Di Wu Ya had actually… kissed her!

After a brief moment of stunned bewilderment, Feng Jiu’er immediately raised her hand and brought it chopping down toward the hollow of his throat with all her strength.

But before her palm could so much as graze him, it was caught and locked in his large hand. Her other hand had barely begun to rise when it too was seized and yanked up above her head.

Both hands pinned in a single-handed grip, Feng Jiu’er refused to give in. She drew up her knee and drove it straight toward his most vulnerable spot.

“So unruly.” The low voice was clearly being suppressed, making it impossible to recognize its original timbre.

The moment those words fell, Feng Jiu’er’s legs suddenly went stiff; her entire body seized up in an instant, completely unable to move.

“This position isn’t too bad either.” The man let out a soft, low laugh, and smoothly pulled her raised legs toward him, lifting her entire body up.

By the time Jiu’er came back to her senses, she found herself pressed against the tree trunk with him — and her two legs…

Good grief, they had actually wrapped around his waist and been locked there!

“Shameless!” She hadn’t expected that even with her acupoint sealed, she could still speak.

Though she couldn’t move, her little mouth refused to stay quiet: “Let go of me, you scoundrel, let go — what do you think you’re doing? Get away from me!”

“This mouth still won’t behave. This seat knows how to make it quiet.” Di Wu Ya’s thin lips curved ever so slightly.

She couldn’t see half his face; not even half his lips were visible — especially now with the two of them pressed so close together, so tight. At this distance, it was even harder to make him out clearly.

Every ounce of her weight was supported entirely by his waist, which was pressed firmly against her. If he stepped back, she would fall.

But being sandwiched this tightly, like the filling of a pastry — when she thought about it, she’d rather just fall and be done with it!

“Let go!”

“Is that an invitation?”

“You — mmph—” With her acupoint sealed, Feng Jiu’er was powerless to resist and could only submit helplessly to whatever he pleased.

The man was like an eager, studious pupil, pressing his lips against hers, learning bit by bit how to silence her completely.

That taste of those lips — it truly did feel somewhat familiar… Ninth Imperial Uncle…

A question had taken root in Feng Jiu’er’s heart. She desperately wanted to tear the mask from his face, but she was utterly helpless.

However, Di Wu Ya’s kissing technique was truly something indescribable — he was intent only on silencing her, and never once thought to leave her any room to breathe.

Before long, Feng Jiu’er’s face had gone from flushed to crimson beneath his lips, and not much later, had turned a deep, reddish-purple.

“Help… me…” If one more lonely grave were to appear on this earthen slope, with death by suffocation from kissing listed as the cause, then even as a ghost, she would never let this culprit off the hook!

An indeterminate time passed. Just as Jiu’er was growing dizzy from lack of air, on the verge of losing consciousness, Di Wu Ya finally stopped.

Most likely because he was nearly suffocating himself as well.

The man’s forehead came to rest against hers; he was breathing in deep, heavy gasps. Feng Jiu’er, meanwhile, was utterly drained — she had no strength left even to breathe.

“Girl?” The man’s conscience finally caught up with him, and he belatedly noticed something was wrong with her. Both hands moved to the front of her collar and pulled firmly.

His large palms, carrying his inner energy, pressed against her heart’s gate. A warm current of breath flowed from his palms into her body.

At last, Feng Jiu’er coughed twice and came back around.

“Hah…” The moment she revived, she spent every last ounce of her strength just to breathe.

Her body rose and fell steadily as she gasped for air.

Di Wu Ya had no intention of doing anything to her. He simply lingered on that feeling of four lips wanting to press together again — wanting to relive that sensation with her.

But now, as her slender, lovely little frame breathed beneath his palm, that moment sent a sudden rush of heat surging to his head. His eyes darkened with deep intensity, and his hand began to slide downward…