Song Yinghuai felt that fighting in a war was not as tiring as this day. All his habits, like his cleanliness and preference for sleeping alone in a big bed, had been worn away.
He lay on one side of the narrow cot in the meditation room. He casually blew out the lamp, and immediately they were plunged into darkness.
The only light in the room came from the faint starlight filtering in through the window.
Caiyu couldn't speak in the first place. Now, with the darkness enveloping them, she couldn't even voice her questions. She could only lie down carefully, still dressed.
There was only one quilt.
Yanjing in the middle of winter was extremely cold. If they were in the bedroom of the Prince of Yan's Mansion, with fireplaces and heated kang beds everywhere, it wouldn't have mattered.
But this was a meditation room in the Great Compassion Temple. Monks regarded living in austerity as a form of self - discipline.
The room was cold, and the cot was like a block of ice.
Caiyu's teeth chattered. She didn't understand why she had been arranged to rest on this bed.
She stared at the ceiling. After a short while, she couldn't bear it anymore. She plucked up her courage and reached out to find the quilt.
Her delicate fingers slowly stretched out in the darkness, groping around, hoping to grab a corner of the quilt.
Instead of the quilt, her hand touched a familiar, iron - hot object. Immediately, the man lying beside her let out a soft gasp from his throat, and his already well - built muscles tensed like steel.
Caiyu quickly realized what she had touched. She tried to withdraw her hand like she had been electrocuted, but Song Yinghuai reacted even faster. He lightning - fast grabbed her hand.
Then, Caiyu felt the man in the darkness turn over and move, pinning her down beneath him.
She let out a startled gasp. Her eyes widened, and in the dim light, she saw his shining eyes.
Through the faint starlight, Song Yinghuai saw the woman beneath him was like a demonic snake. Her loose shoulders revealed snow - white skin that glowed like jade in the starlight from outside.
He knew her waist was slender, small enough to be held in one hand. His hands, thick and powerful from years of fighting on the battlefield, were in sharp contrast to hers.
He could easily grip half of her waist with just one hand.
Song Yinghuai thought that the hardships he had endured for a whole day had finally reached their breaking point when Caiyu made that grab.
"Little ungrateful wretch, you're trying to kill me," he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed intently on her.
I didn't!
Caiyu stared back at him in the darkness. She even tried to pull back the hand that was on him.
But Song Yinghuai was much stronger than Caiyu.
With just one hand propping himself above her, he was as steady as a mountain. His other hand firmly held hers. His hot breath on her face showed his impatience:
"Help me solve my problem."
It was a domineering and ruthless order.
He had been holding it in for a whole day. It was a miracle that he hadn't strangled the woman beneath him in his fury.
To hell with solving his problem!
Caiyu wasn't willing!
Either they both strip naked and sink into hell together, or they draw a clear line. She would find another way to deal with her master.
For her to humble herself and be a tool for a man to vent his anger without getting anything in return? Don't even think about it!
Unable to break free, Caiyu kicked with her feet and wriggled her body wildly.
Her fiery temper was just the same as when they first met.
Song Yinghuai couldn't help but find it both funny and nostalgic.
He tightened his legs on either side of Caiyu, clamping down on her restless legs and immobilizing her lower body.
Caiyu glared angrily. She twisted her upper body, but the man simply collapsed on top of her, pressing down heavily.
His tall and solid body fit perfectly with hers, as if they were made for each other.
Caiyu felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on her. She almost couldn't catch her breath and quickly stopped struggling.
The room fell silent all of a sudden.
The only sounds were their heavy breathing, clearly echoing in each other's ears.
After a long while, Song Yinghuai's deep and hoarse voice sounded in her ear again. "Help me solve it or we solve each other's problems. You choose."
Caiyu: …
Song Yinghuai: "If you don't choose, I'll do it my way. Don't cry and beg me later."
Caiyu: !!!!
Stupid man!
Caiyu knew Song Yinghuai was a man of his word.
It wasn't the first time anyway.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
A wise man knows when to yield.
Caiyu tried to convince herself.
She might as well just be smoothing the fur of Wangcai, the dog in the Prince of Yan's Mansion!
She gritted her teeth, curled her lips, and suddenly tightened her grip on Song Yinghuai. She heard the man let out a muffled groan of restraint.
He was really affected by her actions.
A naughty thought suddenly popped into Caiyu's mind. She started to tease him in all sorts of ways with her hand...
Surprise flashed across Song Yinghuai's lustful eyes. His body tensed like a fully drawn bow as he felt the woman's provocative teasing.
Caiyu's fingers were like a musician's on a pipa, plucking the strings.
From the low notes to the high notes, all the way to the final note.
Her fingertips gently touched and tapped. Her delicate fingers danced merrily on Song Yinghuai's body.
Her fingers traced beautiful arcs. The gentle and slow rhythm gradually quickened, like jade beads falling on a plate or wild geese flying in the sky.
The man's suppressed voice came from beside her ear. It grew louder and softer with her teasing, almost like he was being led around by her and had completely lost his wits.
Song Yinghuai never thought he would be in this situation.
He knew the woman beneath him was a seductive demon, but he had actually given her the initiative.
Now, he was so teased by her hand that his breathing was in chaos. His arms lost their strength, and he could only roll to the side and hold her tightly in his arms. His voice was urgent:
"You really are trying to kill me..."
Although he was complaining, facing the "enemy" who wanted to "kill" him, Song Yinghuai was helpless for the first time in his life and let her have her way.
Trying to kill him?
No, no, no.
Caiyu thought wickedly. She just wanted to see if this man would be driven crazy by her!
Anyway, since she couldn't speak, she could just keep teasing him silently.
Cold wind howled through the mountains outside the window, making the leaves rustle. The passionate "pipa" music continued to play.
The light rain fell steadily.
The rain hit the banana leaves.
Swallows flitted through the spring breeze.
Eagles soared through the willow groves.
A warm and passionate atmosphere filled the cold meditation room.
Song Yinghuai's nerves jumped under Caiyu's long, delicate fingers. His mind seemed to be filled with all sorts of illusions.
As the man's gasps grew louder and louder, until almost a desperate groan escaped his lips -
The passionate "pipa" playing suddenly stopped.
It was like a flood about to burst through the dam was suddenly blocked.
The continuous sound of jade beads stopped abruptly.
Song Yinghuai felt as if thunder was crashing in his mind. Stars danced before his eyes. He could only gasp and squeeze out three words through his teeth:
"… Lan, Cai, Yu…"
You're really something.
A slightly hoarse and triumphant laugh came from the woman in the darkness.
Song Yinghuai took a few deep breaths before slowly turning his head. He met her enchanting eyes like silk.
Caiyu's red lips curved slightly upwards. A smile of almost victory appeared on her face.
She didn't sense the danger like a Shura in front of her. Instead, she felt an indescribable excitement.
This was the first time she felt that the weak her could actually gain the upper hand.
"Hehe!"
Seeing her happy, Song Yinghuai laughed instead of getting angry.
A temporary defeat didn't mean a permanent one.
Just like the Battle of Naur Sea seven years ago, he would always rise again on top of the Tartar corpses.
Just like the woman who was playing tricks on him now.
He would allow her a short - lived victory, but -
Trying to get the better of him?
Impossible!
Song Yinghuai suddenly turned over and pinned Caiyu down again.
The smug smile on Caiyu's lips froze. She belatedly looked at the man above her.
A faint blush spread across Song Yinghuai's handsome face. His originally cold and aloof aura became charming and wild. His fingers slowly moved down, setting her body ablaze. His hoarse voice was a bit crazy:
"Now, it's my turn..."