A thud rang out, followed by the heavy sound of something hitting the floor.
The large body was sent flying off the bed by a small foot.
“Ugh...”
Yang Jian sobered instantly and blinked awake.
He sat up and turned sharply.
The first thing he saw was a pair of small, adorable bare feet on the bed.
“You... You dared to kick me?”
Yang Jian glared at the woman on the bed, his eyes spitting fire.
Ming Yue, who in her past life had guarded her pure chastity with her life so she could devote herself to swordsmanship, now felt a profound sense of loss and despair in this life.
“You... You forced yourself on me...”
She whimpered pitifully, clutching the blanket tightly around herself and crying like she never had before.
Yang Jian rose to his full height. His brows drew together, his face dark and grim. He spoke in a strained voice.
“Weren’t you the one demanding it all night?”
“W-What did you say?”
Ming Yue bit her lip and widened her eyes. Yang Jian sat down on the edge of the bed, his expression thunderous and thoroughly displeased.
He felt as though the sky were about to collapse right in front of him—more so than even the woman currently sobbing.
Though he had been drunk last night, he still remembered. She had climbed onto his lap, nipped at his earlobe, and nuzzled aggressively at the hollow of his neck, seducing and intoxicating him. He had begun thinking that he should no longer grieve for the woman who had already died, so he had indulged the woman before him and given her everything he had, with all the passion he possessed.
After all, she was his wife—a woman who was soft and tender enough to make anyone want to cherish her. More importantly, she had been properly married to him according to custom.
Thinking about another woman was simply improper.
She had moaned and cried out in pleasure like that, yet now she was accusing him. The words “forced myself on you” were painfully grating to his ears!
Yang Jian was furious!
Where had a proud, valiant man who held lofty virtue above his own life ever been branded with such a name?
Yang Jian felt utterly humiliated.
Had a man like him ever needed to coax a woman into sharing his bed? Weren’t there countless beauties offering themselves to him every day?
The young general felt strangely agitated.
He was deeply irritated.
He felt like a mighty warhorse standing proud and fearless, only to be regarded by a tiny mouse as nothing more than a filthy, ravenous, lust-crazed pig that would eat anything.
The reason Yang Jian reacted so strongly was that he had never indulged in reckless lust with anyone.
The passion he gave was something he treasured deeply.
For this ignorant wife of his to kick him out of bed and then point at him and accuse him of forcing himself on her—
That was the ultimate insult.
As far as Yang Jian was concerned, there was one thing everyone knew about him: anyone who offended a man like him would meet no good end.
Prepare yourself to face the judgment of death!
However, since the other party was merely a woman—and his wife, obtained through an imperial marriage decree—the tall man merely cast the petite figure a murderous glance and silently noted the offense, adding it to the account of grudges in his heart. Then he sprang to his feet with a cold, haughty air, hastily pulled on his clothes, and strode out of the wedding chamber as swiftly as lightning.
He left the petite figure staring after him in bewilderment, her slender brows drawn tightly together as she thought about what had happened the night before.
Wait... Could it be...
In a daze, she seemed to see her own slender figure awkwardly climbing onto Yang Jian’s broad, sturdy lap.
Her slender arms boldly looped around his neck. She leaned his handsome face toward her and crushed her lips against his in a wild kiss.
She really had been the one to ravage his lips first.
Then she had bitten his earlobe and nuzzled at the hollow of his neck while murmuring boldly in consolation, “Don’t regret having to marry me. Come now. A woman like me is better than anyone else.”
Ming Yue jolted at the memory, then continued thinking.
Even before they entered the wedding chamber, she had not forgotten to order him to look only at her before violently ripping the groom’s clothes from his body, sending red fabric fluttering all over the room.
When she felt his hot breath and heard the hoarse, low growl rumbling from him, her lust only grew more intense. She had no idea when her clothes and his had fallen away completely.
She did not even know who had removed their underclothes.
She remembered only yanking off his outer wedding robe.
Last night, seated on his hard, warm lap, she had felt his searing presence press against her lower belly, arousing her intensely.
Before long, the two of them had joined together, bodies moving in harmony to create a passionate melody. The wedding chamber had been filled with heat and desire, with nothing but the sounds of shifting bodies, friction, and mingled gasps and moans.
He held her slender waist, moving his lean hips and rocking his buttocks to guide the rhythm, while she no longer cared about anything at all. She merely tilted her head back, clinging to him and pressing her full, soft breasts against his powerful chest like someone desperate for warmth that would never be enough.
He stared at her flushed face and gazed deep into her eyes. She looked at his sharply defined features, seeing only those fiery, endlessly captivating eyes brimming with power. She could no longer see anything else. He gripped her rounded hips tightly, filling his hot palms, kneading them fiercely before seizing her slender waist and lifting her from the chair beside the table while they were still joined as one. Then he pressed her down onto the bed, his hot tongue tracing circles over her nipples.
Her breasts grew taut and peaked, while another part of him also stood rigid and proud.
Amid the dim, hazy darkness, he forced her legs apart. Their position was utterly shameful. She clutched his muscular, powerful forearms with both hands, while he controlled the heated rhythm, driving into her and holding her there for a long time.
It was truly all because of the wine. Ming Yue finally realized...