Chapter 4: I Can Be Your Secret Lover
Yun Xiu sat on the edge of the bed, her dazzlingly white legs swinging, then drew the bed curtains, enclosing the space.
The glowstone on the table provided ample illumination, even with the curtains drawn.
Yan Zhen lay beside her, facing away from her, his breathing steady, seemingly asleep.
She blinked, slowly lying down, leaving a fist’s width between them.
This wasn’t out of necessity, like in the cave. She had been the one who suggested getting a room, and she had willingly shared a bed with him, even wearing his clothes to try to arouse him…
Thinking about this, her heart pounded, her body warming.
“Yan Zhen.”
She called out, surprised by the seductive tone of her own voice, a hint of pleading within it.
He, however, didn’t turn around, simply asking coldly, “What?”
She propped herself up on her elbow, her hand gently resting on his back. She bit her lip.
“I’ve… thought a lot these past few days, and I’ve found some answers. I shouldn’t have made decisions for you. It was wrong of me not to consider your feelings. I’m sorry, okay?”
He remained silent for a long moment, then simply replied with an “mmm,” his tone unchanged.
Her heart sank. She bit her lip, then continued, “I won’t interfere with your engagement with Wenqing anymore. It’s up to you two to decide, whether you get married or not. It’s your fate.”
“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.”
His coldness hurt. He didn’t want to hear this.
She panicked.
“Wait! I’m not done!”
He opened his eyes, his expression still indifferent, even with his back turned to her.
Her face showed a flicker of struggle, then, finally, she made up her mind. She closed her eyes, pressing her ample bosom against his back, her arm wrapping around his waist.
“I like you, Yan Zhen. I really, really like you. From our past life to this life, I’ve always liked you… But you have an engagement with Wenqing, and I’m her master. So… I can’t be with you. I couldn’t face Wenqing.”
He finally turned to face her, their faces inches apart.
“I told you, I’ll have Wenqing break off our engagement after I win the duel. Then there won’t be a problem.”
She lowered her head, unable to meet his gaze.
“If you win, she won’t break off the engagement.”
As her master, she knew her disciple’s pride. Her most important criteria for a partner was someone stronger than her!
There were very few men in the Gallo Kingdom who could meet that requirement.
If he defeated Huangfu Wenqing, she would definitely not break off their engagement.
“And if you lose, you’ll have to marry into Cloud Heaven Palace.” She sighed. “Either way, it’s impossible. So… just give up.”
“…I don’t care about any of that. I want you.”
“No, Yan Zhen, you can’t hurt Wenqing because of me. I…”
Before she could finish, he silenced her with a kiss, his hand reaching for her breast.
He felt the soft texture of her skin, the barrier of fabric, his fingers brushing against a firm, sensitive point.
This was his “bad habit.” In the script, during their intimate moments, he would always tease her, finding her weakness, his fingers gently pinching, then squeezing and rubbing, quickly rendering her helpless, her eyes glazed over as she collapsed against him, surrendering to his touch.
Unconsciously, he was doing it again, his skillful movements overwhelming her.
“Wait, Yan Zhen, stop… listen to me… mmm… listen…”
He released her, flipping her over, straddling her, his hands framing her face, his breath ragged as he suppressed his desires.
“What is it?”
She covered her breasts with her arms, protecting herself.
“I… I can be your… secret lover. But you have to promise me, if you win against Wenqing, you’ll marry her, as agreed. Don’t break her heart.”
“Huh?”
Secret lover? What was that? He couldn’t keep up with her thought process.
“Are you serious, Yun Xiu?”
“Of course I am.” She stared at him, her gaze unwavering. “If you agree… then… I’ll… I’ll let you do… whatever you want to me.”
Whatever I want? Were there any words more enticing than these?
He felt a surge of excitement, almost losing his composure.
He collected himself, asking, “Why does it have to be… a secret? I want to be with you openly.”
“I told you, you have to marry Wenqing, not me.”
“We can… marry both of us, can’t we?”
“You… you… Of course not!” She turned away. “Wenqing is proud. She would never agree. And Cloud Heaven Palace wouldn’t allow the Sect Master and the Young Sect Master to share a husband! And… you want both master and disciple? How…!”
He scratched his cheek awkwardly.
According to the script, their relationship had indeed been somewhat like that of “secret lovers.” Although they were separated, they had still maintained a connection, their every meeting filled with passion. However, she had always stopped him before they crossed the final line.
But this “secret lover” arrangement was supposed to happen much later! This was way too early!
Seeing his frown, she said stubbornly, “If you… really don’t want to, then… let’s just… end this. We can’t keep making mistakes… Ah~”
Lost in her thoughts, she had let her guard down, and his hand had slipped past her defenses, finding its target.
“S-stop… Yan Zhen… let go… mmm…”
Her lips were also captured.
Her struggles weakened under his assault, until she finally closed her eyes, surrendering.
His lips left hers, trailing down her neck, reaching her chest.
She wrapped her arms around his head, shaking it.
“No, you haven’t agreed yet.”
He ignored her, his lips continuing their journey.
She pressed her thighs together, refusing to open them, her gaze unwavering.
He frowned.
“I’m just… touching. Is that not allowed?”
She bit her lip, her body trembling, her mind in turmoil. Finally, she relaxed slightly.
“…Just… touching… Ah! You… you liar!”
“Ahem, just for a bit… I’ll… stay outside…”
“You… little rascal… hurry up…”
…
Half an hour later, filled to the brim, she weakly pounded his back with her fists, her expression a mixture of satisfied drowsiness, shyness, and frustration.
— This rascal… he’s full of lies! He’s wasting a good name!
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炎真 (Yán Zhēn): “Yan” means “flame,” symbolizing passion and strength, while “Zhen” means “true,” implying honesty and sincerity. Together, his name suggests a passionate, strong, and honest individual.
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