshan replied timidly: "I hope your wish will be fulfilled and everything will go well for you."

His mind went blank, and a roaring sound filled his ears. Lu Yuanhui could no longer hear the sounds around him: the sound of the wind blowing open the window lattice, the disturbing chirping of cicadas, the sound of a long candle burning out and falling into the incense burner...

Lu Yuanhui could only see the soft lips gently opening, wanting him to get what he wanted.

What does he wish for in his heart?

Lu Yuanhui had no time to think. He seemed to be out of control of reason and acted solely on instinct.

As Bao Shan called out softly, Lu Yuan hugged her back.

The slender and flexible waist was now held in Lu Yuanhui's hands.

Lu Yuan leaned back, his eyes swept across Bao Shan's slender and fragile neck, and looked down.

In addition to her soft waist, he could hold many objects in one hand...

"Sir... um..."

In the beautiful eyes of Baoshan trembling gently, Lu Yuan kissed the soft lips like petals, which were like glutinous rice dumplings, sweet and delicious, with endless aftertaste.

Lu Yuanhui held the precious fan in his arms, with its long sleeves hanging down, revealing its pale arms. Its slender fingers tightly grasped Lu Yuanhui's outer robe, leaving a mess of wrinkles.

It was clearly Lu Yuan who took the initiative, but his behavior was awkward. He held Bao Shan's lips in a rather unfamiliar manner, making a sucking sound that made Bao Shan's cheeks flush red, and she felt ashamed and angry.

The small Buddhist temple is a quiet place, but Lu Yuanhui has never believed in ghosts and gods. Instead, he hugged the treasure fan tightly here.

Lu Yuanhui's palm gently stroked Baoshan's thin and delicate back. The rough palm made Baoshan tremble through the thin shirt.

Her lips were already as red as blood from Lu Yuan's kiss, and she could hardly breathe.

In the next instant, Lu Yuanhui mastered the art of tongue-tapping, striking Baoshan's lips and teeth with his tongue, and with an extremely forceful attitude, he seized Baoshan's territory. The entanglement continued until the connection was severed.

The precious fan could not withstand Lu Yuanhui's strength. She leaned weakly on his chest, feeling his tense muscles and tight waist and abdomen, her heart pounding.

"No, sir, let me go..."

But how could Lu Yuanhui let go? He was enjoying himself and felt the fun of getting along between men and women, so he would definitely not let go easily.

Lu Yuan recalled that when he was in the pottery shop, those men came up to him, made faces and said obscene words.

What was originally a filthy thing has now become a raging fire, burning fiercely in Lu Yuan's body.

Lu Yuanhui pinched Baoshan's slender waist with one hand and stroked her black hair with the other.

She had extremely beautiful hair, as soft as silk and a dazzling black color.

Lu Yuanhui couldn't let it go, and he soothed the fan with the same movements as if he were combing his hair, as if teasing a kitten.

Baoshan's bare hands tightly grasped Lu Yuanhui's outer robe, gradually losing strength, and slowly slid down to Lu Yuanhui's strong waist, turning struggle into dependence.

Lu Yuanhui released Baoshan's lips and pecked her slender neck, leaving a few bright red spots.

The slender swan-like neck was slightly raised under Lu Yuanhui's caress, revealing its crystal whiteness.

The smooth and delicate jade is covered with mottled marks.

Baoshan was powerless to resist, but with tears in the corners of her eyes and a confused look on her face, she obviously didn't understand why she trusted.

Lu Yuanhui, who was relied upon, would suddenly act like this.

Lu Yuan leaned over and kissed away the tears at the corners of Bao Shan's eyes. He rolled his tongue, and a hint of confusion and passion appeared on his usually calm and steady face.

He looked at the treasure fan with a serious look in his eyes, his obsidian eyes were filled with a dark color that was difficult to understand.

"It's bitter."

"You hate me."

It wasn't a question, but a tone of certainty.

Lu Yuan looked back at the situation he and Bao Shan were in, wondering why things had developed to this point.

He almost stripped off the precious fan, and the smock he was wearing was thrown to the ground.

Although she still wore her plain dress, it was loose and disheveled, and the thin shoulders of Bao Shan were exposed and covered with bite marks.

As for Lu Yuanhui, his condition was not much better.

His clothes were all wrinkled into a ball, and his lower garment was unwearable.

No matter who it is, if they barge in at this moment, they will blame the two of them for doing such a shameful thing in the small Buddhist temple.

Confused thoughts still lingered in Lu Yuanhui's mind.

But Lu Yuanhui didn't want to attribute this matter to a momentary impulse. He knew very well what he wanted.

It was like this in the past and it is like this now.

When Baoshan heard Lu Yuan's reply about "hate", she frowned and looked worried, totally unaware of how attractive she was now.

With her soft personality, if someone else did this to her, she would definitely hate that person and feel depressed, but this person...

It was Lu Yuanhui, the Lu Yuanhui who took her in and protected her. How could Baoshan be so cruel as to blame him?

So, under Lu Yuanhui's deep gaze, Baoshan shook her head gently, and with the lips that Lu Yuanhui had kissed countless times, she said softly, "I won't hate you, sir."

After saying this, Baoshan lowered his head, his eyes full of self-blame: "Did I do something wrong to cause the adults to do this..."

Lu Yuanhui once again blocked Baoshan's lips, caressing the softness with his palm. His voice was steady and soothing: "It has nothing to do with you. I just had such thoughts for no reason."

Bao Shan showed surprise, but Lu Yuanhui's increasingly skillful kisses made her head fuzzy and she had no time to think about anything. She could only sob and beg Lu Yuanhui not to kiss her so eagerly, as she was almost having difficulty breathing.

Lu Yuanhui pulled out the arm that had the treasure fan wrapped around his waist, opened his fingers slightly, and passed them through the gaps between the fingers of the treasure fan, interlocking their fingers.

My body aches slightly, and it needs a gentle breeze and soft hands to soothe it.

Lu Yuanhui's voice trembled with excitement, and for the first time in his life, he showed a pleading look: "Baoshan, help me."

Helping him heal his wounds, Lu Yuanhui could still endure it when he rushed back to the capital to meet the emperor.

Just like the previous times, it was just a minor injury and he didn't take it seriously.

But now that he saw the treasured fan, the injury suddenly became fragile, making him unbearable.

The inexplicable pain coming from inside the body also requires the treasure fan.

The soft hand, with a gentle breeze, caressed the wound on Lu Yuanhui's body that was cut by the blade.

The scars were so deep that the bones could be seen, causing Baoshan's body to tremble slightly, and his palms to shake.

But Lu Yuanhui's brows relaxed, and he gently coaxed Baoshan and touched him again.

Now that I have a beautiful woman by my side, I will no longer have to spend lonely and desolate nights.

The small Buddhist hall was filled with silence, with occasional rustling sounds and shadowy figures.

White smoke curled up from the double-handled incense burner, lingering in the room, making the scene seem like a dream.