The Outbreak of the Third War, Lu Xueqi Can Barely Take It Anymore

The evil fire within Lu Jiuyuan ignited at this very moment.

It was not the slow, smoldering heat of last night, like charcoal fanned by a breeze, but something more direct—a sudden combustion, like dry kindling meeting a raging flame.

His Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze fixed upon her, unable to look away.

Lu Xueqi sensed his stare.

She had seen that look many times before.

Every time that look appeared, what followed would always leave her...

Lu Xueqi's body trembled slightly, not from the cold, but because she knew exactly what that look signified.

"Husband..." Lu Xueqi's voice carried a tremor. She gripped the edge of the quilt, trying to wrap herself up. "You..."

Before she could finish, a hand reached out from behind, hooked around her waist, and pulled her gently.

Her back fell into a warm chest, the quilt slipped from her shoulders, and she was embraced by him from behind.

His chest pressed against her back, scorching hot, like a furnace that had just been lit.

"Wife." Lu Jiuyuan's voice brushed against her ear, carrying the hoarseness and lethargy typical of the morning, along with an undisguised, naked desire.

The heat swept over her earlobe, and her body felt as if it had been electrocuted, a tingling sensation racing from the tip of her ear down to her toes.

Lu Jiuyuan lowered his head, his lips grazing her ear as he blew a soft, hot breath. "You are truly tempting."

Those five words were like five stones cast into a calm lake, sending ripple after ripple through her heart.

Lu Xueqi's body went soft, all her strength drained away in that instant. She was like sugar melted by the sun, clinging to him, unable to break free.

A blush spread across her face, from her earlobes to her neck, and from her neck to her chest, blooming in patches like peach blossoms in spring.

Her eyelashes drooped and fluttered gently like two startled butterflies. Her lips parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of pearly teeth, her expression pitiful and charming, like a little white rabbit held down by a tiger.

"Husband, don't be like this..." Lu Xueqi's voice trembled, as light as a spider's silk in the wind, ready to snap at the slightest touch.

She did not know if she was begging for mercy or acting coquettishly, or perhaps, it was both.

Lu Jiuyuan did not answer.

His hand slid up from her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her spine vertebra by vertebra, feeling the tremors of her body.

Her back was beautiful; her shoulder blades protruded slightly beneath her thin skin like two wings about to break free from a cocoon.

His fingertips traced circles over those two bones, feeling her body tremble more and more violently.

"Husband... please, no more..." Lu Xueqi's voice was choked with tears, her eyes rimmed with red. Yet, in those reddened eyes, there was no resistance—only a complex emotion she couldn't name, a tangle of shame and anticipation.

She buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled. "I... I still hurt..."

Lu Jiuyuan's fingers stopped.

He looked down at her profile buried in the pillow, at her reddened eye corners, and her slightly furrowed brows. The fire in his heart was still burning, but it was no longer as fierce.

He was silent for a moment before pulling her from the pillow to face him.

Lu Xueqi's eyes were red, fine droplets of moisture clinging to her lashes. She bit her lip, looking utterly pitiful.

Lu Jiuyuan lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Where does it hurt?"

Lu Xueqi buried her face in his chest, refusing to speak, and tapped his chest with her fingers—not hard, more like a playful gesture.

"You have the nerve to ask..."

Lu Jiuyuan laughed and pulled her closer into his embrace.

Of course he knew where she hurt. It had been too many times last night, from afternoon to deep night, from deep night to the early hours, with only a few intermittent hours of rest in between.

It was her first time; that she could hold on until now was already a testament to her constitution.

"Then let's rest for a while." Lu Jiuyuan chuckled.

Lu Xueqi lifted her head from his chest, glaring at him with red eyes. "How long is this 'a while' you speak of?"

"As long as you want."

"Liar! You said 'a while' last night too, and then..."

Lu Xueqi did not continue, because Lu Jiuyuan kissed her.

It was not a domineering, unrefusable kiss, but one light and soft, like a feather brushing against her lips.

His tongue traced the line of her lips with cautious tenderness, as if soothing a startled deer.

Lu Xueqi's body slowly relaxed, and the fingers that had been clutching his lapels slowly loosened.

She closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering gently as she responded to his kiss.

The sunlight outside the window grew brighter, slowly moving from the foot of the bed to the head, illuminating their intertwined figures.

Lu Xueqi did not know how she had been pressed back onto the bed by him again.

Perhaps it was because she had responded too earnestly, perhaps because his kiss was too gentle, perhaps because the words "You are truly tempting" were still echoing in her ears, or perhaps for some other reason.

In any case, when she realized it, she was already lying flat on the bed, her long hair scattered across the pillow. He was propped up above her, the morning light shining from behind him, gilding his entire form with a golden rim.

"Husband..." Lu Xueqi's voice was very soft.

"Hmm?"

"Be a little gentler."

"Alright."

Lu Jiuyuan lowered his head and kissed her lips, blocking out the rest of her words.

Sunlight poured in through the window, bathing the two of them in its glow.

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

No one knew what was happening in that guest room upstairs, nor did anyone know that the cold, frost-like woman in white was currently burying her face in her pillow, biting her lip with a flushed face.

The sun moved slowly from the east to directly overhead; from morning until noon, several hours had passed.

The commotion in the room finally subsided, like a long-lasting rainstorm that had finally ceased, leaving only the sound of water dripping from the eaves.

Lu Xueqi lay in his arms, her entire body like a crumpled ball of paper, every inch of her skin burning hot and every muscle aching.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, refusing to look up, because she knew her face must be impossibly red right now.

Lu Jiuyuan held her, his fingers gently stroking her shoulder, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Neither of them spoke.

The room was very quiet, save for the bustling noise of the market outside and the sound of their intertwined breathing.

After a long while, Lu Xueqi finally lifted her head from his neck.

The sunlight streaming in from the window made her squint. She looked at the bright sky outside, then at the shredded pieces of clothing on the floor, and fell silent.

"Husband."

"Hmm?"

"I can't wear my clothes anymore."

Lu Jiuyuan was stunned for a moment, looking down at the pile of fragments on the floor.

The moon-white top had been torn into several pieces, the pale green skirt had a rip along the waist, and the thin undergarment hung off the edge of the bed with a broken strap, the fabric stretched out of shape.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly; he had indeed been a bit excessive last night.

He understood her meaning, sinking his consciousness into his mind to open the Peerless Beauty Group shop.

Clothing category, womenswear, moon-white series. He flipped through a few pages and selected a moon-white dress—embroidered with faint orchid patterns on the collar and cuffs, the fabric was soft, the style simple, and the price was one hundred points.

He tapped purchase, a flash of white light flickered, and a neatly folded set of clothes appeared in his hands.