The young woman walked straight in, and a gasp of "Ah!" echoed from inside the room.
The voice came from a man.
Inside the room, Lu Wangji, shirtless, had a flushed face and his body was glowing red from the firelight. Although the man's legs were immobile, his upper body still had all the muscles he should have.
Sweat dripped from his chin, running down his chest muscles to his abdomen. It wasn't Mando who came to his senses and looked for his clothes, but him.
"That...your medicine..."
"Um……"
The young man's mind was blank; he could only manage a soft "hmm." Mando smiled, gently closed the door, and bolted it. She walked to his side and whispered something in his ear.
"Why are you blushing, you big man?"
"I……"
"You don't have any concubines in your house?"
I still remember when we first met, the man was dressed very well, and he looked like a young master from a wealthy family.
Lu Wangji was now at a loss for words and actions. He was surrounded by the scent of mandrake, just like Ning Caichen who had mistakenly entered Lanruo Temple and was enveloped by the aura of fairies, losing all ability to think.
The young woman's slender, fair hand rested on the man's shoulder. Her hand was slightly cool, and when it touched his skin, Lu Wangji couldn't help but shiver.
"Miss...this is inappropriate."
"Is that inappropriate?"
With a smile in her eyes, Mando turned around and sat on his numb lap.
"Then you can push me away."
The young woman's face pressed against his chest, a clash of icy coldness and fiery heat.
Lu Wangji thought to himself, if she wanted his life now, he would definitely hand her a knife.
"No……"
The man replied that he didn't want to push her away. In his more than twenty years of life, this was the first time he had felt this way, this desire to possess someone.
The young man hugged Mando's body, his voice trembling.
"I...I will marry you."
After saying that, he kissed her directly.
A room filled with the warmth of spring.
How delightful!
A day and a night passed as Mantuo and Lu Wangji traveled from the forging workshop to the young lady's boudoir. The young lady's face still had a lingering flush. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the silk ribbon by the bedside.
"I'm going to practice my martial arts," the young woman said to the young man on the bed.
"Aren't you going to rest a bit more? You didn't get much sleep last night."
Lu Wangji wrapped his arms around her waist, greedily inhaling the fragrance emanating from Mantuo's body. So this is what love between a man and a woman feels like.
Women were few in the Mohist school, and most of the time, discussions about women were just a bunch of fellow disciples bragging. He had secretly listened for a while, but... he wasn't very interested.
His parents had also mentioned arranging a marriage for him, but Lu Wangji refused.
It wasn't because he was disabled; it was because the young man couldn't imagine what kind of person he, as a husband and father, could achieve.
"I'll send a message to my parents in a little while, asking them to bring betrothal gifts to propose marriage."
Mando raised an eyebrow, sighed slightly, and didn't take those words to heart.
She'd heard this kind of talk far too many times over the years.
She didn't argue with Lu Wangji, but softly turned to him and said...
"Let me comb your hair, come on."
It would be nice to spend some time with such a handsome man.
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