Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I put on my most pitiful expression and said, “Who are you? Why are you here stealing my things?”

He flicked his eyes toward his mouth, signaling for me to take out whatever was stuffed in it.

A moment ago, I had been the one who wanted to call for help.

Now, I was afraid he would be the one calling for help.

So I didn’t take it out.

Instead, I went and found a rope.

I had no idea why there was rope in a meditation room, either.

I used it to tie him up even more securely.

My general husband had taught me how.

Back then, it had been one of our little bedroom games.

It could bind a person so tightly they couldn’t break free.

Under his disbelieving, bewildered stare, I wrapped my arms around his upper body and dragged him onto the bed.

Throughout the process, I didn’t make any effort to keep my chest away from him.

His face was already flushed bright red.

I quickly went to lock the doors and windows again.

Then I let down the bed curtains.

I stroked his face and told him very seriously, “I don’t have anything else here. There’s only me.”

I bit my lip shyly. “If you’re going to steal something, then you can only steal me.”

I gently loosened half of my dudou, then started taking off his clothes.

He struggled, but he couldn’t get free.

I explained to him, “Look, you’re a thief. How can you come and steal from a weak woman like me? Shouldn’t you compensate me somehow?”

With sorrow in my voice, I said, “I’ve lost two husbands. No one has brought me joy in a very long time.”

He made two muffled sounds.

He was signaling for me to let him go.

I removed the thing from his mouth.

Then I continued undressing him.

After that, he utterly fell apart in my hands…

His face was crimson.

His eyes looked as if he wanted to kill me.

Then they grew dazed again.

I straddled him.

It was like riding a handsome, wild, magnificent horse, galloping across the grasslands…

Both of us were drenched in sweat.

Some strands of my hair clung to my body. It had been so long since I had felt this thoroughly satisfied.

He was the same.

Even though he looked terribly disheveled.

Like this, he was even more beautiful.

It made me want to torment him all over again.

That night,

when I got tired, I leaned against his chest to rest.

Ah, that broad, magnificent chest!

Once I had recovered a little strength, I climbed up again.

He truly was a mighty man.

Together, we went to the clouds and rain seven times.

I affectionately called him Seven-Times Man.

In the end, we both sank into a deep sleep.

I was supposed to stay at Fahua Temple for three days.

I planned to hide him in the meditation room.

Early the next morning, I was startled awake by a knock at the door.

My maid called from outside, “Madam! There’s a villain in the temple. The abbot is searching with his disciples right now, and they need to inspect your meditation room too.”

I gave a simple, “Oh,” to show that I understood.

When I turned my head, my eyes met Seven-Times Man’s.

I asked, “Are they looking for you?”

After what I had put him through, he was already as still and unruffled as an ancient well.

When he ignored me, I drew circles on his firm, powerful chest. “Then shall I hand you over?”

His breath hitched.

I pouted coquettishly. “As if I could bear to. Of course I was only teasing you.”