Chapter 33

The room was dimly lit.

To outsiders, two seemingly unrelated people were crowded together in a small, enclosed room, their skin touching.

Outside, the wind howled and the rain poured. Silver lightning split the night, briefly illuminating the man’s handsome features. He leaned against the hard wooden board, clearly impatient and self-doubting, not looking at Sang Yao.

Every time thunder rumbled, Sang Yao would tighten her grip on Xie Yun’s arm.

Behind a thin curtain, another couple was passionately entwined, their voices gradually becoming incomprehensible to Sang Yao.

The rapid chirping sounds faded, replaced by other, more complex sounds.

Like applause, but not quite. Sang Yao couldn’t understand, but her ears were starting to feel warm.

It was strange enough listening alone, but with Xie Yun there, it felt even stranger.

The creaking of the wooden bed made Sang Yao feel like the old bed would break soon. To distract herself, she silently pondered whether they would get hurt if the bed broke while they were at it.

She couldn’t come up with an answer because she couldn’t imagine their positions.

As the intensity of the battle increased, Sang Yao’s embarrassed cheeks grew warm.

She looked at Xie Yun and saw that he had half-closed eyes, showing no emotion.

Sang Yao felt he was pretending to be calm and patted his arm gently, whispering, “Don’t be shy.”

He lifted his eyelids to look at her. “Do I look like I’m shy?”

Xie Yun had little interest in sexual contact between men and women, let alone now, when they were separated by a curtain. Even if the curtain were pulled back and they performed in front of him, he would only feel disgusted.

The noisy sounds, even less so than the faint fragrance on the girl in front of him, annoyed him.

Sang Yao stared at his indifferent face, unable to see any trace of shyness. She thought about it and felt the same.

The contents of the manual resurfaced in her mind. She imagined Xie Yun as the person writing it and his gaze changed involuntarily. “Right.”

Perhaps Xie Yun had upset her today, so she spoke with more emotion than usual, more daring than usual, muttering under her breath, “For someone like you, what does this level of debauchery matter?”

As soon as she said it, Sang Yao regretted it. Why did she say what was on her mind?

The familiar vocabulary.

Xie Yun: “…What are you muttering about?”

Sang Yao shook her head guiltily and turned away as if nothing had happened, not saying a word.

In her heart, she justified herself. She hadn’t said anything wrong, had she? This man seemed upright on the surface, but who knew what indecent thoughts lurked in his mind?

Xie Yun remained silent for a long time, staring at her with a dangerous look. “So, what do you think would be acceptable for someone like me, a lecher, to do?”

Clearly, Xie Yun was not imagining things.

This woman was becoming more and more daring in front of him. If he remembered correctly, she used to be nervous even talking to him. Now, not only was she not nervous, but she dared to curse at him to his face.

What had happened between them?

The fierce wind and rain outside, along with the passionate encounter inside the room, seemed particularly noisy, completely drowning out the whispers of the two in the corner.

Sang Yao didn’t want to answer that question.

If she did, wouldn’t she be exposing herself?

If this man took this opportunity to ask about her feelings and she said something he didn’t want to hear, he might become angry and forceful towards her.

At first, she just felt that Xie Yun was inconsistent, so passionate on the inside yet so cold on the outside, which was really strange.

Then there was the matter with Lu Ting, which made her feel that Xie Yun was somewhat paranoid.

Several days had passed, and there was still no conclusion to the Lu Ting incident, proving that it was not a simple case of corruption.

If he didn’t want her to marry Lu Ting and ruin her engagement, why did he have to deal with Lu Ting as well?

She wasn’t worried about Lu Ting, but rather, she was thinking, since Xie Yun was so influential, he must usually be cautious and careful. How could he act so impulsively for love?

He was so lustful. What if one day he lost control and wanted her to be his mistress, waiting for him in the room without a care in the world?

Xie Yun had no idea how the innocent and beautiful girl in front of him had imagined him.

After a moment of silence, his tone became slightly stern. “Speak.”

Sang Yao pressed her lips together and remained silent

Suddenly the man outside speak

“How about Rong Rong breaks off the engagement with him and be with me instead?” The woman’s tone became more serious. “Stop dreaming. You forced me from the beginning. If you ruin my engagement, I won’t let you off.”

“What’s wrong? I also come from a prestigious family. In what way am I inferior to that useless crown prince?”

There’s so much information.

This man sounds like he has quite a status, but Sang Yao, not being very sociable, couldn’t tell. She was anxious to know who this man was.

Suddenly, the woman outside screamed, her voice extremely charming.

“You’re hurting me!”

The bed creaked again, and the woman’s voice changed tone. The man’s muffled voice came over, “It’s all because Rong Rong is too swollen.”

They started again.

Sang Yao looked at Xie Yun and asked, “Do you know who this man is?”

Xie Yun turned away. “Sorry, I, this big lecher, don’t know.”

Sang Yao: “Why do you hold grudges like this?”

She snorted and muttered, “Fine, don’t tell me.”

The two fell silent again.

After a while, Sang Yao began to feel uncomfortable.

The position she was in was already very uncomfortable. After enduring it for so long, her right buttock was numb, which was unbearable.

She pursed her lips and began to adjust her position slightly.

When Sang Yao was sitting obediently on his lap, he could ignore the strange feeling. But now, she was not being obedient.

She lifted the thing that had been resting on his leg, probably looking for a better angle, and moved it slightly.

Xie Yun frowned, his expression not very pleasant. “Don’t move.”

Sang Yao explained in a low voice, “My leg is numb, just moving a bit.”

It was embarrassing to say how numb her butt was.

Xie Yun raised his arm, his large palm directly gripping Sang Yao’s thigh, his cold gaze fixed on her. “Don’t move,” he said.

She really knew how to pick a spot!

The area where Sang Yao was touched was already numb, including her butt, but now, being pinched by him, the sensation shot straight to her head. She couldn’t help but tighten her grip on Xie Yun’s sleeve and move again, desperately trying to break free. “You, you, you… let go first!”

In the swaying motion, the covered area accidentally grazed over where it shouldn’t, like a spark falling in the dry mountains, subtle but directly hitting the key point, causing a wildfire in an instant.

Xie Yun didn’t prioritize desire; he rarely even indulged in self-gratification.

Of course, he didn’t shy away from desire either.

In his view, seeking others or self-relief was a manifestation of self-indulgence, a state where the soul and mind wouldn’t be satisfied. So, apart from providing a momentary pale relief on the body, it was useless.

No joy, no meaning, just a waste of time.

So, he mostly let it be.

But at this moment, it was unusually dominant.

Strange, eerie, subtle impulses began to flow through his limbs, accompanied by an indescribable excitement.

He discreetly tugged at his own clothes, feeling irritated.

But she still didn’t obey.

Sang Yao’s thighs trembled, Xie Yun’s attempts to restrain her were futile, and his other hand, with not so gentle a movement, slapped up.

The sound mixed into the outside of the bed curtain, inconspicuous.

Sang Yao finally stopped moving.

She widened her eyes, a visible layer of crimson covering her skin, feeling both pain and embarrassment. Her eyes, like autumn water, looked at Xie Yun in disbelief.

This was originally an accident.

He had just wanted to slap her thigh, but she kept struggling, so the slap landed in the wrong place.

Xie Yun’s palm tingled, even though he had overstepped, he was not guilty when he met Sang Yao’s gaze.

He had a very ascetic cold face, refined, unfeeling, noble, elegant. When he looked down at people, he carried a sense of oppression.