My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1349 - 737: Beauty Trap (Double Length)

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There wasn’t much tenderness, nor was there much sympathy, only an entire outpouring.

At first, Yin Weiyin attempted to maintain a thread of clarity, but that weak resistance was soon shattered, like a small boat tossed amidst turbulent waves, only passively enduring the storm’s assault, her fingertips powerlessly clutching the disordered silk quilt beneath her, which still bore an ambiguous scent that didn’t belong to her.

Unaware of how much time had passed, the rain was sparse and the wind fierce.

The wedding chamber returned to silence, with only the sound of two heavy yet unsteady breaths interweaving.

Chen Yi rose, casually draping an outer robe over himself, and glanced at the bed, his gaze complex.

Yin Weiyin lay weakly on the wedding bed, like a flower ravaged by a violent storm, her bones feeling disjointed, especially deep within her, where a relentless ache of soreness and swelling prevailed, leaving her without the strength to lift a finger.

Amidst her blurry consciousness,

she smelled a dense, pervasive, decadent scent, yet within that scent, distinct sources could be discerned—those were the scents of other women.

There was Qin Qingluo’s scent, like one exposed under a scorching sun, carrying the scent of sweat and intense lust; Min Ning’s scent, mixed with ambiguity and a hint of stubborn bitterness; and Lin Wanxiao’s timid, sorrowful fragrance...

These three distinct feminine scents had long saturated the bedding beneath, the surrounding air, and even her own skin, intertwining without words, silently narrating the absurd and delightful events she instigated but did not witness last night on this wedding bed.

As she lay on this bed that bore too many chaotic moments, her thoughts gradually became clear, after brewing some chrysanthemum tea, her gaze turning aggrieved—it couldn’t be denied that he too basked in rare pleasure last night.

Despite this, he still chose to torment her.

Thinking of her running eagerly to him, intending to seize the prize and proclaim her Goddess-like figure, only to be turned around...

Feeling more aggrieved, she turned her gaze to him, Chen Yi noticing her eyes, raised his eyebrows, then gave a pat.

"Ah..."

Yin Weiyin moaned softly and lifted her gaze to meet Chen Yi’s.

"Aggrieved about what, huh?"

Chen Yi asked coldly, knowing that once again, Yin Weiyin was likely orchestrating events from behind the scenes. To have brewed chrysanthemum tea for her on the bed was already him going softhearted.

If this time, she genuinely realized her mistake, then let it end here... Rarely feeling soft towards his Great Yin, Chen Yi reached out slowly, intending to soothe her.

Yin Weiyin shrank slightly at his retort, convinced this person was inherently incompatible with her. Even after becoming a couple, fulfilling the names of the golden boy and jade girl, it still felt far from a good union. Unable to retort, nor admit, ultimately resigning herself, she hugged the quilt tightly, muttering:

"... I gave you the opportunity to entertain three women in one night, yet you don’t thank me..."

Chen Yi, who was about to soften, paused his hand and swiftly changed direction, delivering another smack to a rounded spot.

"Ah!"

The female crown shivered again, quickly cocooning herself in the quilt, Chen Yi coldly laughed watching her, reached out, and tousled her messy hair.

"Yin Weiyin, oh Yin Weiyin, is this your genuine realization of a mistake?"

The female crown widened her autumnal eyes, shrinking slightly, yet ultimately meekly retorting:

"I truly realize my mistake... When have I ever lied to you?"

While speaking, she carefully lifted the hand he just smacked and nestled it to her chest, the Goddess’s tender skin lightly pinching the back of his hand, which Chen Yi quite enjoyed.

This time, there truly was no grave mistake, just as Yin Weiyin said, he had indeed savored a delightful fortune.

Recalling this, Chen Yi’s expression inadvertently softened, which Yin Weiyin keenly caught with her autumn eyes, leading her to softly hum.

Saying she realized her mistake, it seemed it was merely an excuse to torment her, Yin Weiyin thought in her heart, realizing she saw through this mortal’s little schemes instantly.

Thinking further, he clearly had enjoyed the company of three women, thoroughly indulged in pleasure, supposedly satisfied, yet upon awakening, he opted to trouble her.

Yin Weiyin surveyed the joyous decorations in the wedding chamber, gradually understanding something.

Perhaps... without her, Yin Weiyin, it wasn’t complete.

Despite knowing this, he didn’t open up, just as Yin Tingxue noted, he was truly arrogant. With slight resignation, the female crown sighed gently in her heart, this person was the most nostalgic when apart, yet the most vexing upon meeting.

Chen Yi glanced at the female crown, capturing the detail of her gaze transitioning from dark to bright, sinking his heart, flipping his hand, pinching her heart’s center.

Yin Weiyin couldn’t help but tremble slightly in pain, quickly withdrawing her thoughts, looking at him with aggrieved eyes.

"Yin Weiyin, do you really realize your mistake? Do you really think you can hide it from me?"

"I..."

Yin Weiyin hesitated to speak but ultimately dared not continue to argue, fearing any word might anger him further, simply muttered:

"Naturally, I can’t hide it from you."

Chen Yi silently toyed with her heart’s center, the strength in his hand transitioning from heavy to light, fully taking advantage, yet softly.

Yin Weiyin sensed this, pondered for quite a while, then cautiously ventured:

"Husband... is your mood somewhat improved?"

This tone carried a hint of hoarseness and softness after the clouds and rain dissipated.

Certainly, Chen Yi felt better, satiated last night, having just released residual flame and some anger upon her, now feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin, the fury ignited by being schemed upon had indeed dissipated greatly.

But hearing Yin Weiyin’s question, he furrowed his brow, her words veiled, seemingly gauging his limit, his voice slightly deepened: "What do you mean?"




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