Lооk аt this man, so соld аnd hеаrtless! Facеd with hеr facе as beаutiful аs а сеlеstial maidеn, he could still bring himself to do this! Не must be hоlding a grudgе fоr hеr smаshing his faсе bluе еаrlier, nоw determined tо рinch а rainbow of сolors оut of her!
Unаblе tо brеаthе in оr out, Feng Yuе strugglеd to рrу Yin Gеzhi's hand аwaу. Sеeing that shе wаs abоut to be stranglеd to death, shе simрlу stretсhed out her lоng lеgs, jumрed uр, аnd wrарреd them аrоund his waist. Тaking him bу surprise, shе struck whеrе hе leаst ехрected it, hоoking her hand for a "mоnkey steаls the pеaсh" mоve!
Нe hadn't expected her to resist, and even if he had, he never imagined it would be like this. Yin Gezhi dodged and flung her away with a wave of his hand.
"You're a woman, how can you be so vulgar!" He brushed off his clothes fiercely, glaring at her with disgust.
Coughing and gasping for air, Feng Yue rolled her eyes slowly. "And you're a gentleman, aren't you just as vulgar? Bullying a weak woman behind closed doors, what kind of hero is that?"
A weak woman?
He sneered coldly, too lazy to argue with her, and simply stepped closer to her.
She wanted to keep her pride and retort, but when she looked up—damn! There was murderous intent! Feng Yue instantly felt that pride was the most worthless thing in the world. Wiping her face and flicking her sleeves, she sobbed and threw herself at him, kneeling and clinging to his leg without letting go.
"Young master, let's talk this out~ You've truly wronged an innocent! I've never had any dealings with anyone outside, and this is my first time being listed. I don't know the Crown Prince you mentioned. The reason I looked strange earlier was only because your face is so handsome that it reminded me of an old acquaintance."
"Oh?" He stopped walking, looking down at the person at his feet, and sneered. "An old acquaintance?"
"Just an old acquaintance! Died terribly! Bleeding from all seven orifices, torn apart by five horses, bones burned in the wilderness, not even ashes left!" She said it all in one breath without pausing, a dark glint flashing in her eyes. But when she looked up, she smiled flatteringly, her eyes narrowing into slits. "I miss him so much that seeing you made me a bit emotional."
Is that so? Yin Gezhi fell silent, his gaze sweeping over her head like a knife, sharp enough to sting.
Meeting his gaze, Feng Yue pulled open the clothes on her shoulder, twisting her small shoulders and batting her flirtatious eyes. "Besides, if I only wanted to seduce the Crown Prince, why would I be so enthusiastic toward you? The Crown Prince and you are both just patrons—to me, you're the same."
Thinking about it this way, she wasn't lying. Earlier, she even dared to reach into his collar in public. If her goal was only the Crown Prince, she definitely shouldn't have tried to seduce him.
His gaze softened, and the murderous aura around him dissipated considerably. After a moment of calm, Yin Gezhi said, "In that case, I've wronged you."
"Since you know you've wronged me, shouldn't you give me some compensation?" Rising with feigned anger, Feng Yue pointed her crimson-tipped finger at his chest, looking both aggrieved and alluring.
The finger looked gentle enough, but when it landed, Yin Gezhi felt as if a chopstick were about to pierce through his chest.
Was this divine strength or intentional?
Sitting down on the stool behind him, he looked up and saw the woman in front of him press a finger to her lips, approaching with delicate steps. The clothes on her body slipped down like water, revealing long red silk ribbons tied around both wrists.Red suited her well, and the red silk was tied cleverly. With a slight lift of her hand, the vibrant color would glide over her fair skin from between her brows and eyes, falling onto the silk undergarment and stirring ambiguous ripples.
Truly worthy of her profession, she had her ways of seduction.
Yin Gezhi was not an ascetic, but neither was he someone who would take the initiative with just anyone. So even though the scene before him was vivid and alluring, he simply watched quietly, waiting for this enchantress to wind herself around him and breathe warm air into his ear.
Feng Yue coiled around him like a serpent, clinging tightly—her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. With practiced ease, she found the tender spot behind his ear and gave it a gentle bite.
A muffled groan escaped him, and Yin Gezhi’s pupils contracted slightly.
A familiar tingling numbness spread through his entire body, provoking him to grab the arm of the person clinging to him. “You?!”
“Oh? Can the young master not handle this spot either?” Feng Yue giggled.
Also?
Something flickered in his eyes, and Yin Gezhi’s expression darkened.
A courtesan had surely served countless men; it was common for them to find ways to locate their patrons’ sensitive spots.
He took her wrist and tested it—there was no internal energy at all, just soft and pliant. She was no martial artist.
Releasing her wrist, Yin Gezhi closed his eyes and let out a faint “Hmm,” then allowed her to indulge freely upon him.
He hadn’t intended to spend the night outside, but given the comfort, he’d make an exception.
The candlelight glimmered as Feng Yue undressed him piece by piece. Her hands slid down his firm arms, slipped into his palms, pried open his fists, and interlaced their fingers.
Yin Gezhi half-opened his eyes.
“Why are you crying?” he asked.
“Huh?” Feng Yue looked bewildered, reaching up to touch her own face before bursting into a light laugh. “Ah, this servant’s eyes have a condition—they tear up easily when exposed to light at night. Young master need not mind.”
Tears from light? Yin Gezhi turned his head, glanced at the lit lamp on the table, and reached out to snuff it.
The room instantly darkened. Moonlight streamed in from outside, faintly illuminating Feng Yue’s wide, startled eyes.
“I don’t like sleeping with lamps lit either,” he remarked indifferently, then stood up.
Not by lifting Feng Yue, nor by embracing her—he simply straightened up while she was still wrapped around him!
The elegantly poised Feng Yue instantly let out a shriek, clinging to him and trembling. “Could you at least hold me up?!”
“Hold?”
“So I don’t fall!”
Striding toward the bed, Yin Gezhi said, “If you fall, you can get up yourself. I can’t be bothered.”
Feng Yue: “...”
Clutching him desperately, she couldn’t help but laugh in exasperation. After all these years, Young Master Yin was still so inconsiderate toward women. What was even more amusing was that despite his lack of consideration, the women willing to fall from him and pick themselves up could still line up from one end of Flamboyant Street to the other.
Such was fate!
Resigned, she clung to him until he lay down on the bed, then finally relaxed with a sigh. Gritting her teeth, she cooed in a sweet, affected tone, “Young master is truly different from ordinary men—exceptionally aloof.”
“And you are different from ordinary courtesans—exceptionally glaring.”The sound rumbled from his chest. Feng Yue giggled coquettishly, nestling into his embrace as her fingers trailed downward. "Men come to places like this to find a girl they fancy for a night of pleasure. Some prefer elegance, while others like someone as eye-catching as me. In fact, many secretly crave someone like me but are too bound by status and pride to admit it."
Just like this hypocrite in fine clothes.
Yin Gezhi let out a muffled groan—neither in agreement nor disagreement, but because the temptress in his arms had once again found his sensitive spot.
How many men had she served to pinpoint his weaknesses so effortlessly?
He felt a flicker of disgust at her perceived impurity, but it was too late to pull away now. Heat surged through his body, and his expression grew hazy under the onslaught of intense sensation.
It had been a long time since anyone had made him feel this way—as if the ropes binding him had been severed, plunging him into a bottomless whirlpool of passion, lost and sinking...
Beyond redemption.
Feng Yue kept busy all night, uncertain of how he would treat her come dawn. She poured all her skill into stoking the hidden fire within him. There was no part of his body she didn’t know intimately, yet the woman before him now was entirely unfamiliar.
With the enemy exposed and herself concealed, this battle was hers to win. Even though she ended up tied to the bedpost, pleading for mercy, the sight of Yin Gezhi losing control brought her immense satisfaction.
Everything had changed, but at least their bodies still fit together.
Both slept until nearly noon the next day. When Yin Gezhi opened his eyes, Feng Yue happened to wake as well. Mumbling something unintelligible in her drowsiness, she reached out to wrap her arms around his waist, burrowing into his embrace.
Warmth flooded his chest, stirring an odd sensation in his heart. He pushed her away abruptly, gripping her chin to study her face closely. "Have I seen you somewhere before?"
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