Le ciel au-dessus des rivières et des lacs est dégagé

Chapitre 95

His father hired many skilled guards to stand watch outside his courtyard; clearly, the last incident had greatly frightened him. He was always cautious, and his own life and property were always his top priority.

Zexiu easily defeated those experts and entered his courtyard once again.

This time, he knocked on the door politely, and the girl who opened it was the same one from before. The first thing she did upon seeing him wasn't to scream, but to blush and blush so deeply she didn't dare look up.

Zexiu chuckled, lightly touched her face, and went inside, but her father was not there.

Where are the others?

The girl trembled slightly and whispered, "Master... has gone out and won't be back until before the New Year."

Zexiu nodded, turned and walked to the door, grabbing it as if to close it behind him. The girl breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief, but then he closed the door, turned around and hugged her tightly.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked in a very vulgar way.

She trembled like a leaf in the wind, gave a barely audible "hmm," and looked up into his alluring and flirtatious eyes, feeling as if she were about to be intoxicated.

Zexiu tore her clothes, without any politeness, directly and bluntly, as he said: He fucked her.

She nestled in his arms like a little rabbit with nowhere to escape, her cries soft and sweet, faintly tinged with sobs.

Suddenly, she sprang up, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and kissed him frantically on the face, her voice trembling as she said, "You...you take me away...please? Save me..."

Zexiu helped her change her clothes and, as she wished, took her out of that cannibalistic mansion and settled her in another distant city. A year later, she married a local tycoon as a concubine, but less than six months later, she was tortured to death by the principal wife.

In the end, she couldn't escape the tragic fate of being manipulated. In this world, relying on anyone is useless; only by becoming strong and relying on yourself can you avoid being eaten.

He could only feel pity and sigh for these women who were like parasitic vines, clinging to men, such as his mother, and this girl who was like a white rabbit. Occasionally, he would think of the little girl from that small town. He had forgotten her name and appearance, but he found her very interesting. If he could meet her again, perhaps they could get along well.

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The sound of rain outside the window pattered softly. Zexiu awoke from a deep dream. The room was filled with a faint fragrance and was very quiet. He couldn't tell where he was or what time it was.

Someone was embroidering delicately by the window; the sound of the needle piercing the silk was soothing.

He sat up in bed and turned to look, only to see Xiaoman hunched over the table.

Seeing that he was awake, she didn't turn around, but whispered, "Rainy days are awful. I wonder when the sun will finally shine again."

Zexiu rested her chin on her hand and leaned against the headboard. After thinking for a long time, she suddenly said, "I feel like I've seen you a long time ago."

Xiao Man turned to look at him, puzzled: "What?"

He laughed. "Well, I mean, a long time ago, I saw you in Wutong Town. I even gave you money, and you bought some sesame cakes."

Xiao Man glared at him: "Are you running a fever? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zexiu leaned against the headboard and beckoned to her: "Come here, come here, let me see you."

Xiao Man dropped her bandage and walked over, only to be grabbed by the arm by him. She stumbled and fell into his arms with a startled cry. Ze Xiu held her slender waist, lifted her up and placed her on his lap, pinched her delicate chin and looked her up and down, smiling as he said, "You've grown quite a bit."

Xiao Man pushed him hard, exclaiming, "This person's gone mad! Did he fall asleep all afternoon and get a nightmare?!"

Zexiu cupped her face, lowered his head and gently bit her lips, chuckling softly, "Xiaoman, thank goodness it's you."

She struggled for a long time to no avail, and could only let him bite her lips lightly and heavily, while saying indistinctly, "It's getting late, do you want to eat?"

He gave a deep "hmm," removed the hairpin from her hair, and pulled her into his arms.

"I'll eat you first..."

He seemed to still be in a dream, his movements were rough and direct, he tore at her thin spring dress with a ripping sound because he couldn't unbutton it.

He doesn't understand what gentleness is when it comes to women in bed; he often doesn't even take off his clothes and just vents his desires.

His absurd life ended at the age of twenty. Sometimes he would wonder if he would fall in love with any woman in the future, what kind of woman he would like, a voluptuous woman? Or a slender one? An older woman? Or a younger one? Would she be gentle or fiery, weak or strong?

He couldn't quite picture what a woman would be like, but occasionally he thought a gentle woman would be nice, at least she would submit to his domineering nature.

The soft body beneath him seemed to be resisting. He pressed down on her hands, but she cleverly broke free, hugging his neck. Her soft breaths flowed in his ear, and she whispered, trembling, "You... be gentle..."

Zexiu suddenly realized that the girl was Xiaoman. He was startled awake and looked down. He saw that her clothes were torn and her fair body was pinned down by him. She was probably terrified and had tears in her eyes. She stared at him blankly.

What a terrible situation... He's raping her?

Zexiu let out a breath, closed his eyes in annoyance, and after a while, suddenly picked her up and straddled her on his lap, stroking her delicate back in a comforting manner.

In the end, the woman he fell in love with wasn't gentle; on the contrary, he learned what gentleness truly meant. He was afraid of hurting her, afraid of scratching her with too much force, afraid of causing her pain with violent movements.

Xiaoman trembled all over and whispered, "I don't want it anymore... I don't want it anymore... Let me down..." She was clearly terrified, and her first instinct was to retreat as the safest option.

Zexiu gently put his arm around her waist and whispered, "I'm sorry, I startled you."

He kissed her cheek, brushed her hair aside, and took her small earlobe into his mouth, licking it gently.

She was different. Zexiu didn't want a woman like a parasitic vine, dependent on him, unable to survive without him, destined only to die. His lover needed to be strong; they didn't need to be together all the time. He could leave her without worrying about her being bullied. In reality, there was practically no one who could break Xiaoman; he knew that very well.

His movements were incredibly gentle as he laid her down and kissed her tenderly, bit by bit. It was like the first time he had ever seen a woman naked; everything about her was new and exciting to him, and he never tired of it, no matter how many times he did it.

A wisp of smoke curled from the bronze cauldron, filling the room with a subtle fragrance, yet it couldn't mask the scent emanating from her. Ze Xiu buried his face in her thick, long hair, then suddenly straightened up, causing the girl beneath him to gasp and hug him tightly.

In the darkness, sweat poured down his skin, flowing down his clearly defined, firm muscles. His body pressed tightly against hers, without any gaps, until it was impossible to tell whose sweat it was. He swayed slowly like this, not to release his pent-up emotions, nor to seek physical pleasure, but as if to feel her, little by little, meticulously and tightly, leaving no inch untouched.

He kissed her face, neck, and chest almost frantically, their lips searching aimlessly for a long time before finally meeting. Her body was hot and tight, she shivered slightly but refused to give in, ruffling his long hair with her hands and caressing his chest and the fierce-looking Qilin on his back.

The nameless anger in his heart gradually subsided. Suddenly, he pulled her up to sit up, pressed his face against her chest, and their every inch was tightly pressed together. Their hearts were pounding erratically, and they didn't care about either of them.

"Xiaoman, do you love me?" He didn't move, he just held her tightly.