It’s hard to tell if it was sensing danger or feeling the other’s anger, Shang Ruyi’s breath was so faint it was barely audible. She stayed silent for quite a while, before softly saying: "I’m so sick, and you still want to drive away?"
Yu Wenye’s brow tightened even more.
He said in a deep voice: "Once we reach Taiyuan, naturally you’ll have a chance to recuperate."
Shang Ruyi looked at him: "Can’t I do that here?"
Yu Wenye said: "You know what I an, don’t ask questions you already know the answer to."
With a faint smile, Shang Ruyi said: "I know what you an, but since I’ve stayed, you should also know what I an."
"..."
"Yu Wenye, you can dislike , and you can choose not to want ."
"..."
"But you shouldn’t insult ."
"I, insult you?"
Yu Wenye widened his eyes in disbelief, he never thought Shang Ruyi would say such things to him. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of cold light, as if saying: I would like to hear how I insulted you.
Shang Ruyi looked at him, slowly said: "I admit I’m a person who clings to life out of fear of death, but with death not yet before , you want to leave you alone to seek refuge, just how despicable am I in your eyes?"
Yu Wenye’s brow furrowed.
He instinctively wanted to say sothing, but Shang Ruyi didn’t give him a chance to speak, and continued: "I won’t leave."
"You—"
"I will stay, with you until the day disaster truly strikes."
At this point, she smiled self-deprecatingly, saying: "Even if you don’t want around, even if I don’t fulfill the role of your wife, I’ll fulfill the role of the daughter-in-law of the Yuwen Family, and moreover, the daughter-in-law of Duke Sheng."
"..."
"You can’t control ."
After saying this, she quieted down, panting slightly.
Considering she was still running a low fever, her body was weak, saying so much all at once, especially in front of Yu Wenye, had drained what little energy she had built up all half day.
Yet, Yu Wenye remained silent.
His gaze was fixed intently upon her, showing no sign of happiness or anger, even absent of emotion.
But on his face, at this mont, seed to float a subtle, almost imperceptible—grimace.
He suddenly said: "Right now, you’re not feeling unwell, are you?"
"Hmm?"
Shang Ruyi was startled, not knowing why he asked this, but after taking so much dicine and resting half the day, though her fever hadn’t broken, she didn’t feel as awful as last night, at least she could remain obstinate before him.
So, she instinctively shook her head.
The next mont, Yu Wenye suddenly grabbed her into his arms, bent down, and fiercely kissed her lips!
Shang Ruyi barely had ti to react, not even managing a sound of surprise, her breath was seized. She widened her eyes, dumbly looking at the handso face so close to her, now fully revealing a grim expression, Yu Wenye kissed her harshly, as if wishing to devour her.
In truth, he really seed like he wanted to consu her.
Her lips were bitten roughly, even her small tongue felt a burst of pain, Shang Ruyi let out a feeble whimper, imdiately, both tasted the bloody tang, yet he still refused to let her go, and even as she struggled to breathe and instinctively pushed against his chest, he grabbed her wrists forcefully, locking them behind her.
Suddenly, she had no strength left to resist him, and Yu Wenye continued to deepen the kiss.
The deeper it went, the harder it was to let go.
Gradually, Shang Ruyi surrendered to it, unable to breathe, she followed his breaths, slowly inhaling his essence, her body softened as if boneless, fever had sensitized her skin, each cold and painful touch from his still chilly fingers made her tremble, but instead of release, Yu Wenye tightened his hold.
Just as she was nearly lting into the scorching, powerful form, there was a sudden crash at the door.
And then, Wo Xue’s startled shout.
"Ah!"
Both were startled, instinctively turning their heads to see Wo Xue standing foolishly at the door, bewildered by the scene inside, her hands empty while shards of a plate and scattered candied fruits lay on the floor.
The next mont, she covered her eyes in fright and ran away.
From far off, her voice, with a tearful note, could be heard: "This servant deserves death..."
The two in the room fell into silence.
Though silent, the frantic breathing filled the small space between them, Yu Wenye gritted his teeth, angry and urgent, but knowing it was his own fault for leaving the door open, his ire had no target. Lowering his gaze again to the girl in his arms, still trembling slightly, her face reddened like a dew-drenched begonia, she clearly hadn’t anticipated this, and when her eyes t his, her blush deepened, emitting a soft whimper as she buried her face into his chest.
Yu Wenye panted several tis, gradually calming down.
Then he asked: "Shall we continue?"
Without lifting her head, Shang Ruyi’s trembling voice was both shaful and urgent: "Continue with what!"
After all, it was broad daylight and they’d been seen, if they closed the door to continue, then how could they face the servants in the future?!
Thinking of this, she regretted deeply not rejecting him thoroughly earlier.
Yet instead...
She was so ashad she could not face anyone, but Yu Wenye was even more pained — a man’s impulse doesn’t simply subside by will, and what’s more, in his arms lay this still feverish, yet soft and pliable form that seed to bend to his every touch, stirring not just raw desire, but also reluctance.
Who could contentedly set aside such a soft body at a ti like this?
With this thought, he reached behind Shang Ruyi’s head, his thick fingers clasping her nape, lifting her face as he lowered his head again to bite her lips forcefully.
"Mm!"
This ti, Shang Ruyi truly struggled, pain made her shake violently, she beat against his chest with both hands, the sound pounding between their mingled breaths, so abrupt it seed intent on breaking sothing.
Finally, he released her.
Shang Ruyi’s face was flushed red to the point of bleeding, with faint bite marks coloring her lips, making her look even more alluring, but as things stood, Yu Wenye could only take deep breaths to suppress the raging impulse within.
He leaned close to her ear, whispering: "You were the one who wished to stay."
"..."
"This ti, there’s no month-long period, once you’re well, I’ll take back what I want anyti!"
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