A War with No Victor

Li Wuxian froze for a moment. She had not expected the master in her dream to be such a beast...

And this was after he had worn that shit-eating face and resisted so hard before. Then all of a sudden, he became so proactive. There was not a shred of logic in the change from before to after. It really was a dream—too fake.

But I like it.

Fake or not, it was a dream anyway. As long as it felt good, that was enough.

How could my man be one of those meek, pretty-faced weaklings? He had to be this domineering.

Since childhood, the only mountain-like protection she had ever felt had come from her master alone. Only before him did she feel like a frail fledgling, sheltered beneath mighty wings.

At all other times... she was those wings, leading her ministers, sheltering her people, and conquering the Enemy State.

What were they worth? They wanted to assassinate her too?

Only her master could treat her this way—conquer and be conquered.

Li Wuxian obediently closed her eyes and let Qin Yi press down on her. Her cheeks were rosy, and she lightly bit her lower lip, looking like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked.

She had thought that with the dream-version of her master pouncing on her so violently, he could get straight to work. Yet to her surprise, her master stopped instead, even drawing back slightly as he said with painful frustration, "Why did it change back again..."

Qin Yi was trying to find the Heavenly Emperor, not play shameful little games with his disciple...

That earlier "Get lost, you stinking man" had clearly been spoken by the Heavenly Emperor. The killing intent in that instant had been unmistakable.

Qin Yi had intended to seize her while that