His left hand...can move?!
"Xiao Yuan..." he murmured softly, his eyes slightly narrowed with a seductive allure, and his lips pressed against his.
Her heart ached, and tears streamed down her face.
"What's wrong?" He asked her, his expression slightly sharpening as he suppressed his anger.
"Why do you always lie to me? I..." Tears flowed even more frequently.
He sighed, then opened his slightly narrowed, beautiful eyes solemnly, and said as if making a vow: "I, Yi Chunjun, will never intentionally deceive Li Yuan'er again."
She stared at him intently, "Really?"
"Really..." Her voice lingered in the tender, lingering kisses.
Her other hand weakly grasped the fingers that had already slipped between her legs. She was already panting, and in her dazed state, she said with difficulty, "Don't do this... Don't do this before you've explained things to Pei Junwu..."
He paused, startled.
"What did you say?" He pressed down harder, his grip on her hand tightening. "I'd rather die than live again. I never intended for him to be with you! You're mine."
His other hand broke free from her resistance and thrust all the way in.
She began to sob softly, her body trembling as he teased her. "But...but..." she gasped, his fingers moving in and out with a tantalizing caress. "I owe him so much, so much..."
“I have a way to make it up to him.” He stopped all his movements. Although she was still yearning, she became more clear-headed and looked at him in a daze. He smiled mischievously again.
"To make it up to him, we must work together."
"Huh?" She looked at him, puzzled.
He smirked, then suddenly lifted her shapely buttocks, unleashing his pent-up desire.
She screamed and convulsed, tightening her legs.
"Give him a daughter to be his wife." He chuckled wickedly, remaining still inside her, waiting for her to adjust to his entry.
Xiao Yuan, clutching her chest, which was churning with gasps, looked at him in disbelief.
"Isn't it wonderful? You and my daughter... I can't even imagine how beautiful it would be." He said softly, shifting his waist, his desire pausing within her, eliciting a groan from her. "Giving him the Heaven-Supporting Curse and our daughter, he won't lose out. And..." he laughed again, "when our daughter marries him, we can ask for three-tenths of his power as a dowry, we won't lose out either, we might even make a profit." He laughed heartily, "Just thinking about him calling me 'father-in-law' in the future makes me happy."
His laughter was infectious; she glared at him, thinking, "You scoundrel!" She struggled for a moment, then pushed him away with all her might.
"What are you doing?" He gripped her waist, preventing her from leaving. "Don't you like this plan?"
"I like it." She dodged him, preventing him from entering further, and smiled. "There's a problem. What if our daughter looks like you?" Thinking about it, she laughed out loud.
"He's just unlucky." He frowned, forcefully stopping her from squirming any further. "Focus! Don't think about Pei Junwu at a time like this!"
"Hmm, oh dear."
He plunged deeply into her, his hand caressing her sensitive clitoris. "One last thing, I'm sorry... Xiao Yuan..."
"Um... um... what am I sorry for..." she asked breathlessly.
"From now on... ah... I'll never make you sad again..."
She gazed at him, his movements rhythmic, with a dazed look. "Really?"
"Shh!"
Chapter 65 of "The Smiling Flower": Love Has No Right or Wrong
Xiao Yuan wanted to return to the house as if nothing had happened, but when he saw his Uncle Lan fiddling with his flute under the bamboo in front of the house, his face involuntarily turned red. It was as if he had done something wrong.
Lan Yanfeng glanced at her, smiled slightly, and then looked closely at the flute in his hand. "Go change your clothes first, or you'll catch a cold."
Xiao Yuan lowered his head and ran into the room in a somewhat disheveled state.
While changing her clothes, she heard the melodious sound of a flute. The tune was carefree and cheerful, which made her feel relaxed and comfortable all over.
Stepping out of the room, she saw Master Lan, eyes still closed, engrossed in his flute music. She stared at him, stunned. Because of his mastery of internal energy, he, though in his forties, looked no more than thirty. His handsome face and arrogant expression were truly captivating…
He was different from Uncle Zhu. Uncle Zhu was calm and composed, rarely smiled, and did things meticulously. Her mother could understand why he didn't choose him. But what about Uncle Lan...? He was the kind of man who could teach a disciple like Yi Chunjun, such a handsome, unrestrained, and free-spirited man. How could her mother not choose him?
Of course, her own father was the best in her heart, but her two senior uncles, Zhu Lan and her mother, were childhood sweethearts with a deep bond. Sometimes, she could tell from the way they looked at her that these two men loved her mother deeply! Just because she was her mother's daughter, they had actually expended their entire lives' worth of internal energy cultivation to save her and fulfill her wishes.
These two outstanding men, one calm and the other rebellious, were both rejected by their mother.
Why? She really wanted to know why...
"Why are you looking at me like that? Is it because I'm prettier than the little fox?" Lan Yanfeng laughed and stopped playing.
"Huh?" Xiao Yuan snapped out of her daze and realized she had been staring straight at him. "Uncle Lan!" she said coquettishly, stamping her foot and blushing slightly.
"Have you decided to choose the little fox?" He looked at her with a smile.
Xiao Yuan bit her lip and finally nodded emphatically.
Lan Yanfeng laughed and tapped his palm lightly with his flute. "Little Yuan, you'd better be careful. Chun Jun is a cunning and womanizing fellow with a belly full of tricks. If you don't keep a close eye on him and be strict with him, he'll cause trouble!"
"How can you talk about your own apprentice like that!" Xiao Yuan'er protested.
"So, daughters really do leave home once they grow up; they're already protecting their young son-in-law?"