Public displays of lust, what audacious gall!
Nan Shiying’s feigned pinching turned real.
Ji Jinmo lowered his head, gazing at Nan Shiying, his eyes deep and dark, like an abyss’s cold pool, wishing to swallow her whole. Nan Shiying’s hand trembled slightly. Remembering the man’s proud posture as he conquered her in their intimate moments, her legs felt weak.
She glared back.
Ji Jinmo smiled, lowered his head, and gently nuzzled Nan Shiying’s nose. With each breath, the scent of falling cherry blossoms drifted with his warm air, caressing Nan Shiying’s lips.
His lips, bearing a trace of heat, brushed subtly against Nan Shiying’s. Nan Shiying’s throat bobbed, and she swallowed, rather shamelessly, a mouthful of saliva.
She stretched her neck forward and, without preamble, kissed his lips.
What if it was a public display of lust?
This man was hers!
Nan Shiying kissed Ji Jinmo’s lips with a fierce possessiveness, prying open his teeth and entwining her tongue with his.
Ji Jinmo was startled at first, then quickly raised his hand to cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
Lu Wan and the others felt like intrusive candlelight. Their well-trained movements saw them retreating and turning, leaving the room swiftly and silently, closing the door behind them.
Ji Jinmo lifted her. Nan Shiying wrapped her arms around his neck. Lu Wan and the household servants were all concerned about the matter of heirs. But truthfully, until the蛊 (gu) worm within Jinmo was cleared, they were not suited to conceive. And to conceive, Nan Shiying frankly wasn’t prepared for it.
Faint sounds emanated from within the room. Lu Wan lowered her head, her face flushed crimson. Xuan Yi and Thirteen looked up at the sky, perhaps finding the day’s sky pleasant. The sun shone with a warm radiance, its touch offering a measure of solace to their hearts.
After a long while, Nan Shiying lay in Ji Jinmo’s arms. She looked up, her hair brushing against Ji Jinmo’s jaw. “Starting this month, have Sheying send two bottles of blood each month.”
Sheying’s blood inhibited the gu worm in Jinmo’s body. For many years, it only acted up during the Mid-Autumn full moon. Without Sheying, Jinmo would have long ago become a monster like the one in Wei’an Mountain. Over the years, Sheying had offered a bottle of fresh blood each month.
Sheying’s blood could suppress the gu worm in Jinmo’s body, so Nan Shiying wanted to research what exactly in her blood restrained the gu worm’s proliferation.
Ji Jinmo pursed his lips and nodded. “Good!”
“I will refine a bottle of tonic for her. Two bottles of blood monthly will still cause some damage to her body.” Nan Shiying was actually grateful to Sheying. Without Sheying, Jinmo would not be the Jinmo he was today. Even if Sheying belonged to the Shadow Pavilion and was Jinmo’s loyal subordinate, let alone asking for her blood, even asking her to die, she would willingly go. However, despite all this, Sheying was, at least for the current stage, very important to Jinmo.
Nan Shiying did not want her constitution to be damaged due to an extra bottle of blood each month. The mere thought of her constitution being damaged and thus being unable to suppress the gu worm in Jinmo’s body was enough to make Nan Shiying concerned.
“Good!”
Ji Jinmo raised his hand, caressing Nan Shiying’s thick, dark, lustrous hair. His chin brushed against the crown of her head. The scent of iris lingering in his nostrils was like a soul-captivating demon. His throat tightened, dry as if he hadn’t had water for days. Nan Shiying reached up, restraining the restless man. As she flipped over, her fingers hooked the clothes hanging by the bed. She stood up, dressed, her movements swift and seamless. After putting on her inner garments, she turned and glared at the exposed Ji Jinmo, spitting at him, “You’ll wear yourself out and die sooner or later!”
Ji Jinmo bent his arm to prop up his head, turning to look at Nan Shiying, who had already covered her proud, delicate body with her inner garments. His voice was like a bewitched whisper, falling on Nan Shiying’s earlobes, making her body tingle with a thrill. “Want to try?”
Recalling their recent madness, her legs went soft again, as if unable to muster any strength, leaving her to allow the warm tide within her body to surge forth.
Did ‘trying’ mean how many times, or how long it would take, before he wore himself out and died?
Her cheeks were as red as the evening clouds, her beauty extraordinary. Ji Jinmo’s Adam’s apple bobbed. The face that was usually cold and distant when not smiling now carried a hint of allure, attractive yet not vulgar. The spring scenery that met his eyes blurred the inherent coldness and pressure that naturally emanated from his gaze.
Nan Shiying had seen countless men, but only he possessed the most captivating demeanor. Even Yue Sinan back then seemed inferior in comparison to his current appearance.
Perhaps Ji Jinmo and Yue Sinan were equally matched, but who could blame her for her bias?
Nan Shiying considered her current physical state. After careful deliberation, she felt that some things still required restraint. She took half a step back, suppressing the urge to rush forward, grab his neck, sit on him, and bite his Adam’s apple. Nan Shiying bent down, picked up the discarded outer clothes from the floor, and put them back on. She then picked up Ji Jinmo’s clothes and threw them at him. “Get up!”
Ji Jinmo lifted the quilt, exposing himself frankly to Nan Shiying’s eyes. He picked up his clothes and dressed them at a leisurely pace. Nan Shiying retreated a couple of steps and sat on a chair. The tea in the teapot had cooled, but she still poured a cup. Finding a comfortable position, she leaned back against the table, calmly observing the unique scenery before her.
Her gaze was fiery and naked. Ji Jinmo’s earlobes involuntarily flushed with a layer of red. He had intended to see her shy expression, but she had instead turned his open display into a peculiar performance. He turned and glared at her. “When you went to Wucheng, did you go to a brothel?”
Nan Shiying: “……”
She almost spat out the cold tea she had just taken.
“No!”
With the mess in Wucheng, where would she have had time for a brothel!
No, no, that’s not right. What brothel would she even go to!
He had confused her so much!
She felt her previous answer sounded a bit guilty, as if she actually had gone. She placed the teacup in her hand on the table with a clatter, threw her head back, and glared at him ferociously. “Just looking at you means I’ve been to a brothel? It seems Your Highness has been there quite a lot, otherwise, how would you be so clear?”
“Hui Cai Pavilion!”
Ji Jinmo reminded her.
Nan Shiying thought of Yin’er, and her heart inexplicably felt more guilty!
Guilt leads to biting back, to turning the tables, to finding fault at all costs, to standing on the moral high ground, despising, condemning, and despising him!
Nan Shiying uttered a drawn-out “Oh,” her tone strangely elongated. “Then Your Highness must truly have experienced many people!”
Nan Shiying emphasized the words ‘experienced people’ with great weight, her tone extremely sarcastic.
Ji Jinmo: “……”
“Are you anxious?”
Nan Shiying: “I am not!”
“You clearly are anxious with guilt!”
“I am not!”
“You…”
“I am not!!!!”