He slowly extended his hand from under his blanket, slipping it under Luo Zhiheng's, cautiously and haphazardly groping until he finally touched her back. Her slender body, even the lines of her spine, were smooth and beautiful. He touched her very carefully, but this action did not quench his thirst or soothe him; instead, it only intensified his desire for Luo Zhiheng.
Mu Yunhe frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Why did they have to share two blankets? It was too much trouble. He lifted his own blanket and carefully slipped into Luo Zhiheng's bed. He was immediately enveloped in Luo Zhiheng's fragrance, which filled him with satisfaction. He gently pulled Luo Zhiheng into his arms, one hand darting under her neck so that she seemed to be resting her head on his arm, while the other hand lingered on her waist. His bright gaze grew increasingly intense.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, without any gap. Luo Zhiheng was held in Mu Yunhe's arms, and the two leaned on each other. Happiness was being transmitted silently, so sweet and warm, pounding against Mu Yunhe's thin chest. He felt so happy that he almost fainted.
Living was once his only hope and something he never dared to dream of, because living meant suffering and humiliation, living each day in despair, and enduring each day in darkness. For Mu Yunhe, who had just turned twenty, this was an immense torment and trial.
God said that the righteous suffer much. The righteous are those who bear heavy responsibilities. When God entrusts a great task to someone, He will first test their will, strain their muscles and bones, starve their body, and leave them destitute. They will face many hardships and despair. Very few people can persevere. But those who do persevere to the end are bound to be outstanding figures who become powerful rulers and dominate the world!
Mu Yunhe was once well-read, but he never considered himself a righteous man. Instead, he felt like a sinner. He could not find any redemption because he was sick. His illness was terminal, and he was destined to die. How could he shoulder heavy responsibilities after he died? No one can have a smooth life all the time. Heaven gave him a noble status, a handsome appearance, and erudite talent, but it also robbed him of his health.
He never resented fate, for it was destiny. He accepted his fate. Because he accepted his fate, he was fearless and at peace with whatever came his way.
But then Luo Zhiheng appeared, and everything was constantly overturned. Like towering mountains weighing on Mu Yunhe's fate, Luo Zhiheng relentlessly moved, even uprooted, time and again. Thus, the shackles of fate were gone, and Mu Yunhe's constant suffocating feeling disappeared.
Everything was completely different. There would be no more despair, no more heart-wrenching sorrow of separation or death, no more regrets of not having had time to receive or give. He could breathe freely, embrace Luo Zhiheng as he pleased, hold her hand, and spend their future together—one year, five years, ten years, a lifetime.
So this is the beauty of being alive! You can fulfill all your ambitions and desires. You can have the opportunity to give your beloved girl a future, and you can conquer one insurmountable peak after another with your loved one. They will have children, maybe one, maybe a bunch, some like her, some like him, and they will all be their precious treasures.
It turns out that living like this is so peaceful and wonderful. He never dared to think about what he could do with his life, but now that he could live, Mu Yunhe suddenly realized that his future was completely filled with Luo Zhiheng. Luo Zhiheng would be a part of his life; he would make sure she had a place in every single day of his future. Every day, every year, she was indispensable in his life. 17.
Mu Yunhe was suddenly overcome with emotion and wanted to cry, but he dared not; a man shouldn't cry, it would be too shameful! Yet, hot tears still welled up in his eyes. At this moment, the man hugging Luo Zhiheng from behind was as sentimental and emotional as a child. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another context.)
He was no longer the ruthless Prince Mu, nor the diviner who could sweep across the battlefield with his pronouncements, nor the deeply affectionate and aloof husband of Luo Zhiheng. He was simply a man who had weathered countless storms and shed his former glory. The dust and heavy darkness on his body were gradually fading away. Without the oppressive and consuming darkness, he would only become purer and brighter.
"Aheng, it's so good that we can be together forever!" Mu Yunhe hugged her tightly, burying his face in the back of her neck. Wet tears fell from his eyes and disappeared instantly on Luo Zhiheng's inner garment. The thin fabric did not withstand much of the hot liquid, but clung to Luo Zhiheng's sensitive skin, allowing her to feel Mu Yunhe's hot and passionate tears even in her sleep.
Those who haven't experienced death will never know its horror, nor the relief and gratitude of surviving. Mu Yunhe had experienced it, which is why he wept with joy. He was slow to express his emotions, suppressing them for so long before finally revealing all his feelings.
His kisses landed gently on Luo Zhiheng's shoulders, the kisses through her clothes feeling like a tickle, but to Mu Yunhe, who was completely unaware of their exquisite beauty, it was already a blessing. He kissed her with reverence, each one precious, each one brimming with deep affection.
Luo Zhiheng is his goddess, his turning point, his salvation, and the new beginning and end of his life!
Even the purest man wouldn't act like Liu Xiahui (a legendary figure known for his chastity) in front of his beloved legal wife; that would be immoral. Even if Mu Yunhe had other thoughts, at this moment he seemed eager and desirous. His hand trembled slightly as he touched her chest; the soft yet supple little thing felt heavy in his hand. Perhaps it was a man's nature, but he instantly fell in love with this little thing.
Of course, calling them "little thing" or "little guy" is an affectionate term; Luo Zhiheng's soft breasts are anything but small. Mu Yunhe fantasized for a moment, thinking they must be bigger than those of that woman with her bare chest and back. But that woman's breasts certainly wouldn't be as beautiful as Aheng's. And that woman couldn't compare to Aheng either.
After gently kneading for a few moments, Mu Yunhe was as cautious as a thief, barely daring to breathe. Yet, this was such a stimulating thing, and his breathing was heavy; it was like being in deep water and on fire.
Gradually, he became dissatisfied with such actions. He longed to know what it would feel like for his palm to touch her without any restraint or hindrance. In the darkness, Mu Yunhe's hand deftly untied her sash and then reached inside. But there was still one layer left. Mu Yunhe was so anxious that he was covered in sweat and was so frustrated that he almost cried.
He touched and wiped, not knowing what the layer underneath was, but he noticed that there was a strap around Luo Zhiheng's neck. He bit it open with his teeth, and surprisingly, his large hand pulled down the fabric on her chest.
Ha ha ha ha……
Mu Yunhe laughed silently, but his eyes narrowed with joy. His hands trembled slightly as he reached upwards, and finally, he touched it.
The soft, smooth texture, the thrilling sensation—it was as if he were holding a sweet, juicy peach in his hands, one he could knead at will, yet fearing that the sweet juice would spill out if he applied too much force. He dared not use force, afraid of hurting her and afraid of waking her up. He could only handle it with utmost care.
What a wonderful feeling! In an instant, he understood the meaning of being unable to put it down!
His body was burning hot, his breathing heavy, and he felt almost stiff; Mu Yunhe felt like he was about to explode. His mind uncontrollably conjured up images of what that man had done to that woman, and of the two people depicted in the medical book he had once seen doing the same thing…
Now he realized that the two medical books he had been referring to were not medical books at all!
He also wanted to treat Luo Zhiheng that way, to be unrestrained within her body...
Impact!
Mu Yunhe was going crazy. He started moving his lower body completely out of control. Even through the clothing, the friction was so intense that he was going insane. He was going mad with pleasure.
Her little bottom was soft and elastic, which was the exact opposite of his hardness, making it a sweet torture that drove him crazy.
He had lost control of the force in his hands, kneading her haphazardly, and letting out suppressed, innocent yet joyful low growls like a small animal, each stroke completely arrhythmic.
If Luo Zhiheng still didn't feel anything under such intense harassment, then she wouldn't be sleeping soundly, but rather a dead person.
The pressure and pain in her chest made her frown, but she was unwilling to wake up from her sleep. She groggily rummaged around, trying to push away what was causing the trouble in her chest, but things didn't go as planned. Not only did it not work, but she also felt as if she was being restrained and couldn't move at all.
Luo Zhiheng reluctantly opened her eyes and felt her body moving slightly. It felt like someone was bumping into her from behind, making her move around.
Luo Zhiheng snapped back to reality! She struggled violently, grabbed the hand in front of her chest, flung it back, and pulled the blanket around her chest as she jumped up, shouting angrily, "Who goes there!"
"Ah!" Mu Yunhe was enjoying himself when he was suddenly pushed away, and the pain in his wrist made him groan.
"Mu Yunhe?!" Luo Zhiheng was startled, only then realizing that she had shared a bed with Mu Yunhe! Worried that she might hurt him, Luo Zhiheng pounced on him without thinking, anxiously asking, "How are you? Where are you hurt?"
Mu Yunhe forgot the pain, forgot everything, and felt his mind go blank. He stared blankly at the fair, beautiful, and undisguised chest hanging above him, his mouth dry and his blood boiling.
Seeing Luo Zhiheng's breasts so completely and directly for the first time was incredibly stimulating for Mu Yunhe. He felt his breathing become even heavier, and he couldn't help but reach out and, under Luo Zhiheng's horrified gaze, grab those lively, wriggling little creatures tightly.
"You you you..." Luo Zhiheng was eloquent, but at this moment she was so frightened by Mu Yunhe's bold, unrestrained and evil actions that she couldn't say a word. She just felt a tingling sensation suddenly rush up from her tailbone, and she lost all her strength and collapsed.
Unfortunately, Luo Zhiheng was destined for a tragedy tonight! She landed right on Mu Yunhe, and the soft little thing made intimate contact with Mu Yunhe's face.
In that instant, Luo Zhiheng felt like dying!
Mu Yunhe, however, ate without any hesitation, as naturally as an infant knowing exactly where to eat to avoid starving. He ate with gusto, with passion, and with great relish.
Luo Zhiheng felt as if struck by lightning, her entire body numb and almost paralyzed. She wanted to cry but couldn't, her pretty face flushed crimson, though the darkness made it difficult to discern. She wanted to resist, but at this moment, Mu Yunhe was forceful and wouldn't allow her to back down. He held her tightly in his arms, not letting her open her mouth even an inch, not caring if she suffocated…
"You...enough...!! Let me go!" Luo Zhiheng growled through gritted teeth. Even this strong woman was helpless at this moment because she couldn't be cruel to Mu Yunhe, because Mu Yunhe was the apple of her eye!
Mu Yunhe had figured it out on his own, and having tasted its sweetness, he was overjoyed. His narrow eyes looked at Luo Zhiheng with an air of wicked charm, both alluring and seductive. His wicked and mischievous demeanor resembled that of a handsome, dissolute young master. He winked and raised an eyebrow at Luo Zhiheng, making smacking noises with his mouth—a suggestive yet adorable sound.
Luo Zhiheng completely collapsed, glaring at him through gritted teeth, her whole body trembling. She felt his hand grasp hers, a caress that felt both comforting and teasing. Luo Zhiheng wanted to cry but had no tears. Who could give her back her innocent and adorable little Hehe? She didn't want such an evil and domineering guy!
"Aheng, Aheng, it hurts, it hurts so much, help me..." Mu Yunhe released her soft body and said with heavy breathing.
Luo Zhiheng wanted to say that he deserved to be in pain, but then worried that he might have hurt himself somewhere else, so she asked impatiently, "Where does it hurt?"
Mu Yunhe took her hand and led her down to the untouched territory. Like a general, Mu Yunhe proudly and happily declared, "Aheng, this is yours. From now on, it belongs only to Aheng. I will only love Aheng!"
Luo Zhiheng really wanted to find a block of tofu and smash her head against it!
It was such an evil thing, yet he spoke of it as if it were something glorious. And how could she help him? She didn't even dare to touch it; just getting close to it made her feel hot and frightened, and she dared not touch it.
No! Luo Zhiheng ruthlessly rejected Mu Yunhe's desires and demands, turned over to sleep, and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, leaving Mu Yunhe no place to make a move.
Mu Yunhe was dumbfounded. Was he just going to be left here like this, neglected by his beloved darling? He kicked Luo Zhiheng's little bottom: "Aheng, are you going to abandon me?"
Luo Zhiheng roared in a muffled voice from under the covers, "Get out! Take care of it yourself!"
With a look of grievance in her eyes, Mu Yunhe choked up and said, "My hand hurts, I can't fix it today, can you help me?"
Luo Zhiheng felt as if struck by lightning from a clear sky; a flock of crows flew across the sky, leaving behind streaks of black feathers...
So it turns out that even a seemingly innocent man can be incredibly shameless!
She abruptly threw off the covers, turned around, and roared, "Mu Yunhe!! Don't make me angry, or I'll make you suffer even more. You're acting like a jerk in the middle of the night, and you even dare to drag me into this! You bastard!"
Mu Yunhe suddenly pounced on her, and as Luo Zhiheng's pupils constricted, her eyes glazed over, and her face filled with sorrow, he accurately snuggled into her arms, buried his face in her chest, and held her tightly, refusing to let go. A muffled voice came from her embrace, accusing her with grievance, "Aheng, you don't love me, you don't love me at all!"
"How do you know I don't love you?" Luo Zhiheng asked angrily through gritted teeth.
Mu Yunhe looked up, her eyes pitiful, her voice mournful: "That old man said only people who love each other would be willing to do this. I love you, so I really want to do this with you, but you don't like doing it, you resist me, so you don't love me."
"I love you very much, really, but you're not ready to do this right now. Go to sleep." Luo Zhiheng seemed to calm down all of a sudden, and she gently patted Mu Yunhe's face.
Mu Yunhe's eyes held a sly smile as he buried his face in her arms again, saying with a wronged expression, "Really? I'm so happy to know that Aheng loves me too. But what should we do today? It's so big, I'll die if I don't make it shrink. The Poison Saint said that if we don't let that thing cry out, it can suffocate people."
Luo Zhiheng gritted her teeth, making her back teeth ache. She patted Mu Yunhe's shoulder reassuringly and said, "Don't worry, you won't suffocate. It's just once or twice. If you really grow up, I'll sleep in a separate room from you. I promise you'll live to be a hundred."
Mu Yunhe froze, instinctively hugging her tighter, and said with increasing grievance, "I know, I won't let it grow up so easily anymore, so Aheng, don't sleep separately from me, I won't be separated from you."
Luo Zhiheng's forehead veins throbbed, and her whole body felt tingly. She sneered, "Pretending to be innocent? Do you think it's fun? You're even addicted to it?"
Mu Yunhe nestled in her arms, his laughter deep and cheerful, his voice regaining its sexy depth: "Hmm, if it's about playing innocent with my Aheng, then I'm willing to be an idiot. Aheng, do you like me like that?"
Luo Zhiheng looked down at the sparkling light in Mu Yunhe's eyes, and a smile crept into her eyes: "Yes, I like it. But I don't like your lecherous look, it's not cute at all. Also, I hope you are completely healthy, and I don't want you to get sick because of this. Can you understand how I feel? I just want you to be better."
Mu Yunhe's gaze darkened slightly. He reached out and pressed his long arm against the back of her neck, drawing her head towards him. He kissed her lovely, petal-like lips deeply, and said tenderly, "I know, I'll be more careful in the future, so you won't worry, okay?"
"Mmm," Luo Zhiheng murmured, snuggling into his arms. His chest wasn't particularly strong, but it made her feel so safe. This man wasn't powerful, but he would do anything for her. They were destined for each other, and she was a happy woman because she had found her other half who brought her happiness.
"Aheng, don't blame me for being impulsive. You have no idea how attractive you are to me. You're right here beside me, and I've learned about the relationship between men and women. The feeling is like taking a drug, making me lose control." Mu Yunhe hugged her, calming down from the stimulation, and explained.
"I know, it's not your fault. It's not your fault that you found out too early, it's the old man's fault," Luo Zhiheng said calmly, gently kissing his chest as a way of comforting him.
Mu Yunhe chuckled, his chest vibrating slightly, sending a shiver down her spine. He said with amusement, "Now you're quite the Poison Saint, aren't you? How do you plan to deal with him?"
They are the two people in this world who understand each other best. From just a few words, they can understand what the other wants to do. The Poison Saint has turned him into this; Ah Heng probably hates the Poison Saint to the core. I wonder if the Poison Saint can withstand this rage?
Luo Zhiheng patted him lightly, gritted her teeth and laughed, "He corrupted you, making me so upset and angry, and making you uncomfortable too. I will definitely not let him get away with this! Anyone who makes me unhappy will also be unhappy! I'm best at giving someone a taste of their own medicine! Hmph!"
The two embraced, spending this agonizing night in sweet bliss. Mu Yunhe displayed astonishing self-control; though his erection remained strong, he refrained from any improper actions, simply holding her and chatting, sharing many heartfelt thoughts. Their feelings for each other intensified rapidly in this ambiguous and humid night.
As soon as it was light, Luo Zhiheng got up and left, disappearing mysteriously to who-knows-where. Despite not having slept all night, she was full of energy. Mu Yunhe, however, couldn't manage; he desperately needed a good night's sleep. But before going to sleep, he took matters into his own hands and released the tears his brother had been holding back all night.
The Southern Dynasty emperor's invitation arrived again. This time, Bai Mingyue was the one delivering the decree, but Luo Zhiheng was no longer there. It was the gloomy-faced Prince Shi who met with Bai Mingyue. Upon learning Bai Mingyue's purpose, Prince Shi smiled coldly and said without hesitation or pretense, "This matter has nothing to do with Luo Zhiheng. Tell your emperor to stop looking for her. Using that excuse too often makes people think his motives are impure. Besides, it's just a brothel. I burned it down, so what? Do you have a problem with that? I never knew the Southern Dynasty emperor was so idle, even meddling in brothels? Does he have connections there? Could it be that some illegitimate child has been born? Otherwise, why would he be so concerned about this?"
The King's words were truly vicious! He directly described Bai Mingyue as the child of a prostitute, grouping his mother with the women of that brothel. This clearly lowered her status by more than one level!
Bai Mingyue's face changed instantly. He wanted to get angry, but he didn't dare. Even the emperor of the Southern Dynasty trembled before the Prince of Shi, let alone him. He swallowed his anger, but he was unwilling to back down. He said coldly, "This is the Southern Dynasty. My father is the emperor of the Southern Dynasty. The people of the Southern Dynasty are all his people. My father loves his people like his own children, so naturally he will not abandon them!"
"You mean the prostitutes, the women and men in the brothel, are all the emperor's children? A bunch of prostitutes?" the king asked with a vicious, sinister laugh.
Bai Mingyue's face turned deathly pale. These words were dangerous; she risked offending someone. Bai Mingyue roared, "Don't spout nonsense! Slandering and defaming the Emperor! Even if you were a prince, you'd have to think twice. The Southern Dynasty isn't afraid of you!"
"What? Are you declaring war on me on behalf of the entire Southern Dynasty? Do you even have the right? Or are you already the ruler of the Southern Dynasty?" The Queen was equally confrontational today; she was in a very bad mood. That bastard Lou Yun was completely uncooperative, refusing to apologize or soften his stance, just stubbornly resisting her. She'd been annoyed for two days already, and of course, she wouldn't refuse Bai Mingyue's offer to be her punching bag!
Bai Mingyue was abruptly silenced. How could he dare say such a thing? He certainly had no right to say it. But he didn't want to lose face in front of such an unreasonable prince, especially if it reached Luo Zhiheng's ears.
"Are you admitting that you ordered the arson that destroyed the Fangguan Kingdom? You dared to set fire to and kill innocent people in the Southern Dynasty! This is a grave crime! Even if the King of Silver Moon Kingdom came personally, it wouldn't be believable. More than a hundred people! You just killed them like that! What do you take the Southern Dynasty for? Please come with me to the palace immediately to hear the Emperor's judgment!" Bai Mingyue was extremely arrogant. He thought that because of his status, he could criticize the Prince of Shi. He thought that because he was now the Emperor's son, he was invincible. Therefore, when he spoke to the Prince of Shi, he was very self-righteous and disdainful.
"Insolence!" King Shi roared in fury, and the teacups, porcelain vases, and vases in the hall instantly emitted a crisp buzzing sound before exploding in an instant! The shattered fragments, carrying great force, fell everywhere, injuring some people in the hall. Bai Mingyue was not spared; a sharp porcelain object pierced her shoulder and face, leaving a long gash on her face from which blood gushed.
"Ah!" Bai Mingyue cried out in alarm, "Guards! Guards! Seize this madwoman! She's trying to assassinate me!"
Who else dared to step forward? The King's power was too great.
The King sneered, "Overestimating yourself! You're courting death!" The King made his move, appearing in front of Bai Mingyue without even leaving an afterimage, and slapped Bai Mingyue away with a single palm strike.
Bai Mingyue's body flew high into the air, flying from the room all the way out of the hall, and landed heavily on the ground outside, spitting out blood and her face ashen.
As soon as he landed, someone ran in behind him. He rolled to the person's feet like a stray dog. When he looked up, his pupils contracted, because the person who came in was Luo Zhiheng! Luo Zhiheng saw all of his disheveled state!
Seeing him frown deeply, Luo Zhiheng didn't hesitate for a moment before lifting her foot and stepping over Bai Mingyue's head, just like that!
Bai Mingyue's eyes were filled with rage and gloom, yet she couldn't utter a single word.
First update! Hurry up and look at this one, my darlings! There's more explicit content. I wonder if the painted silk version will be censored. Keep working hard for the second update! Please vote, leave comments, and give monthly tickets! Mwah, my darlings! This chapter has over 7300 words. If you see a different word count, sorry, it's been censored. So hurry up and look at this one!