Did she want to draw closer?
Zhou Yitang occasionally harbored different thoughts, but she never expressed them openly, only through subtle actions. After spending a long ti together, Chen Yi knew her well. A woman like her, rigid and dull, rarely conveyed her feelings through words.
Without hesitation, he gently pulled her into his embrace.
Zhou Yitang leaned forward silently, and Chen Yi's hand naturally slid below her back. She paused slightly but said nothing, letting Chen Yi enjoy the sensation of ivory-like skin.
Chen Yi held her tenderly, sowhat lustful but not crossing boundaries.
Despite being husband and wife for two lifetis, monts of peace were as rare as one could count on one hand.
After a long while, as the ti was right, Chen Yi took a deep breath and loosened his embrace, yet the one-ard woman seed reluctant to part, leaning forward again.
Her hip line gently arched, with Chen Yi's palm lightly pressed by her tailbone.
Chen Yi paused, both surprised and delighted, saying, "You... want to? Here...?"
Before he finished speaking, she coldly said, "Shut up." But after speaking, she fell silent again.
Chen Yi smiled softly; being husband and wife for two lifetis, he knew her thoughts well. He first reached to undo his collar, ready to loosen his belt, when a slightly cool hand pressed over.
"...Let do it."
The voice barely audible, utterly calm.
Chen Yi smiled, released his grasp, and the belt loosened easily. She calmly pressed him on the shoulder, and Chen Yi sank to the ground.
His breathing beca rapid, and he could hear his heartbeat.
Zhou Yitang removed her hairpin single-handedly; her hair cascaded down like a waterfall as she glared at Chen Yi, seemingly displeased.
What was she dissatisfied with? Chen Yi wondered; the thoughts of won are always hard to guess.
The one-ard woman paused, lowering her long gaze, and softly said:
"Really, here?"
In the crucial mont, she hesitated instead; Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh, grabbed her hand, and nodded earnestly, saying:
"I've waited a long ti, Zhu Yu."
The one-ard woman softened her brows slightly, nodding:
"Alright, you... support yourself with one hand."
"Huh?"
Chen Yi froze, feeling a chill at the back of his neck as if stabbed. Looking up again, he saw Zhou Yitang floating in the air, coldly looking down.
If that was Zhou Yitang...
Chen Yi quickly lowered his head, his face suddenly changed, and the face of the one-ard woman before him lted like colors, in an instant transforming into a faceless, gray-white visage, the contours exactly like Zhou Yitang's.
This wasn't Zhou Yitang; it was obsession!
Obsession was not limited to one, nor just one person.
Chen Yi broke into a cold sweat on his back, suddenly flipping and retreating dozens of yards as the obsession paused montarily, gradually drawing a bone-chilling smile, a smile that sent shivers down people's spines.
Yet this was only the beginning; within the decay and desolation, shadowy figures seed to climb out of graves, coming from all directions—one, two... ten, a hundred...
Thousands!
Each resembled Zhou Yitang's contour, a projection of Zhou Yitang's accumulated obsession.
Facing those nearly overwhelming obsessions, Chen Yi's face twisted grotesquely as he gritted his teeth,
"Zhou Yitang, you truly deserve it!"
...…
Under the sparse moonlight, rolling clouds swept across the sky, making it hard to discern even the contours of the land from afar. As Yin Weiyin returned to his guest courtyard, he glimpsed a window sowhere with a flickering lamp, quickly extinguished.
The female crown chuckled disdainfully, pushing the door open and walking into the main hall, addressing Xiuhe who ca to greet her, "Where is your mistress?"
Xiuhe hesitated slightly, saying, "Mistress said she... would see no one."
"See no one... Does she dare?" Yin Weiyin retorted.
Xiuhe didn't know how to answer, guessing sothing from Lin Wanxiao's deanor upon return. Tentatively asking, the normally gentle Miss Lin uncharacteristically scolded her harshly.
It seed she had guessed correctly, and seeing the lady's appearance now, it was not wise to provoke her further as a servant.
Seeing Xiuhe's indecision, Yin Weiyin curled her lips into a smile and asked slowly, "I brought her here to see the one she constantly yearns for. Are you really going to stop from going up?"
Xiuhe shook her head, preparing to firmly fulfill her duty, when a voice urgently called from above: "Don't let her co up!"
Her voice reached Xiuhe's ears, causing her resolve to falter and she stepped aside.
Yin Weiyin ascended the steps, quickly reaching the door, pushing it, eting resistance from inside, she frowned slightly and applied more force.
Bang!
The door opened abruptly, simultaneously knocking over Miss Lin.
Lin Wanxiao turned pale, with no way to escape, retreating to the corner, looking pitiful.
Yin Weiyin closed the door, leisurely surveying her, saying, "Have you made up your mind?"
"...I, I'd rather die..." She started to speak but then frantically shook her head.
"I haven't asked what you've decided yet."
Lin Wanxiao paused for a mont, then returned to vigilance, saying, "Don't think I don't know... you're in cahoots with him."
Yin Weiyin didn't bother to deny it, saying, "So, what if it is?"
"If it is, then I'll..." She was about to say what she'd do if it were true, but the words caught in her throat, as not even the frequently uttered "die" crossed her lips.
Suddenly fearing she might truly die at this point, and if she did, she wouldn't see him.
Seeing this, Yin Weiyin sighed softly, saying, "You don't even understand your own heart. I'm not here to persuade you but to coerce you."
Lin Wanxiao turned her head stiffly, silent for a long ti before saying, "Coerce ? He wants it tonight?"
"Precisely."
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