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"What is Mingming? Mingming is Xie Dongfeng's wife?" Hearing the crackling sounds from the other side of the boulder, she sighed, not knowing what he was angry about, and said softly, "Aren't you curious? If I were really his wife, how could he let the rumors about me and Zhou Zice fly around, and then let me marry you? How could I serve two husbands?"
She paused, giving him time to think things through calmly.
The area behind the boulder gradually quieted down. After a long while, the scholar's thoughtful and earnest reply came through: "You're all sick."
Fan Qingbo was taken aback, and the gentle aura she had painstakingly cultivated crumbled. "You're the one who's sick!"
“So fierce…only a guilty person is all bark and no bite.” He spoke with absolute certainty, his tone conveying an attitude of “I knew it.”
Once again speechless, Fan Qingbo laughed. The long-lost scholarly, irrelevant answer... how endearing, far more charming than his unpredictable anger. She patiently revealed the answer: "Because Xie Yiren is just a facade, and I have always been Fan Qingbo, not Xie Yiren."
Another long silence followed. "...Who is Xie Yiren?"
He choked for the third time. Fan Qingbo closed his eyes, retracted his previous statement, and realized that his cluelessness wasn't exactly endearing.
Taking a deep breath, she abandoned her attempt to communicate with him and decided to skip the interactive segment, starting from the beginning: "Xie Yiren is the daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo. Who is the Duke of Zhenguo? The Duke of Zhenguo was a minister who attempted to rebel during the late emperor's reign. Um, continue, Xie Yiren entered the Zheyi Palace as a slave when she was thirteen years old... Zheyi Palace? The Zheyi Palace is where the lowest-ranking servants in the palace stayed. Hey, can you please stop interrupting?"
The person finally quieted down.
Once she was sure he was behaving himself, she continued, "Xie Yiren, unable to bear the suffering of slavery, attempted suicide but was saved by Xie Dongfeng, who had come out of curiosity to see what was going on. That's how the two met..."
Fan Qingbo began by recounting events from before the new year, but the scholar, after listening for a while, still didn't understand the connection between this so-called "Xie Yiren" and their affairs, until she said—
"Xie Yiren married Xie Dongfeng. In exchange, Xie Dongfeng gave Xie Yiren a new identity, named Fan Qingbo. Yesterday's events are like yesterday's death. Although Xie Yiren is Xie Dongfeng's wife, Fan Qingbo's resume is very simple: female, twenty-two years old, manager of Huanxitian, married a scholar on the seventh day of the seventh month of the first year of Datong."
After recalling the events, Fan Qingbo paused for a moment, then said, "I apologize to you for Fan Bing's substitute marriage. I cannot hold a wedding ceremony with you because I have to go to the palace to completely end my identity as Xie Yiren. Then, I will focus on being your wife."
After speaking, he fell silent again, and the cave fell silent once more. For a moment, all was still, except for the flickering campfire and the babbling of the mountain spring.
Are you kidding me? Her last sentence was so virtuous, kind, intelligent, and deeply affectionate, how come he's still unmoved? Could it be that his strange thought process has once again led him down the wrong path of misunderstanding? Fan Qingbo stared intently at the boulder, and seeing that it hadn't reacted for a long time, her initial confidence vanished, and she became nervous.
"Scholar..." She stood up, intending to go over, but in her panic, she cried out, "Ah—"
She slipped and fell into the water. The water, which had only reached her waist, instantly rose above her head. She choked on the water and a wave of fear of suffocation washed over her. Her mind went blank, and she reflexively struggled desperately. Just when she thought she was about to drown, a large hand caught her waist and pulled her to the surface.
"My wife, are you alright?!"
Fan Qingbo was suddenly lifted up by the scholar, who patted her back frantically. After spitting out the water, she was shocked by his address and stammered, "You..." what did you call me? Before she could finish the last four words, she was pulled into his arms again.
"You scared me to death!" The scholar hugged her tightly.
"What did you call yourself again?"
Before he could finish speaking, he nervously pulled her away, anxiously touching and rubbing her here and there, asking, "Is anything bothering you? Do you feel tightness in your chest? Are you dizzy?"
"You—" This time he was finally able to speak in a complete sentence, "Where are you touching?"
The scholar was startled, looked down, and saw that his hand was placed squarely in a place that a gentleman should never place. He belatedly realized that the body in front of him was completely naked, and every part of it was smooth to the touch.
"Ah!" the scholar exclaimed softly, his face burning instantly. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, but it accidentally brushed against a certain spot. His hand trembled, and then he was surprised to find that Fan Qingbo's face had also turned red, and not only her face, but her entire body was flushed. Her gaze towards him had changed; it was hazy, dreamy, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated…
*Smack*
The scholar slapped her across the face.
Fan Qingbo stared wide-eyed in disbelief. A naked woman was right in her arms, the lighting was perfect, the atmosphere was ideal—and this guy, instead of pounceing on her, had slapped her? This guy was definitely not immune to temptation! He was probably retaliating for her sneezing in his face! Just as she was about to explode, she saw him cup her face in his hands with concern, murmuring, "Did you soak in the water for too long? Are you feeling dizzy, my wife?"
She almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Was her burning desire not obvious enough? Fine, he really wanted her to faint, huh? Then she'd faint for him to see!
Fan Qingbo rolled her eyes and leaned against the scholar, saying, "Husband, I feel so dizzy."
That sweet, soft voice… the scholar's legs went weak, and he suddenly wanted to say: Wife, I'm so dizzy too…
Keeping his eyes focused and his mind at ease, the scholar helped Fan Qingbo up from the water, trying his best to keep his gaze straight ahead and his hands from moving up or down. However, his wife was not very cooperative, always intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against him with her soft body, and her hands around his neck were restless, sometimes stroking his sensitive nape, sometimes running through his hair, disturbing his will.
The short walk from the hot spring to the campfire felt like an eternity to him.
After finally managing to put her down and wrap her in his clothes, which had been dried and warmed, he was soaked through, unable to tell if it was spring water or sweat. Once he was settled, he suddenly realized that getting her out of the water wasn't such a good decision after all.
In the firelight, her flushed face, smiling eyes, dripping body, and fair skin almost transparent, along with the lingering, intoxicating touch in his hand, all seemed to be destroying his will.
"My wife, are you... feeling any better?" The voice was hoarse, as if there was a burning sensation in his throat.
"My love, I'm so cold." She curled up, hugged herself, and snuggled up to him, her ample bosom on full display.
"Oh, then I'll go add some firewood."
After a while, the firewood did not burn any brighter, but behind the boulder, rustling sounds, low moans, giggles, and heavy breathing rose and fell, occasionally emanating from the fire.
"Hmm... Husband, what are you holding in your hand?"
"firewood."
"Hmm... Husband, you can add firewood if you want, but why are you taking off your clothes?"
"If your clothes get wet, the firewood won't light."
"Hmm...then, my husband, you—"
"My wife, you seem to have a lot of free time on your mind?"
So before Fan Qingbo's mouth was mercilessly gagged, she actually wanted to say one more thing: This really is a wedding night in all its glory.
Having sex in a cave is what is called a bridal chamber.
Author's Note: Because I'm naturally a bit of a sleazy and boastful person, and I'm the kind of person who'd die if I didn't read the comments, I want to post and read the comments as soon as I finish a chapter, so I can't save up any drafts, which makes my updates unstable >_< I'm so sorry about the delays, I'll take all the blame.
P.S.: I recently saw some readers on the forum complaining that the author was making empty promises and even saying they would never read this author's work again. So I truly feel that you've all been too tolerant of me. Thank you, I love you all!!! mua! (╯3╰)