Chapter 143

Murong Qiufeng grew even more frantic, clutching the quilt tightly in a classic case of “hiding something you know you have.” He snapped, “What are you doing?”

Murong Qiufeng’s eyes widened instantly, kicking reflexively.

Shangguan Ye smoothly pulled back the quilt, sealed his pressure points, then tossed the quilt aside.

Murong Qiufeng stared in stunned disbelief, then looked utterly mortified, his ears red as blood. Furiously closing his eyes,

as Shangguan Ye’s carefree voice reached his ears: “Oh my, you really were hiding a treasure! A whole world of springtime beauty beneath the covers, my dear.”

Murong Qiufeng opened his eyes and glared at him, snapping, “Release my pressure points!”

Shangguan Ye smiled mischievously as he lifted her clothes, his fingers teasingly playing with the waistband of her pants. He chuckled suggestively, “No need to be shy. This is perfectly normal. Every man experiences it. I just didn’t know my little treasure was so… unsatisfied. This is your husband’s little surprise.”

“You… you’re talking nonsense! I… I don’t…” Murong Qiufeng’s stomach clenched as he nervously protested.

“Heh, darling, no need to deny it. You must have missed your husband’s caresses terribly. But I’m curious—what did you do to me in your dreams to get so excited?” Shangguan Ye raised an eyebrow, watching the damp white silk trousers cling to his rounded thighs, creating a tantalizingly decadent sight.

“You bastard, stop talking nonsense,” Murong Qiufeng glared at him weakly.

Shangguan Ye’s expression darkened instantly. He narrowed his eyes at her. “So the man in your dreams wasn’t me… it was another man?”

Murong Qiufeng startled at his sudden menacing tone and icy expression, instinctively retorting, “Impossible!”

“Then it must have been me,” Shangguan Ye’s mood shifted faster than turning a page, instantly returning to a playful grin. “Well then, as a reward, your husband shall thoroughly satisfy you.”

Murong Qiufeng froze, then felt a sudden chill between his legs as he watched Shangguan Ye deftly strip off his trousers. The man spread his legs wide, bending them at the knees to expose the tender spot.

Murong Qiufeng’s eyes widened in shock.

Murong Qiufeng froze, then felt a chill spread across his lower body. Stunned, he watched as Shangguan Ye deftly stripped off his trousers, then spread and bent his legs, exposing that private, vulnerable spot.

He knelt between them, his gaze burning hotly on that sensitive area.

Murong Qiufeng’s breathing quickened. This position inevitably reminded him of those erotic paintings.

Shangguan Ye gave an ambiguous smile, watching the once-soft, beautiful thing slowly stir to life in the air. Yet he deliberately refrained from touching it, instead grabbing one of Murong Qiufeng’s ankles. His tongue traced suggestively along the pale skin of the ankle, moving steadily upward.

Murong Qiufeng’s breathing grew even more ragged, his chest heaving rapidly as an unbearable low groan escaped his throat.

Morning sensitivity was already heightened, and such teasing would stir any man’s response.

Shangguan Ye seemed to deliberately torment him, his movements light and tantalizing. Fingers gently traced the crease of her thigh, then softly caressed the tender spot between her legs.

This position allowed Murong Qiufeng to see his every move with crystal clarity. The stimulation was doubly intense. Having tasted the forbidden fruit and experienced its pleasure, she inevitably craved more. Even if her heart resisted, her body responded without restraint.

From his position, Murong Qiufeng could see every movement clearly. This stimulation was doubly intense. Having tasted the forbidden fruit and experienced that pleasure, one inevitably craved more. Even if his mind resisted, his body betrayed his true feelings.

Having seen those erotic paintings, he understood what men did to each other. Watching Shangguan Ye’s hand linger there, he felt unbearable tension—a mix of fear, curiosity, and anticipation—and found himself biting his lip.

Shangguan Ye had only intended to tease him, but witnessing this tantalizing display of reluctant resistance sent his own breath growing ragged and heavy. He inwardly cursed the little devil before spreading his legs wide, leaning in to grasp the tender, inexperienced member. With measured strokes, he soothed it gently, his body pressing down to pin him. his other hand slipped beneath the garment, undoing the sash to reveal pale, smooth skin. One hand teased the rosy peak,

while lips and tongue ravaged the other, like a starved wolf.

Multiple sensations overwhelmed Murong Qiufeng, who closed his eyes in unbearable agony. His acupoints released, his hands instinctively hooked around his neck, suppressing his voice with low gasps—yet offering no resistance.

In the end, Shangguan Ye didn’t consume him. He merely helped him release his pent-up desire, then carried him to cleanse him thoroughly. Afterward, they prepared to venture out together once more.

Murong Qiufeng felt puzzled but lacked the nerve to ask.

Five days passed after that, and Shangguan Ye never once mentioned consummating their marriage. Each day, he seemed consumed by his case, his focus entirely on it.

leaving him torn between disappointment and relief. Each day brought a restless unease, a gnawing insecurity. Eventually, he too threw himself into the case, his thoughts consumed solely by it.

It wasn’t until the seventh day, when Yun Tian finally awoke, that his focus truly shifted.

“Brother Yun, you’re finally awake! How do you feel?” Upon receiving the news, he rushed into the room only to find two people glaring at each other by the bedside. Murong Qiufeng, oblivious to the tense atmosphere, approached the bed with a cheerful expression.

Hearing Murong Qiufeng’s voice, Yun Tian turned his head. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, and he tried to sit up excitedly. But the movement aggravated his external and internal injuries, triggering an uncontrollable cough.

Youxiang stood by the bed, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow with a look of schadenfreude, clearly delighted by his suffering.

Murong Qiufeng hurried to support him, helping him lie back down. “Brother Yun, you’ve just woken up. Your injuries aren’t healed yet. Stay lying down and don’t move.”

Yun Tian caught his breath slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he glanced at Youxiang and frowned slightly, puzzled as to why she was here. His eyes held a hint of wariness and hostility.

Youxiang narrowed her eyes. “Look at me again, and don’t you dare think I won’t blind you with poison right now.”

Yun Tian’s frown deepened.

Murong Qiufeng quickly interjected, “Brother Yun, don’t worry. Whatever it is, I’ll handle it

Youxiang narrowed her eyes. “Look at me again, and believe me, I’ll poison your eyes out right now.”

Yun Tian’s frown deepened.

Murong Qiufeng hurriedly interjected, “Brother Yun, don’t worry. Say whatever you need to. Little You is one of us. In fact, you could say she saved your life.”

Before Yun Tian could respond, Youxiang interjected, “Who said I saved him? If not for your instructions, Young Master, I’d have gladly sent him to the afterlife with one more blow.” She snorted coldly, turned away, and sat down at the table.

Yun Tian raised an eyebrow, staring at Murong Qiufeng in surprise. When had Mufeng Tower and the Heavenly Slaughter Pavilion become allies? And why did this Youxiang Duanhun from the Heavenly Slaughter Pavilion seem to have such a good rapport with Little Feng?

Truthfully, the tangled web of grudges between these two parties wasn’t really a web of grudges at all—just minor misunderstandings and petty disputes.

Mufeng Tower and Tian Sha Pavilion had never been enemies; they operated in separate spheres, rarely crossing paths. Occasionally, they even collaborated—Tian Sha Pavilion, being an assassin organization, sometimes purchased intelligence from Mufeng Tower.

The dispute between Youxiang and Yun Tian had stemmed from one such misunderstanding.

At the time, Youxiang had taken a contract to hunt down a martial arts master skilled in poison.

Youxiang, who favored poison, found the mission intriguing. Her target, however, was surprisingly adept at evading poison and hiding. She pursued him for nearly a month before growing weary and disinterested.

Youxiang herself favored poison and found the task intriguing. Yet the target, though not particularly skilled in venom, proved exceptionally adept at evasion. After nearly a month of relentless pursuit, Youxiang grew weary and felt her pride wounded. After all, it was embarrassing to spend so much time hunting someone whose poison techniques were inferior to her own.