Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (51)
Mu Yanjun almost wanted to completely remove his disguise mask, so that she could see exactly who she was holding.
How could she hurt him so much?
And he would tolerate this kind of hurt, for this person, he must listen as she aired her grievances. For her, step by step he would make concessions.
Mu Yanjun’s reason and emotions wrestled and tore, and eventually his body went slack.
At that moment, Bai Weiwei was very energetic. Tearing and pulling his clothes open, and revealing his large chest skin.
Mu Yanjun’s muscles trembled, eyes cruel, he tried to calm his tone, “I do not hate you, so you do not have to waste yourself so badly.”
Bai Weiwei grasped the ragged cloth in her hand and cried like a red-eyed rabbit, “With you, I will never think it’s a waste.”
It was another blow to his heart.
Mu Yanjun almost vomited blood.
Bai Weiwei bowed her head and kissed him.
Her lips were soft and sweet, and held the taste of blood.
It could almost stimulate him into madness.
Mu Yanjun wondered what the point of enduring was.
She hated him anyway, so much so that she wouldn’t give him any more chances.
Then why couldn’t he use the identity of Jun Buyan to completely conquer her?
For a lifetime, he would be with her in a false identity.
Was it despicable?
He was never a good man, and it was his nature to be despicable and shameless.
The fiendish part of Mu Yanjun’s heart finally prevailed, and his love for her turned into a morbid and terrible appetite.
He reached out and encircled her in his arms, and whispered in her ears in a hoarse voice, “Won’t you regret it?”
Bai Weiwei’s face was pressed against his chest. After a moment of silence, she said softly: “Won’t regret.”
Mu Yanjun was sore and sweet, and was almost broken in half by her words.
He gave a reluctant smile, “Then even if you really regret, I will not let go.”
With that, he held her by the waist, turned over and pressed her down.
Bai Weiwei’s back made contact with the cold hard lounge chair, and couldn’t help but shiver a little.
Mu Yanjun did not have a trace of pity. His head was lowered to kiss her, and sucked on the wound of her lips.
She was suppressed by him overbearingly and lingeringly, kissed until her scalp went numb.
This kiss was long and full of exclusive meaning.
Bai Weiwei was kissed by him until her mind went white, kissed until she started to worry, and ultimately became a little sleepy.
Then she realized, why was there no next step?
Mu Yanjun finally loosened his lips, he complexly observed her face, and finally fixed into gentle pacification.
“I think, we can’t do this kind of thing until after we marry.”
Bai Weiwei had a dull face. Did she not offer up her chastity, just for him to tell her this?
Mu Yanjun continued gently, “I will marry you, you are my most precious treasure. I will not be like the man who insulted you, treating you so wretchedly.”
Bai Weiwei: “…”
Mu Yanjun took her to the bed, covered her with quilt, and coaxed her, “Sleep, you are very tired.”
Bai Weiwei had wanted to shake her head, but found herself more and more sleepy, and finally slept.
Once Mu Yanjun saw she was asleep, he released the hand pressing against the accupoint on her neck, and silently sat beside her.
Then he looked down at his lower body.
Unable to bear it anymore, he reached over to take the candle stand next to him, and smashed it against the door, there was a muffled sound for a long time.
Clearly, he had decided to ask her so that she could not regret it.
But the outcome was, he couldn’t get up.
Bai Weiwei woke up the next day, with a face void of love.
“I want to strike.” She said to the system.
The system faced with such a pessimistic host, just tried to comfort her.
As a consequence, Bai Weiwei lamented: “This imperial eunuch is fundamentally a wilt to the end, unless he put Tintin1 in his heart, I have no way.”
She thought it through properly, Mu Yanjun was bad all the way down to the soles of the feet, absolutely not a gentleman.
She ran here and pressed hard, and he could have only two possible reactions.
1) A torn mask. Make him admit that he was Mu Yanjun, and then he would have her.
2) Preserve Jun Buyan’s disguise. Pretend to be a gentleman, they’d be together for a lifetime, and then the two of them would agree to be together on the other side.
How to achieve her goal?
Conclusion: If Mu Yanjun the tm2 did not take action, then his thing absolutely would not get up!
1: Tintin is another slang word for dick, like jj.↩
2: tm=abbreviation for 他妈的 which literally means “his mother fucking” but this slang can represent a wide variety of vulgarities depending on the context it’s used in.↩