102 The Exquisite Torture of a Pure-Hearted Man Sharing a Bed!
Updated: 2013-06-14 14:54:11 Word Count: 7709
Luo Zhiheng's persistence was evident from the little finger she kept raised in front of her eyes. She stared longingly at Mu Yunhe, just for the childish gesture of making a pinky promise. Mu Yunhe felt a surge of suppressed anger, something he didn't know why he was suppressing. He just wanted it to explode, like before, kicking this cunning woman off the bed and treating her coldly.
But whenever he thought of the Emperor's clearly pointed actions today, Mu Yunhe couldn't suppress the absolute guilt he felt towards Luo Zhiheng. So he could only endure it. He loudly reassured himself inwardly that this was a forced act of forbearance! Absolutely nothing more.
However, he still didn't want to have too much contact with Luo Zhiheng, and he disliked Luo Zhiheng's overly childish behavior. He closed his eyes, hiding the restlessness and inexplicable unease in his heart brought about by this warm and fragrant body.
Luo Zhiheng, however, was exceptionally persistent. She moved even closer to Mu Yunhe, her chest almost touching his arm. Oblivious to the fleeting stiffness that Mu Yunhe displayed, as if he were a mummy, she didn't notice. She smiled softly, "My lord, please, just pinky swear with me. That way I'll feel safe. They say that after a pinky swear, you have to keep your word. This is a promise."
Luo Zhiheng admitted that she was a bad woman. Looking at Mu Yunhe's eyelashes trembling slightly as she approached, she felt a surge of mockery. Seeing Mu Yunhe's nervousness and dislike of her acting this way, she wanted to do it even more. It seemed that the more Mu Yunhe disliked her doing this, the more she wanted to go against him. Deep down, she was certain that although this man was usually like an iceberg, he was a responsible man. Although he was not good with words, he was definitely not the kind of man who would hit a woman when he was angry.
Since that's the case, and he's so weak, what is she afraid of? Teasing is not a crime!
She watched longingly as a handsome man stood beside her. In the past, her days as a bandit were always chaotic, and she was surrounded by either big men or burly brothers. Even the sons of officials she robbed, apart from being a little delicate and tender, were not as handsome and alluring as Mu Yunhe.
Well, how did that fake foreigner who returned from studying abroad put it again? Yes, she's also a mature-minded little girl with desires for beauty and love!
Mu Yunhe felt a spark ignite in his heart from her soft voice and warm breath, but it wasn't a colorful spark; it was a flame of anger!
A leopard can't change its spots! This brat is at it again, acting all horny. Is she going to use those same tricks she used on other men on him? Or is she looking at him with the same lustful gaze she gives other men? Is she going to treat him like she did that night? 15252643
"I can't stand it!" Mu Yunhe felt cold all over, and goosebumps rose on his skin. He suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head slightly to look at her, and his eyes were frighteningly bright and cold in the dark: "If you don't want to sleep, get out of here. Don't make me send someone to take you out again."
Luo Zhiheng pouted. Was this man's only unlovable trait? Didn't he know how to make fun of people? However, she still maintained a serious expression, holding her little finger in front of him and continuing to flatter him with a smile: "Let's pinky swear! If we pinky swear, we have to keep our word. You were the one who asked me to come to bed with you, so you can't make me roll off the bed for any reason later. Otherwise, you're a villain, because villains lie!"
Seeing the fire blazing in Mu Yunhe's eyes, Luo Zhiheng quickly changed her tone, pleading pitifully, "Please, just give me some psychological comfort, okay?"
Her soft, sweet voice sent chills down Mu Yunhe's spine, and his voice tightened like a corpse's: "Have you made enough of a scene? If you don't believe me, then get out of here."
"I'm not making a fuss, I'm begging you. Your Highness is a man of your word, so can't you at least give this weak and helpless woman a little more assurance?" As she spoke, she was on the verge of tears, her eyes sparkling, and the darkness couldn't hide her adorable face.
She's weak and helpless? A mere young woman? She's a bandit! Mu Yunhe was completely defeated by Luo Zhiheng's blatant lies and just wanted to get rid of this shameless brat as soon as possible. So he stiffly reached out, intending to just touch her fingers casually, but Luo Zhiheng seized the opportunity and hooked Mu Yunhe's finger with her soft, boneless little finger, then wrapped her delicate finger around half of Mu Yunhe's finger.
In an instant, Mu Yunhe felt as if the softness wrapped around his fingers reached straight to his heart, and even his heart seemed to be entangled by something indescribable, wanting to break free but unable to find a way.
His eyes were dark and he glared at her angrily. The dim light of the candle illuminated Luo Zhiheng's small face, and she smiled like a victorious general, arrogant and proud. Mu Yunhe suddenly lost the mood to scold or despise her, and even his stiff lips seemed to soften inexplicably at this moment.
"It's a pinky promise. From today onwards, I can sleep in this bed openly and legitimately. You have to keep your word." Luo Zhiheng's wish was fulfilled. She believed that this battle, which had lasted for many days, had finally ended in her victory. She was full of pride and her whole being was radiant.
Zhizhi was already there. Her small hand, which was about to pull back, was suddenly hooked by Mu Yunhe's well-defined fingers. She looked up in surprise, her large eyes filled with questioning intent. But then she saw Mu Yunhe suddenly smile, a smile that held unfathomable thought and scheming, making Luo Zhiheng's heart flutter.
"It's not enough for you to just state your conditions. I don't trust you, you cunning little fox. I don't believe a word you say. Since we're going to check it off, you have to agree to one thing: you can sleep on this bed from now on, but you must keep a distance of one person's width from me and you're not allowed to touch me without permission. If you do anything as presumptuous as before, don't expect me to say a word. I'll save you face; you'd better get out of here cleanly, okay?"
Although Mu Yunhe hasn't been corrupted by the world's corrupting influence, he's inherently cunning. In terms of scheming, having come from a wealthy family and experienced countless trials and tribulations, Mu Yunhe is far more cunning than Luo Zhiheng. Luo Zhiheng, you're still too green to fight him.
Luo Zhiheng was taken aback for a moment, then pretended to bite her lip in distress, displaying an air of intense desire for Mu Yunhe. Her eyes were incredibly alluring, but she did this only to annoy Mu Yunhe, making him worry about his damned innocence and unable to sleep. She was furious. This young lady had gone to great lengths to get into bed not to seduce you, young master! This young lady hadn't had a peaceful night's sleep in ages! You really take your good looks too seriously.
"You won't agree? Then get out of here right now." Mu Yunhe was terrified by Luo Zhiheng's lustful yet lingering gaze. He was already filled with regret. How could he have been so careless as to bring this woman into his bed? He had let a wolf into his house.
Luo Zhiheng narrowed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said, "Fine, I promise you! Let's put a big pillow between us, and I promise I won't go over to your side."
So, under Mu Yunhe's helpless and strange gaze, Luo Zhiheng looked like an abandoned puppy, curled up pitifully at the very back of the bed. The large bed didn't feel cramped at all with her there, but the large pillow next to Mu Yunhe seemed to be an eyesore to him.
Mu Yunhe told himself to ignore her; she was probably just pretending to be pitiful again. He couldn't be fooled by her. Mu Yunhe closed his eyes, but he couldn't fall asleep peacefully. Just as he was about to drift off, he suddenly felt a heavy weight pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. Mu Yunhe felt like he was about to die.
He struggled to open his eyes, and what loomed before him was a fluffy little head. The head of long, glossy black hair, like the finest silk, cascaded over the soft pillow and onto his neck and shoulders, tickling his heart.
Mu Yunhe's lips twitched. This woman had actually climbed all over him like a big dog, her little head resting on his chest, one hand on his waist, and both legs almost touching his. Mu Yunhe almost vomited blood. No wonder it felt so heavy. It turned out that this brat was pressing down on him.
It looks like it has very little meat on it, so how come it's so heavy?
He adjusted his breathing, slapping her cheeks without any politeness, but she remained unconscious, muttering incoherently. When Mu Yunhe pushed her, she not only didn't move, but instead rubbed her little head against his chest, pulling open his silk undergarment, and her delicate face instantly pressed against Mu Yunhe's bare chest.
"Ugh!" The unfamiliar touch came suddenly and abruptly, causing Mu Yunhe to shudder and let out a low groan. He opened his eyes, which were moist and angry. He tried his best to push the brat away, but to no avail. Finally, he became ruthless and pinched Luo Zhiheng's cheek with one hand. With a little force, he cruelly pinched a pit into her tender little face.
"Ugh, it hurts!" Luo Zhiheng groaned in a daze, slapping her face hard at the source of the pain. Then she arched her back, sticking her little bottom out on the bed. Her body was off Mu Yunhe, but her little head remained on his chest, her face still clutching his clothes.
The posture was ambiguous, and the atmosphere was hazy.
Mu Yunhe was both amused and exasperated, unsure whether to be angry or mock her for being able to continue sleeping even after being pinched. But after a while, his laughter subsided. Luo Zhiheng's even, hot breath sprayed onto his skin, creating a simulated excessive heat. Mu Yunhe didn't know what that feeling was; he only felt as if a fire was rising in his chest, spreading throughout his body until he felt suffocated. He couldn't find an outlet, his whole body tense, and his face flushed with discomfort.
Damn it! What's going on? This feeling is so strange. Why does Luo Zhiheng's breathing and touch make him so restless? He feels itchy inside, and his whole body aches and ache, but why is he feeling this way? Could he have contracted some other illness again?
Mu Yunhe's handsome face was unpredictable. The more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt. He felt he couldn't take it anymore, so he gently called out to Luo Zhiheng. But as soon as the words left his mouth, Mu Yunhe was stunned. His deep, hoarse voice carried a kind of heavy breathing that he had never heard before, which startled Mu Yunhe so much that he himself had a problem with his voice.
"Luo Zhiheng! You brat, get up right now!" he shouted in alarm, his voice trembling with fear.
Luo Zhiheng finally woke up groggily from her comfortable sleep, but was still drowsy. She didn't see the situation clearly and thought Mu Yunhe was still angry and wouldn't go to sleep, so she patted his body randomly with her small hands and murmured softly, "Sleep, sleep well, sister loves you the most, pat me and go to sleep..."
She took the photos skillfully, gently, and tenderly, simply because she regarded Mu Yunhe as the little boy who was only two or three years old in their bandit den.
"You... Ugh!" Mu Yunhe was furious, but he didn't know where Luo Zhiheng's hand had landed. All his anger was focused on that one point, and his fiery temper instantly turned into a comfortable sigh with no offensive power. He let out a soft moan, his face turning red and then green, his eyes wide with disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.
"I really feel like I've seen a ghost! What kind of feeling is this?" Mu Yunhe trembled all over. Wherever Luo Zhiheng's soft little hand fell, Mu Yunhe felt so comfortable that he almost suffocated. She continued to pat him randomly, and there was a kind of doting affection in her soft voice. With her movements, Mu Yunhe gradually trembled, and his body uncontrollably wanted more of her touch and soft whispers.
Her hands seemed to possess a magical power over him, igniting a fire within him and relieving the inexplicable suffocation and throbbing pain in his body. At this moment, Mu Yunhe's senses were more focused and sensitive than ever before. His eyes widened, filled with a distorted sense of unease and self-loathing.
Has he really fallen so low? He actually feels pleasure and comfort from Luo Zhiheng's touch? What the hell is wrong with him? What illness has he contracted? Heaven knows how much Mu Yunhe wanted to push away this wicked, witch-like Luo Zhiheng, yet he was also damnably drawn to the strange, wonderful sensation she brought him. Mu Yunhe was caught in a fierce internal struggle, until…
Only when Luo Zhiheng gradually fell asleep again, and even her gently raised hand and dreamlike murmurs disappeared, did Mu Yunhe suddenly emerge from his internal struggle. At that moment, he didn't realize that he was glaring at Luo Zhiheng with eyes full of fire, simply because Mu Yunhe didn't know that this was called lust, fire, nor did he know that only women, who were called water, could dispel this kind of fire. So he could only stare at Luo Zhiheng's sweetly sleeping face with unpleasant and unwilling eyes, but he was helpless.
That night, Mu Yunhe experienced the ultimate bliss for the first time, but unfortunately, this bliss was given to him by that idiot Luo Zhiheng without his knowledge. She teased Mu Yunhe in a daze, leaving him in a state of limbo, completely unable to grasp the essence or find relief, and he could only lie stiff like a corpse all night.
However, Mu Yunhe did not push Luo Zhiheng away, because Luo Zhiheng's breathing and the touch of her skin made him feel a small pain without much relief. He thought angrily, this woman is indeed a monster. Even her breathing and skin can make people feel like they are about to collapse and tormented. I must stay away from her!
Mu Yunhe was completely innocent and pure in matters of love. Even his mother had never had him taught these things, simply because his family knew that Mu Yunhe's health was too poor and he could only rest quietly. How could they dare to teach him such physically and mentally exhausting matters of love? The princess was even afraid that if Mu Yunhe experienced love, he would become hopelessly entangled, and her son would probably die not from illness, but from a woman's womb. Therefore, the princess was extremely protective of Mu Yunhe in these matters, so much so that Mu Yunhe knew a lot, but he didn't understand that tonight's pleasure was love.
Luo Zhiheng slept soundly until dawn, feeling refreshed and waking up naturally. She hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time. The bed was soft and large, and she could roll around and turn over as she pleased without fear. Well, Luo Zhiheng's sleeping posture was actually not good. She was used to freedom. In the bandit's den, there were no beds, only kangs. She had her own kang, covered with soft bedding. People who are used to being domineering sleep like this, rolling around all over the kang. In this ancient world, she never had a good night's sleep. She had to be constantly careful not to fall off the kang.
Today, I'm finally satisfied!
She hugged the pillow in her arms and rubbed against it, a happy smile curving her lips. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she suddenly heard a muffled groan, sounding like pain, coming from above her. It was hoarse and weak.
Luo Zhiheng jolted awake, her mind sharpening instantly. She sprang to her feet like a spring, her gaze piercing as she looked towards the source of the sound. When she received Mu Yunhe's icy, furious gaze, she was stunned. She touched her chin, wondering why she felt she saw accusation and resentment in Mu Yunhe's eyes. Those moist eyes were simply breathtakingly beautiful.
"Just based on your sleeping posture, I should have someone drag you out and behead you!" The voice, filled with gritted teeth, came from Mu Yunhe's hoarse voice. His expression was even somewhat ferocious, as if he hated Luo Zhiheng even more than before.
Luo Zhiheng's heart skipped a beat. She quickly withdrew her sharp gaze and prickly aura, softening her demeanor like a soft kitten. She obediently crawled to Mu Yunhe's side, but before she even got there, Mu Yunhe reacted as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger and shouting, "Don't come any closer!"
"Uh!" Luo Zhiheng's crawling motion froze. She saw a fleeting expression of what looked like fear in Mu Yunhe's wide eyes. By the time she could see it clearly, Mu Yunhe had already returned to his aloof and icy beauty demeanor. Luo Zhiheng shook her head. She must have been mistaken. This man was very strong-willed. How could he be afraid of her?
Stealing a glance at the cushion she had kicked away, and then at the drool on Mu Yunhe's sleeve, Luo Zhiheng felt a chill run down her spine. She cursed herself for being stupid, but instead pleaded pitifully with an innocent, pure white rabbit-like expression, "I... I was just holding your arm? I'm sorry, the bed was just too comfortable, so I broke the rules. Please don't be angry, give me another chance. I'll definitely correct myself tonight, please, little Hehe!"
Mu Yunhe swore to the heavens that if he had the strength, he would definitely kick Luo Zhiheng, that two-faced little fox, to the ground with utter hatred. He stomped on her—this woman was too wicked! Not only did she make him feel terrible all over, but she also woke up with a wronged expression. She slept soundly, while he was stiff all over.
"You've missed your chance. You were the one who insisted on making that pinky promise last night. Get down here now!" Mu Yunhe was unusually ruthless, his attitude extremely resolute. He was terrified of experiencing that burning, unreleased feeling again tonight. His intuition told him that his body simply couldn't withstand that wonderful torment again.
Luo Zhiheng's eyes instantly filled with tears. She scrambled to Mu Yunhe's side, ignoring his disdainful and cold gaze, and pitifully shook his arm, sobbing, "You're the kindest little Hehe, how can you bear to see your lovely, beautiful, and delicate little wife sleeping on this cold, hard couch? You wouldn't want me to leave you, would you?"
Mu Yunhe's face turned deathly pale. He was utterly disgusted by Luo Zhiheng's inhuman boasting, and what he found even more unbearable was his arm...
"I can't hold back any longer!" Mu Yunhe calmed his anger, managing not to roar out loud, but instead stammered through trembling teeth, "Stop shaking me, my hands... my hands are numb!"
Luo Zhiheng stopped abruptly, stunned. Looking at Mu Yunhe's murderous expression and the undeniable evidence of drool on his sleeve, Luo Zhiheng was exasperated. This must be another one of her handiwork. Had she perhaps slept with this man's arm all night and rendered him numb? If that were the case, then Mu Yunhe was truly an idiot; why didn't he just push her away?
Luo Zhiheng inwardly despised Mu Yunhe, but her expression showed deep heartache as she carefully massaged his chest. She said aggrievedly, "It's all my fault. I fell asleep and didn't know anything. But you should too. Don't not wake me up just because you feel sorry for me. You could have just pushed me aside. Why suffer like this? You should know that seeing you sad makes my heart ache even more."
Such tender words, yet Mu Yunhe felt utterly numb upon hearing them. Could this woman be any more shameless? How could she dare to utter such utterings? Did she even know the meaning of propriety and shame for her child? Moreover…
Mu Yunhe turned his face slightly away from her, his face flushed slightly, looking somewhat uneasy. He hadn't pushed her away last night because of his own selfish desires, but how could he say it out loud? How could he, so ugly and disgusting, actually crave this girl's touch and breath and not want her to leave? If Luo Zhiheng knew, she would either laugh at him to death or make him feel disgusted and afraid.
Mu Yunhe was overcome with a faint sadness and self-loathing. He felt that he was utterly despicable. No matter who the other person was, he should not have any non-resistible thoughts towards women.
"Are you feeling better?" Luo Zhiheng's hands were almost sore from rubbing, but Mu Yunhe seemed to be lost in thought, like the Thinker in the picture book that the person who returned from studying abroad brought back. She could only ask in a flattering tone.
"Hmm." Strangely enough, when Mu Yunhe thought about how he had been so despicable last night, his strong sense of pride and embarrassment towards Luo Zhiheng made him unsure how to face her. He simply gave a soft hum and didn't struggle any further.
"That's good. I'm sorry about last night. I really didn't mean to. I'll definitely keep my distance today. I'll go and have them bring in some hot water for you to wash up." After saying that, she bent down and stood up. As she stepped over Mu Yunhe's legs, her bare feet accidentally touched Mu Yunhe's calves, which were also rolled up.
"Hmph!" Mu Yunhe couldn't help but snort, his voice suppressed and hoarse. His face tightened instantly, and the panic in his eyes was enveloped by an even greater coldness.
Luo Zhiheng turned her head and looked at him curiously: "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mu Yunhe's breathing was somewhat irregular. He struggled to turn his body inward and said stiffly, "It's nothing."
After Luo Zhiheng left, Mu Yunhe finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes and brows were filled with panic and confusion. He hadn't been able to resist her touch, but it felt so good, a ticklish sensation. Her feet were so smooth and soft...
I can't think about it anymore, damn it! Mu Yunhe, how could you have such a filthy dream? Mu Yunhe closed his eyes in hatred, but his ears turned a faint pink and felt hot.
Luo Zhiheng quickly tidied herself up and then came to wash Mu Yunhe, but before her hand could touch him, she heard him say coldly, "Let Xiao Xizi do it. You don't need to serve me today."
Mu Yunhe had his back to Luo Zhiheng, his expression twisted with disbelief. He clearly meant to say, "You can get out of here, and you don't need to serve me anymore," but how did it turn out like this? He didn't even explicitly refuse Luo Zhiheng. Was he... expecting Luo Zhiheng to serve him in the future?
Luo Zhiheng was only slightly taken aback. She had gradually gotten used to Mu Yunhe's unpredictable moods and capricious nature, so she handed the handkerchief to Xiao Xizi without any hesitation and happily drank water in peace. However, Mu Yunhe's dissatisfied and nitpicking voices gradually came over, complaining that Xiao Xizi was too strong, or that Xiao Xizi hadn't eaten enough and had no strength. In short, the young prince was in a bad mood today, so remember to stay away! 11.
Xiao Xizi served with a miserable expression, while Luo Zhiheng was enjoying the spectacle when suddenly a maid's angry shout came from outside: "You're talking nonsense! That dowry should belong to my young lady. How could Luo Ningshuang possibly own anything that belongs to my young lady? It was given to my young lady by the General! No one can take it away!"
"Oh, so your mistress has already married into the family. Since her status has changed, her possessions naturally have to change too. Look at all those good things that are about to fall into the hands of the second young lady. She's truly enjoying the best of both worlds." A slightly sarcastic, sharp voice rang out.
Luo Zhiheng narrowed her eyes, put down her teacup, rolled up her sleeves, picked up a chair in each hand, stepped out of the room, slammed the chair down with a bang, sat down calmly, and quietly watched the few people standing at the gate, ready to fight!
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103. Calmly watch the show!
Updated: 2013-06-14 15:43:07 Word Count: 3537
Perhaps the noise was too abrupt, immediately attracting the attention of the people at the door.
The moment the maid saw Luo Zhiheng sitting there, her eyes immediately reddened. Like a child, she rushed to Luo Zhiheng, grabbed her hand, and tried to pull her up, anxiously shouting, "Miss, hurry! Let's go and get back your dowry! Those were all prepared for you by the General. He said before that they were all the things left by the Madam and would all be yours. We can't let that jinx take them; she doesn't deserve them!"
Luo Zhiheng was surprised that the usually honest and simple girl would say such extreme and intense things, but she didn't speak immediately. Anyone who speaks without understanding the context is definitely not a smart person. Besides, judging from their attire, the people at the courtyard gate weren't from the Prince's residence. How could Wei E and others possibly enter the Prince's residence?
Luo Zhiheng was observing them when, unexpectedly, the three old women started whispering among themselves. Unfortunately, Luo Zhiheng overheard their quiet conversation.
An old woman said, "Hey! You see? This girl is Miss Luo's maid. She's been very attentive to her since she was little. You can tell from the way she talks that Miss Luo and their second daughter don't get along. She even dared to call her mistress a jinx. This girl is either crazy or spoiled by Miss Luo."
Another person immediately chimed in, "That's right, you've all heard about it, haven't you? The former Second Miss Luo was bullied terribly by this Eldest Miss Luo. Even her elder sister tried to snatch this good marriage from the Prince's mansion. Tsk tsk, what kind of upbringing does the Luo family have? Does a woman like that deserve to be a princess?"
The third person quickly interjected, "Oh dear, don't generalize. We won't comment on what kind of person Miss Luo is, but Second Miss Luo is truly kind-hearted and compassionate. She often uses her own money to open a porridge shop to help the poor. And I've heard that even when Miss Luo bullies Second Miss to the point of making her hateful, Second Miss still defends Miss Luo. Such magnanimity is probably rare in the world."