Lu Xueqi Begs for Mercy, She Really Can't Take Anymore

"Husband!!!"

"Do you like it like this?"

"Do you like someone like me?"

Lu Jiuyuan's sanity snapped completely at that moment!

He no longer tried to turn the tables, no longer tried to regain the initiative!

He reached out, gripped her waist, and pulled her toward himself!

The two were pressed together, so tightly that there wasn't a sliver of space between them!

The sunlight shifted from the back window, shining upon the two of them and casting their intertwined shadows onto the mottled wall.

From the afternoon until late into the night, the movements in the room finally began to subside!

Outside the window, the twilight of Black Stone City gradually turned deep blue, then from deep blue to ink black.

Finally, as the last trace of movement vanished into the twilight, Lu Xueqi lay in his arms, her whole body like a satiated cat.

Lu Xueqi's long hair was scattered over them both like a spill of black silk. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and a look of deep satisfaction played at the corners of her mouth.

Her hand still rested on his chest, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles.

Lu Jiuyuan leaned against the headboard, holding her. Moonlight shone in through the window, landing on her exposed shoulder, where a few faint red marks—his marks—remained.

He looked at those red marks and shifted his gaze away, feeling a bit guilty.

The result of such ecstasy was exactly this!

Lu Jiuyuan now felt completely at ease, as if he had soaked in a hot spring, every muscle smoothed out and relaxed.

But if he said that out loud, she would probably bite him.

The two locked eyes.

Under the moonlight, her eyes were bright, as if they held a pool of clear spring water.

He looked at her, she looked at him, and then they both laughed at the same time.

The laughter was very soft, so soft that only they could hear it, carrying a tacit understanding between them.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Xueqi asked curiously.

"Laughing at you." Lu Jiuyuan reached out and pinched her cheek.

"What's so funny about me?"

"Laughing at how you usually act so cold, when in reality..."

"Lu Jiuyuan!" Lu Xueqi reached out to cover his mouth, staring at him with dangerous eyes. "Just try saying it out loud."

He laughed and kissed her palm. She retracted her hand as if burned, glaring at him, but there was no coldness in that look, only coquettishness.

"Xueqi."

"Hmm?"

"You were very different today."

Lu Xueqi raised an eyebrow, her fingers tracing circles on his chest. "How was I different?"

"Logically speaking, I should have been the one on top."

Her fingers paused for a moment, then continued their circles. "I was on top today, is that not allowed?"

"It is." He laughed and pulled her closer into his embrace. "You can be on top in the future too."

"In your dreams." She huffed, but the corners of her mouth curled up as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled. "Today was a special case."

"What special case?"

Lu Xueqi did not answer.

After a long while, Lu Xueqi's voice finally drifted out from the crook of his neck, soft and tinged with a hint of allure. "I was afraid you would be snatched away by someone else."

Lu Jiuyuan's fingers ran through her hair, gently stroking it. "That won't happen."

"Liar, you've already been half-snatched away by someone else." Lu Xueqi gave a light huff, speaking in a coquettish tone.

Lu Jiuyuan knew she was talking about Jin Ping'er. He fell silent for a moment, then lowered his head to plant a kiss on the crown of her head. "That half, I will take back slowly."

Lu Xueqi did not speak, only held him tighter.

Outside the window, the moon emerged completely from behind the clouds, spilling silvery-white light across the entire room.

From the distance came the sound of the night watchman; it was the third watch of the night.

The inn was as quiet as if no one lived there, save for the faint sounds in this room—the sound of two people's breathing intertwined, and the occasional low murmur, as soft as dream-talk.

"Senior Brother."

"Hmm."

"Will you think I'm too forward in the future?"

"I won't."

"Really?"

"Really. I like it when you take the initiative."

"Then do you like me?"

"I do."

"How much do you like me?"

"Very much."

"How much is 'very much'?"

Lu Jiuyuan looked down at her. Under the moonlight, her eyes were sparkling like a child waiting for a treat. He chuckled softly and pulled her closer into his embrace.

"I can't explain it clearly. But every morning when I wake up, you are the first thing on my mind."

Lu Xueqi's eyelashes fluttered. She buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled. "Me too."

Lu Xueqi curled up in his arms, her breathing having just steadied, her fingers still tracing unconscious circles on his chest.

The moonlight shifted across the window, illuminating her exposed shoulder, where a few faint red marks remained from just moments ago.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the flush on her cheeks had yet to fade. She looked like a flower drenched in rain, languid and soft.

Then, she felt it.

That thing pressed against the side of her leg through the thin fabric, scalding hot and impossible to ignore.

Lu Xueqi's delicate body gave a slight shiver, and her fingers froze against his chest.

The redness started at the roots of her ears and burned all the way down to her neck, as vibrant as the sunset behind Xiaozhu Peak.

She bit her lip and looked up at him. Under the moonlight, her glistening eyes were filled with both shyness and annoyance.

"Husband, how are you..." Lu Xueqi's voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, the tail end trembling slightly with an indescribable, coquettish reproach.

Lu Jiuyuan looked down at her, the corners of his mouth curving into a lazy arc.

His fingers slid down her spine, gently stroking the most sensitive spot on her waist, feeling the soft body in his arms tremble.

"It's because you are too enchanting, my wife." Lu Jiuyuan's voice was low and hoarse, carrying the languor of one who had been satisfied, like a cat that had soaked up enough sun. "I couldn't help myself."

Lu Xueqi's body was still numb, every inch of her skin lingering with the memories of what had just transpired.

The soreness seeping from her very bones left her without the strength to even lift her hand, let alone cope with his renewed demands.

She struggled slightly in his arms but couldn't break free; his hand was locked around her waist, the pressure light but perfectly firm, pinning her in place.

"Husband, I really can't anymore..." Lu Xueqi's voice carried a soft, pleading tone, a far cry from the cold, frost-like disciple of Xiaozhu Peak she was by day.

Lu Xueqi buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice muffled. "Let me rest for a while..."

Lu Jiuyuan's fingers pinched her waist lightly, and feeling her body tremble, he chuckled. "You don't have to move."

Lu Xueqi lifted her head from his neck. Under the moonlight, her face was still flushed, her lips slightly swollen, and her eyes veiled in a thin mist of moisture.

"I'll take the lead in a moment," he said, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. "You just have to lie there."

Lu Xueqi's eyelashes fluttered, and she bit her lip, glaring at him.

That look held shyness, annoyance, a sense of grievance that said "you're bullying me," and a trace of something deeply hidden—an expectation she herself was unwilling to admit.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say "no," wanting to say "that's enough," wanting to say "if you keep this up, I'm going back to Qingyun Mountain."

But the words died on her lips, turning into a vague, indistinct syllable that was swallowed by his kiss.

The moonlight shifted away from the window, clouds obscured the moon, and the room grew dark.

The bed frame began to creak again, and the coarse bedding was crumpled into a heap beneath them.

Outside the window, the sound of the night watchman's clapper grew distant and then near, near and then distant.

The neighboring room had long since fallen silent, and the entire inn was as quiet as an empty building, with only the sounds from this room continuing until they finally subsided in the dead of night.