Chapter 173 World 7 (Twenty-one)
The delicate cry only uttered faint syllables before being swallowed into the mouth, leaving behind soft whimpers in the air.
Her crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes widened as she looked at Wu Li who suddenly approached her with disbelief.
Wu Li stroked Bao Shan's cloud-like hair with one hand, pressing it towards him with a slight force in his palm. His other hand, with an extremely firm attitude, lay across Bao Shan's thin waist, its heat, like a branding iron, impossible to ignore.
As their lips met, Wu Li's previously dark eyes subconsciously softened. The people of the Central Plains would often describe them as unruly and uncouth, like uncivilized animals. Yet, Wu Li, in this moment, demonstrated with his own actions, in the simplest way, what should happen when love is deep.
Wu Li's kiss was intensely focused and tender. Even amidst the humiliating intimacy of his actions, he kept his gorgeous, exquisite, heterochromatic eyes open with exceptional brightness—like a clear spring, reflecting a person. At this moment, these eyes fully reflected Bao Shan, capturing the shy blush on her cheeks and the hazy, dazed expression in her eyes.
When he was in the tribe before, seeing the men and women walking together with sweet smiles on their faces, Wu Li was puzzled. It was just a simple touch of skin, but they were so cautious, as if they had obtained some precious treasure.
Now, as Wu Li pressed his thin lips against the delicate and tempting petals of the treasure fan, exchanging breaths, he could even hear the thumping heartbeat coming from that fragile body.
A sweet feeling like honey instantly filled Wu Li's heart.
Wu Li thought that such simple and foolish joy was truly intoxicating.
Strong and firm arms were placed on the fragile waist. Through the thin shirt, Wu Li could even use his palms to trace the shape of the joints, like the wings of a butterfly, spreading its wings and ready to fly.
The burning heat on her arm almost burned the treasure fan. She didn't understand why Wu Li, who was always taciturn, would be so angry over a few words and even do this...
With the beauty in his arms, Wu Li could clearly feel even the slightest movement.
The honey in his heart suddenly turned sour, and Wu Li slowly let go of Bao Shan's lips.
Finally able to breathe normally, Baoshan gasped for air and collapsed on Wuli's chest.
She had delicate features and dressed in simple and elegant clothes, like a swaying little white flower, leaning against Wu Li's body.
Her soft lips became redder and redder, like ripe pomegranate seeds hanging on a branch, swollen and red.
There were still traces of Wu Li between her lips and teeth, as if Wu Li was still kissing her. This thought made Bao Shan's cheeks flush red. She didn't even dare to look closely, and could only say hesitantly: "This is not right... Only when a man and a woman are in love can they be so close..."
Baoshan thought that the customs in the Central Plains and foreign lands were different, so he specifically reminded Wu Li.
But Wu Li only stared at the open collar of Bao Shan's clothes. The mottled and fragmented marks were like thorny vines, piercing into his chest.
Mutual love?
Yes, what is this about being unable to control oneself when love is strong? That is just his idea.
Wu Li's eyes darkened as he pondered, "Who was that person who had left the scar on the fan's neck?" He thought of Duan Changfeng. In front of the foreign slaves, Duan Changfeng was a cold and ruthless guard. But in front of the fan, Duan Changfeng became incredibly considerate, clinging to it like a clinging bug.
According to Baoshan, intimacy can only occur when two people are in love. The red mark on the neck must have been left by Baoshan willingly. Could that person be Duan Changfeng?
Wu Li was so upset that he refused to even calm down and think carefully.
He couldn't bear even the thought of another man approaching the precious fan.
This is not like ordinary Uri.
Whether it was the calm and composed Wu Li when he was in the tribe, or the Wu Li who let things take their course after falling into the desert, they should not be like this now. It was as if his eyes were blinded, and in the huge space in his head, there was only a treasure fan.
Wu Li opened his lips, his voice steady, yet mixed with the momentum of an impending storm.
He extended his fingers and slid them slowly down Bao Shan's fair cheek. "Aren't we supposed to tame her? As a slave, you naturally have to learn to "serve" your mistress, right?"
The meaning of his words was ambiguous, as if he could not resist Bao Shan's repeated persuasion and finally agreed, willing to please Princess An Ning.
Bao Shan's eyes were clear as she quietly looked at Wu Li. She had been raised by Dong Yixiao since she was a child, and every man she met was always attentive and fawning. She knew very little about the evil intentions of men in the world. Naturally, she didn't know that men's words were the most untrustworthy.
Especially on the soft couch, people would make up any lie just to get a taste of her beauty.
Without bothering to question Wu Li's abrupt behavior, Bao Shan's eyebrows slightly curved, eyes shining, and she said softly, "Are you really willing?"
Wu Li nodded slightly, his tone ambiguous, "I'm willing to do things to please you."
But it was not towards Princess An Ning, but towards the person in his arms.
Baoshan had no doubts about it. A conflicted look flashed across her beautiful eyes. She hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing to tame him.
The furry head swayed gently before her eyes. The wet feeling on her neck made Baoshan's body go limp. Her toes curled up slightly, and she felt like a boat without support. She could only stretch out her palm and rub Wu Li's hair.
The moment the soft hand touched her, Wu Li's body stiffened. But he quickly leaned down again. He kissed every part of Bao Shan's neck, but the mottled red marks remained there, unsightly, without fading at all.
The pain of teeth biting her skin made Baoshan raise her slender, white neck. Little did she know, this made Wuli's movements much easier. Wuli changed from kissing to pecking, then biting, using the red marks he left to cover up the previous ones.
He seemed to be fascinated, and his breath spread over the cool and delicate neck.
The swaying little white flowers were stripped of the green leaves that blocked them, and the petals inside became even whiter and more dazzling.
It is delicate, soft and timid, which easily arouses the desire of others to pick it. They can't wait to take this little white flower into their own hands.
Baoshan's cheeks were rosy, like the sunset in the sky, beautiful and graceful.
Realizing her current appearance, Baoshan couldn't help but shiver as the cool breeze caressed her exposed skin.
Her skin was very delicate, and Wu Li's palms were not rough at all.
But when his fingertips touched that whiteness, he felt that the skin under his palm was like crisp white lotus root, while his palm was as rough as sand.
Her delicate skin was already drenched in sweat. The petals, battered by rain and blown by wind, were scattered, leaving the remaining branches looking even more pitiful.
Furong's face was full of shyness and timidity, which made people love her more than just her.
"Wuli, Wuli..."
The sweet voice poured out from between the lips and teeth, each one more timid and touching than the last, the ending trembling with a plea for mercy.
"Wuli", which means the name of the tribal eagle, is called out in a soft and gentle voice, which is so charming that it makes people's ears turn red and their imaginations run wild.
The moonlight outside the house is bright and beautiful, but it is not even one-tenth as beautiful as the beauty inside the house.
The beauty pleaded softly, her demeanor so touching and pitiful that even the hardest-hearted Shura would be moved. But… even though the beauty was pitiful, Wu Li wasn't feeling well either. He gently leaned over and pecked Bao Shan's eyelids, gently offering comfort and reassurance to that delicate skin.
Wait another hour.
Wait a little longer...
The waiting time was too long, Baoshan's voice had already become hoarse and he could not utter a word.
Looking at the precious fan dripping with sweat, Wu Li was still reluctant to leave, entangled with the soft lips like petals.
Wu Li felt that the original treasure fan was a delicate little white flower that was not stained by dust and stood tall and graceful. Just looking at it made him feel pity and love for it.
But now the precious fan has rosy cheeks, like the finest pigeon blood jade, and like a beautiful hibiscus flower, making people love it.
His fingers lingered back and forth on the fair and delicate skin. Wu Li memorized the shape of every bone on the treasure fan and the touch of the skin, because he had measured them carefully.
As dawn approached, Baoshan wanted to leave the Princess's Mansion, but her legs were weak and powerless, so she could only snuggle up to Wu Li's chest and tell him all the worries in her heart these days.
"Daddy is having trouble sleeping and eating, and I'm worried about him. I wish everything could get back on track..."
Baoshan lowered her eyelids, and her weak figure showed helplessness.
Bao Shan knew in her heart that she was just a commoner and how could she compete with the dignity of Princess An Ning.
If Princess An Ning doesn't get what she wants, Dong Yixiao and Baoshan will have to wait for orders.
Even if Dong Yixiao returned the thousand taels of gold, he probably wouldn't be able to leave, and would instead anger Princess An Ning.
Bao Shan raised her head, her beautiful eyes gleaming with tiny glints. She said softly, "Wuli, can you please ask the princess for help?"
Wu Li tightened his arms and brought Bao Shan closer to him.
He did not respond to Bao Shan's words, but promised solemnly, "No one will ever make you frown again."
After regaining his strength, Baoshan got up and left Princess An Ning's Mansion.
Not far from Princess An Ning, Bao Shan retracted the weak and pitiful look on his face, turned back to look at the plaque of the Princess's Mansion, and his soft eyes flashed with determination to win.
Even if fate repeats itself, she will never be labeled as a "villain" again.
After all, it wasn't Baoshan who used coercion and bribery to bully Wu Li by taking advantage of his status as a trainer.
But it was a slave with evil intentions who deliberately deceived her.
Recently, Zhuoer has been collecting available forces in the tribe. As he grows older, he gradually understands the dilemma of his brother Wuli.
The people in the tribe turned their backs on him and slandered him with gossip.
They even expelled Wu Li from the tribe. It was understandable that Wu Li was disheartened and unwilling to return to the tribe.
But Zhuo Er was still angry with Wu Li. In his heart, the people of the tribe were all members of the tribe, and he, Zhuo Er, was Wu Li's closest brother. But Wu Li would rather be treated as a lowly slave than reunite with him to rebuild the tribe.
Zhuo Er thought viciously that when he found Brother Wu Li, he would definitely point at his nose and sneer at him, thinking that he had abandoned him for a woman from the Central Plains. In the end, the woman still despised his background and gave him to Princess An Ning for a large sum of money.
The moment he saw Wu Li, Zhuo Er raised his chin slightly, and was about to mock Wu Li coldly. But unexpectedly, when he saw Zhuo Er, Wu Li's expression remained normal and he said softly.
"Come and help."
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