Chapter 47
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What was the difference between a wolf who had fasted for twenty-four years and one who fasted for three months?
First, the wolf who’d fasted for twenty-four years was much more persistent in eating meat.
Secondly, that wolf would endure much more just to eat said meat.
Third, the wolf who’d fasted for three months had much more experience in eating meat…
Xia Yujin kicked, yelled and struggled for a while, almost pushing her off the tree, and finally stopped the ferocious wolf’s brazen act. Panting, he touched the red marks on his neck. His face colored, but the darkness wasn’t enough to show whether it flushed, paled, or darkened. He furiously glared at the rule-breaker in front of him. “You’re violating our agreement!”
Ye Zhao rubbed her head, poured herself a cup of wine, and nodded. “Apparently.”
“More than ‘apparently’!” Xia Yujin snarled. “You just are!”
Ye Zhao watched him work himself up with interest. Suddenly, she reached over, swiping his long hair over a large branch, and leaned toward him. “When we agreed,” she asked with alcohol on her breath, “did you say how you’d punish me if I broke the rules, husband?”
Xia Yujin was dumbstruck. He hesitated for a long time, thinking back on it, and stalled. “I’ll punish you how I say I’ll punish you, of course.”
Ye Zhao flicked her sleeves. “One day this, one day that, no regulation at all, these rules are child’s play!” she admonished him severely. “Ridiculous! If you were in the army’s jurisdiction, you’d be demoted at best, beheaded at worst!”
“You!” Xia Yujin couldn’t spit out the rest of his words.
“Don’t worry. You’re inexperienced, I don’t blame you for doing it wrong. I can’t bear to blame you. Let’s set some new rules.” Seeing that he was getting angry, Ye Zhao calmly poured him a glass of wine to placate him. “Or, a three-cups fine?” she brazenly asked.
“Fuck off!” His scandalous experience having been shunned, Xia Yujin threw down his wine for liquid courage. Disregarding everything else, he dove over and tore at his wife’s pants. Take advantage of the element of surprise, then reap the benefits. He tugged at them unsuccessfully, then harder, still unsuccessfully, before realizing: Ye Zhao was a martial artist, so all her clothes were extremely sturdy. They had nothing in common with the chiffon robes of brothel courtesans, and it wasn’t easy to go so hard at it in a tree!
With his disordered pulling, he’d accidentally knotted the belt on itself, making it even harder to take off. At his wit’s end, he was forced to take revenge by moving his attack to the chest area! He pried open Ye Zhao’s shirt, furiously copped a feel, then sadly discovered that the curves of his wife’s chest… were maybe barely better than those of the best male courtesan… Even sadder was that he groped along a few other places, all hard. There was no expanse of softness to be found.
Ye Zhao was still drinking as his hands roved around, continuously repeating Lady Hai’s teachings in her mind. Making up her mind, she said, “The moon is beautiful tonight.”
According to his experience in brothels, Xia Yujin should have answered with, “The scenery on your chest is more beautiful than the moon.” But he simply couldn’t find where his wife’s moons were. Angrily, he pressed forward, biting at her neck without stopping his touching and stroking. “The moon can go fuck itself!” He was so virulent that the trunk of the tree shook, startling a few sleeping birds. They flapped their wings, contemptuously throwing a look at this fellow, who was dragged to safety and avoided a tumble, and flew away.
Ye Zhao lay against the trunk, keeping the both of them stable, and blinked, a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. Xia Yujin was watching her long eyelashes flutter, more elegantly than a butterfly’s wings. Her glass-colored eyes, which usually seemed to read through people’s minds, were colored black in the darkness. In the flickering light, their murderous aura had become gentleness, piercing straight to his heart, then scratching it like a kitten, attempting to catch it. It slipped away in a flash.
As he lay there, stunned, she loosened the tight knot on his belt and pulled apart his robes. Her white teeth parted; she bit down on his clavicle then licked with her nimble tongue, like a predator. She went sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes in a circle, sometimes with a soft nip. Then she went down, slowly, and down again. When she sucked on the bud, he arched up sharply, as though every inch of his skin had been struck by lightning. He let out a low moan, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure.
“Stop!” Xia Yujin was abruptly jolted from his daze. He pushed her away, insisting, “I should be the one molesting you!”
“Alright!” Ye Zhao indifferently untied her clothes. Leaning back against the tree, she carelessly said, “Come on!”
Xia Yujin looked around. He felt that this place wasn’t suitable for what he planned to do, so he waved his hand and imperiously told her, “Let’s get down from the tree. We’ll fight again back in the room!”
He wasn’t done talking when he found himself suspended midair. Before he even had the time to cry out, he was already at the bottom of the tree. Then up and down a few times in the air, sky and ground blurring together, and then he was already lying on the bed with the embroidered mandarin ducks that Concubine Yang had prepared earlier.
“Was it fun?” Ye Zhao asked.
The faint fragrance of sandalwood hung in the air. Xia Yujin’s fright hadn’t settled in yet, but he felt his whole body go soft, and held on to her tightly.
Ye Zhao was concerned. “Are you… scared?”
After a moment, Xia Yujin recovered. Putting on a bold face, he said, “Can a little thing like this scare me?”
“You’re really not afraid?” Ye Zhao asked.
“Certainly not!”
Ye Zhao bit his ear. “So if the two armies meet again, can they still fight?” she asked.
Xia Yujin’s heroic spirit soared up. “They’re about to!”
“My opponent is so bold.” Ye Zhao snaked her arm around his waist, drawing him close, her other hand starting to explore. In her husky voice, she said, “Let me inspect the ammunition first.”
“Shameless! Too shameless!”
When Xia Yujin heard his wife, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, be so lewd, so unrestrained, so direct, he was excited beyond words. His throat suddenly went dry, and something scorching hot burned low in his abdomen when the two forces came into contact. The general could shoot a bow on the back of a horse and none of the eighteen martial arts styles held any difficulty for her. During the war, there were only men in the military camp. There were so many people running around bare-chested or bathing in the river that she must have become long used to seeing men in all their forms. The masters must have passed on their own knowledge; how could she fear a small tussle in bed? Her first few caresses were a bit fumbling, but she soon got better and better at it. Her hands were rough as she felt around, and Xia Yujin felt his virility rouse, difficult to restrain. He was trying to contain himself, though, because he wanted to take back the lead and not let her get away with her teasing.
Lady Hai had taught her: the more a man scolds you for your boldness in bed, the more he actually wants it. You must seize the opportunity.
Ye Zhao was a good apprentice. She immediately untied her shirt and her long wavy hair. Her body was like an avid panther, hidden in the dark: born for hunting, nimble and vigorous, but thin, without any excess flesh. Although her chest wasn’t large, her waist was as slender as a dancing snake, strong, powerful, and beautiful.
Xia Yujin swallowed, blanking out. It was getting a little difficult to breathe.
Ye Zhao wrapped her long legs around his waist, tightly, not letting him to escape, and bent over to kiss him, as forceful as a storm. With her left hand hovering in front of his chest, her right hand attacking lower, her legs sometimes twisting around his waist, she did not allow him even half a moment of respite.
Xia Yujin couldn’t hold it. He finally got embarrassingly hard. He slapped the headboard, struggling and yelling, “On top! You— I want— on top!”
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What was the difference between a wolf who had fasted for twenty-four years and one who fasted for three months?
First, the wolf who’d fasted for twenty-four years was much more persistent in eating meat.
Secondly, that wolf would endure much more just to eat said meat.
Third, the wolf who’d fasted for three months had much more experience in eating meat…
Xia Yujin kicked, yelled and struggled for a while, almost pushing her off the tree, and finally stopped the ferocious wolf’s brazen act. Panting, he touched the red marks on his neck. His face colored, but the darkness wasn’t enough to show whether it flushed, paled, or darkened. He furiously glared at the rule-breaker in front of him. “You’re violating our agreement!”
Ye Zhao rubbed her head, poured herself a cup of wine, and nodded. “Apparently.”
“More than ‘apparently’!” Xia Yujin snarled. “You just are!”
Ye Zhao watched him work himself up with interest. Suddenly, she reached over, swiping his long hair over a large branch, and leaned toward him. “When we agreed,” she asked with alcohol on her breath, “did you say how you’d punish me if I broke the rules, husband?”
Xia Yujin was dumbstruck. He hesitated for a long time, thinking back on it, and stalled. “I’ll punish you how I say I’ll punish you, of course.”
Ye Zhao flicked her sleeves. “One day this, one day that, no regulation at all, these rules are child’s play!” she admonished him severely. “Ridiculous! If you were in the army’s jurisdiction, you’d be demoted at best, beheaded at worst!”
“You!” Xia Yujin couldn’t spit out the rest of his words.
“Don’t worry. You’re inexperienced, I don’t blame you for doing it wrong. I can’t bear to blame you. Let’s set some new rules.” Seeing that he was getting angry, Ye Zhao calmly poured him a glass of wine to placate him. “Or, a three-cups fine?” she brazenly asked.
“Fuck off!” His scandalous experience having been shunned, Xia Yujin threw down his wine for liquid courage. Disregarding everything else, he dove over and tore at his wife’s pants. Take advantage of the element of surprise, then reap the benefits. He tugged at them unsuccessfully, then harder, still unsuccessfully, before realizing: Ye Zhao was a martial artist, so all her clothes were extremely sturdy. They had nothing in common with the chiffon robes of brothel courtesans, and it wasn’t easy to go so hard at it in a tree!
With his disordered pulling, he’d accidentally knotted the belt on itself, making it even harder to take off. At his wit’s end, he was forced to take revenge by moving his attack to the chest area! He pried open Ye Zhao’s shirt, furiously copped a feel, then sadly discovered that the curves of his wife’s chest… were maybe barely better than those of the best male courtesan… Even sadder was that he groped along a few other places, all hard. There was no expanse of softness to be found.
Ye Zhao was still drinking as his hands roved around, continuously repeating Lady Hai’s teachings in her mind. Making up her mind, she said, “The moon is beautiful tonight.”
According to his experience in brothels, Xia Yujin should have answered with, “The scenery on your chest is more beautiful than the moon.” But he simply couldn’t find where his wife’s moons were. Angrily, he pressed forward, biting at her neck without stopping his touching and stroking. “The moon can go fuck itself!” He was so virulent that the trunk of the tree shook, startling a few sleeping birds. They flapped their wings, contemptuously throwing a look at this fellow, who was dragged to safety and avoided a tumble, and flew away.
Ye Zhao lay against the trunk, keeping the both of them stable, and blinked, a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. Xia Yujin was watching her long eyelashes flutter, more elegantly than a butterfly’s wings. Her glass-colored eyes, which usually seemed to read through people’s minds, were colored black in the darkness. In the flickering light, their murderous aura had become gentleness, piercing straight to his heart, then scratching it like a kitten, attempting to catch it. It slipped away in a flash.
As he lay there, stunned, she loosened the tight knot on his belt and pulled apart his robes. Her white teeth parted; she bit down on his clavicle then licked with her nimble tongue, like a predator. She went sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes in a circle, sometimes with a soft nip. Then she went down, slowly, and down again. When she sucked on the bud, he arched up sharply, as though every inch of his skin had been struck by lightning. He let out a low moan, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure.
“Stop!” Xia Yujin was abruptly jolted from his daze. He pushed her away, insisting, “I should be the one molesting you!”
“Alright!” Ye Zhao indifferently untied her clothes. Leaning back against the tree, she carelessly said, “Come on!”
Xia Yujin looked around. He felt that this place wasn’t suitable for what he planned to do, so he waved his hand and imperiously told her, “Let’s get down from the tree. We’ll fight again back in the room!”
He wasn’t done talking when he found himself suspended midair. Before he even had the time to cry out, he was already at the bottom of the tree. Then up and down a few times in the air, sky and ground blurring together, and then he was already lying on the bed with the embroidered mandarin ducks that Concubine Yang had prepared earlier.
“Was it fun?” Ye Zhao asked.
The faint fragrance of sandalwood hung in the air. Xia Yujin’s fright hadn’t settled in yet, but he felt his whole body go soft, and held on to her tightly.
Ye Zhao was concerned. “Are you… scared?”
After a moment, Xia Yujin recovered. Putting on a bold face, he said, “Can a little thing like this scare me?”
“You’re really not afraid?” Ye Zhao asked.
“Certainly not!”
Ye Zhao bit his ear. “So if the two armies meet again, can they still fight?” she asked.
Xia Yujin’s heroic spirit soared up. “They’re about to!”
“My opponent is so bold.” Ye Zhao snaked her arm around his waist, drawing him close, her other hand starting to explore. In her husky voice, she said, “Let me inspect the ammunition first.”
“Shameless! Too shameless!”
When Xia Yujin heard his wife, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, be so lewd, so unrestrained, so direct, he was excited beyond words. His throat suddenly went dry, and something scorching hot burned low in his abdomen when the two forces came into contact. The general could shoot a bow on the back of a horse and none of the eighteen martial arts styles held any difficulty for her. During the war, there were only men in the military camp. There were so many people running around bare-chested or bathing in the river that she must have become long used to seeing men in all their forms. The masters must have passed on their own knowledge; how could she fear a small tussle in bed? Her first few caresses were a bit fumbling, but she soon got better and better at it. Her hands were rough as she felt around, and Xia Yujin felt his virility rouse, difficult to restrain. He was trying to contain himself, though, because he wanted to take back the lead and not let her get away with her teasing.
Lady Hai had taught her: the more a man scolds you for your boldness in bed, the more he actually wants it. You must seize the opportunity.
Ye Zhao was a good apprentice. She immediately untied her shirt and her long wavy hair. Her body was like an avid panther, hidden in the dark: born for hunting, nimble and vigorous, but thin, without any excess flesh. Although her chest wasn’t large, her waist was as slender as a dancing snake, strong, powerful, and beautiful.
Xia Yujin swallowed, blanking out. It was getting a little difficult to breathe.
Ye Zhao wrapped her long legs around his waist, tightly, not letting him to escape, and bent over to kiss him, as forceful as a storm. With her left hand hovering in front of his chest, her right hand attacking lower, her legs sometimes twisting around his waist, she did not allow him even half a moment of respite.
Xia Yujin couldn’t hold it. He finally got embarrassingly hard. He slapped the headboard, struggling and yelling, “On top! You— I want— on top!”
What was the difference between a wolf who had fasted for twenty-four years and one who fasted for three months?First, the wolf who'd fasted for twenty-four years was much more persistent in eating meat.Secondly, that wolf would endure much more just to eat said meat.Third, the wolf who'd fasted for three months had much more experience in eating meatXia Yujin kicked, yelled and struggled for a while, almost pushing her off the tree, and finally stopped the ferocious wolf's brazen act. Panting, he touched the red marks on his neck. His face colored, but the darkness wasn't enough to show whether it flushed, paled, or darkened. He furiously glared at the rule-breaker in front of him. You're violating our agreement!Ye Zhao rubbed her head, poured herself a cup of wine, and nodded. Apparently.More than apparently'! Xia Yujin snarled. You just are!Ye Zhao watched him work himself up with interest. Suddenly, she reached over, swiping his long hair over a large branch, and leaned toward him. When we agreed, she asked with alcohol on her breath, did you say how you'd punish me if I broke the rules, husband?Xia Yujin was dumbstruck. He hesitated for a long time, thinking back on it, and stalled. I'll punish you how I say I'll punish you, of course.Ye Zhao flicked her sleeves. One day this, one day that, no regulation at all, these rules are child's play! she admonished him severely. Ridiculous! If you were in the army's jurisdiction, you'd be demoted at best, beheaded at worst!You! Xia Yujin couldn't spit out the rest of his words.Don't worry. You're inexperienced, I don't blame you for doing it wrong. I can't bear to blame you. Let's set some new rules. Seeing that he was getting angry, Ye Zhao calmly poured him a glass of wine to placate him. Or, a three-cups fine? she brazenly asked.Fuck off! His scandalous experience having been shunned, Xia Yujin threw down his wine for liquid courage. Disregarding everything else, he dove over and tore at his wife's pants. Take advantage of the element of surprise, then reap the benefits. He tugged at them unsuccessfully, then harder, still unsuccessfully, before realizing: Ye Zhao was a martial artist, so all her clothes were extremely sturdy. They had nothing in common with the chiffon robes of brothel courtesans, and it wasn't easy to go so hard at it in a tree!With his disordered pulling, he'd accidentally knotted the belt on itself, making it even harder to take off. At his wit's end, he was forced to take revenge by moving his attack to the chest area! He pried open Ye Zhao's shirt, furiously copped a feel, then sadly discovered that the curves of his wife's chest were maybe barely better than those of the best male courtesan Even sadder was that he groped along a few other places, all hard. There was no expanse of softness to be found.Ye Zhao was still drinking as his hands roved around, continuously repeating Lady Hai's teachings in her mind. Making up her mind, she said, The moon is beautiful tonight.According to his experience in brothels, Xia Yujin should have answered with, The scenery on your chest is more beautiful than the moon. But he simply couldn't find where his wife'smoonswere. Angrily, he pressed forward, biting at her neck without stopping his touching and stroking. The moon can go fuck itself! He was so virulent that the trunk of the tree shook, startling a few sleeping birds. They flapped their wings, contemptuously throwing a look at this fellow, who was dragged to safety and avoided a tumble, and flew away.Ye Zhao lay against the trunk, keeping the both of them stable, and blinked, a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. Xia Yujin was watching her long eyelashes flutter, more elegantly than a butterfly's wings. Her glass-colored eyes, which usually seemed to read through people's minds, were colored black in the darkness. In the flickering light, their murderous aura had become gentleness, piercing straight to his heart, then scratching it like a kitten, attempting to catch it. It slipped away in a flash.As he lay there, stunned, she loosened the tight knot on his belt and pulled apart his robes. Her white teeth parted; she bit down on his clavicle then licked with her nimble tongue, like a predator. She went sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes in a circle, sometimes with a soft nip. Then she went down, slowly, and down again. When she sucked on the bud, he arched up sharply, as though every inch of his skin had been struck by lightning. He let out a low moan, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure.Stop! Xia Yujin was abruptly jolted from his daze. He pushed her away, insisting, I should be the one molesting you!Alright! Ye Zhao indifferently untied her clothes. Leaning back against the tree, she carelessly said, Come on!Xia Yujin looked around. He felt that this place wasn't suitable for what he planned to do, so he waved his hand and imperiously told her, Let's get down from the tree. We'll fight again back in the room!He wasn't done talking when he found himself suspended midair. Before he even had the time to cry out, he was already at the bottom of the tree. Then up and down a few times in the air, sky and ground blurring together, and then he was already lying on the bed with the embroidered mandarin ducks that Concubine Yang had prepared earlier.Was it fun? Ye Zhao asked.The faint fragrance of sandalwood hung in the air. Xia Yujin's fright hadn't settled in yet, but he felt his whole body go soft, and held on to her tightly.Ye Zhao was concerned. Are you scared?After a moment, Xia Yujin recovered. Putting on a bold face, he said, Can a little thing like this scare me?You're really not afraid? Ye Zhao asked.Certainly not!Ye Zhao bit his ear. So if the two armies meet again, can they still fight? she asked.Xia Yujin's heroic spirit soared up. They're about to!My opponent is so bold. Ye Zhao snaked her arm around his waist, drawing him close, her other hand starting to explore. In her husky voice, she said, Let me inspect the ammunition first.Shameless! Too shameless!When Xia Yujin heard his wife, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, be so lewd, so unrestrained, so direct, he was excited beyond words. His throat suddenly went dry, and something scorching hot burned low in his abdomen when the two forces came into contact. The general could shoot a bow on the back of a horse and none of the eighteen martial arts styles held any difficulty for her. During the war, there were only men in the military camp. There were so many people running around bare-chested or bathing in the river that she must have become long used to seeing men in all their forms. The masters must have passed on their own knowledge; how could she fear a small tussle in bed? Her first few caresses were a bit fumbling, but she soon got better and better at it. Her hands were rough as she felt around, and Xia Yujin felt his virility rouse, difficult to restrain. He was trying to contain himself, though, because he wanted to take back the lead and not let her get away with her teasing.Lady Hai had taught her:the more a man scolds you for your boldness in bed, the more he actually wants it. You must seize the opportunity.Ye Zhao was a good apprentice. She immediately untied her shirt and her long wavy hair. Her body was like an avid panther, hidden in the dark: born for hunting, nimble and vigorous, but thin, without any excess flesh. Although her chest wasn't large, her waist was as slender as a dancing snake, strong, powerful, and beautiful.Xia Yujin swallowed, blanking out. It was getting a little difficult to breathe.Ye Zhao wrapped her long legs around his waist, tightly, not letting him to escape, and bent over to kiss him, as forceful as a storm. With her left hand hovering in front of his chest, her right hand attacking lower, her legs sometimes twisting around his waist, she did not allow him even half a moment of respite.Xia Yujin couldn't hold it. He finally got embarrassingly hard. He slapped the headboard, struggling and yelling, On top! You I want on top!
