She stared at him almost dumbstruck.

At this moment, she finally belatedly realized what wasn’t right—

To put on a show in front of Wan Xiuzi, to make people think they had something going on: in the middle of the night, a man and woman alone locked together, and they were lovers who had “cultivated” together. A brief separation was better than a new marriage. Even though they were in such a dangerous place, they were still lying on the same bed. If nothing happened, could it still be called “having something going on”?

So this act had to be performed convincingly!

That “crying out” was naturally the kind of crying out…

Jiang Xuening lay on the bed, the quilt covering half of her. Thinking of this, her entire body stiffened.

Being stared at by her like this, Xie Wei inevitably felt somewhat uncomfortable. However, in the darkness it wasn’t very clear to see. Just listening to his voice, one couldn’t detect anything unusual. It seemed as if he had only said something ordinary, still saying in a low voice: “Cry out for a while.”

Jiang Xuening felt inexplicably nervous.

She raised both hands to grip the edge of the brocade quilt. Her throat had become somewhat dry, her voice tight: “Do we—do we have to act this realistically? And it’s already nearly the second half of the night. Wouldn’t it be rather inappropriate…”

Xie Ju’an’s hand still rested on her waist and had not moved away. Hearing this, he only said indifferently: “Be obedient. Don’t force me.”

Jiang Xuening immediately cursed in her heart.

When two people were mutually in love, crying out a couple times during intimate pleasures was nothing much—it wasn’t as if she couldn’t do it. But when nothing was actually happening, yet she still had to cry out in front of others, such a shameful thing—she hadn’t done it even in her previous life! Never mind doing it, just thinking about it gave her the impulse to dig a hole and bury herself. Her whole body turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

She sensed Xie Wei’s unyielding attitude. But no matter what, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She bit her lip slightly, showing some resistance.

Though Xie Wei was calm and self-controlled, he had ultimately lived many years. From the marketplace to the court, even if he hadn’t personally experienced such things, he at least knew the general idea and had heard some things.

Naturally he knew it wouldn’t be easy to get her cooperation.

He gazed at her for a moment, only asking: “Really won’t cry out?”

Hearing this sentence, Jiang Xuening immediately felt something was amiss.

But when she wanted to dodge, it was already too late.

There was only so much space on the bed. Moreover, Xie Ju’an’s hand had been resting on her waist all along. Without even waiting for her to react, that hand used a bit of force again to pinch her.

The waist area was truly both soft and ticklish.

She couldn’t bear his pinching. In rapid succession she said “Don’t—don’t do that anymore,” with gasps she absolutely couldn’t control mixed in between, broken and intermittent. Wanting to laugh yet wanting to escape, like a fish struggling in his hand, yet unable to avoid it.

After all that commotion, even her forehead was covered in sweat.

Jiang Xuening finally knew what fate awaited those who fell into Xie Wei’s hands and didn’t obey. Having finally gotten a chance to catch her breath, she hurriedly grabbed that mischievous hand of his. Panting heavily, she yielded: “Fine, fine! I’ll cry out, isn’t that enough?”

This voice was truly full of grievance.

Her eyes were moist, pupils containing a trace of hazy mist.

Xie Ju’an only felt that her entire person under his hand seemed to have melted into a pool of water, soft and tender, reminding one of the bright apricot blossoms on tree branches.

Hearing her agreement, he paused for a moment before withdrawing his hand from her waist.

Jiang Xuening had also figured it out.

Xie Ju’an was decisive and resolute. If he said to act, then they would act. Rather than being held down by him on this bed and tormented for ages, ending up half-dead, breathless and weak all over, it would be better to be sensible and cry out readily and openly.

However, when it came time to actually open her mouth, there was still some embarrassed awkwardness. She bit her lip and said to him: “Can you turn around?”

Xie Wei glanced at her and turned sideways away.

Only then did Jiang Xuening feel somewhat better. She relaxed her body and let out a vague and ambiguous sound from deep in her throat, as if both uncomfortable yet pleasured, as if floating on water’s surface, already unable to quite bear it.

Xie Wei couldn’t see the scene behind him and could only hear her voice. His body almost instantly tensed up.

Though he clearly knew things weren’t really like that, if one only listened to this voice and closed their eyes, what emerged in one’s mind would be an entirely different unspeakable scene, making one’s blood surge and heart restless.

Her voice was delicate and soft.

Deliberately pitched somewhat through her nasal cavity, it had an indescribable sultry quality, as if wanting to struggle yet powerless, wanting to escape yet sinking deeper. The faint gasps vaguely tinged with a crying tone gave even more of a feeling of being bullied. Though naturally arousing pity, it also more deeply stirred a certain unspeakable desire for cruel domination in one’s heart, both wanting to cherish her and also wanting to go deeper, deeper…

His hand resting on his knee suddenly clenched tightly.

At first Jiang Xuening wasn’t quite used to it, but after crying out a few times, she gradually became proficient. It was nothing more than making some sounds to deceive people—naturally she would make them sound as good as possible. Moreover, she could vary the pitch from time to time, pondering over the emotions and sensations carried in the sounds.

However, inadvertently, from the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Xie Wei.

He was sitting cross-legged with his back to her on the outer side of the bed. His entire back presented a kind of tense straightness. The fingers that should have been loosely resting on his knees were pressed down forcefully, as if enduring something.

Her eyes rolled, and Jiang Xuening suddenly understood.

But in this moment, she actually wanted to laugh.

He was the one who told her to cry out. Now he was the one with an appearance of being unable to bear it. If this wasn’t asking for trouble, what was it?

Perhaps it was because this person had teased her earlier, or perhaps she resented him for coming up with such a terrible idea and making her cry out here. The bit of mischief in Jiang Xuening’s belly gradually rose to the surface.

Not only did she not restrain herself, she cried out even more lingeringly.

She even quietly moved closer, right next to the back of his neck, and blew a breath of air. Her voice carried a bit of fake sobbing: “Don’t—don’t…”

Xie Ju’an trembled all over from that breath she blew. Hearing this sound, even the mental state he had been struggling to maintain was thrown into chaos. He instantly turned his head back to stare at her. But he only saw Jiang Xuening looking as if her scheme had succeeded, with a hint of smug satisfaction, laughing behind him.

Even the delicate moans that followed carried a flavor of pleasure.

As if she had found some amusement.

Because she had just been pushed awake from sleep by him earlier, her hair and collar were somewhat disheveled. At this moment, the corners of her eyes and tips of her brows carried a kind of charm that made one’s heart race. Her fragrant lips slightly parted, breath light as orchids, her soft neck slender—truly her alluring beauty was overwhelming, stirring up fires.

How could he not hear that she was doing it on purpose?

Originally he thought he could control himself, remain calm and self-possessed, cultivate an unmoved heart.

But at this moment, he truly could not endure it any longer.

Even the corners of Xie Wei’s eyes twitched slightly. Finally he reached out a hand and pressed her back down onto the bed, covering her trouble-making mouth, saying through somewhat gritted teeth: “Enough! No need to cry out anymore!”

But she hadn’t finished yet…

Jiang Xuening blinked, wanting to speak.

However, as soon as her lips moved slightly, they touched Xie Wei’s palm.

He only felt a slight tickle in his palm. For a moment it was like being burned by a hot iron—he immediately withdrew his hand.

Jiang Xuening’s eyes were clearly black and white as she looked at him. After hesitating a moment, she asked tentatively: “That’s enough already?”

Xie Wei said nothing.

Jiang Xuening naturally knew Xie Wei was a normal man. Anyone who heard a woman beside them crying out like that would probably find it difficult to endure—hearing each sound was a kind of torture. But for some reason she wanted to laugh a little.

But she didn’t dare to in front of Xie Wei.

Jiang Xuening bit her lip once, forcibly holding it back. Out of kindness she asked supplementarily: “Crying out for just this short while—won’t the time be too short…”

Hearing this, Xie Wei’s face almost instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot!

Having asked this question, Jiang Xuening felt extremely pleased inside. However, at the same time, she also sensed a bit of danger. Deeply aware that if she provoked him further she would be asking for trouble, she forcibly suppressed a bellyful of laughter and slowly pulled up the quilt, covering even her entire face and whole head.

Then Xie Wei heard muffled laughter.

The lump raised up in the quilt beside him seemed unable to suppress itself as it trembled. Faintly there were even sounds of pounding the bed.

Xie Wei restrained himself again and again, but had never had such an infuriating moment before.

His saintly temper—in the end she had provoked his anger.

With one hand he reached in and hauled the person out.

Jiang Xuening, covered in the quilt, had nearly laughed herself to death. Being suddenly caught out, before she could react, lips carrying some warmth had already descended overwhelmingly, entangled with some anger that was difficult to dispel, combined with some turbid desire, completely and entirely blocking up her vexing little mouth.

At first it was only meant as punishment, to make her also know fear.

However, after just sucking and playing for a couple moments, the flavor changed. Intense, scorching, burning hot—wanting to possess her, conquer her, make her entirely his own. Just like how she had moaned and cried out just now, even more excessive than that.

Xie Wei’s kiss gradually took on a forcefulness that could not be refused.

She opened her mouth wanting to resist.

However, this only allowed him to take advantage and pry open her white teeth. Lips and tongues finally met. All the soft fragrance in her mouth became delicacies for him to savor. The sudden storm thus mixed in some lingering entanglement that was difficult to sever. Even the tip of her tongue went numb, almost becoming his captive. Dazed and confused, her hands and feet also lost strength.

When their lips finally parted, her dark pupils were already full of misty vapors.

In the dim light, their four eyes met.

In the silence it seemed one could hear each other’s violently beating hearts and unsteady breathing.

In this moment, it was as if time stretched until the end of the world.

Xie Ju’an ultimately didn’t do anything more to her. He only stuffed her entire person into the quilt, wrapped her up, and tossed her to the inner side against the wall. He himself also turned around with his back toward her, saying: “Sleep.”