Chapter 49 She's going to be torn apart by him!
Xue Mingyao thought Xie Zhuo was talking nonsense.
He's unhappy? Huh? He's unhappy!
When he had her so exhausted that she was about to lose her mind, he couldn't hide his triumphant smile.
That's awful, absolutely awful!
Xue Mingyao responded with a cold laugh, "Don't think I don't know you're having a blast."
Especially after she slapped him, she immediately felt the little general jump up. This man is so lewd that he can get excited even when he's being hit; his mind is completely filled with lust, he's beyond saving.
She truly lived up to her earlier nickname, "little lecher."
How could such a perfectly normal person have become like this? Xue Mingyao wondered for the umpteenth time.
"Oh." Xie Zhuo didn't even blush. "I want to enjoy it even more."
Xue Mingyao rolled her eyes.
Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes were full of yearning, and her damp black hair swayed wildly like a seductive enchantress who had just absorbed the scholar's life force. No matter how unladylike her actions were, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
Xie Zhuo wished he could take a pen and draw her appearance at that moment.
He brushed aside a stray strand of her hair and whispered in her ear, "Xue Mingyao, you have to understand, this kind of thing can't be stopped by you."
To what extent was Xue Mingyao so self-centered?
She felt satisfied, so she naturally declared it over. Whether he released or not, she didn't care too much. In fact, she would be happier if he hadn't, as it meant she wasn't at risk of getting pregnant.
Xue Mingyao is also easily satisfied.
Their battles, though fierce and direct, usually don't last long.
"It's up to me to say it," Xie Zhuo said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Xue Mingyao was furious and wanted to curse a few more times, but she knew that Chun Chun would only add fuel to the fire. Xie Zhuo was on her body, inside her, like a lurking beast, ready to devour her at any moment, in any way he could.
Even in this short time, he would occasionally grind his teeth and bite her to remind her of his presence.
Xue Mingyao was truly powerless to resist.
Should we lower ourselves and beg him?
It's said that men respond better to gentleness than force, and Xie Zhuo... isn't exactly vicious—Xue Mingyao reluctantly admitted—if she said a few kind words, perhaps she could make him less wicked.
But that would be too embarrassing.
Doesn't that mean she lost to him? He can easily control her in bed, and all the harsh words and airs she used to put on will be in vain.
Besides, what if he doesn't give in either? She'd lose face and be mocked by him, only to be bullied by him in the end!
Xue Mingyao thought and thought, but couldn't make up her mind.
Xie Zhuo saw her eyes darting around and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They were so close, how could she be distracted?
He expressed his dissatisfaction directly through his actions.
Xue Mingyao's nose twitched, and her expression finally softened. She gripped his wrist with her small hand, "Xie Zhuo, be gentle... okay?"
Xie Zhuo touched her sweaty forehead. "Are you begging me?"
Xue Mingyao lowered her eyes and remained silent, her damp eyelashes curling upwards, and her hand on his wrist groping around—that was her plea.
A subtle sour feeling crept into Xie Zhuo's heart. How rare it was to find someone like Xue Mingyao willing to back down! But was this what he wanted?
Xie Zhuo pushed her hand away, silently kissed her lips, and silently moved his waist.
She's definitely much gentler now.
The couch was short and narrow, and Xue Mingyao's bare feet easily bumped into the cold backrest. She would bump into it, pull her feet back, and then bump into it again, over and over again.
It's like sitting in a small boat in the middle of a lake, the water flowing and the wind blowing, the boat swaying gently, just right. Sometimes the swaying is a little faster, but I can barely bear it.
Xue Mingyao enjoyed the peaceful pleasure, humming softly to herself.
The little boat that was once named Xie Qinglang was also so gentle and considerate; it was the result of her training.
She looked at the face so close to hers. Xie Zhuo was expressionless, his dark eyes like a deep pool, unfathomable, calmly swallowing her gaze.
In the past, when this person's cultivation was not up to par, he would hurriedly look away when she looked at him.
She laughed when she saw it, finding it amusing, but she also wanted him to look at her properly. Had Xie Qinglang ever looked at her seriously? She couldn't remember.
Xie Zhuo's left tuft of black hair hung loosely, and the pale white scar beneath it occasionally caught Xue Mingyao's eye.
With his handsome appearance, he naturally cherished it. After she injured him, he became very angry, glaring at her and glaring at her. She was also annoyed with him, and for some reason blurted out, "Why don't you just smash it back at me like that, and I'll compensate you!"
After she finished speaking, Xie Qinglang was stunned, and so was she.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Of course not!" she quickly denied. "I mean, do you really want me to compensate you like this? You ruined my white fox fur coat, and I haven't even held it against you yet."
Xie Qinglang stopped saying anything after that and applied the ointment she was given every day, with little effect what could be described as better than nothing.
In the end, Xue Mingyao was even more anxious than him, unable to bear seeing his handsome face blemish, and she arranged to have a doctor remove the scars for him, but Xie Qinglang said it was unnecessary.
"If I can't get rid of it, I can't get rid of it. It's better to keep it to remind me of this humiliating past."
What did Xue Mingyao say?
She said, "Okay, consider it a mark I've branded on you, a reminder that you're mine."
She actually thought that way too.
During lovemaking, she would often stare at it, becoming more and more proud as she looked. She would kiss and caress that spot, treating it as a masterpiece.
Xue Mingyao looked up at the scar in a daze, and found that it had not faded at all. Its shape and color were exactly the same as they were back then, as if the past six or seven years had never existed.
These past few years have been enough for Xie Qinglang to change his name and rebuild his golden body.
His complexion had darkened, his jawline sharper, and he had stubble on his lips... Xue Mingyao's gaze swept over each of them, verifying her memories.
However, however.
Why can't she find any of these changes?
His face was still fair and clean, and his chin was rounded yet angular. As for the stubble, she couldn't see it clearly. Were there beads of sweat rolling down his lips?
He is clearly Xie Qinglang, Xie Qinglang at seventeen or eighteen years old!
Even the intensity of our lovemaking was as gentle as yesterday...
Xue Mingyao was shocked and confused. She wanted to rub her eyes, but her hand was on his body, so she could only blink and blink again.
Finally, she saw his calm yet indifferent eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. This was Xie Zhuo, her annoying and lewd husband.
But in a flash, Xie Zhuo became Xie Qinglang again.
Her face flushed slightly, and a hint of panic occasionally showed as she spoke to Xie Qinglang, whom she always adored...
How could this be? Xie Zhuo on the bed looked nothing like Xie Qinglang, yet she repeatedly had the illusion that it was him. Even the dark eyes she was staring at gradually softened, and her image floated faintly in their depths, her hair disheveled, so beautiful that even she was startled.
Xue Mingyao's heart was heavy with emotion, and reason seemed to be slipping away from her. The paintings on the walls transformed into verdant landscapes, insects, fish, birds, and beasts. This place felt like the room in Xichuan filled with Xie Qinglang's works, his mark everywhere...
She must miss him terribly.
But Xie Zhuo was relentlessly haunting her; how could she possibly forget him?
Xue Mingyao had no choice but to close her eyes and tilt her head to one side.
The small boat rocked more violently, and she frowned, her voice becoming increasingly indistinct.
In her confusion, she heard Xie Zhuo's voice, "Open your eyes."
"No," she said.
"Why?"
In a daze, she blurted out the truth, "I...I don't want to see you!"
Xie Zhuo felt as if Xue Mingyao had stabbed him in the back.
That's amazing, Xue Mingyao.
He didn't poke her hard enough.
Xue Mingyao didn't even know what she had answered. She only felt Xie Zhuo suddenly stop, lift her up, and turn her over. He lifted her waist, and the hem of her skirt, which was bunched up on her lower abdomen, rolled up in a different direction. Then, unexpectedly, her head hit the backrest at one end of the small couch.
She was completely unaware of the pain in her forehead, overwhelmed by an overwhelming shock.
The menacing beast launched its true attack, a move she had never seen before.
"That's better, isn't it? You don't need to close your eyes."
Xue Mingyao gasped for breath, unable to utter a single word, her gasps bursting from her throat.
How could he? How could he possibly do that!
Tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Every part of her body felt as if it didn't belong to her; it was all under his control, being devoured and invaded. She kept banging her head, and the pain had taken on a different flavor, becoming strange and incomprehensible.
Xie Zhuo didn't give her a chance to understand; he pulled her back onto the cushion.
A surge of hidden anger rose within Xue Mingyao in her dazed state; he refused to hold her anymore.
He held her waist, forcing her to kneel with her upper body bent into a bow shape. She felt humiliated and refused, quickly lying down, only to be lifted up again by him, and so on. The cushion began to shift again, and she followed suit. She tried to escape, but before she could get more than a few inches, he grabbed her again.
They were both covered in sweat, not just hers, but his too. His sweat was hotter than hers, sticking to their bodies, quickly blurring the lines between them. His black hair cascaded down in front of her eyes like a waterfall, swaying and brushing against her face repeatedly. It was as if his soul had been torn apart, then pieced back together inch by inch, then torn apart again, then pieced back together again.
Xue Mingyao thought in a daze, "He's going to break it."
But it can never be broken when taken apart.
Xie Zhuo seemed to say something again, but her fragmented consciousness made it difficult to grasp. In the end, he also fell silent, and the entire room was filled with only one sound, a sound of shame.
Xue Mingyao finally understood why Xie Zhuo insisted on keeping the window closed; otherwise, the sound would have carried very, very far...
The outside world, separated by a thin sheet of paper, changes from bright daylight to dusk.
As the room grew darker, time became blurred; whether it was the time it takes for an incense stick to burn or several hours, Xue Mingyao couldn't tell. When it finally ended, her whole body was convulsing, her consciousness a complete blank, so blank that she didn't know what had happened. Xie Zhuo then helped her back to the small couch, where she nestled in his arms, limp and powerless.
Xie Zhuo wrapped his arms around Xue Mingyao's rounded shoulders, feeling her every tremor and shiver, and was also in a daze. His rationality was always easily overwhelmed by her, and in the end, only instinct remained.
However, the immense physical pleasure could not suppress the throbbing pain in his heart. He was like a terminally ill person desperately searching for his cure, only to find that it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst.
He had no choice but to force Xue Mingyao to drink it as well.
"Xie Zhuo, you're a beast," Xue Mingyao said weakly.
Xie Zhuo looked down at her. "If I'm a beast, then what are you?"
Xue Mingyao did not answer.
Xie Zhuo kissed her wet neck and murmured, "You are a beast's woman."
Xue Mingyao suddenly raised her head and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm asking you, have you been with many women?"
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