"And on the way back?"
"I carried him back... I know the sentry posts here well and made sure to avoid them all."
"Where is Jing Yi now?"
"On my bed, still unconscious..."
Xiao Jin Yu's brow furrowed slightly. "Did you call for a physician?"
"I didn't dare..." Leng Yue moistened her dry lips. "My father knows more about his messy affairs with men and women than I do. He's been waiting for a chance to discipline him..."
"I'll go check on him."
Chu Chu quickly added, "I'll come too!"
"Stay here and prepare my medicine."
"Oh... alright."
Before even entering the tent, Xiao Jin Yu had already considered over a dozen possibilities and prepared for the worst.
Among the hundred or so people under Xiao Jin Yu's command, Jing Yi was undoubtedly the least skilled in martial arts, but when it came to carefulness and caution, even seasoned veterans like Tang Yan couldn't match him.
That was why he had felt confident sending Jing Yi to infiltrate the military camp, but he never expected...
It would be difficult to catch Jing Yi off guard even when he was unprepared, let alone when he was being extremely vigilant, and especially not under Leng Yue's watchful eyes.
So he could understand why the usually calm and decisive Leng Yue had become so flustered.
Upon entering the tent and catching sight of Jing Yi on the bed, Xiao Jin Yu froze completely, both in body and expression.
The person who had driven Leng Yue to red-eyed anxiety and sent chills through Xiao Jin Yu's palms was now sprawled across the bed, clothes in disarray, one long leg dangling off the side, snoring loudly with drool soaking the pillow. Only the handprint on his left cheek proved that Leng Yue had indeed roughed him up briefly.
For a moment, both Leng Yue and Xiao Jin Yu stood frozen in place.
Even without checking his pulse, it was clear this man wasn't unconscious—he was plainly asleep, and sleeping quite soundly at that.
Leng Yue was the first to snap out of her daze, her cheeks flushing bright red. "Wang Ye... just a moment ago, he wasn't like this!"
"Hmm..."
Xiao Jin Yu believed that Leng Yue's earlier expression of near-teary panic hadn't been an act, but the same couldn't necessarily be said for the man lying on the bed.
Seeing Xiao Jin Yu's skeptical look, Leng Yue grew anxious, clenched her fists, and rushed over. "Jing Yi! Get up right now!"
The man on the bed smacked his lips irritably in his sweet slumber. "Mmm..."
"Get up!"
Without even opening his eyes, Jing Yi reached out and pulled the person by the bedside into his arms. "Is it done roasting...?"
Under Xiao Jin Yu's unwavering gaze, Leng Yue struggled but couldn't break free from Jing Yi's hold, her face burning crimson. "Roast your grandmother!"
"Too old to be tasty..."
"...Get up now!"
Jing Yi shamelessly buried his face between Leng Yue's full breasts, his hand sliding from her back over her slender waist, deftly loosening her sash and slipping familiarly beneath her clothes. Before Leng Yue could push him away, Jing Yi had already ignited waves of heat across her exquisite body. "I'll get up after I've eaten my fill..."
Jing Yi was too close for her to land a slap, and his teasing touches were precisely in all the right places. Leng Yue instantly went limp, unable to muster any strength, her breathing becoming ragged and uneven.
"Jing Yi... mmm... you... bastard..."Jing Yi's hands continued their mischief, until the last shred of Leng Yue's sobriety was burned to ashes. Her fingers unconsciously traced the well-proportioned contours of Jing Yi's body...
"Bastard..."
Xiao Jin Yu watched calmly as Jing Yi triumphantly pinned his captured prey onto the bed. Just as he was about to indulge, Xiao Jin Yu deliberately cleared his throat twice.
Jing Yi, lost in his daze, paid no attention, but Leng Yue felt as if a bucket of cold water had been drenched over her from head to toe. She instantly regained her senses.
In front of Wang Ye, she actually...
Overwhelmed with shame and anger, Leng Yue didn't hesitate. She swung her leg and solidly kicked Jing Yi off the bed. "You bastard!"
Jing Yi rolled over and lay face down on the floor, clutching his sore bottom with a pitiful expression. "You're the bastard..."
Fearing he might say something worse, Leng Yue, without even fixing her disheveled clothes, jumped off the bed in a fury. She grabbed Jing Yi by the ear and hauled him up, dragging him before Xiao Jin Yu. "Open your eyes! Speak properly!"
"Mmm... mmm?" Blinking drowsily, Jing Yi caught sight of Xiao Jin Yu's expressionless face, and his narrow, fox-like eyes widened instantly. "W-W-W-Wang Ye..."
Xiao Jin Yu eyed him coldly. "Did a dog bite you?"
"No, no... Why are you here... Wh-where... is this?"
Leng Yue twisted his ear another half-turn with force. "Faking it! Keep faking it!"
Jing Yi clutched his sore bottom with one hand and his even sorer ear with the other, looking around with teary-eyed innocence and confusion. "Who's faking... Weren't we roasting lamb?"
Leng Yue released his ear and glared at him fiercely. "Weren't you trying to roast yourself along with it?"
"Mmm... Why?"
"You're asking me? Who should I ask?!"
"Xiao Yue," Xiao Jin Yu raised an eyebrow slightly, "did you hit his head hard earlier?"
Leng Yue paused. "No... I don't think so..."
Jing Yi immediately took the opportunity to cling to Leng Yue's side, leaning his entire weight against her and resting his chin on her shoulder. "It hurts..."
Leng Yue shot him an exasperated look but ultimately couldn't bring herself to push him away.
Xiao Jin Yu turned his gaze to Jing Yi, who was using every ounce of his cunning to save himself. "Jing Yi, do you really only remember roasting lamb?"
Jing Yi nodded pitifully.
"Before roasting the lamb?"
"Lighting the fire."
"And before that?"
Jing Yi's hand wandered to Leng Yue's slender waist. "Just what you saw earlier..."
Leng Yue's face darkened as she drove an elbow into him. Jing Yi let out a pitiful whimper while slumped against her.
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