touchnovel Chapter 12 You don't want outsiders to know about our affairs, do you? [Please continue reading
Chapter 12 You don't want outsiders to know about our affairs, do you? [Please continue reading
He saw her rubbing the red mark on her collarbone, rubbing it very hard, as if she wanted to rub the skin off.
But those are the marks he left behind, how could they possibly be rubbed off?
"Tsk," Ye Feng clicked his tongue inwardly, "The number one beauty of Ziwei Star truly lives up to her reputation."
His gaze lingered on Yi Qingwu, admiring her every subtle movement.
It wasn't the kind of lewd peeping, but rather the possessive gaze of a hunter admiring his prey.
He saw Yi Qingwu's eyes redden, saw her biting her lip to hold back her tears, and saw her muttering "damn Ye Feng" as she washed herself.
Every expression and every movement amused him greatly.
And so, Ye Feng lay on the roof for half an hour.
In half an hour, he watched as Yi Qingwu went from initially washing herself in anger to gradually calming down, and finally leaning against the pool in a daze.
There was an indescribable expression on her face—not anger, not sadness, but a kind of...confusion.
It's like a feeling of confusion, like not knowing what to do.
Ye Feng's lips curled up even higher.
Feeling lost is normal.
When the prey begins to lose its senses, that's when the hunter makes his move.
After bathing, Yi Qingwu stood up from the spring water.
Water droplets slid down her body, shimmering in the moonlight.
She picked up a thin bath towel and draped it over herself. The towel was moon-white, and the material was very soft and thin. It clung to her body, covering most of the curves that shouldn't be exposed, yet revealing some of them subtly.
Her long, wet hair was draped over her shoulders, with water still dripping from the ends.
She walked barefoot across the jade-paved ground, her toes round and smooth like jade, leaving a faint watermark with each step.
I pushed open the back door, walked through a short corridor, and returned to my bedroom.
The bedroom lights were off; only the moonlight from outside filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a silvery glow on the floor.
Yi Qingwu walked to the clothes rack, preparing to take out some clothes to change into.
Just then.
The window is open.
A gust of wind blew in, causing the gauze curtains to flutter.
Yi Qingwu instinctively turned her head to look.
A man jumped in through the window.
He was dressed in white, his long hair casually tied back, a roguish smile on his lips, and his eyes brazenly scanning her body.
That smile, that look in her eyes, she will never forget them in her lifetime.
Ye Feng.
Yi Qingwu was stunned.
Her mind went completely blank for a moment; all her thinking ability was crushed by the appearance of this man.
Her pupils dilated suddenly, and her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.
His body remained frozen in place, like a stone statue.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
This is the Moon Palace.
One of the most mysterious holy sites in the Ziwei Starfield, it is guarded by a powerful expert at the Sendai Realm and protected by numerous restrictions.
How did this man end up here?
How did he get in?
When did he arrive?
She stayed in the bath for half an hour—was he watching her the whole time?
Upon considering this possibility, Yi Qingwu's face flushed bright red, the color spreading from her cheeks all the way to the roots of her neck, and even her chest, which was barely covered by a bath towel, turned pink.
She opened her mouth, as if to shout.
"Don't shout."
Ye Feng's voice rang out lazily. He walked to Yi Qingwu's bedside, plopped down, and patted the bed as if testing its softness.
"If we get caught, I won't be the one who suffers."
His gaze slowly swept over Yi Qingwu, from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, as if he were admiring a fine work of art. That undisguised gaze made Yi Qingwu feel uncomfortable all over.
"You wouldn't want word to get to your fiancé's ears that the heir of the Moon Palace is having an affair with another man, would you?"
Ye Feng's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a knife, precisely stabbing at the spot Yi Qingwu feared most.
Yi Qingwu's pupils suddenly contracted, and she swallowed back the words she was about to shout.
"Or perhaps," Ye Feng tilted his head, his smile deepening, "you want your master to know that his disciple has become a woman?"
Yi Qingwu's expression changed.
Her body was trembling, not from the cold, but from anger—and behind that anger lay a fear she was unwilling to acknowledge.
Master.
If Master finds out...
She dared not think about the consequences.
Yi Qingwu took a deep breath, swallowed the scream that was about to come out of her throat, and forced herself to calm down.
She walked to the clothes rack, grabbed a long dress as quickly as possible, and draped it over herself, covering the exposed skin that the bath towel couldn't conceal.
Then, she turned around and glared at Ye Feng.
"What exactly do you want?!"
His voice was filled with anger, humiliation, and resentment, but he kept it very low, as if afraid of being overheard by those outside.
Ye Feng smiled when he saw Yi Qingwu's appearance.
He laughed casually, he laughed without restraint.
"What do I want to do?" He stood up from the bed, took two steps towards Yi Qingwu, and said, "Don't you know what I want to do?"
Yi Qingwu instinctively took a step back, her back pressed against the clothes hanger.
"You don't really think you can leave me, do you?" Ye Feng's voice deepened, carrying an undeniable certainty. "You're already my woman. I advise you to give up on the idea of leaving me."
Yi Qingwu's breathing became rapid.
"Wouldn't it be better if you just obediently be my woman?" Ye Feng took another step forward, the two of them now close enough to feel each other's body heat. "Look, we've been together for three days, and you've already broken through a small realm. As long as we continue—"
"Don't even think about it!"
Yi Qingwu suddenly made her move.
She gritted her teeth and struck Ye Feng's chest with a palm, her palm brimming with Yin energy, exuding a chilling aura.
But when she struck out with that palm, her body trembled involuntarily.
It's not because I'm afraid.
Rather, it was because—the moment her hand touched Ye Feng's chest, that familiar sensation spread throughout her body, making every cell in her body tremble.
That touch, that temperature, is a memory etched into her bones after three days and three nights in the Goddess Furnace.
Ye Feng dodged the palm strike with a swift movement.
Yi Qingwu was relentless and turned around to deliver another horizontal slash.
Ye Feng dodged again, and in that instant, his hand "inadvertently" gently touched her waist.
Yi Qingwu's face turned even redder.
She bit her lip and threw another punch.
Ye Feng leaned back, and her fist flew past his nose. He took the opportunity to grab her wrist, gently kissed the back of her hand, and then quickly let go before she could throw a punch, taking a step back.
"you!"
Yi Qingwu was so angry that she trembled all over.
She rushed forward and started hitting him wildly again.
And so it went, one chasing, the other dodging; one attacking, the other teasing.
Ye Feng effortlessly dodged every attack Yi Qingwu made, and in the gaps between his dodges, he would always find an opportunity to take advantage of her in some way—sometimes by stealing a kiss on her cheek, sometimes by putting his arm around her waist, and sometimes by blowing a breath into her ear.
Each time, Yi Qingwu would scream and jump away, her face turning as red as if it were about to bleed, and then rush back angrily.
But she always remembered to keep her voice down, not daring to let people outside hear.