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Rong Shu lifted her tear-stained face, unable to hold back her words, "Gu Yunzhi, you're truly... too despicable!"

With a tremble in her shoulder, she stood up and sniffled, "You're just too—"

Her voice abruptly ceased.

The man standing before her had already taken a step forward as she rose, pressing one hand to the back of her head while lifting her chin with the other, sealing their lips in a fierce kiss against her tearful lips.

His fiery breath engulfed her, carrying an irresistible urgency.

He couldn't hold back any longer. The turmoil within him was like molten lava burning through his bones; he simply couldn't resist.

His lips were scorching hot.

After a moment of stunned stillness, Rong Shu gradually wrapped her arms around his neck.

Feeling his wet tongue clumsily attempting to pry open her teeth, she closed her eyes, relaxing her jaw to allow him entry.

Chapter 115

She called him "Gu Yunzhi."

Back then, the Rong Zhaozhao who was in love with him would address him this way affectionately.

Gu Changjin had been waiting, hoping she would once again call his name with that coquettish tone from before.

He kissed away the tears on her face and softly apologized, "I'm sorry." He had made her cry again.

Unable to contain herself, Rong Shu slapped his shoulder and choked back sobs, "What are you sorry for? You haven't done anything wrong! Why should you apologize?!"

It was the heavens that were unfair to them, not him. So why should he apologize?

Rong Shu was both angry and heartbroken, causing her tears to fall even more profusely.

Gu Changjin sealed her lips once more.

The night was hazy, and the sounds of war drums echoed. The wind blew from afar.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl in his arms trembled slightly.

Gu Changjin was unsure if he had kissed her too roughly or if she was feeling cold. Reluctantly, he released her lips, their noses brushing against each other as he panted heavily, greedily inhaling the gentle, sweet fragrance that emanated from her.

But it wasn't enough.

Far from it.

His eyes darkened further as he clasped her waist and, in just a few strides, carried her into the tent. As the cloth curtain fell, he pressed her against the wall, lowering his head once more.

Unlike his initial clumsiness, he gradually found his rhythm. His teeth no longer bumped against hers, and the suction on her tongue no longer caused her pain.

Rong Shu's tears were licked away by him, and it felt as if a damp fire was burning in the air. She was like a piece of molasses being roasted over the flames, slowly melting, turning into a flowing syrup.

Her trembling fingers brushed against his face, her delicate fingertips tracing the stubble on his cheeks. Feeling his lips move inch by inch downward, her ten translucent fingers instinctively tangled themselves in his hair, bending and holding on tightly.

She lifted her head, her eyelashes fluttering like a dying butterfly.

The man's breathing grew heavier.

The ties around her neck loosened, and the silk ribbon at her waist fell to the ground. The chill of early spring crept upon her snow-white skin exposed to the air, yet his lips and tongue seemed to carry a fiery warmth.

She felt cold and yet she felt hot.

Rong Shu was all too aware of what would happen if she didn't intervene.

Yet, not a single thought of stopping him crossed her mind. She wanted to give him everything without holding anything back, just as he had given her everything without any reservations.

Despite being rejected by her time and again, whenever she found herself in peril, he would rush to her side, regardless of the severity of his injuries, not even death could deter him.

How could Rong Shu bear to make him wait any longer? How could she be so willing to part with him?

Closing her eyes, she held him even closer.

Right at that moment, a commotion of hurried footsteps echoed outside the tent.

As the footsteps drew nearer, the two, lost in their passion, regained their senses the instant they ceased just beyond the curtain.

Gu Changjin lifted his face from Rong Shu's shoulder. The girl before him had her eyes closed, her eyelashes quivering. Her upper garment was loosely bunched around her waist, and he had even pulled down her undergarment.

The mole on her shoulder was now a fingernail-sized red mark, resembling a delicate plum blossom petal floating on pristine snow.

Gu Changjin's heart pounded so fiercely that it felt as if it might burst from his chest. Almost without restraint, he wanted to continue.

"Your Highness."

At the sound of that voice outside, Rong Shu opened her eyes and looked at Gu Changjin.

Her legs were weak, and her arms too. Mu Rong was standing outside the tent, likely with urgent matters to report – she couldn't afford to delay him.

"It's Brother Mu."

"Hmm."

Gu Changjin calmed his breathing, fastened her undergarment, and carefully dressed her in the fallen clothes before saying, "I'll be out for a while."

He gave her another glance, noticing her flushed cheeks, her eyes filled with desire, and her disheveled hair ornaments. She appeared utterly ravished.

Rong Shu couldn't allow anyone else to witness her current state.

Gu Changjin's voice deepened as he said, "Wait here for me. I'll be back as soon as possible."

Rong Shu replied with a soft "Mm," her voice still thick with a nasal tone.

Her gaze swept over a thin scratch on his neck, which she had accidentally inflicted when she was nervous while he removed her clothes.

She whispered, "I scratched your neck. Is it serious?"

"It's nothing."

If not for her mention, Gu Changjin wouldn't have even noticed the additional wound on his neck.

He pulled up the disheveled collar of his shirt to cover the injury and asked, "Will you be afraid staying alone in the tent? Should I send for Yingyue and the others?"

"I'm not afraid." She still had things she wanted to discuss with him, and their conversation would be hindered once Yingyue and the others arrived. "Don't call for Ying Que and the others."

"Alright, then I'll leave now."

Gu Changjin turned to leave, but his sleeve was gently tugged by her.

"Wait, Gu Yunzhi, your hairpin is askew."

It was actually she who had accidentally displaced it when her fingers delved into his hair just now. Rong Shu paused, stepped forward, and tiptoed to adjust his hairpin.

He was tall, making it particularly difficult for her to reach on her tiptoes. Fortunately, he sensed her struggle and promptly bent down, allowing her to smoothly straighten the jade hairpin.