Chapter 126: Fulfillment (Second Update)

The sky was just beginning to brighten faintly; the distant horizon had already sunk into twilight, and lanterns hung glowing brightly along the corridor. Yet inside the room, everything remained hazy, for there was no time to light any lanterns.

A soft, sharp intake of breath, mingled with the faint creak of the bed, stirred vivid imaginings. Ji Wuqing gently touched his chin—not because she had been bitten hard, but because it added to the intimate pleasure of the moment.

Clothes quietly slipped away, and both were already sweating. His hand lightly embraced her waist, where sweat glistened like a fish leaping from water—slippery and tender.

Xue Blood sat awkwardly on his lower abdomen, one hand bracing against his chest. The touch of skin was burning hot, like boiling water bubbling with warmth. If she still hadn’t realized what was about to happen, she must be quite naive.

Ji Wuqing had already removed the garments beneath her outer robe, casually casting them beneath the bed. The clothes floated down in a suggestive arc, overlapping with her outer robe.

She wore only a simple chest wrap, nestled in his arms, her pale face flushed a startling red.

“Xue’er…” His hand caught her chin as Ji Wuqing turned her over, switching their positions instantly.

His lips approached the blindfold covering her eyes, kissing gently through the white silk. With a soft nibble, he loosened the knot, and as he tugged lightly, her tightly shut eyes were revealed.

“Open your eyes, Xue’er…” His arms rested beside her head, bare and pale, glistening with sweat.

The sudden brightness stung her eyes; she struggled to open them, squinting against the light. The faint illumination brought a sudden clarity. “Are you mad?”

His shoulders were injured, yet both arms supported him now, risking his wounds opening further. Though he had rested on his hands before, this was far more strenuous.

“Who do you think’s mad?” Ji Wuqing smiled mischievously as he leaned closer. “If you were on top, then your husband wouldn’t be able to do anything?”

His chin brushed her cheek, the faint stubble making Xue Blood tilt her head. His long, tousled hair spilled down, shielding their intimate contact.

Under his relentless advances, Xue Blood gradually yielded.

By the end, she had no strength left to worry about the wound on his shoulder.

Outside, the moonlight quietly crept forth, slipping softly to the corner of the window.

Inside, a woman's low moan broke the silence, tinged with restraint, then suddenly silenced as if stifled, before all returned to calm.

Curled up in Ji Wuqing’s arms, she resembled a fully cooked prawn, sweat beading on her forehead.

“Phew!” Ji Wuqing breathed softly, his breath brushing away the stray strands of sweat on her forehead.

He lay on his side, ignoring the bloodstains seeping through the bandages on his shoulder, gently stroking Xue Blood’s back in a soothing gesture.

“Sorry, Xue’er,” he murmured, bending closer to hold her tightly, his voice laced with regret.

He had been reckless; this was not the right moment. But…

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Xue Blood murmured, puzzled by his words.

Could this be the expected response after such an intimate moment?

“Because I made you cry. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen you shed tears.” He tenderly wiped the sweat from her brow, his eyes shining softly in the dark room, his voice gentle and warm.

“That… that was just a natural bodily reaction. I didn’t want to cry…” Xue Blood felt awkward, unsure how to explain, a strange, uneasy feeling lingering.

Hearing this, Ji Wuqing kissed her forehead. “And your husband didn’t mean to take you so hastily… I just lost control for a moment.”

“…” Was he explaining? Or did he think she regretted it?

“I was gravely injured by the Dance Kingdom’s treachery and thought of you in that dire moment. Strange, isn’t it? I both longed for you and wished to keep it from you. But as I survived, when you came to me, I couldn’t hold back.” His lips pressed against her forehead, tinged with a hint of fear.

“Zi Qing, promise me you’ll never hide anything from me again.” She opened her eyes, feeling his breath, faint and fragrant, mingled with the scent of blood.

“That’s unlikely. As I’ve said before, I can only promise not to lie to you.”

“...Alright, I like your honesty.” She smiled to herself, unsure whether to laugh or sigh.

“Does it still hurt?” He noticed her relaxation and asked softly. “Should I have Luo Hua take a look? His medical skill is excellent; he could have you up and about in no time.”

“...” Xue Blood silently refused. This was not a matter for a doctor.

She just wanted to lie down a bit longer, with Ji Wuqing by her side.

But after settling her, Ji Wuqing rose from the bed, shirtless, to light a lantern. Soon the room was brightly illuminated.

Xue Blood lay just a short while before struggling to wrap herself in clothes and sit up on the edge of the bed, weak and in pain.

She squinted against the harsh light, her eyes catching a vague silhouette.

While she was lost in thought, Ji Wuqing replaced the bedding with fresh covers. Though not perfect, these were far better than sweat-drenched sheets.

“Let me see your shoulder wound,” Ji Wuqing said, moving closer to embrace her. She caught his wrist—marked with a hard, calloused scar—and frowned slightly. “Better let Mr. Luo Hua see it.”

“No need to worry. You must rest well, or you won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow.” He lifted her gently onto the newly made bed, his voice teasing.

Though his shoulder was badly injured and bleeding, he seemed unaffected by the pain.

Xue Blood sat up, a hint of displeasure on her face. “Come here quickly!”

Hearing this, Ji Wuqing obediently sat beside her, looking remarkably docile.

The scent of blood grew stronger.

Xue Blood, serious now, urged him to lie down. Her fingers touched his wound lightly, feeling sticky.

“This is the consequence of your lack of restraint,” she scolded, but her face flushed immediately after.

“I can never hold back for you,” the king said confidently.

“...Enough nonsense.”

The bleeding wouldn’t stop easily. She closed her eyes, sat up straight, and silently murmured something.

After a while, her hand gently rested on his shoulder.

Ji Wuqing observed her calmly, feeling a slight numbness and a coolness, but no longer the sharp sting from before.

“Xue’er, I could have stopped the bleeding myself by activating the acupuncture points,” the king said with a hint of innocence after the bleeding ceased.

“...Isn’t that obvious?” She replied. It was already stopped.

“But I’ve been overexerting my inner strength lately; I’m afraid I wouldn’t have found the points accurately.”

“...”

They lay quietly, neither able to sleep.

Ji Wuqing stretched out flat, while Xue Blood nestled against his uninjured shoulder.

“Xue’er, come lie here.” He reached out, guiding her hand to his chest, inviting her to rest upon him.

“No way, it’s too hard,” she objected with some distaste.

“Hmm.” Ji Wuqing seemed a little wounded by the rejection.

Before she could smirk secretly, he turned over and embraced her waist, resting her head against his chest.

“You’re going to strain your shoulder,” Xue Blood said, somewhat exasperated. He must be teasing her on purpose.

She pushed him lightly, then reluctantly rested her head on his chest. The soft rustling of the quilt sounded intimate, making her blush inexplicably as she nestled silently in his arms.

Her body still ached—not unbearably, but in a strange way.

Clutching the quilt, her thoughts drifted.

Her vision seemed to be improving; she could now see vague shapes. That shadow she glimpsed earlier must have been Ji Wuqing, though blurred. Even that indistinct image quickened her heartbeat.

She was greedy now—she didn’t want to see just a vague shadow...

“Xue’er, what are you thinking? About me?” His hand settled possessively on her waist, more protective than overbearing.

“I’m wondering what you look like,” she answered honestly. If only she could see him; he would surely be glad.

She planned to surprise him.

“That’s simple. Your husband’s appearance is exactly the image in your heart,” the king said confidently.

“Heart? You mean it’s bloated? People hide many worries in their hearts, so it’s heavy and weary,” Xue Blood teased him.

“Hmm, but I meant this heart,” he said openly, placing his hand on her chest. “Since there’s barely any flesh here, you can tell how sturdy the heart beneath must be.”

He savored the soft touch in his hand, though small, it captured his heart completely.

“Are you shamelessly being a rogue?” Xue Blood scolded, flustered.

“Rogue?” The king murmured thoughtfully. “I am your husband, not a rogue.”