Chapter 9: The Soft and Beautiful Songstress vs. The Strong and Sturdy General

The wild boar meat was roasted to a crisp, seasoned only with coarse salt, yet it was already incredibly fragrant.

Ah Sheng cut the best roasted leg meat and brought it to Wei Chenheng, who used a dagger to cut the wild boar meat into small pieces and fed them to Ning Wanguan.

Ning Wanguan took a bite and her eyes lit up.

He smiled and ruffled her hair, “Is it good?”

“Delicious.” She took another bite, her cheeks stuffed.

Worried about getting her hands dirty, Wei Chenheng cut the meat into small pieces and placed them on a leaf for her to pick at.

After eating for a while, Ning Wanguan felt full and stopped.

Looking up, she saw Wei Chenheng meticulously cutting the meat, chewing slowly; he ate with such elegance, maintaining the demeanor of a noble even in this harsh wilderness.

Ning Wanguan unscrewed Wei Chenheng’s wine pouch and took a swig of strong liquor, downing it without turning red or skipping a beat.

Wei Chenheng’s face was expressionless, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

For an ordinary person, a sip of this strong liquor would leave them dizzy, yet she seemed to drink it like water, completely unfazed.

Ning Wanguan set down the wine pouch and stared at her hands, feeling a bit distressed; the grease was uncomfortable.

As if seeing through her thoughts, he handed her a handkerchief, carefully took her small hand, and wiped it gently.

“Do you want to bathe?”

Ning Wanguan was taken aback, “Is there a place to bathe here?”

“There’s a small stream nearby. I’ll take you there.”

I must say, his suggestion was very tempting. Ever since leaving the Wei residence, she hadn’t had a proper wash, and after a day of traveling, she felt utterly filthy.

He called over a horse, gracefully leaping onto its back, his black clothes billowing in the wind as he reached out his hand to her.

Ning Wanguan held onto her change of clothes with one hand and reached for him with the other. The man’s strength was great, and he pulled her up onto the horse’s back.

The sound of hooves gradually faded away.

The wind whistled past her ears as the man tightly wrapped her in his embrace, making her feel both scared and nervous.

“Are you afraid?” His voice was deep and magnetic.

“Not afraid!” Her face showed a brave and determined expression, which made the man chuckle lightly.

Before long, Ning Wanguan heard the sound of flowing water, and the horse came to a stop. The man dismounted first and then carried her down.

The small stream before them was crystal clear, with soft, sandy bottoms.

Ning Wanguan was taken aback, her face instantly turning red, “Are we washing here? What if someone sees us?”

Wei Chenheng smiled with pursed lips, “No one will.”

“Well…”

Under the moonlight, the man’s broad back was solid, every muscle perfectly sculpted, glimmering invitingly.

Cough cough.

“Do you need my help?” his calm voice broke the silence.

“No, I can do it myself.”

He walked over to her and asked, “Do you know how to swim?”

“Mm.”

His eyes sparkled mischievously as he suddenly scooped her up and tossed her into the water.

Ning Wanguan was caught off guard and fell into the water, jolting awake, and then floated up with the current.

The air was cold with the night chill.

As the wind blew, she sneezed and quickly ducked back into the water; the temperature of the water was not the same as that of the air.

“Is it cold?”

“A little.” She splashed some water on her face, moving quickly, “Just wash quickly.”

Seeing her face turn pale from the cold, he took the wine pouch from his horse.

He fed her sips of liquor.

Although she had a good tolerance, she couldn’t withstand the potency of the strong liquor, and soon, her pale face began to flush with color, feeling less cold.

“Are you still cold?”

Wei Chenheng’s breath brushed against her face, and for some reason, even this light concern made her cheeks burn, her heart racing.

“Not cold anymore.”

“I’m cold.” His voice was a bit hoarse, “My wife, warm me up.”

******* (The limitations of the author’s creativity!)

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The night was intoxicating.

A white light swept past!