Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 281 - Untitled

Chapter 281: Untitled

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“Indeed, there shouldn’t be any view-damaging incident happening during such a mont,” Zhangsun Wuji explained by her ear. However, his explanation didn’t feel like an explanation but rather a taunt, causing ng Fuyao to clench her teeth. His hold was neither firm nor relaxed and did not hurt, yet it made her tremble as if a current was running through her body.

Zhangsun Wuji chuckled softly and seed to have moved even closer as he whispered, “Fuyao… After 10 years of cultivation, we finally share the sa boat, after 100 years we get to share a pillow, you and I have cultivated hundreds and thousands of years’ worth of fate, so how could you keep pushing away heartlessly?”

ng Fuyao glared at him murderously. ‘If I say I can, then I can!’

Zhangsun Wuji glanced at her and chuckled under his breath, beaming as brightly as he could as if to tell her: ‘If I say you can’t, then you can’t.’

Still smiling, he reached out and blocked a certain person’s murderous glare, then leaned in towards her.

Zhangsun Wuji leaned in gently against ng Fuyao’s cheek. Under the silvery glow of the moon, his breaths landed gently on her hair, and the cool-blooded person seed to beco hotter. That heat ca from deep within his blood, enveloping her like a fire instantly.

ng Fuyao felt the intermittent heat and coolness as if she were doused in flas, yet there was a jade-like coolness surrounding her heart. Between the hot and cold, she thought drowsily, ‘Tonight… tonight… Does he really… intend to abandon all inhibitions?’

Zhangsun Wuji’s fingers were like a gust of wind, trailing from her smooth, pale neck to her red lips, then back down to her collar. Moving up was teasing her, moving down was the real intention. ng Fuyao held her breath, unsure of what to feel as she waited, thinking that her heart trembled as his fingers wandered up and down.

Suddenly, the boat jerked violently.

There was a faint shout of surprise; it was Tie Cheng’s voice.

ng Fuyao’s eyes widened suddenly, and Zhangsun Wuji had already gotten up. “Looks like this dream is hard to fulfill…” he murmured before turning away and heading to the door. As he reached the door, he smiled and said, “Do I really have to block your ridians?” He flicked his finger and released her, saying, “You rest here, I’ll go take a look.”

ng Fuyao watched as his figure disappeared into the darkness and slowly sat up, hugging her knees as she fell into deep thought. She pressed the back of her hand against her cheek, feeling the heat of her skin. At this mont, she did not want anyone to feel.

In her semi-consciousness, she heard the door open and soone enter, she forced her eyes open and saw that it was Zhangsun Wuji, then huffed coldly and asked, “What happened?”

“Nothing much, we rounded a bend earlier and the rower carelessly brushed by so rocks.”

ng Fuyao nodded and curled herself up, waiting for the burning feeling to fade. She felt Zhangsun Wuji lie down beside her and very naturally pulling her into his arms, and begin to knead her back gently.

His movents were still as gentle as ever, his breathing faint as he massaged her shoulders gently. The moonlight stread in through the window, falling on him, making him look as if he were an illusion that was difficult to grab hold of.

ng Fuyao had no strength to resist, but in her haziness, she felt as if sothing was amiss. While she was deep in thought, she felt Zhangsun Wuji’s hand land again on her collarbone.

ng Fuyao was slightly frustrated now and pushed his hand away roughly, saying, “Do you really want to die?”

“How is this wanting you to die?” Zhangsun Wuji chuckled and started to untie her belt, his robe already hanging loosely and revealing his flawless skin. “For Yin and Yang to intertwine is most beneficial to the female, so how could I not dote on you?”

Hearing those words, ng Fuyao felt a layer of ice surround her heart as she thought, ‘This kind of sentence… this kind of activity… He really dared to say it out? To act it out?’

She opened her eyes, faintly making out his silhouette in her blurred vision.

The person on top of her continued to untie her shirt, a faint chill landing on her bare skin as it ca into contact with the air. That coolness penetrated deep into her heart, and ng Fuyao felt tears welling in her eyes.

She had never felt such sha in her life!

Yet, the person above her laughed, as if marveling over the beauty and purity of the woman in front of him. He kicked aside the bed board and pressed himself heavily on her, and the searing pain in ng Fuyao’s chest intensified, ready to erupt at any mont. Yet, within this mont of life and death, ng Fuyao felt her consciousness returning to her and her sight becoming clear—since things had co to this point, there was no use panicking; she might as well disregard everything that was happening to her body. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, trying to suppress the poison that was beginning to leak into her bloodstream.

She breathed in deeply.

Suddenly, everything beca clear!

Scent!

She rembered!

This person… This person… Everything about this person was exactly like Zhangsun Wuji, but, he didn’t carry his scent!

She had never slled Zhangsun Wuji’s unique scent on anyone else before!

He wasn’t Wuji!

Once this fact beca apparent in ng Fuyao’s mind, countless thoughts flashed through her mind—where was Zhangsun Wuji? How did this person infiltrate to this degree in such a short period of ti? What had happened earlier? Where did this person co from?

And the scariest thought began to surface, chilling her entire body—How could Zhangsun Wuji let such an imposter appear right under his eyes, did… did sothing happen to him?

ng Fuyao’s heart began to race, yet her entire body stiffened.

As soon as her body stiffened, the person above her chuckled and said, “What an enlightened girl!” The imposter’s original voice had returned. It sounded like a woman’s voice, but ng Fuyao knew that it definitely was not a woman.

Every feature about him was definitely male.

Her gaze landed on a pair of eyes exactly the sa as Zhangsun Wuji, yet within those eyes, there was no familiarity at all, instead filled with mockery and arrogance, as well as a hint of surprise and impatience.

Shock flashed through ng Fuyao’s eyes; she was currently in a disadvantageous position, but she continued to maintain her composure as a silver flash shot through the air.

The man paused for a mont, just a mont, as he heard ng Fuyao growl:

“Get lost!”

As she growled, she spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood in his face, launching a knee at the man and flipping away from him. In an instant, ng Fuyao had already created a distance of two cabins between her and the man.

She pulled up several boards and sealed herself away from the man, last seeing the man’s surprised expression filled with admiration as she pressed the board firmly between them and tying her shirt together. She then raised the remaining boards, and with a rush of emotion, the poison within her Emotion Lock spread throughout her body as she struggled to stand up, slashing Destiny Rebellion at the boards.

She had yet to take action when she heard the sound of the wind howling next door, followed by the sound of robes ruffling in the wind. There was a thunderous clap, and the entire boat rocked back and forth, followed by the sound of a woman giggling fading into the distance. Suddenly, the boards flew open, and a person grabbed her hand, his fingers cool to the touch, his face carrying a stricken expression.

Upon seeing that face, ng Fuyao instantly launched her sword forward only to hear the person shout, panic-stricken, “Fuyao, it’s !”

ng Fuyao’s sword stopped abruptly in its tracks, her hair flying in all directions behind her, her eyes flashing fiercely.

The person in front of her wore a calm expression, yet panic and rage were evident in his eyes as he saw her robes hanging loosely from her pale fra, her belt tied loosely and her shirt dyed with blood. Instantly, his eyes held a burning ferocity so bright it seed to illuminate the room. ng Fuyao had never seen such an expression from Zhangsun Wuji and, caught by surprise, she froze on the spot, her sword still raised in front of her.

Opposite her, Zhangsun Wuji no longer tried to go near her, instead, kneeling on the bed and retracting his hands, his fingers forming fists as they landed heavily on the mattress. Lowering his eyes, he murmured, “Fuyao… I’m sorry…”

ng Fuyao’s hand trembled again; she had never seen Zhangsun Wuji look like this, nor had she ever heard Zhangsun Wuji apologize—he never had the need to apologize, because he was never wrong.

Yet tonight, due to a mont of impulse, perhaps not really impulse, perhaps he rely wanted to tease her like always, sealing her ridians and healing her while she slept, yet an imposter suddenly appeared and triggering her Emotion Lock; once the lock was broken, if not for her strong sense of survival, perhaps the worst would already have co true.

Wrong… Who was in the wrong? For feelings to blossom between a man and a woman, he wasn’t a virtuous man, he would pursue her if he liked her, but he always rembered the danger of her Emotion Lock and never tried to push her to her limits. And she had always been careful to guard her heart, remaining sober during all those tis of pursuit, yet tonight, she lost herself in the flurry of passion.

Or perhaps, the one in the wrong was her, easily losing control, weak-hearted, deciding not to engage herself personally in the Five Regions Continent, yet uncontrollably falling victim to his affection.