Chapter 108 Extra 5 – Wen Qiyan’s Rebirth Arc

Chapter 108 Extra 5: Wen Qiyan Rebirth Extra

Did she imagine it, or was there a hint of expectation in his words, as if he wanted her to continue? Was it an illusion?

Surely it was an illusion. How could Wen Qiyan possibly expect her to continue?

He'd been refusing the whole time, telling her to get down, get down, get down... he'd lost count of how many times he had told her to get down.

"I don't want to." How could he fail to detect her confusion? He refused directly.

"You're lying! You clearly want to!" She slapped his waist and abdomen, her blows rather forceful.

It didn't hurt, but...

Wen Qiyan's expression became inscrutable. He sucked in a sharp breath, couldn't help but close his eyes, his long lashes trembling uncontrollably.

He really was going crazy. Ji Wanyuan was hitting him like this, yet he actually found it... rather pleasant. Perhaps it was because the force of her strikes wasn't that heavy.

"You... you're not a woman. Being this intimate with me, if word gets out, it won't be good for your reputation."

"Right, it won't be good for my reputation. But will it be good for yours?" she said. What difference does it make between men and women? If her reputation is tarnished, his won't be clean either.

Besides, she had never cared much about reputation anyway.

Reputation is something you can't eat or drink. She only wanted to do things that made her happy.

"Don't even think about lecturing me with those high-sounding principles, trying to get me to release you, because that's impossible!" She told him to abandon that hope.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, I've already had someone lock the doors and windows, and the perimeter is staffed with people I brought. You have no hope of escaping my control tonight!"

Since things had already come to this point, she might as well be blunt. She simply laid it all out.

"You—" Wen Qiyan hadn't finished speaking before she leaned down and kissed his lips.

Although Wen Qiyan's... that thing... left her somewhat unsatisfied, she felt that kissing him was rather enjoyable. Even though he resisted so much, he hadn't gone too far.

That drug, while not powerful enough to make him lose his mind, did to some extent numb and influence Wen Qiyan's thoughts. Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have been so... gentle.

Yes, gentle.

If it were before, he would have definitely been relentlessly mocking her, calling her shameless, frivolous, and loose!

Today, she was determined to mess him up, to dirty him.

This time, she was really getting the hang of it. Her kisses weren't as heavy, not as reckless. She even knew to suck and lick his lips repeatedly now.

Wen Qiyan didn't respond, just let her kiss him. But she was very dissatisfied. She struck him, forcing him to respond, striking with more force than before, filled with sheer resentment.

Under her "torture," Wen Qiyan did indeed respond to her, but his response was very shallow. Compared to Ji Wanyuan's fervent kisses, his response was almost negligible.

The main issue now was that she was very unruly. Kissing was one thing, but she kept touching him.

Touching back and forth, following the lines of his abdominal muscles, in a repetitive cycle, but just not going lower. It was truly unbearable. One couldn't tell how much time had passed before Wen Qiyan's breathing became severely ragged.

She pulled away slightly, panting even harder than he was.

Leaning against the side of his neck, her breath hitting his skin made him both itchy and numb.

He was really in great discomfort, but she didn't continue. She just kept kissing, kept teasing him.

Just as Wen Qiyan was pondering what to do next—should he break free from the restraints and send her back?—he felt a bit reluctant.

If they continued tonight, would something unexpected happen?

Just as he was hesitating, Ji Wanyuan actually went lower.

Wen Qiyan instantly tensed up. "..."

Ji Wanyuan also noticed his change. Her gaze immediately fell on his tensed waist and abdomen.

Because of Wen Qiyan's movement, his abdominal muscles instantly tightened, the lines becoming even more defined and beautiful. Her eyes fixed on his abs, then gradually moved upward, moving to his face.

Wen Qiyan still had his face turned away. The cool aloofness on his face hadn't diminished, but arousal was gradually eroding his composure. His brow furrowed continuously with her little movements.

He looked like he was in pain, yet also in pleasure.

Ji Wanyuan felt somewhat excited, her emotions couldn't help but surge.

She liked seeing the fluctuations in Wen Qiyan's expression, especially when they were caused by her, like right now.

It wasn't just his brow that moved slightly; even his breathing was unsteady. He was panting lightly, and it sounded quite pleasant.

Ji Wanyuan wanted him to pant more obviously, louder. So she exerted a bit more force.

Sure enough, with this action, she noticed Wen Qiyan's expression instantly changed. His brow furrowed deeply, and the flush on his face became much more pronounced than before.

Ji Wanyuan's excitement grew even greater than before. It was as if she had found the switch to Wen Qiyan's emotional changes, and she kept pressing and kneading it repeatedly, causing his expression to shift accordingly.

She really had no sense of restraint.

Wen Qiyan's fingers clenched into fists. The shackles locked around his wrists, leaving clear marks. Even the bones of his fingers were faintly turning white.

"Ji... Ji Wanyuan..." He told her to stop.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Wanyuan immediately stopped, because she realized her hand had been dirtied by him.

"This..."

Wen Qiyan had been restraining himself for a long time. Now, with her acting so recklessly and without restraint, how could he hold back? So he ended up... surrendering a bit. Mainly because this was the first intimate encounter in this lifetime.

She was just as she had appeared moments before, staring at him dumbfounded, blinking her eyes, her profile delicate and pure.

She was still looking. Even when he called her name, she didn't react much.

Wen Qiyan really couldn't stand her intensely focused gaze anymore.

And the place she was looking at was his private area.

Wen Qiyan struggled violently, directly breaking free from the shackles. Ji Wanyuan heard the sound and immediately snapped back to reality to look, but she only caught a glimpse of a shadow. In a dizzying turn of events, she was already pinned beneath the man, who had grabbed her shoulders.

Their positions were effortlessly reversed.

Ji Wanyuan was trapped by him.

Her heart pounded wildly in an instant, especially when she met the man's deep, dark eyes. Sensing danger, she couldn't help but swallow hard.

She no longer had the imposing aura from before, but she still acted a bit defiant. "You... what do you want to do?"

"Had enough fun?" a magnetic, deep voice asked.

Ji Wanyuan swallowed hard, wanting to refuse but too afraid to—his expression was fierce.

Instantly, Ji Wanyuan lost her nerve, blinking silently.

After a moment, she turned her face away—only to see the man’s wrist bone, bloodied from breaking free of the restraints, looking even more savage.

He had broken free of her restraints with shocking ease; the drug hadn’t affected him at all.

Would Wen Qiyan just walk away?

She hadn’t even finished what she’d started—hadn’t fully tasted Wen Qiyan yet!

Gathering her courage, Ji Wanyuan threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down; their lips collided clumsily.

Wen Qiyan hesitated—wondering whether to leave. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to do next.

He wanted to be intimate with Ji Wanyuan—but if he took the initiative, she’d surely grow suspicious.

So he simply gazed at her face, silent.

Yet who would have thought that, even pinned beneath him, she remained unafraid—continuing her bold advances.

Caught off guard by her pull, their lips didn’t kiss so much as crash together—teeth clashing.

The softness of her chest shifted subtly, too.

Wen Qiyan winced in pain, instinctively parting his lips—and she hooked her arms tighter around his neck, deepening the kiss.

Still recklessly provoking him, kissing him even more boldly than before, utterly fearless.

Wen Qiyan’s patience finally snapped. He already desired her, had restrained himself for so long, tried urging her to leave—but she refused, even dared assault him.

As Wen Qiyan’s kiss turned aggressive, Ji Wanyuan froze in shock. In that instant of fright, he seized her waist and kissed her deeply, sucking hungrily at her soft tongue.

Genuinely startled into dazed submission, she could only let him take control.

Only when he continued kissing her did she gradually begin to respond—the sharp, tingling ache sweeping over her entire body, filling her eyes with tears.

Their kissing rose and fell, punctuated by the girl’s breathless, plaintive moans.

Wen Qiyan paid close attention to her reactions, carefully observing her expression.

Thanks to their intimacy in their past life, he understood her body well. And this lifetime’s Ji Wanyuan—still inexperienced—it wasn’t long before spring-like moisture gathered in her eyes.

She clung weakly and petulantly to his arms, burying her face against his chest, her long hair tangled across her face, her body, and entwined with his.

Seeing she seemed alright, when Wen Qiyan reached that point and sensed her “willingness,” she should have been ready.

She was aroused—desirous, too.

Yet he still asked, “Have you thought it through?”

Ji Wanyuan’s reply was provocatively teasing—though her voice trembled softly: “Wen Qiyan, are you even a man?” She was goading him.

And yet, he still hesitated.

Hearing this, he…

He was genuinely exasperated—almost laughing in frustration.

“Fine. Very well.”

Ji Wanyuan, already flushed with excitement, instantly tightened her grip on his arm.

“…”

“Does it hurt?” He kissed her brow.

He had been extraordinarily gentle.

Ji Wanyuan pressed her lips together, refusing to answer—afraid he’d stop—so she feigned, “No.”

Wen Qiyan couldn’t help but curl his lips, proceeding with painstaking slowness.

Tears streamed ceaselessly from the corners of Ji Wanyuan’s eyes; her nails dug into his arms, and she began to cry.

At this point, he naturally wouldn’t stop—kissing the corners of her eyes, tasting her tears, tending to her tenderly.

Ji Wanyuan’s sobs grew increasingly intense.

She whimpered that it hurt—that it felt unbearable.

Damn it—Cousin Qing Ru had been right; she couldn’t handle Wen Qiyan, and this was anything but pleasurable.

Feeling her distress, Wen Qiyan wanted to stop—but the arrow was already loosed. Ji Wanyuan cried even more fiercely.

Wen Qiyan murmured soothing words—admittedly, it had some effect; she relaxed slightly. In that fleeting moment of relaxation, he decided enduring brief, sharp pain was better than prolonged agony—and broke through the barrier of their first time, decisively.

A sharp, pained cry escaped the young woman as tears spilled down her cheeks.

Unconsciously, he called her “Yuan’er,” kissing her brow.

“Don’t be afraid…”

Ji Wanyuan no longer cared about his unusual tenderness—she only knew it felt awful. She begged him to stop, said she didn’t want to continue, didn’t want to play anymore.

But Wen Qiyan refused her plea. Who knew how long it lasted—but soon, the night had grown deep.

Ji Wanyuan cried until her eyes were swollen red.

Wen Qiyan held her, cleaning up.

He’d been extremely careful—but an unexpected trace remained.

His and Ji Wanyuan’s child was conceived that very night. Recalling her agony during childbirth…

Wen Qiyan couldn’t wipe it clean with a cloth alone—so he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the canopy, heading straight for the bathing chamber.

Ji Wanyuan had no idea what he intended—thinking he’d fully regained his senses and was now preparing to deal with her.

She tried to get down—but her legs were too weak. Trembling, she stared nervously at Wen Qiyan’s profile and whispered, “W-what are you doing?”

Hearing this, Wen Qiyan glanced down at her. Having cried so fiercely earlier, not only her eyes but also her cheeks and the tip of her nose were flushed red—utterly pitiful.

He looked at her for a moment—then said nothing.

He carried her into the bathing chamber. Ji Wanyuan watched him fetch a cloth—and, summoning her last strength, tried to climb out of the tub. But the moment she moved, Wen Qiyan pressed her back down.

He looked down at her, towering above, voice low and firm: “Why are you squirming?”

Ji Wanyuan's body ached all over, and she gazed at him timidly.

Seeing the evasiveness in her eyes, Wen Qiyan's voice softened. He said, "Let me clean you up."

"You got dirty earlier."

Ji Wanyuan hadn't paid any attention to that, and why was Wen Qiyan being so gentle?

It wasn't just gentle; it was tender.

Was it because of what had just happened between them?

Ji Wanyuan was lost in thought for a moment before she was suddenly lifted into his arms.

She instinctively whimpered, "My waist hurts so much."

"Weren't you quite feisty earlier?" Wen Qiyan paused his movements, looking at her.

Ji Wanyuan was stung by his retort. Not knowing how to respond, she simply let out a soft huff.

Even as she turned her face away, she could still feel the man's burning gaze fixed upon her.

He watched her for a long time, until Ji Wanyuan began to feel increasingly uneasy and instinctively wanted to tell him not to look.

Before she could speak, he resumed his actions, wiping her.

Wen Qiyan had trained in martial arts for years. Although his knuckles were slender and fair like jade, elegant and pleasing to the eye, the pads of his fingers were rough. Ji Wanyuan shivered instinctively.

She looked down and saw his gentle movements, unable to resist throwing her arms around him.

"What are you doing?"

He said he was cleaning her. "Do you want to get pregnant?"

Ji Wanyuan hadn't even considered this issue; she had only been focused on winning him over.

But hadn't he been very careful just now to avoid that?

As she thought about it, Ji Wanyuan spoke her mind without holding back.

Wen Qiyan said that nothing in this world was foolproof.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "You're being so meticulous because you're afraid I'll get pregnant and cling to you, aren't you?"

The man paused his movements and looked over. When Ji Wanyuan met his gaze, her heart began to race with panic.

"Ji Wanyuan, what do you mean by that?"

She was confused. What did he mean, what did she mean?

"You don't want to take responsibility for me?"

Responsibility?

She couldn't believe her ears! What was he saying to her? He wanted her to take responsibility for him?!

"You don't want to take responsibility? What do you take me for?" He saw the surprise on her face, clearly having never considered this possibility.

"I..." She was truly bewildered.

While they were talking, he had already finished wiping her clean. He set aside the cloth and created some distance between them.

The handsome man before her still bore traces of desire on his face. Alongside his usual aloofness, there was also a hint of anger.

He said coldly, "After you return, you'd better quickly find a matchmaker to come to the Wen family's door."