After a deep exchange lasting another five minutes, Ye Ming finally gave the beauty in his arms a chance to breathe fresh air.
By this time, Du Yuemian had already lost all her strength, slumping limply onto his chest. Her small face was so red it looked like blood could be squeezed from it.
A seductive charm lingered in her eyes as she panted, her small mouth exhaling warm breaths. If Ye Ming had continued for a few more minutes, she might have completely succumbed.
Even now, Du Yuemian didn't understand why Ye Ming was so... sudden.
It had left her utterly unprepared.
If Nangong Qian and her children inside the room had seen what just happened, how could she ever face them?
"Young... Young Master! Please let... let me go!"
After struggling futilely a couple of times, Du Yuemian could only plead.
Seeing her slightly resentful gaze, Ye Ming didn't release her. Instead, he cupped her hips, pulling her onto his lap.
"What! Are you shy?"
Ye Ming leaned in close to her delicate earlobe, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Ah! I... I..."
Du Yuemian had never experienced such teasing. At this moment, she felt as if thousands of ants were crawling over her, a sensation both itchy and capable of bringing forth a primal, instinctive pleasure.
Seeing the blushing Du Yuemian, Ye Ming also felt a dryness in his throat. Just as he was about to follow the smooth curve of her hips for further exploration, a dark shadow suddenly appeared beside him.
"My Lord! That woman..."
Before Ying Qian Shi could finish speaking, he was stunned by the scene before him.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he dared not look further. He quickly turned around, knelt on the ground, and stammered nervously, "My... My Lord! I... I..."
Because he had arrived too hastily, he hadn't observed his surroundings. Who could have imagined that his own Lord would be...
At this moment, not only was Ying Qian Shi bewildered, but Ye Ming was as well.
As for Du Yuemian, it was even worse.
If there had been a crack in the ground, she would have unhesitatingly burrowed into it.
How embarrassing.
Fortunately, our Great Young Master Ye was a man of the world and quickly regained his composure.
"Get up! What does this kneeling look like!"
He said with a hint of displeasure, seeing Ying Qian Shi kneeling on the ground.
"My Lord! I've interrupted you and your primary consort! I..."
"Stop! Stop!"
Ye Ming quickly interrupted, "Speak! You seemed to be in such a hurry. What happened?"
Hearing this, Ying Qian Shi remembered the important matter.
"My Lord! That woman has woken up! She's very hostile towards me now, so I rushed to inform you, but I didn't expect..."
He hadn't expected to walk in on this scene.
"Good! I understand! You may go!"
Hearing this, Ying Qian Shi dared not linger. He turned into a black shadow and vanished.
After Ying Qian Shi left, Du Yuemian, who had kept her head buried in Ye Ming's chest, finally dared to look up. Her gaze towards Ye Ming was filled with a deep, lingering resentment.
"It's all your fault!"
However, in the end, she only playfully punched Ye Ming's chest a couple of times.
"Yes, yes, yes! It's all my fault!"
Ye Ming laughed heartily, completely unbothered.
"You... Hmph!"
Seeing this, what else could the thin-skinned Miss Yuemian do?
"Alright! I'll go and deal with that woman!"
Ye Ming kissed her forehead before releasing her.
After Ye Ming left, Du Yuemian remained standing on the balcony, watching the newly descended night sky, a perfect arc forming on her lips.
This captivating smile made the stars in the heavens shine even brighter.
...
Inside the room, Ye Sen Saegyu stood by the window, her ever-present long saber now in her hand. It seemed this saber offered her an infinite sense of security.
She gazed at the stars high above, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
This was a look she had never displayed before.
It seemed her prior experience of being utterly defenseless against the old man Kumu had left some negative impact.
Of course!
Perhaps it was also Gu Taiyi's restraint that had unsettled her heart.
She still clearly remembered standing at the entrance of the Ancient Martial Artist Association. When she had unleashed her full strength with a single strike, intending to end all their grievances, the other party had simply given up resisting.
As that saber strike landed, she felt as if her soul had left her body, staring at the old man lying in a pool of blood.
At that moment, she felt as if this cruel heaven had played a massive joke on her.
Her hatred!
Her anger!
Her resentment!
All of it had ended so openly and aboveboard!
Then, what was the point of the misfortune she had endured!
The suffering she had borne!
The hardships she had gone through!
Ye Sen Saegyu wanted to face-to-face slay the person who had caused her entire life of misfortune, not for him to bow his head and give up resistance.
In that case!
It all meant nothing!
*Crack!*
Just as Ye Sen Saegyu was lost in thought, gazing at the enchanting moon, the door to the room suddenly burst open.
Hearing the sound, she spun around abruptly. Her eyes were filled with coldness, and every nerve in her body tensed. Her long saber was in a state of readiness to be unsheathed.
This was her instinct.
And her habit.
No matter who stood before her, she viewed them as an enemy.
"Since I was able to snatch you from that old man Kumu, do you think I am weaker than him?"
Ye Ming said faintly, looking at the black-clothed woman wearing a veil before him.
Although he could not see her face clearly, her body's various metrics, having cultivated to the Martial God realm, were naturally perfect.
Whether it was her curves or the visible proportions of her figure, they could all be described as "sizzling hot."
Hearing Ye Ming mention the old man Kumu, a flicker of apprehension crossed Ye Sen Saegyu's eyes.
At the same time, she knew very well that since this person could save her, his strength must be above that of the other man.
"Why did you save me?"
Ye Sen Saegyu maintained a safe distance from Ye Ming, remaining on guard.
"Save? Hahaha!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Ming let out a wicked smile and said, "Did you not hear my words clearly just now! I said 'snatched'! You were snatched by me from the old man Kumu!"
As he spoke, Ye Ming took a step towards Ye Sen Saegyu.
At this moment, Ye Ming was not exerting any pressure. Yet, the invisible aura he exuded made it difficult for Ye Sen Saegyu to breathe.
"What exactly do you want?"
She held her long saber horizontally in front of her, as if seeking some sense of security from it.
Seeing this, Ye Ming did not stop his advance, continuing to close the distance between them. His face still bore that signature smile.
However, such a smile in Ye Sen Saegyu's eyes was no different from that of a demon.
"Since I snatched you, naturally, I have taken notice of your value!"
Ye Ming appraised her from head to toe, and the distance between them narrowed further.
Looking at his gaze, Ye Sen Saegyu seemed to understand something.
She then closed her eyes, shook her head, and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
The next second!
A flash of saber light cut through the air.
However, the direction of the saber was not towards Ye Ming, but towards Ye Sen Saegyu's own neck.
She chose to take her own life!