Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play
Chapter 226: Emotional Tide
CHAPTER 226: CHAPTER 226: EMOTIONAL TIDE
The main building was a scene of lively indulgence, yet Xie Xun, vibrant with youthful energy, remained unaffected. He had unintentionally caught sight of Fengyu peeking from the third floor before staggering away. Concerned for her, he had followed.
In the main building, both Feiying and Nuanyang were handling things. The plan remained unchanged, and Feiying’s proficiency in the Beiman language meant Xie Xun didn’t need to stay vigilant at all times.
"I..." Fengyu’s forehead glistened with a faint sheen of sweat, her face flushed unnaturally. She didn’t seem quite right. Xie Xun reached out to touch her forehead. "Do you have a fever?"
"No!"
She stepped back, her lower back pressed against the table, her reaction exaggerated.
Xie Xun was taken aback. Fengyu’s mind conjured the image of Lady Thirteen seducing Dugu Jing. Her face grew redder, her throat dry and parched.
Why had Xie Xun also breathed in the scent yet remained unaffected?
Why was she the only one losing her senses from the intoxicating aroma? Fengyu felt unbearable, fervently wishing Xie Xun would leave the room. "You should go."
Xie Xun, noticing her obvious discomfort, grew more concerned. Just as he was about to speak, the two of them caught the sound of teasing laughter.
It was Lady Thirteen’s laughter. Fengyu moved to the window, pulling it open to peer outside.
Dugu Jing had been aroused by Lady Thirteen’s charms and was holding her in his arms, kissing her passionately. The two figures intertwined, locked in an intimate struggle. Stumbling at the staircase, Dugu Jing, seemingly unable to hold back, scooped Lady Thirteen up and carried her upstairs. Lady Thirteen, breathless from his kisses, tilted backward, her breathing rapid and shallow.
Fengyu was horrified, hurriedly rushing toward the door. How had she happened to end up in this very pavilion?
Xie Xun also stepped up behind her to look out. Their gazes met briefly before they both hastily moved toward the door.
Just as Fengyu reached for the door, Dugu Jing and Lady Thirteen had arrived on the second floor. If Fengyu and Xie Xun ran out now, they would undoubtedly bump into them. If Dugu Jing saw Xie Xun, tonight’s plan would completely fall apart. Panicked, Fengyu pulled Xie Xun back into the room, desperately looking for a place to hide. She considered hiding under the bed but immediately realized the folly—if Lady Thirteen and Dugu Jing came in, how would they escape?
The sound of footsteps and suggestive laughter grew louder. In a rush of anxiety, as Dugu Jing carried Lady Thirteen through the door, Xie Xun grabbed Fengyu and pulled her into the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was tiny, and Xie Xun was forced to hold Fengyu tightly as they squeezed in. Fengyu sat in his lap, her back pressed against his chest, her whole body stiff with tension.
They had barely hidden themselves when Dugu Jing and Lady Thirteen entered the room.
Dugu Jing pushed Lady Thirteen down onto the table. She deliberately whispered seductive words to provoke him, causing his actions to grow even more fervent and rough.
As lewd words filled the room, Fengyu thought, "..."
Sister, I’m still here!!!!
Fengyu clamped her hands over her ears, trying to block it all out like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. She was so mortified her toes curled, her lips pressing together tightly as she tucked her head to her knees. She had never been in such an excruciatingly awkward situation in her life.
Both of them were unmarried, inexperienced in such matters, yet they were forced to endure the sounds of another couple’s intimacy. Xie Xun found it even harder to bear than Fengyu. At his age, awash with youthful vigor, and with the person of his affection sitting in his lap, Dugu Jing and Lady Thirteen’s sounds felt as if they were resonating directly in his ears, unsettling his restless emotions.
No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, his young and spirited body was beyond his control. Fengyu, with her eyes shut and ears covered, burrowed into herself like an ostrich, self-deluding, and yet she became acutely aware of Xie Xun’s burning, uneven breaths. Panic mingled with embarrassment as she felt his head bury itself against her shoulder, his lips brushing the delicate skin of her neck. Then, his teeth grazed her tender flesh.
Fengyu let out a soft whimper, immediately covering her mouth and nose. Lady Thirteen and Dugu Jing, lost in their own ecstasy, failed to notice the faint sound. Fengyu’s body trembled as fire seemed to spring up wherever Xie Xun touched her.
It was so hot!!
Xie Xun’s body radiated heat like a furnace—and so did hers.
Sweat dripped from Xie Xun’s forehead as he struggled against himself. The cramped confines of the wardrobe left no retreat. Fengyu’s supple, delicate form pressed against him, delivering both pleasure and torment.
He reached out to cup her chin, forcing Fengyu to face him. Xie Xun captured her lips with his own.
Fengyu, terrified that their sounds might be overheard by Dugu Jing, dared not resist. Their mingled breaths intertwined, surging with passion.
She was going mad!
Xie Xun’s hand roamed over her waist, sliding upward as Fengyu struggled helplessly, like a fish out of water held fast, flailing in vain.
She twisted Xie Xun’s arm, but she couldn’t stop him.
Fengyu thought bitterly to herself—she had been wrong. She wasn’t the only one affected by the scent. Xie Xun had been impacted even more severely. While he had always been affectionate, he had never crossed such boundaries before.
She prayed silently for Dugu Jing and Lady Thirteen to finish quickly.
The dim light in the room cast long shadows. The wardrobe stood separated from the bed by a screen, creating some distance. If they found the right moment, they might be able to slip away. But things did not go as hoped.
Xie Xun, caught between arousal and frustration, cursed inwardly. What was wrong with Dugu Jing? Seeking excitement in the hall of all places—utterly uncivilized, a true barbarian!!!
While silently berating Dugu Jing, Xie Xun simultaneously tormented Fengyu, caught in an unbearable clash of heat and ice.
After what felt like ages, Dugu Jing was coaxed by Lady Thirteen to lie on the bed. Finally sated, Dugu Jing became unexpectedly amenable, cradling Lady Thirteen as they moved deeper into the room.
Lady Thirteen, hoping to steer the conversation toward the Marquis Mansion—any detail, however small—feared pushing too far and rousing Dugu Jing’s suspicions.
Dugu Jing, unlike the other reckless Beiman generals, was shrewd and cautious. Though hot-blooded and impulsive, he was no fool. His willingness to negotiate in Yanyang made it evident that he was not to be underestimated. Given time, he could very well become Yanyang’s greatest adversary.
When the two retreated to the inner room, sounds of intimacy once again filled the air. Fengyu and Xie Xun remained stiff, dreading the thought that it wasn’t over yet. Fortunately, the inner room was farther away from the wardrobe than the table had been. While the earlier sounds seemed to come from right next to them, this distance provided a slight reprieve.
Xie Xun pressed a long kiss to Fengyu’s lips before holding his breath and carefully pushing open the wardrobe door. Grabbing her hand, he led her out. Crouching low, they crept toward the door. Scattered across the floor at the doorway were Dugu Jing and Lady Thirteen’s discarded clothing. Fengyu, her legs weak, tripped over Dugu Jing’s outer robe and stumbled toward the door. Xie Xun hurriedly caught her.
From within the folds of Dugu Jing’s outer robe, two white jade bottles rolled out, stopping near the door. Fengyu and Xie Xun held their breath, their hearts racing, but their noise went unnoticed by the two inside, who were too engrossed in their passion. Fengyu quickly picked up the bottles and tucked them into her sleeve, following Xie Xun quietly downstairs.
Xie Xun’s hands were fiery to the touch, alarming Fengyu. She attempted to shake him off but was pulled by him into a rock garden hidden among the artificial hills. Fengyu gasped, but her cry was swallowed by Xie Xun’s kisses. He lifted her and pressed her against the cold stone, kissing her with abandon, shedding all restraint.