Let's fight! Let's fight!
In the territory of the Liyuan clan, all was silent.
Fang Li, dressed in a silk nightgown, leaned against the window alone, gazing blankly at the bright moon floating in the chaotic air currents outside the window.
Everything that had happened during the day surged through her mind like a tide.
The grand welcome from the family, the deep affection of parents and brothers, the loving tears of the governor, and this vast and magical ancestral land of chaos... everything was so beautiful it seemed unreal.
At this moment, she felt an unsettling sense of walking on clouds. She sighed softly, her profile appearing slender and graceful in the moonlight, tinged with a hint of bewilderment.
"Squeak—"
A slight noise broke the silence in the room. The door was silently pushed open a crack.
Fang Li turned around abruptly upon hearing the sound, her heart skipping a beat!
A tall, upright figure, shrouded in the chill of the night, silently entered the room.
Ye Wuyang wore a dark black nightgown, the collar slightly open, revealing his sharp jawline and a small patch of collarbone. The moonlight outlined his handsome yet taut profile, and his deep, icy eyes were fixed on her by the window.
"Night...Night Without End?" She instinctively clutched her slightly open collar, took a half step back, and pressed her slender back against the cool, carved window frame. Her voice trembled slightly with a hint of surprise. "You...how did you get in?"
Ye Wuyang did not answer, but simply took long strides and approached step by step.
He stopped a step away from her, lowered his head to look at her. His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight tremor:
“Liuli…” he called her name from her past life, his voice heavy. “In my past life… I was incompetent and failed to protect you… I let you perish… it was my fault.” He raised his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to touch her cheek, which looked particularly soft in the moonlight, but at the moment he was about to touch her, he suddenly tightened his grip, forcibly pulled back, and clenched his fist at his side.
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, only unwavering determination and stubbornness remained in them: "In this life... Heaven has taken pity on me, allowing me to meet you again. I will never... let go again. Never."
Fang Li was overwhelmed by the intense emotion in his eyes, her voice trembling with tears: "Wait...wait! Ye Wuyang! The past life is the past life, the present is the present! I...my memories aren't complete...I haven't figured out...how to face you...how to face all of this..."
However, her retreat and refusal were like the last straw, breaking the restraint that Ye Wuyang had been struggling to maintain.
The last shred of reason in his eyes completely crumbled, and his gaze darkened.
"No need to think about it anymore." His voice was deep and domineering.
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender, soft waist, pulling her firmly into his embrace! His other hand quickly cupped the back of her head, giving her no chance to react, and his burning lips pressed down hard with a punishing force, silencing all her cries of surprise!
"Ugh—!"
The kiss initially carried a punishing domineering tone and a hint of anger.
But soon, the coolness was replaced by heat, becoming deep and lingering, with an instinctive yearning.
His tongue forcefully pried open her slightly parted teeth in surprise, wantonly seizing the sweet breath from her mouth.
Fang Li instinctively wanted to push him away, placing her hands on his chest, but she could clearly feel the violent, drum-like heartbeat in his chest cavity, as well as the scorching heat coming through his nightgown! The masculine and aggressive aura, mixed with his unique, cool cedar scent, completely enveloped her and gradually robbed her of all her ability to think.
A soft, delicate moan, unfamiliar even to herself, escaped uncontrollably from her throat.
Her body went limp involuntarily, a strong surge of excitement and familiarity washing over her, causing her fingertips, pressed against his chest, to tremble slightly, and her pitiful resistance to push him away to gradually dissipate…
Ye Wuyang clearly felt her softening and that unconscious moan. His body stiffened abruptly, then, as if greatly encouraged and stimulated, he kissed her more deeply and forcefully, tightening his arms around her waist and pressing her soft body closer to him.
Fang Li was suddenly jolted awake from her infatuation, and a huge sense of shame and panic erupted within her!
"Ugh... let me go..." She tried to turn her head away, avoiding his burning, pursuing lips, her voice trembling violently, "Ye Wuyang... you can't... you can't do this..."
Ye Wuyang released her lips with a panting breath, a thin, ambiguous saliva trailing between them. His forehead pressed against hers, their noses touching, their hot, rapid breaths mingling together.
He desperately suppressed the raging fire within him, his dark gaze locking onto her glistening, swollen lips. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Can't I do anything?" His burning breath sprayed onto her lips, carrying a deadly allure.
He suddenly turned his head, his cold lips brushing lightly against her already burning earlobe. In a deep and seductive voice, he breathed hot air into her ear and whispered, "...Have you forgotten? Li'er...In our past life...by the cold pool in the Glazed Palace...on the jade couch under the starry sky...you...liked it very much..." He deliberately slowed his speech, each word carrying explicit implications and alluring memories.
"Boom—!" Fang Li felt all the blood rush to her head, her ears turning bright red. She was both ashamed and anxious by the embarrassing content of his words and the hot, moist breath on her ear, and felt utterly humiliated!
"You...you shut up! Don't say it!" She was filled with shame and indignation, struggling to push him away. "That...that was a past life! It doesn't count! You...you're shameless!"
Seeing the misty tears welling up in her eyes, a look of grievance that seemed to be a mixture of emotion and anger, Ye Wuyang felt an even stronger surge of affection and possessiveness.
He held her tighter, as if trying to meld her into his very bones, his voice low and obsessive: "Li'er...you are mine...in the past, in this life, for all eternity...you can only be mine." His arms tightened around her, his tone tinged with a hint of grievance, "You can only love me! Don't push me away! I will never let you go...never."
Fang Li was trapped in his burning embrace and scorching breath, her body still weak, a strange emptiness and throbbing sensation even rising in a certain place, but a huge panic and helplessness surged in her heart. Just as she didn't know how to deal with this out-of-control situation...
"Bang--!"
The door was suddenly flung open with tremendous force!
Three figures, each exuding a chilling aura, burst in instantly!
Shen Yunzhou's face was ashen, his body radiating a chilling sword aura, and his gaze, sharp as an icy blade, shot directly at Ye Wuyang's hand, which was tightly gripping Fang Li's waist: "Let her go!" His voice was icy cold.
Ji Qianqiu roared, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "Night Ice Block! How dare you bully my junior sister! I'll fight you to the death!"
Xie Chen waved his jade fan, his eyes icy cold: "Immortal Venerable Wuyang, barging into a woman's boudoir in the dead of night and committing frivolous acts is not the behavior of a gentleman.
The three of them had clearly sensed the unusual spiritual energy fluctuations and commotion inside the room, and immediately rushed over! Seeing Fang Li being held in Ye Wuyang's arms, her clothes slightly disheveled, her lips swollen and red, and her eyes filled with tears, their jealousy surged instantly, and they were consumed by rage!
Taking advantage of Ye Wuyang's slight surprise at the intrusion, Fang Li pushed him away with all her might, her face as red as a boiled shrimp. She hurriedly straightened her nightgown and tried to explain incoherently, "You...you...it's not what you think!"
Ye Wuyang was pushed away, his arms suddenly empty, and his eyes instantly turned icy cold. He glanced at the three uninvited guests before him, his aura suddenly dropping, his voice filled with undisguised displeasure and possessiveness: "What does my affair with Li'er have to do with you?" The air instantly thickened with tension!
Shen Yunzhou stepped forward, shielding Fang Li behind him, his sword intent locking onto Ye Wuyang: "If she says she's unwilling, then it's related to us."
Ji Qianqiu also stood in front of Fang Li, glaring angrily at Ye Wuyang.
Xie Chen stopped waving his fan and looked at Ye Wuyang calmly. Although he didn't say anything, his stance was clear.
The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight!
In the end, Fang Li was almost forced to leave the inner room of the Liuli Pavilion by the frosty-faced Shen Yunzhou and the furious Ji Qianqiu.
Xie Chen remained behind, standing a few steps away from the icy-faced Ye Wuyang, engaging in a silent yet fierce stare-down.
As Fang Li was being led away, she inwardly wailed, "System! Where the hell have you been?! What am I going to do?! This is a total social disaster! I'm so embarrassed!"
Meanwhile, in her mind, the system was excitedly cracking sunflower seeds! The crunching sound filled the air. As if fearing the world wasn't chaotic enough: ["Let's fight! Let's fight! Host! This is exciting!"]
Silence enveloped the inner room once more, leaving only Ye Wuyang standing alone in the darkness. He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing his lips, which still seemed to retain her soft touch and sweet scent, his gaze growing ever deeper and more resolute.
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