Fortunately, that cave was the last bizarre place they encountered. Otherwise, she would definitely have slept herself into a ten-thousand-year-old stone. When she woke, she was already in an inn. Rising with her clothes still on, she discovered that her husband was actually sitting at the table, calmly eating.
“Why didn’t you wake me for the meal?” Su Zhirui asked viciously, then immediately picked up the bowl and chopsticks beside her and dug in.
“I did.” Yi Feng glanced at her and answered.
Meaning, he had called her but failed to wake her. Though somewhat dissatisfied, with such delicious food before her, she did not bother arguing. She merely stuffed her mouth like a wolf devouring its prey and swallowed it all straight down. Once she had eaten and drunk her fill, she half-rolled, half-crawled back to the bed.
“That night was an accident. Please, my lord, do not touch me tonight.” After issuing her warning, Su Zhirui immediately closed her eyes again, as though the person who had carried three bundles and a woman across a single-plank bridge, passed through Black Curtain Cave, and not stopped for even a moment had been her.
Yi Feng arched a brow. Wasn’t she the one who had insisted on clinging to him? He said nothing more, merely took off his outer robe and lay down beside her. The night wind suddenly rose, and someone unconsciously went searching for a source of warmth. Searching and searching, she somehow sparked the flames again. This time, she was not completely asleep. When it hurt, she opened her eyes and looked at the man. When it was hot, she opened her eyes and looked at the man. In the end, even when she let out a low moan, she still opened one eye.
The revolutionary pioneer Mr. Lu Xun once said: if one does not erupt in silence, one will perish in silence. She was not accustomed to perishing, so she could only erupt. After waking, she was once again covered in little red marks. Su Zhirui glared viciously at the man beside her and immediately kicked him, but unexpectedly, the man beside her did not so much as move a strand of hair.
“Why did you touch me again?”
“You are my wife.” Yi Feng still did not turn around, merely replying calmly.
“So?”
“You are to bear my children,” a certain man answered with certainty.
“I’ll make you an idiot first.” With that, Su Zhirui immediately pounced onto the man’s back and, without another word, began biting wildly.
“Have you made enough trouble?” After a moment of silence, Yi Feng curled his lips in disdain and asked.
“You taste pretty good.” Su Zhirui lifted her head and replied.
“You’re courting death.” As it turned out, thanks to a certain woman’s vigorous contribution, a certain man’s entire body had been provoked into unbearable heat. Before she could even draw a full breath, her delicate hands were seized firmly, and what followed was a living, breathing lesson—until a certain someone could no longer get out of bed at all.
“I’m leaving.” Yi Feng rose, putting on his long robe as he spoke again.
“Where to?” Lying limp on the bed, Su Zhirui was still not fully conscious.
“To handle matters.”
“Please do so by ‘rolling.’” Turning over in pain, Su Zhirui answered hatefully. A moment later, she sank into sleep again.
This time, her husband really did roll away—and who knew how far he rolled. He did not return for ten days straight.
Only after waking that day did Su Zhirui learn that, at some unknown point, they had already arrived at the legendary Ruoshui. The place she was staying in was an extremely crude little wooden hut. She had no idea when that man had brought her here. And as for this hut, calling it crude was truly no exaggeration: aside from one bed, a set of table and chairs, a wardrobe, and a small kitchen, there was nothing else. He had not even left her a single grain of rice, only a huge pile of unhusked rice.
And the farming Yi Feng had mentioned was even less of a joke, because apart from a small open patch in front of the door, the wooden hut was surrounded on all sides by farmland. The fields were full of weeds, and the weeds were full of grasshoppers. Farther away were verdant green mountains, with a faint layer of mist lingering all around, dreamlike and ethereal, as though it were an immortal realm.
But right now, what she cared about was not the scenery!
“I must have boarded a pirate ship,” Su Zhirui murmured, looking up at the sky.