Despite Chu Dingjiang’s utmost gentleness, An Jiu still felt a tearing pain.
This sensation was more unbearable than anything she had experienced before. It wasn’t just physical pain; a strange psychological feeling made the entire process seem long and grueling.
An Jiu opened her mouth and bit down on Chu Dingjiang’s shoulder.
Chu Dingjiang, all his attention focused elsewhere, didn’t feel even a hint of pain.
When they finally became one, Chu Dingjiang was drenched as if he had just emerged from the water.
He had used all his restraint during the process, so the first time ended quickly. However, a second round soon followed.
An Jiu went from active to passive, then gradually became active again. Her passion and enthusiasm both amazed and satisfied Chu Dingjiang.
The night was filled with fervor.
The next day, the snow stopped.
Outside, the sky was hazy. Chu Dingjiang opened his eyes, hearing the steady, deep breathing beside him. He smiled slightly and held the person in his arms tighter.
An Jiu opened one eye, saw Chu Dingjiang’s silhouette, and then closed it again. Suddenly, she noticed Chu Dingjiang’s manhood growing rapidly again. She immediately opened her eyes, “I want to see it.”
This phenomenon fascinated An Jiu. Although she had some understanding of matters between men and women, it was her first time witnessing the process firsthand. She was very interested and had forced Chu Dingjiang to “perform” for her several times the night before.
“No more looking, or I won’t be gentle,” Chu Dingjiang said sternly.
But this tactic was completely ineffective on An Jiu. She still dove under the blanket.
Chu Dingjiang had no choice but to forcibly pull her out. “I have something to ask you.”
“Go ahead,” An Jiu stopped moving.
“It was your first time, yet you seemed so experienced. Have you been secretly reading many erotic books?” Chu Dingjiang teased her. By “secret books,” he meant pornographic literature.
“No,” An Jiu raised her chin proudly. “This is animal instinct. It’s a natural talent.”
An Jiu had long forgotten where she had learned about such knowledge, but she indeed hadn’t deliberately sought out such materials. Moreover, she wasn’t bound by too many inhibitions, so even though her movements were inexperienced, her lack of shyness made her seem knowledgeable.
This proves that sometimes, knowing or not knowing is one thing, but attitude is crucial.
As she spoke, An Jiu suddenly remembered something else. “Your first few times were so quick I could barely keep up. You’re naturally inadequate. You won’t kill me to keep it secret, will you?”
Probably only she in the whole world could make such a joke! Chu Dingjiang thought helplessly.
Once Chu Dingjiang was sure there was no problem with himself, he didn’t mind these trivial jokes. He even laughed and said, “Then I’ll need your help to improve in the future.”
An Jiu patted his shoulder and said seriously, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
Chu Dingjiang, feeling reassured, couldn’t help but laugh at her serious expression.
He finally understood that he was initially attracted to An Jiu because her passion and uninhibited nature reminded him of women from the Warring States period. Now, he couldn’t clearly distinguish the reason anymore. He just felt content and fulfilled holding her.
At this moment, Chu Dingjiang felt truly alive.
After last night, Chu Dingjiang could now easily control his desires. When he habitually circulated his inner energy, he discovered that he had fallen from the peak of the second level of the Transformation State to its early stage.
He calmly accepted this reality and anticipated that he might continue to decline in the future.
Analyzing the current situation, almost all high-level masters in the Transformation State had perished. It could be said that those who could match him in combat were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Combined with the forces he had secretly cultivated over the years, he had more than enough to protect himself.
What concerned Chu Dingjiang more was Liao’s obsession with the heart and blood of drug people. He had secretly eliminated many Ghost Shadows, but they seemed endless, appearing in waves. It was clear that Liao had mobilized almost all their Ghost Shadows to obtain the blood.
“Liao’s Ghost Shadows have recently appeared around Bianjing. Don’t go out frequently shortly,” Chu Dingjiang advised.
An Jiu, listening to his strong heartbeat, just nodded in response.
Chu Dingjiang pondered as he absentmindedly stroked her hair.
They fell silent for a while, both enjoying the quiet peacefulness of the moment.
For women of this era, marriage was the most significant event in their lives, akin to a second rebirth. Chu Dingjiang realized he hadn’t even given An Jiu a proper wedding ceremony and felt indebted. So he decided to stay on the island with her for some time, ignoring the outside world.
Outside, it was cold, but inside the room, it was as warm as spring. Chu Dingjiang wore a wide-sleeved robe with his hair half-tied, leaning on a couch reading a book. His carefree demeanor contrasted sharply with the formal furnishings around him.
An Jiu sat cross-legged nearby, repairing some small toys she had collected from various places, even more engrossed than Chu Dingjiang was in his book.
“Obsession with playthings dulls the will,” Chu Dingjiang put down his book. “Why don’t you use your free time to practice martial arts or read? Isn’t that more useful than playing with these?”
An Jiu mumbled a couple of “mms” without even raising her head.
Chu Dingjiang lightly tapped her head with his book. “Look up.”
An Jiu frowned, staring at him with a deeply aggrieved expression.
“I’m not saying you can’t play, but with great enemies at our doorstep, can’t you care a bit more about your own life?” Chu Dingjiang casually grabbed a cloth bag and stuffed everything into it. “Go practice.”
“I’ve already practiced for four hours,” An Jiu said, displeased.
“How long did you practice before?” Chu Dingjiang asked.
“How long ago?”
“In your previous life.”
“If I remember correctly, seven or eight hours.”
“What was the last thing that happened in your previous life?” Chu Dingjiang asked.
An Jiu was a bit reluctant to say, but she admitted, “I got shot in the head.”
Chu Dingjiang quickly understood what “shot in the head” meant. “See? This is what happens when you don’t master your skills. If you practiced for seven or eight hours before and still ended up like that, how dare you only practice for four hours now?”
“Hah!” An Jiu scoffed without hesitation. “The pot calling the kettle black. Weren’t you outmaneuvered by others before? At least I can make up for it with hard work. But your intelligence is what it is. You’re already starting behind, and now that you’re getting old, you’re going downhill in every aspect. No matter how much you struggle, it’s useless. I’ll go to practice! You should stop wasting time.”
“You little brat!” Chu Dingjiang’s figure flashed, his robes fluttering, and he appeared in front of her in an instant.
An Jiu, of course, wouldn’t surrender without a fight.
The two began to scuffle noisily in the room.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Fourteen! Fourteen!” A young girl’s clear voice interrupted their tussle.
An Jiu stopped fighting and went to open the door, her clothes in disarray.
Lou Xiaowu darted in, grinning. “I heard you were back. Come play at my place! I finally made that handgun you talked about.”
As she spoke, she tugged at An Jiu’s hand, pulling her outside, completely oblivious to the other person in the room.
After a year apart, Lou Xiaowu had grown taller, and her face had become even more beautiful. Only her large almond-shaped eyes remained unchanged. Her current lively chatter made it seem as if they had only been apart for two or three days.