Chapter 52 You're provoking me; the more he hurts me, the more he can savor the memory in the dead of night...
Gu Shanyue paused in her eating, and Qi Baitong looked at her with a questioning gaze.
Ignore him.
Gu Shanyue continued eating, quickly finishing her meal. Qi Baitong, who had packed her bundle earlier, slung it over her shoulder, and the two of them flew out at the sound of knocking on the door.
Gu Shanyue didn't turn his head back, but Qi Baitong glanced back and met Li Yuheng's shocked and angry gaze.
Qi Baitong's lips curled into a smile, and she turned her head away, no longer looking at him.
No matter how important Li Yuheng was, he was not as important as Wushan Jade. Qi Baitong was very happy to realize this.
The two traveled on their way. Gu Shanyue did not ask them to stop, so Qi Baitong did not slow down and stayed close to her at all times.
As soon as she reached out, he unscrewed the water bag and handed it to her; as soon as she reached out again, he took out some pastries and handed them to her.
As night fell and a cold wind blew, Gu Shanyue said, "Let's rest today."
The two landed. Gu Shanyue had taken the shortest route, which led through desolate wilderness where there was no one in sight.
In the chilly late autumn, Qi Baitong looked around to determine their location: "Let's walk further in and rest closer to the mountain wall; it will block the wind."
"Um."
Gu Shanyue nodded. She hadn't slept well last night, and had been traveling all day with great effort. She hadn't eaten well either, so she looked a little listless.
Qi Baitong noticed her expression and suddenly squatted down in front of her: "I'll carry you on my back."
Gu Shanyue blinked, smiled, jumped onto his back, and hugged his neck.
Qi Baitong caught her steadily, grasped her legs with his hands, and slowly stood up, steadily and firmly.
Gu Shanyue's legs swayed and slid down a little. Qi Baitong bent down and forcefully tossed her up.
Gu Shanyue then hugged his neck tightly, tilted her head, and touched his neck with her warm cheek: "You still have energy after walking all day."
Qi Baitong's breathing slowed for a moment, then quickened again, and she replied, "I always have the strength to carry you."
Gu Shanyue leaned on his shoulder and watched as his ears turned red.
She laughed and playfully blew on his red earlobe.
Qi Baitong paused, then continued walking as if nothing had happened, but her ears grew increasingly red.
Gu Shanyue stared at his reaction, then blew a breath into his ear, which turned bright red, along with his neck and face.
How come you become famous so easily?
Gu Shanyue was very curious. When she spoke, her breath brushed against his neck, and his body, which was pressed against his back, trembled slightly.
Qi Baitong took a breath in silence before saying, "I don't know either."
"Is it the same on other parts of your body? It turns red as soon as you blow on it or touch it?"
Qi Baitong carried Gu Shanyue on his back, and walked very steadily.
Gu Shanyue climbed up to him like she was climbing a tree, her hand sliding down his shoulder and slipping inside his clothes.
When the calloused hand slipped inside and touched his chest, Qi Baitong suddenly stopped.
He looked down and saw a bulge in his shirt, moving back and forth – it was Gu Shanyue's hand.
Just thinking about it makes my blood feel a little warmer.
Gu Shanyue was groping around aimlessly when he saw him stop and asked, "Why aren't you moving?"
Qi Baitong's Adam's apple bobbed: "Let's go."
His face was flushed, and he tried his best to keep his pace forward.
Gu Shanyue was just playing around. Her hand slipped into his outer garment, then into his inner garment, and her fingertips lifted the last thin layer of undergarment that still held her body heat. Her hand touched his firm, muscular chest, which was both bouncy and resilient.
She liked the feel of his chest, touching it repeatedly, as if it were a hand warmer.
Gu Shanyue turned her head to look at Qi Baitong. As soon as his breathing calmed down, she blew into his ear and started groping and pinching him with her hands, not letting him have any peace.
Qi Baitong knew she was playing with him, like a child playing with a toy, but he couldn't suppress the burning, passionate desire rising within him.
The more casual she was, the more moved he became.
Every touch, every inch of closeness, filled him with trembling excitement.
Not enough, he wanted more.
Gu Shanyue saw that he was still barely able to keep his footing, but his breathing was already as rapid as a hurricane, his waist was slightly hunched, and the muscles in his chest under her palm were also starting to get hot and hard, and she couldn't pinch them.
"Your stamina is lacking."
Gu Shanyue commented that just touching him would arouse him.
As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Baitong, who had been staring straight ahead with unwavering eyes, suddenly turned her head, her scarlet eyes meeting her clear black and white eyes, deep and dark like a surging tide.
Gu Shanyue blinked without noticing, and patted his hard chest muscles with her hand.
"Relax a bit, or you won't feel the touch."
Qi Baitong chuckled, leaned in and kissed her cheek, his tone helpless and indulgent: "I know."
He took a deep breath and relaxed slightly, and Gu Shanyue's fingers touched another patch of uneven skin.
Qi Baitong's body stiffened slightly; those were the scars on his body that hadn't completely disappeared.
Gu Shanyue also noticed the difference in the feel of the scar. She stroked the rough scar with her fingertips, from her chest all the way to her waist. To the naked eye, it didn't look like much, but when she touched it, Gu Shanyue realized that the scar was longer than her palm.
"What a long scar!" Gu Shanyue said with surprise.
Qi Baitong's tense body relaxed slightly for no reason. He looked away and softly replied, "Yes, it's very long."
Is this the longest scar on your body?
Gu Shanyue ran her fingers back and forth over the scar, without a trace of romantic feeling.
But Qi Baitong felt that the scar that had long since healed seemed to be starting to feel numb and itchy again, as if something like granulation tissue from a wound was growing out again.
He really wanted to grab that hand, put it in his mouth, and gently bite it.
"Maybe, I haven't compared them carefully." He calmly answered her question, freeing himself from distraction.
Gu Shanyue finally felt the scar start to burn, and her hand began to grope haphazardly, searching for another scar.
After searching for a while without success, Gu Shanyue became impatient, her small hands ramming against his chest like cannonballs.
Qi Baitong spoke in a hoarse voice: "Left."
Gu Shanyue tilted her head: "Huh? What did you say?"
"Three inches to the left." Qi Baitong's voice was soft yet husky, with a slight smile on his lips.
Gu Shanyue understood, her eyes lit up, and she pointed three inches to the left with her fingertips. Sure enough, she found another scar. The lines and depths of each scar were different, and they felt very novel to the touch.
“Next time you tie the leather straps around yourself, I’ll give you a good comparison and see which scar is the longest,” Gu Shanyue said earnestly.
Qi Baitong was speechless: "...Tie leather ropes?"
Gu Shanyue nodded seriously, not finding anything wrong with what he said at all.
"That's right. You usually refuse to take off your clothes in front of me, but the only time you did that was when you tied yourself up with leather ropes, you just took off all your clothes."
Qi Baitong: "..."
"Hurry up, or I'll pinch you," Gu Shanyue threatened him.
Qi Baitong's face flushed red, but her pace didn't quicken much.
Gu Shanyue felt he was being perfunctory, and pinched him hard without any politeness: "If you don't listen, I'll punish you."
Qi Baitong let out a muffled groan, her long eyelashes drooping and trembling, concealing the red and excited look in her eyes.
Gu Shanyue snorted, "How is it? Does it hurt?"
Qi Baitong hummed softly, "It doesn't hurt."
"Doesn't this hurt?"
Gu Shanyue was surprised and wanted to lift up his clothes to take a look. She didn't hold back and must have pinched his skin until it was red. He actually said it didn't hurt.
“It won’t hurt,” Qi Baitong said in a low voice after a moment of silence. “You can pinch it again.”
Gu Shanyue instantly became determined: "Are you provoking me?"
She had originally planned to let him go, but then she switched sides and pinched his chest hard.
"Does it hurt?"
Qi Baitong stopped, her face downcast, breathing heavily, and tightened her grip on her leg.
Gu Shanyue kicked her calf and said smugly, "Looks like it hurts this time." Everyone was so eager that they started pinching her calf.
She leaned on his shoulder, brushed aside the stray hairs from his forehead, and looked at his expression.
Qi Baitong turned his face around, revealing the same tough and cold face, but his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were burning with heat, as if he were about to set people on fire.
He slowly leaned closer, his breathing a little heavy: "A-Yue, kiss me."
Gu Shanyue smiled and readily agreed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head back, and pouted her lips.
A deep laugh escaped Qi Baitong's throat as he kissed her lips with a burning breath.
She was still on his back, and the two kissed in this awkward position, yet their kiss was still passionate and lingering.
Qi Baitong chased after Gu Shanyue, kissing her deeper and deeper until her breathing quickened with his rhythm. As he continued to chase, Gu Shanyue leaned back against his shoulder.
She was behind him, and he couldn't kiss her no matter what he did.
Gu Shanyue tilted her head and grinned mischievously, her lips glistening with moisture: "Alright, no more kissing."
Qi Baitong smiled, her lips moist.
He knew Gu Shanyue was making fun of him, but it didn't matter, because he was happy too.
Qi Baitong turned his face back, carried her on his back, and walked forward with steady steps.
The shadows of the trees in the forest were blurred, and it was already late. A thin crescent moon hung in the night sky. It was a desolate and lonely place, but Qi Baitong, carrying Gu Shanyue on his back, felt his heart burning with passion.
Gu Shanyue felt incredibly relaxed; her mood improved considerably after leaving Shengjing.
Moreover, Qi Baitong served her like a slave all the way, which made her even more comfortable.
The two walked towards the mountain wall and found a cave with traces of a fire inside, indicating that someone had rested there.
Even while inspecting the cave, Qi Baitong did not put Qi Gushan Yue down.
He lit a tinderbox, held it in his mouth, supported Gu Shanyue behind him with one hand, and cleared away debris from the cave with the other.
Gu Shanyue lay on his back, her head peeking out from his shoulder, watching him work efficiently with a tinderbox in his mouth, without uttering a word, showing the utmost dedication and hard work.
She patted his shoulder and jumped off his back.
Qi Baitong turned around, a hint of regret flashing in her eyes: "You don't want me to carry you anymore?"
Gu Shanyue scratched his head: "Why don't you put me down?"
Qi Baitong freed both hands, silently removed the tinder from his mouth, and held it in his hands. The firelight illuminated half of his eyebrows and eyes, casting a deep shadow on his brow bone, obscuring his indistinct gaze.
He answered lightly, "It doesn't matter."
Gu Shanyue: "...Okay." She didn't quite understand his thoughts.
Qi Baitong cleaned the cave quickly and even found firewood deep inside, saving him the effort of going out to collect firewood.
The fire quickly blazed up, and Gu Shanyue sat on a large, clean, white rock, resting his chin on his hand as he watched the flickering flames.
After Qi Baitong finished starting the fire, he got up and wiped the ash off his face. Seeing that Gu Shanyue's face was flushed red by the firelight, he took out a water bag, opened it, and brought it to her lips: "Drink some water to soothe your throat."
Gu Shanyue reached out to take it, but Qi Baitong shook her head: "I'll do it."
Gu Shanyue took two sips from his hand, and Qi Baitong asked, "Aren't you going to drink anymore?"
"I'm not thirsty." Gu Shanyue's mouth never stopped all day, as Qi Baitong kept feeding her.
Qi Baitong put the water bag back in, tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and drank the remaining half bag of water.
"Are you hungry? I'll go fetch some water and catch a few pheasants and rabbits while I'm at it," Qi Baitong said, adding worriedly, "Be careful by yourself. If anyone comes..."
Gu Shanyue raised an eyebrow, covered his mouth, and said teasingly, "If anyone comes over, remember to shout for help so I can rush to save your life."
A supple palm pressed against her lips, its touch cool and gentle. Qi Baitong held her hand, kissed her palm, and smiled, "I forgot, A-Yue is the most skilled swordsman."
Gu Shanyue tilted her head back and hummed, "It's good that you know."
The warm breath exhaled by Qi Baitong dampened his fingers. Gu Shanyue moved his hand away, wiped his fingers clean on Qi Baitong's clothes, and then patted his cheek lightly.
"Go."
Gu Shanyue was never polite or followed worldly rules and etiquette. Her straightforwardness sometimes appeared excessively rude or even frivolous.
But Qi Baitong liked it, and even wanted her to slap his face harder, so that it would hurt him the more it hurt, the more he could savor the memory in the dead of night.
Unfortunately, she wouldn't treat him that way.
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