Chapter 940 Raging Flames

When her back slammed into his hard chest, Shang Ruyi was still a little dazed. When she came to her senses and tried to struggle to get up, the person behind her didn't give her a chance at all. Her slender waist was already tightly held by those strong arms.

Her cheeks burned, and her face immediately turned red to the roots of her ears.

Yuwen Ye's hot breath brushed against her earlobe, making her ears feel as if they were on fire.

Shang Ruyi said softly, "What are you doing?!"

What do you think?

Yuwen Ye's voice, tinged with laughter, rang leisurely in her ear, making Shang Ruyi's cheeks flush even more. She felt both ashamed and resentful, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Weren't you going to read a book?"

"I don't want to read books, I want to—"

As they spoke, Yuwen Ye had already taken her earlobe into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth. The pain and tingling sensation spread from her earlobe throughout her entire body, instantly draining all her strength. Her already boneless body went limp, and she was lifted onto the bed in one swift motion. Holding her with one arm, Yuwen Ye forcefully waved the other to the side, the gust of wind from his long sleeve extinguishing the candlestick beside the bed, plunging the entire inner chamber into complete darkness.

In the darkness, a series of sounds of entanglement and rubbing rang out. Shang Ruyi had just let out a soft moan when it was immediately swallowed up by something.

Suddenly, the wind howled and the rain poured down.

After an unknown amount of time, the Thousand Autumns Palace, which was filled with a beautiful atmosphere, finally quieted down again.

Shang Ruyi lay on the bed, staring blankly at the pitch blackness before her, which seemed like emptiness. After a while, she felt her soul, which had been shaken and swayed by the violent tremors, return to her body. Then, she immediately felt a large hand reach out from the side and gently, yet firmly, embrace her.

Turning my head, I met a pair of bright eyes.

Their eyes met, and their skin touched again. The overwhelming sensation surged through Shang Ruyi's heart once more, and her cheeks flushed even more. Fortunately, it was pitch black now, so Yuwen Ye probably couldn't tell.

But in the darkness, he let out a long sigh that seemed to be of satisfaction.

The hand tightened its grip, pulling Shang Ruyi into its embrace.

At this moment, both of their bodies were burning hot, sweaty and still throbbing with excitement. Such skin-to-skin contact was not very comfortable, but Shang Ruyi still obediently nestled into his arms, even reaching out to hug his waist. The two embraced each other tightly, like twins.

The two listened quietly to each other's heartbeats. After some time, Yuwen Ye said, "After I leave, you must take good care of yourself."

"Um."

"We also need to take good care of Yuanzi."

His name is Yuan Gan.

"ah--"

A soft laugh came from above, followed by a sigh. He seemed somewhat helpless about the fact that he had to leave his son's side before he even had a chance to get to know the name. After all, once he left, he didn't know when he would return.

This battle will not be easy.

As Shang Ruyi pressed against his chest, almost able to hear the heartbeats pounding in his thick chest, her emotions gradually shifted from initial ecstasy to calm, and then a shadow of gloom settled over her.

No matter how much she hoped that Yuwen Ye would seize military power, lead troops into battle, achieve great deeds, and realize his dreams, war is war. No matter how capable a general is, he cannot guarantee that he will win every battle, let alone guarantee his safety forever.

Anything can happen on the battlefield.

If only she could have gone with him to the front lines like before, and known everything that happened there, she would have been informed immediately of any dangers or hardships, and the two of them could have faced them together. But now—

Thinking it over, she whispered, "I want to—"

Before she could finish speaking, Yuwen Ye gritted his teeth and interrupted her fiercely: "What are you thinking? Stop thinking nonsense!"

"..."

Shang Ruyi was taken aback by his shout, then gave a wry smile.

It seems the two of them really know each other too well; before she even finished speaking, Yuwen Ye already knew what she wanted.

But after thinking about it, she still felt a little unconvinced, so she said softly, "Why not? It's not like I haven't been before. I've been to Fufeng before, and Tai—"

Before she could utter the word "original," the hand that was wrapped around her waist suddenly tightened its grip.

Shang Ruyi felt herself being lifted up, and before she could react, her mouth was fiercely sealed. Yuwen Ye bit her lips hard as if he wanted to devour her, until her lips were swollen and almost bleeding. She cried out in pain and trembled all over before he released her.

The hot breath, still carrying a strong desire and a deeper, indescribable emotion, blew onto Shang Ruyi's face, making her flinch.

"If you dare mention Taiyuan to me again, I'll—"

Although it was pitch black, she could still see the bright eyes in front of her. Unlike his usual cold and calm demeanor, his eyes were now burning with intense flames as he stared intently at her. The flames seemed to burn out of his eyes, igniting both of them and burning them to ashes.

Shang Ruyi suddenly understood.

Taiyuan...

Last time in Taiyuan, although she went to war with him, she did not live to see the success of the campaign. Instead, she was kidnapped by Ashina Zhuxie in Qixian.

Yuwen Ye gave up the credit for the Battle of Taiyuan and went to the Turkic camp to rescue her.

Sensing the lingering fear and unease in his breath, Shang Ruyi suddenly understood. The incident of her being kidnapped, or rather, that memory, was still unbearable for Yuwen Ye to recall. If there had been any accident at the time, perhaps their lives would never have turned back, and they might even be separated by death now.

Where else could such a tender and sweet moment come from?

Thinking of this, Shang Ruyi suddenly felt a lump in her throat, and an even hotter surge of heat welled up from the bottom of her heart, so hot that her vision blurred. She bit her lower lip, stretched out her arms to hug the person in front of her, and even used a little force to press her soft body tightly against his, feeling his sweaty, taut muscles. And, as if to comfort him, she offered her lips, which were already bitten and scarred, and kissed his tightly pursed lips.

Yuwen Ye's lips twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"I--"

Just as Shang Ruyi was about to make a promise or guarantee, before she could even speak, Yuwen Ye's actions were filled with an irrepressible urge. He grabbed her waist and forcefully pressed her down beneath him.

Although she was determined to do it tonight and had made ample preparations, Shang Ruyi forgot that she had never had control over the matter.

The flames roared and burned everything to ashes.

The night grew deeper.