As long as Di Wu Ya didn’t want to let the girl leave, no matter how hard Feng Jiu’er struggled, it was futile.

She didn’t know if it was because of the internal energy being used, or because of the weather.

The two of them “wrestled” for a while, and the air around them grew hotter and hotter.

“Let go of me.” Feng Jiu’er raised her eyes and glared at the man on top of her. “If you don’t let go, I’m going to get angry.”

Di Wu Ya held both of Feng Jiu’er’s slender arms with one hand, pulled her up, and wrapped her in his embrace.

“My lady, I regret it now.” He lowered his head and buried his face in her neck.

“All men are lustful by nature. Before we’re married, can we just first—”

“No.” Feng Jiu’er struggled again and pulled away from his embrace.

She turned back to look at the man, whose deep eyes carried a pitiful, downcast look. She puffed out her cheeks and let out a breath.

“Aren’t we not married yet? This wouldn’t be proper—”

Feng Jiu’er pursed her lips, scooped a bowl of rice, and topped it with some vegetables and meat.

“Here.” She handed the bowl to Di Wu Ya, blinking. “Eat first, we’ll talk after.”

Di Wu Ya took the bowl and chopsticks, looking at the woman who was much shorter than him.

“When will you be willing to marry me?”

“Depends on my mood.” Feng Jiu’er leaned over the table and scooped a spoonful of soup into her mouth.

“This ginseng black-chicken soup is quite good, very nourishing. You should drink more of it later too.”

Feng Jiu’er looked up and met the man’s gaze, realizing she might have said something wrong.

“How about — tonight, I help you.” She looked at him, deliberately raising an eyebrow.

The War God Prince seemed to catch the hidden meaning in her words; his eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his attention back to his dinner.

With Feng Jiu’er’s words spurring him on, Di Wu Ya quickly finished off the entire table of food, even drinking up every last drop of the soup Feng Jiu’er had already sipped from.

As soon as the man set down his bowl, he took the woman beside him by the hand, stood up, and strode outside.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, why are you walking so fast?” Feng Jiu’er really wanted to say she could barely keep up.

Di Wu Ya glanced back, and before Feng Jiu’er could react, he simply scooped her up into his arms.

Leaving one door behind, he kicked open another.

Di Wu Ya carried Feng Jiu’er into the inner chamber, and only stopped once he reached behind the folding screen.

Feng Jiu’er glanced back, blinking.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, are you going to—”

Before she could finish, Di Wu Ya set her down and pulled downward with his large hand.

Feng Jiu’er hadn’t expected this turn of events; before she noticed, the sash of her robe had been undone, and her clothes had half slipped off.

“What are you doing?” She immediately grabbed at her clothes, just managing to keep them from falling off entirely in front of the man.

Feng Jiu’er glared at Di Wu Ya, then turned her back to him and retied the loosened sash.

“You know your own condition perfectly well. If you do this, won’t you just end up suffering for it?”

Di Wu Ya looked at Feng Jiu’er’s petite back, stepped forward, and pulled her into his embrace.

“Didn’t you just say you’d… help me—”

Di Wu Ya’s hot breath fell against Feng Jiu’er’s ear, and only then did she realize this man had misunderstood what she meant.

She pressed her lips together, turned around in his embrace, and placed her hands on his arms.

Well, “held” wasn’t quite the right word — really, she was just gripping his shoulders.

“If you force the matter, I won’t be able to refuse.”

“But, if you still wish to keep to your original intention, I have a way—” Her slender fingers came to rest on his chest, tracing lightly.

“—to help you.”

Di Wu Ya took a deep breath, one hand sweeping around her waist, pulling her against himself.

Feng Jiu’er found herself pressed against the man, tilting her head up, eyes wide as she looked at him.

Di Wu Ya’s other hand came to rest at the back of her head, gently cradling it, as he lowered his head and kissed her.

The instant her man kissed her, Feng Jiu’er’s whole body felt weightless, as if she were about to melt.

She had said it herself — if he forced the matter, she truly wouldn’t be able to refuse.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t refuse; perhaps, she simply didn’t want to.

Di Wu Ya, holding and kissing the woman in his arms, moved away from the screen and over to the bedside.

Still entwined together, the two of them fell onto the bed.

The air in the inner chamber grew hotter and hotter, and both their breaths grew heavier — heavier and heavier.

Some unknown amount of time later, Di Wu Ya lifted himself up, looking down at the soft, still-heaving small frame beneath him.

Feng Jiu’er finally found the chance to properly catch her breath; she drew in several deep breaths, finally feeling alive again.

Their eyes met, and in the room, only the sound of their two heavy breaths remained.

Di Wu Ya lowered his head to press a kiss to the woman’s forehead, then released her and rolled over to lie down.

“I don’t want to go back on my word — especially not with you.”

Feng Jiu’er closed her eyes, taking deep gulps of air.

After a good while, she turned her head, propping her chin on her hand, and looked at him.

“I’ve been researching an acupuncture technique. It won’t do your body any harm.”

She raised an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth curving up into a faintly wicked smile.

“It can suppress your desire temporarily, and ease your distress. Do you… want to try it?”

“Of course, if you have a better way yourself, I—”

“I’ll leave it to you.” Di Wu Ya didn’t move, just turned his head to look at his girl.

“Mm.” Feng Jiu’er nodded in satisfaction. “Then lie still, I’m about to begin.”

From somewhere, she produced a needle pouch, waving it a little mischievously in front of Di Wu Ya.

“Girl.” Di Wu Ya kept his eyes fixed on hers. “Quickly!”

It seemed the War God Prince was in rather urgent need of help right now.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jiu’er couldn’t help but burst out laughing with a “pfft.”

As her laughter faded, she sat up on the bed and lifted the clothing he had carelessly pulled on.

“Once this needle goes in, for the next three months, those uncontrollable urges of yours won’t surface so easily.”

“And after three months?” Di Wu Ya never doubted Feng Jiu’er’s abilities.

“After three months?” Feng Jiu’er looked up at him, pressing her lips together. “Once the time passes, it’ll be even harder to control.”

“If there’s no better solution by then, it’ll be… very, very, very unbearable! So, what do you say? Want to try it?”

“Right now is already unbearable!” Di Wu Ya pulled his gaze away from her flushed little face and closed his eyes.

Three months from this very day would be the time he married her.

Feng Jiu’er had no idea what Di Wu Ya was thinking right now. Whether he agreed or not, if it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have needed to specifically research this technique.

This kind of needle technique had always existed and been passed down — only few people knew how to use it.

What Feng Jiu’er had been researching this whole time was how to achieve the desired effect while minimizing the harm to his body as much as possible.

She could even redirect his vigor in that regard elsewhere, achieving the effect of strengthening his body and health.

“Don’t be nervous, it’ll be over in a moment.” Feng Jiu’er comforted him in a low voice.

“There, done.” In the blink of an eye, she put away the silver needle and got off the bed.

“Don’t let your mind wander. Get a good night’s rest, and tomorrow you’ll feel even better than usual.”

Feng Jiu’er got off the bed and tidied her clothes as quickly as she could.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, I’ll head over first — I still have a lot to take care of, so I won’t disturb you any longer.”

With that, Feng Jiu’er left the chamber in something of a hurry, closing the door behind her for the person still inside.