Chapter Sixty
Yixiao allowed herself to be lost in his deep, lingering kiss, her body melting into numbness as her vision blurred.
Could she truly forget everything and surrender herself completely?
"Look at me," Feng Suige murmured breathlessly as he pulled away from her lips. Whenever her gaze strayed from him, an inexplicable fury burned within him. Those captivating eyes—filled with a stubborn beauty that drove men to reckless obsession, willing to risk everything to possess and shatter her...
His lips were soft—was she really going to indulge her emotions to prove just how much she liked him, to confirm whether this affection had already reached the point of no return? The thought made her bite down hard, her sharp teeth breaking his skin. She reveled in the taste of blood flooding her mouth and the slight tremor that ran through him. The metallic tang drove her wild, igniting a destructive urge.
Yet, in response to her ferocity, Feng Suige met her with tenderness and indulgence. Their lips sealed together, stealing her breath in waves of passion so deep it felt like devotion.
She was intoxicated, closing her eyes to savor the sensation—until his next move froze her stiff. Feng Suige's scorching palm trailed slowly from her shoulder, fingers gliding along her arm. She could almost hear every pore on her body screaming.
Gently, he took her injured hand, his thumb softly tracing the wounds on her palm, wordlessly conveying his remorse and regret.
The faint sting brought a sliver of clarity back to Yixiao's gaze.
She hated how easily she had been moved by a mere piece of armor. She had meant to sever all ties with him, to banish him from her life completely—yet instead, she had been the one consumed.
But it was too late for regrets. From this day onward, from the moment she accepted Feng Suige's kiss, everything had changed irrevocably.
Angrily, she tore her lips from his and sank her teeth into the side of his neck. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she wanted to tear out his throat and drain him dry.
Feng Suige let out a muffled groan, his breath ragged with surrender, but he didn’t pull away or push her off. He knew—Yixiao was like a caged beast finally freed. Unless she vented her fury, she would never retract her claws.
He hadn’t expected her to be this ruthless—no, this vicious. He sighed inwardly.
After what felt like an eternity, Yixiao slowly released him. "Why didn’t you push me away? Do you really enjoy this pain?" Feng Suige chuckled hoarsely. "I still haven’t figured out how to atone for my mistake that day. So if biting me helps, go ahead—just don’t hold my past faults against me anymore, alright?"
Yes, what was done was done. Why dwell on the past? Let the suspicion, hurt, evasion, indifference, and despair all fade with the wind. From now on, trust and rely on each other—a soft voice whispered in her heart.The mutual suspicion and the torment of body and mind, coupled with their excessively stubborn pride, kept them entangled and hurting each other in their own rigid and domineering ways. Have you ever considered—can you truly coexist peacefully? The other voice still lingered.
"Alright," Yixiao said with some difficulty, "but I won't promise you anything..." "I don't need you to promise anything," Feng Suige stared at her face, "I just want you to discard those so-called rules, let go of your defenses against me, and try to understand me, accept me..."
Yixiao finally couldn't help but punch him. "And you call that not asking me to promise anything?" Feng Suige seized the moment to grab her hand and pull her into his arms, beaming with joy. "This is perfect—I thought that once you saw my resolve, all your reservations would vanish. But who knew that the moment you faced me, you'd only dig yourself deeper into that stubborn corner? You have no idea how anxious I’ve been watching you. Sometimes I really wanted to give you a good smack to vent my frustration, but I couldn’t bear to..."
He should have said this earlier. He should have let go of the past sooner. He should have held her tightly like this and never let go.
Lowering his head to kiss the person in his arms, Feng Suige felt nothing but joy, his heart as warm as the sunlight breaking through the clouds after days of gloom.
Days of heavy rain had delayed their journey. Finally, a clear day arrived, but after only half a day of travel, before the sunlight could even fade, the rain returned with the force of a thousand galloping horses, pouring down from afar. Xia Jingshi had no choice but to order the camp to be set up again.
The trees on the hillsides swayed wildly in the storm, the raindrops slanting sharply under the wind's force, stinging their faces. In the downpour, Ning Fei, bare-chested, wiped the rain from his face and continued hammering stakes into the ground to secure the carts and horses. Ling Xueying crouched nearby under an oiled umbrella, then suddenly spun it, sending the collected rainwater flying off the edges like arrows straight at Ning Fei.
"What are you doing?" Ning Fei shouted, rubbing his eyes in frustration. "You're just making things worse! I told you not to come—you'll be soaked in no time, and then you'll complain about headaches again!" "You're the one who told me not to be alone with her," Xueying retorted with a pout. "Besides, even that stinky rock is working. I’d be ashamed to sit in the carriage watching everyone else work like she does."
"Then step back a bit," Ning Fei wiped his face again. "Stop causing trouble and let me—" Before he could finish, Xueying giggled and spun the umbrella at him once more. Ning Fei glared at her, teeth clenched, then suddenly threw down the hammer, pressed his hand into the mud, and smeared it haphazardly across her face.
Caught off guard, Xueying instinctively leaned back, but with a shriek, she landed in the mud—right as Ning Fei’s hand smeared across her face. Furious and amused, she tossed the umbrella aside, grabbed a handful of rain-soaked mud, and lunged at him to smear it on his face.
Ning Fei laughed and dodged, evading her muddy hands while looking for chances to strike back. Soon, Xueying’s face was half-covered in mud, but she didn’t bother wiping it off, chasing Ning Fei around the camp. Their laughter and playful shouts filled the air, drawing the attention of nearby guards working in the rain, who gathered in small groups to point and laugh.Ning Fei suddenly stopped and said solemnly, "Wait, listen—" Xueying rushed forward and smeared mud all over his face, then planted her hands on her hips and laughed, "Trying to outsmart me..." Her laughter cut short as her expression changed. "What is that?"
From the valley not far away came a thunderous rumble, and the ground trembled slightly. Some of the horses pulling the carriages were so frightened they knelt on the spot, while even the well-trained military steeds broke free from their reins and bolted in panic.
Xia Jingshi had already pushed through the crowd and roared, "Take the supplies and horses, evacuate to the mountain as fast as you can, NOW!!!"
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