Deep in the night, the village lights had all gone out.
Returning from the desert, Xue Baijin landed soundlessly at the village entrance. Beneath her faceplate, her brows were slightly knitted; she seemed to have something on her mind.
After searching the village, Xue Baijin headed toward the courtyard diagonally opposite the entrance. Before she reached the fence, her ears twitched as she heard sounds from inside:
"Smack, smack..."
"Hoo..."
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Xue Baijin's attention snapped back at once, a jumble of feelings filling her eyes. She tightened her grip on her iron mace, but ultimately refrained from shouting to frighten Ning'er. Instead, she silently approached the window and peered through a crack.
Inside, Ye Jingtang sat at the table with Ning'er in his arms. Perhaps to make it easier to conceal the evidence, he had not taken off his clothes.
Luo Ning sat facing him on his lap, her arms hooked around his neck, her face flushed and her neckline visibly open. Yet she was still biting her lower lip, looking utterly unwilling. She appeared to be under duress, but was clearly moving about on her own...
Xue Baijin quickly turned her head away, feeling that the once pure, aloof Ning'er had changed completely and could never go back.
Heaven will rain, and a wife will marry. If you can't stop her, let her go. With that silent sigh, Xue Baijin turned toward the village, only to discover that the woman in foreign attire in a nearby room was not sleeping at this late hour, but had her ears pricked up at the window, eavesdropping.
Xue Baijin shook her head inwardly. Ignoring these besotted men and lovelorn women sunk in worldly desires, she went alone to a rooftop and caught Niao Niao, who had been diligently keeping watch but