Chapter 158 Two Afterwords: Wanting to Cry But Unable to Shed Tears

Chapter 158 Two Afterwords: Wanting to Cry But Unable to Shed Tears

Fu Yu wanted to cry but couldn't shed a tear.

If she could go back in time, she would definitely return to the Heavenly Dao vortex and cast eight hundred silencing spells at her earlier self who had spoken so arrogantly.

— He was truly forceful, truly relentless!

Her body had long melted like spring water; no matter how hard she tried with her soft fingers, she couldn't push away his lean, hard waist.

She bit his shoulder fiercely, but her weak teeth couldn't even break his skin, leaving only a glistening trail of moisture that excited him further.

"Jun Bu Du... Jun... mm..."

He grasped the back of her neck, the heat of his palm making her tremble slightly.

He tilted his head and kissed her, his tongue deftly parting her lips and teeth, plundering fiercely.

Her powerless fingertips would sometimes rest on his shoulders, sometimes push at his waist, unable to stop his overly deep kisses or resist his strong, determined back-and-forth conquest.

Fu Yu's thoughts were shattered and chaotic.

Through the swaying pools of spring water in her eyes, she dazedly looked at his serious, cold, and desireless face.

Her breath was filled with his scent and warmth.

Her vision blurred and swayed, his bone structure appearing even sharper and more ethereal.

Fu Yu let out a soft breath; when he leaned down to kiss her, she willingly parted her lips and offered her soft, sweet tongue.

He kissed her, his movements slowing slightly.

The sudden tenderness and intimacy relaxed Fu Yu's body and mind; her hands unconsciously encircled his unbearably hard and powerful body.

He kissed her deeply, drawing more and more sweetness.

One large hand covered her cheek, while the other roamed downward and gripped her waist.

"Mm!"

She widened her eyes, watching helplessly as he pushed deeper and deeper.

He bit her lip and said, "Close your eyes, open your mouth."

Her lips and teeth trembled; she bit his firm tongue hard, wanting to break it, but only grazed him softly, making him chuckle softly.

"Mm... no..."

Fu Yu thought she was going to die.

Her vision scattered, and she was delirious.

Kissed and coaxed by him, she parted her lips and whispered sweet nothings.

Some affairs had accumulated in the Divine Dragon Clan that required Jun Bu Du's attention.

Fu Yu refused to accompany him.

Her reproachful gaze made Jun Bu Du lower his eyes and smile; he said, "I understand, have a good rest," then carried her out of the house, gently placed her in a wicker chair, and let her lie under the Green Bodhi Tree to bask in the sun.

"Creak—thud."

He closed the wooden door, locked it, and instead of teleporting, his footsteps faded away like an ordinary husband going out.

Fu Yu glared resentfully at the direction he had gone.

After a while, she withdrew her gaze and stared at the sky as if life had lost all meaning.

She truly hadn't expected two people could become this incredibly close.

Recalling it afterward, she found it both thrilling and horrifying.

After lying limp for a while, Fu Yu said angrily, "It's all because this body isn't up to the task."

She narrowed her eyes, pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, and climbed up full of fighting spirit.

She had once seen many secret manuals.

Titles like "Eighteen XXX of Husband Taming," "Mysterious XXX Gold XXX," "Great Joy and Ecstasy XXX."

She never needed them before, but now she had to practice some to deal with that inhuman man.

Fu Yu had always been highly proactive; as soon as the thought struck her, she teleported a thousand miles.

Finding these secret manuals wasn't difficult.

The most widely circulated in the world were nothing more than these; she easily found many handwritten copies by famous scholars, and also picked up a copy of "The Golden X Plum."

The plump bookstore owner thumped her chest and guaranteed that learning these would surely make her husband's limbs go weak, his bones turn to jelly, and he surrenders.

Fu Yu was very satisfied.

Returning home, she devoted herself to studying.

Fu Yu had mastered the techniques, but Jun Bu Du still hadn't returned.

Impatient from waiting, she pushed open the door and stepped over the threshold; just as she was about to teleport, she saw a figure that resembled a distant mountain and a still crane walking on the misty rain-covered green stone path.

He wore a plain white Daoist robe, draped in a black crane-feather cloak, his black hair tied up with a bamboo crown, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

In a flash of light, he teleported in front of her and tilted the umbrella to shelter her from the drizzle.

Cold and pure as jade, unmatched in this world.

Fu Yu was struck by his beauty, and she felt dizzy for a long moment.

Holding the umbrella with one hand, he took her hand and led her back inside.

"I came back late and made you worry."

This scene inevitably reminded him of the past—she had waited for him outside the door, her face terribly pale.

His heart ached; he looked down at her.

"...Hmm?"

She was daydreaming instead, and her complexion wasn't bad at all.

She glanced at him, secretly feeling smug.

After three days apart, a guy deserves a fresh look. I'm about to show him what I'm made of.

Entering the house, Jun Bu Du took off his crane-feather cloak, hung it on the coat rack, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to cook for her.

Fu Yu reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Food can wait. Come on."

Jun Bu Du followed her into the bedroom, and seeing that she was dragging him straight to the bed, he was momentarily stunned.

He really thought he had overdone it.

Turns out she was just playing hard to get.

Fu Yu pushed him to sit down and started getting handsy.

Jun Bu Du: "..."

He raised his hands slightly to go along with her.

She leaned down, kissed his thin lips, wrapped herself around him, silently chanted the spell, and activated the Golden Wind and Jade Dew technique.

Jun Bu Du: "..."

The sweet, rich scent was so intense it almost made him lose control.

He held back, again and again, until he could hold back no longer.

He turned the tables on her, flipped over on top of her, completely unleashed his instincts, and lost all sense of the world around him.

Fu Yu: "?"

Fu Yu: "?!!!"

Where was all that talk about going weak and surrendering?

Fu Yu felt like she had become scattered petals—crushed, battered, torn apart.