I put my arm around the strong man's slender waist

Chapter 46

Author's Note: **The system is malfunctioning, and I can't get the comments back. Please be patient, I'll try again later.**

Scratching my head, I admit I'm easily influenced by everyone's comments. I care too much, and sometimes I'm afraid to read them because I'm worried people won't be satisfied, and then I can't help but change the plot to spoilers... lol

Um, the title of the article is always... something I come up with on a whim, so there's no hidden meaning. There are many heroes, and everyone is a hero~ Actually, the male protagonist is quite obvious. I said I wanted to train him, so who needs training the most right now?

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"I wish I could... I wish I could swallow you whole..." he murmured, his breath warm against my soft hair and neck, the scent of alcohol making me itch, every pore on my body seemed to explode. I heard him call my name, "Su Xie?"

I didn't say anything, and he called me again, "Su Xie, talk to me."

say what?

I stared at the bed curtains fluttering slightly in the breeze and asked him, "What would you like to hear, High Priest?"

His brows, which were buried in my hair, twitched. I could feel his eyelashes fluttering and brushing against my neck. "Do you really have nothing to say to me?"

say what?

"Truth is hard to hear, and lies are against my conscience." I said calmly, "I could anger the High Priest with a single word, couldn't I?"

He stopped talking, buried his face in my neck for a long time, and said in a muffled voice, "Su Xie, I don't know how to treat you... You hate me and always want to escape from me. If I let go... I will lose you."

The sky was deep and the night was extremely dark and quiet.

"Yan Shu." I suddenly called his name and turned to look at him. His eyes, hidden in my soft black hair, were dark and bright, like stars, without any domineering or aggressive feeling.

He's really drunk... Maybe only when he's drunk can he look at you so quietly, without the slightest hint of threat.

"Hmm?" He leaned closer, slightly tipsy.

I took a small step back and said, "I've never understood why you like me?"

He leaned forward a little more, his eyes crinkling with a smile, and said, "Because you called my name."

name?

I looked at him, even more confused. "Just because of that? There are plenty of people who call you by your name, and you like them all, don't you?"

“It’s different.” Yan Shu looked at me with a slight smile, slightly drunk. “When I was about to die, you held my hand like this…” He grabbed my hand, wrapped it around his own, and said, “Just like that, and then told me, Yan Shu, don’t be afraid, Yan Shu will be alright…” He suddenly hugged my hand, squinted his eyes and smiled, “I am a man-eating demon, no one has ever treated me like this… no one wanted me to live, only you, Su Xie, only you.”

I stared at him blankly, and said, "There will always be someone who loves you wholeheartedly in the future..."

"I only want you." He interrupted me, frowning slightly as he looked at me. "Su Xie, you're the one who pulled me out of hell. You have to take responsibility for me."

I stared at him, speechless, and pulled the blanket over myself, trying to turn around. I said, "I'm going to sleep. Get out."

He suddenly grabbed my blanket and wouldn't let go, saying with a smile, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

I said "Oh," indicating that the girl in white had already reported everything to him. I replied nonchalantly, "No, I want to sleep."

He still pulled the blanket over me, lying on his side with his chin propped up, looking at me with a slightly tipsy smile and raised eyebrows. "I'll take you out for a walk."

"No need." I'm very sleepy.

He seemed not to hear him and continued, "I heard that Licheng is very lively at night. Let's go out for a stroll together."

I mumbled, "I'm really sleepy."

"Alright then." He readily agreed, turned over and lay down on the couch, saying, "I'll sleep with you."

I sat up abruptly, staring at his drunken, smiling face, utterly speechless. I was just wondering if kicking him off the bed while he was drunk would get me strangled when someone knocked on the door.

"My lord." It was the voice of the girl in white. "I have something to report."

He frowned slightly, pulled the blanket over himself, closed his eyes, and whispered to me, "Tell her I'm asleep."

Is this... Yan Shu?

I blinked and looked at him; he was probably really drunk...

I got out of bed, went to the door, opened it, and said, "He said he's asleep."

The girl in white glanced at me, then peered inside again, before hesitatingly raising her voice, "My lord, Princess Jinglian has left the city. Should we..."

I slammed the door shut and turned to look at Yan Shu on the couch. He was lying there with his eyes closed, seemingly not having heard anything.

The night was extremely quiet, with only the sound of the wind rustling the bed curtains.

I tiptoed over and saw him lying there quietly, seemingly asleep. I tentatively called out to him, "Yan Shu?"

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, opened his eyes, and smiled, startling me so much that I jerked back. "You...you weren't asleep?"

He sat up on the couch, his long hair disheveled and draped over his shoulders and the blanket, and smiled with lowered eyes, "What are you afraid of?"

My heart skipped a beat, and the girl in white outside the door started knocking again. I thought for a moment and said to Yan Shu, "Didn't you say you were going to take me out for a walk? Let's go."

He frowned slightly, and I reached out to pull him, saying, "How about we jump out the window? Let's leave without anyone noticing, without anyone noticing."

He got off the bed and, with a half-pulling and a half-dragging motion, went to the window to look at me. "Why?"

Why? Let me think...

"Crazy? Are you courting death?" My mouth was faster than my brain, and I blurted out, "Fun!" Then I saw Yan Shu frown.

Okay, no matter how I look at it, I don't think I'm smart enough to fool Yan Shu...

The knocking on the door intensified, and every now and then a voice would call out, "Your Highness, I have urgent business to attend to!"

Just as I was wondering how to stop Yan Shu from going out, I suddenly felt a tightness around my waist. Yan Shu had his arm around me and opened the window, saying, "Hold on tight."

Before I could even react, my body went light, and everything went blurry. I heard the whistling of the wind and saw the stars twinkling in the sky. My fingers gripped Yan Shu's clothes tightly, and the city lights below shone like stars.

Licheng was incredibly beautiful at that moment.

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This was my first time strolling through Licheng at night. It was brightly lit and exceptionally lively, probably because there were many merchants coming and going, selling all sorts of things.

I was preoccupied with my own thoughts as I walked, and all I wanted to do was get Yan Shu away from the city gate. But he suddenly stopped at a lavish slave house with bright lights and fragrant perfumes, and put his arm around me, saying, "Wait for me."

This is nothing but a place that sells slaves from various countries. What is he going there for?

I followed him in with a surprised look, and saw a huge platform in the main hall of the pavilion. On the platform knelt rows of slaves with iron chains, both men and women, but they were all children.

A group of people stood below the platform, shouting and arguing about the slaves on it, as if they were buying and selling pork.

Yan Shu stood below the stage for a while, then lifted his robe and leaped onto the stage. The wind beneath his sleeves caused the candles to flicker, and the audience gradually quieted down.

Someone said, "Are you here to sell or to buy? Don't you know the rules?"

Immediately, someone chimed in, "Red lips, white teeth, supple waist, excellent quality! How much does this beauty ask for?"

The audience roared with laughter. Yan Shu, on stage, straightened his sleeves, lowered his eyes, and smiled slowly. His lips deepened, his eyebrows twitched, and without even looking up, he asked, "Where's the boss?"

A male prostitute had already informed the boss, who was now staggering downstairs. He was a slightly overweight old man who looked at Yan Shu and asked, "What business does this guest have with me?"

Yan Shu turned to look at him, his eyes slightly narrowed. "How have you been, Boss Zhao?"

The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback and said, "Does the guest know me?"

"You could say that," Yan Shu said with a smile, his sleeves folded behind his back. "We did business together fifteen years ago."

"Oh?" The shopkeeper looked Yan Shu up and down and laughed, "Guest, you're joking. You look to be around twenty years old, right? How old were you fifteen years ago? How come you've done business with this old man?"

Yan Shu slowly raised his eyes to look at him, "Don't you remember, Mr. Zhao? Fifteen years ago, under the city wall, you offered twenty copper coins to buy a six-year-old boy."

Fifteen years ago, beneath the city walls? I remember hearing someone say that at that time, the Queen and Yan Shu were sold into servitude to bury their husbands when the King of Licheng, who happened to be passing by, saw them and took pity on them, saving them. Yan Shu was about six years old at that time.

Boss Zhao clearly couldn't remember, and looked at Yan Shu again and again.

Yan Shu smiled and said, "It's alright, I'm just here to do some business."

"Buying and selling?" Boss Zhao frowned. "The customer wants to buy slaves?"

“It is indeed a purchase.” Yan Shu raised her eyebrows under the candlelight and smiled sweetly, “But it’s not a purchase of slaves, but a purchase of Boss Zhao.”

Boss Zhao's face darkened, but Yan Shu smiled even more happily, took out a copper coin from his sleeve and said, "Offer one copper coin." He flicked his finger.

I heard the sound of copper coins rushing past, and with a whoosh, some red liquid splashed out, landing on the face of a male slave on the platform, dripping down.

The moment Yan Shu turned and jumped off the stage, Boss Zhao collapsed to the ground and tumbled down the stairs with a thud. Blood gushed from a hole the size of a copper coin in his throat.

After a moment of absolute silence, the audience erupted in a commotion.

Yan Shu took my arm and we left the building. He's so vindictive; he's held a grudge for fifteen years... If he won't let go of someone like that, will he show any mercy to Bao Ze?

I turned my head to look at him. He was smiling, but his eyes were frighteningly cold, like blades.

He suddenly reached out and covered my eyes, saying, "Don't look at me like that. Anyone can, but you can't."

His fingers were so cold that I recoiled. He held my back and whispered, "Do you know why I let Princess Jinglian go this time?"

A chill ran down my spine as I heard him say indifferently, "This is a reward for not letting Baoze go with you."

He really knew everything. He was warning me about my every move and word, pointing out where his bottom line was and telling me not to try to cross it.

He patted my back and said with satisfaction, "Eat as much as you want today. Starting tomorrow, I will send someone to take care of all your food and drink. Don't drink a drop of water in Licheng."

I held my breath for a long time before finally asking, "What do you want to do?"

He smiled at me with lowered eyes, but his expression was cold. "I made a bet with the great Queen of Licheng, betting that her King of Licheng would personally hand her and Baoze over to me."

Did he enter the palace to do this? I can't imagine that at the King of Licheng's grand banquet, he and the Queen smiled with hidden thoughts, and every word they uttered concealed a knife.

We walked through the brightly lit, bustling streets without saying a word. It was only when we turned a corner that we accidentally bumped into someone, causing the herbs he was carrying to fall to the ground.

"I'm sorry." I bent down to greet him, but when I met his stunned gaze, I paused, nodded slightly to him, and pulled Yan Shu around, saying, "I'm tired, let's go back."

Xiao Jiu... I met him unexpectedly, but thankfully it was him, not Leng Baichun.

Author's Note: Keep it down... The storm is brewing, and the most tragic moment is finally approaching! The Cold Girl is finally about to make her appearance! Can you smell it?

Since the first-person perspective doesn't allow for depicting the power struggles between the priest and the queen, it can only focus on the impending storm between the priest and the female protagonist...

Do you think the King of Licheng will hand over the prisoners this time?

P.S.: **The download speed is quite fast, so you might not be able to watch it after purchasing. Don't worry, it will be fine in a while. That's what the editor said...**

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Yan Shu seemed very busy. After returning together, Ye Baizhi hurriedly reported something and then left the inn.

I thought for a moment and didn't ask any more questions. I turned to go back to my room, but Yan Shu turned back to look at me and smiled, "Hmm? Don't you want to know what I'm doing? If you want to know, I will definitely not hide anything from you..."

"No," I answered without hesitation. "Not even a little bit."

He looked at me with amusement, "Why?"