Chapter 5, Grasping the Throat of Destiny

Yu Jiang suddenly realized her unusual state and immediately released her—only parting from her tender lips. Watching her gasp for breath, a surge of pity and heartache welled up within him, accompanied by a hint of self-reproach. However, two pink blossoms bloomed on her face, delicate and charming, undeniably adorable.

He held her feet tightly, and no matter how much she struggled, she could not break free

Every time the chief summoned her into the tent, she would drive us out, looking extremely pleased with herself. The girl is still unaware of her power; she knows how to entice the chief, and her cries sound like a bleating sheep, as if she were about to faint. However, the chief never allows her to stay overnight in the tent, always sending her out, which is well-deserved

She secretly grimaced in pain, raised her chin, glared with angry eyes, and shouted furiously, "Can you be a little gentler, damn it?"

Standing before Jonah, she raised her hands high, effortlessly and gracefully swaying her entire body; then, her fingers gently intertwined in her hair, shaking her head... Her delicate fingers lightly touched and caressed her cheeks, slowly moving down along the exquisite curves of her body, arriving at her perky breasts, where she softly, gently, and tenderly stroked.

At this moment, she suddenly realized that the gaze of Ni Ke while dancing—flirtatious, charming, and alluring—was all directed at Chief Yu Jiang. It seems that the chief has just returned triumphantly, and Ni Ke will surely have her wishes fulfilled, hehe

The grassland Hu music of the Warring States period, after an initial phase of chaos and adjustment, tightly grasped the dance steps and rhythm of the dancers, characterized by a high-pitched and tragic tone, as well as a desolate and vigorous quality. In conjunction with this exotic dance, it presents a unique dynamic that is both poignant and rugged, exuberant yet powerful in its charm and appeal

The rapid flow of speech, like a barrage of cannonballs, is resounding and powerful

She was furious, frantically pushing his shoulder, yet he remained unmoved. She twisted her body violently, but his lips still lingered in place, reluctant to part.

As he laughed maniacally, she swiftly drew the exquisite silver dagger from his waist. Although she was utterly astonished, she remained composed; as long as there was an opportunity, she could definitely turn the situation around

Yang Wawa sensed Zhen Er's disdainful tone, feeling slightly puzzled, and calmly replied, "I see, a beautiful beauty!"

The members of the Hanmo tribe were seated on the ground, forming a large circle both inside and out. In the innermost circle, a row of low wooden tables was arranged, upon which various roasted meats, fruits, snacks, dairy products, and alcoholic beverages were displayed; these tables were prepared for the prominent figures within the tribe, who were primarily responsible for the cavalry training and daily management of the tribe

Beneath the great fire lies a snowbound land, frozen for a thousand miles, as cold as an ice bed, rigid as the earth

Yu Jiang also drank it all in one go, with a bold and refreshing demeanor. However, the expression on Yang Wawa's face as he consumed raw flesh and blood was terrifyingly shocking; not only was it shocking, but he also looked incredibly handsome even while drinking fresh blood.

He coldly threw down a sentence, turned his back to her, sat on the wooden bench, and sat up straight.

Her attire was so provocative and bold, with only the key areas not exposed, and she was performing strange dances in front of the crowd, posing and gesturing in the most alluring and enchanting manner. He wished he could kill her immediately to vent his pent-up anger—however, he would never actually kill her; he simply wanted to admire and possess all of her beauty for himself

Upon witnessing the comical antics of Brother Jonah, with his puffed cheeks and glaring eyes, the men burst into hearty laughter, while the women laughed joyfully. Subsequently, they continued to focus on the splendid dance performance.

"Hey, put me down! Put me down!" Yang Wawa shouted sharply, striking his back fiercely.

His large hand gripped her delicate shoulder, trembling slightly, the veins at his wrist seemingly on the verge of bursting, his wild gaze roving and lingering over her smooth body, his voice hoarse and deep as he said, "Do you know what the outcome will be?"

A raised hand, a stomp of the foot, a shake of the waist, a flick of the hip, a twist of the buttocks, a captivating glance, a cold and enchanting smile, a teasing gesture that is both near and far, and an alluring demeanor that is both hidden and revealed, all embodying the utmost charm of seduction and the intoxicating allure of sensuality

The summer temperature difference in the grasslands is significant; the midday heat is unbearable, and the inside of the tent is exceptionally stuffy, akin to being in a sauna. In the evening, a cool breeze sweeps through, bringing a chill to the face, and if one is not careful, one may catch a cold

Her body was stiff—watching the bright red drops of blood seeping from his neck, she was greatly shocked: a man who would disregard his own life for the sake of beauty, such a man is too incredible, and also too terrifying

At this moment, her upper body was only wrapped in a black bandeau, tightly adhering to her skin, revealing her delicate collarbones, outlining her proudly upright breasts, and exposing her flat and firm abdomen. The naturally graceful youthful figure showcased the most primitive beauty and charm, danced with the most passionate and dynamic steps, and displayed the most alluring and captivating demeanor

Is that so? Then let me show you my curiosity! As the words fell, his burning lips and tongue scorched her icy skin, from her cheeks, fragrant lips, jade neck, fragrant shoulders, to her collarbone, all the way down, a surge of anger arose; yet it was no longer the passion and heat of a moment ago, but a cold wildfire spreading uncontrollably

A sudden gust of wind surged in, and she only felt the sharp howling of the wind. In the next moment, she found herself hoisted onto his shoulder. He dashed away swiftly, rapidly evacuating from the bonfire celebration.

A round of applause erupted loudly in the sky above the grassland

In the clear sound of the flute and the melody of the zither, seven beautiful women from the grasslands dance joyfully and passionately. They kick their jade-like legs, sway their arms, spin a few circles, and change formations. Yang Wawa secretly scoffs, admitting that, to be honest, this dance is simply too easy, lacking in both visual appeal and entertainment value. If this were in a nightclub under the Yang Group, such dancers would have been dismissed long ago, but then again, how can one compare? ... Hehe ... If this were in a nightclub under the Yang Group, such dancers would have been dismissed long ago, but then again, how can one compare? ... Hehe ...

The sudden gentleness took him by surprise. He looked at her with suspicion, studying her beautiful eyes that resembled autumn waters, and said harshly, "I am not interested in you, stop rambling, quickly change your clothes!"

In a moment, Yujiang was stunned: during their first meeting, her attire was peculiar; during their second meeting, her method of killing was unusual, the strange black object was remarkable; during their third meeting, her dance was extraordinary, her language was unique. She, as a whole, was extraordinary from the inside out, she was one of a kind, truly unparalleled

Suddenly, she halted all her movements, frozen in place—Yu Jiang stood up abruptly, quickly walked forward, his face taut, his expression cold and sinister, as if he were a zombie draining her very essence, terrifying and horrifying

Gazing at her delicate yet furious expression, meeting her piercing gaze, Zhen'er could not help but shiver, frightened to the point of breaking into a cold sweat, her limbs turning weak. She lowered her head in grievance, mumbling, "The chief said so!"

Yang Wawa turned to the musicians, raising her hand to signal that she was about to begin. The crisp, cool tones of the pipa, the melodious and cheerful notes of the hulusi, and the mournful, low tones of the hujia resonated together; she opened her arms, moving naturally and casually, her waist and hips twisting just right; before long, she quickened her movements, swaying and dancing.

With her eyes slightly squinted, she looked at Jonah teasingly

She saw Jonah and Maisheng sitting at a large rectangular table facing south, and seated there was the chieftain Yujing.

Yu Jiang raised his head slowly and reluctantly, his eyes, filled with desire, gradually cooled, and his face instantly tightened, becoming as hard as iron. Unexpectedly, he threw his head back and laughed wildly, the raucous laughter shaking the tent's ceiling, causing it to rustle.

He raised his head and looked at her with a deep gaze, gritting his teeth and saying, "I will wait, until the day you are willing!"

Gently turning around, facing Yujiang, her delicate jade-like hands continued downward, gliding over her smooth abdomen, with her right thumb hooking the waistband as if to unfasten the button... Lowering her waist, she swayed her hips back and forth, up and down—an exceedingly vulgar and sexual gesture, a most direct sensory provocation

A cold smile surged in his eyes as he said firmly, "I will not allow a fourth time to happen!"

Her touch felt as if she were scratching an itch, a gentle sensation akin to a soft breeze brushing against the face. The body, already drawn taut like a bow, could no longer withstand it. Yu Jiang suddenly felt a surge of wild horses galloping, and he forcefully pulled down the black fabric covering her chest. In an instant, two plump jade-like breasts sprang forth, standing proudly!

He let out a low growl, pulling away from her delicate body, leaning down to take her reddened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling as a baby craves its mother's milk, in a frenzy, excited; like a long-lost lamb finally finding its pen, joyous and fervent

Her beautiful eyes ignited two clusters of flames, instantly spreading to her pale face; yet they emitted a cold light, quietly pressing towards the man above her, and in a tone that could not be colder, she said, "I know you can have me right now. However, I already have a husband, so whether it's once more or less, it makes no difference! If you want it, then please don't bother me, just hurry up and don't play any tricks!"

Poor Jonah, his eyes wide open, his cheeks twitching violently, the Adam's apple in his neck bobbing up and down, continuously swallowing saliva. His honest forehead, with beads of sweat dripping down, winding into a small stream, flowing downward. Meanwhile, his entire body was drenched in cold sweat like rain.

Pushed to the center of the grass by Zhen'er, she found all eyes focused on her, curious, expectant, admiring, disdainful...! The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood, the clusters of flames seemed to wind into her heart, roasting her entire body until it felt hot, while her hands and feet remained cool

Jonah felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, unsure of the reason, and stood in a daze for a moment before angrily tearing off the lightly fragrant shirt and forcefully throwing it to the ground

Undressing completely behind a stranger, then putting on clothes again, she is neither that open nor that foolish

Zhen'er's eyes followed her figure back and forth, making her vision blur; thus, it was suggested that she take a bath. She was overjoyed and soaked in the warm, cool water of the wooden tub for a long time before getting up

Zhen'er claimed to be sent by the chieftain to serve her, and she coldly laughed to herself. Serve? The primary purpose is surely to monitor. What others desire, Yujiang absolutely wants to obtain!

A loud explosion echoed in Yang Wawa's mind: His slave? When did he become his slave? Suddenly recalling the differences between slaves and humans that he had mentioned to him some time ago, it seemed that this time, he was determined to torment himself!

Looking at him, she felt as if she were in the wilderness, with cold winds blowing and a chilling sensation, unconsciously gripping the silver knife tightly

Yu Jiang furrowed his thick black brows, his eyes burning with anger, a glimmer of doubt flashing within them: What the hell? What does this mean? However—judging by her tone, it was certainly not something pleasant. He then said in a heavy voice, "Change your clothes!"

Everyone is so happy, dancing with such enthusiasm, then I shall also present a performance! My servant, how about you dance a piece for the brothers?

The subordinates and the people of Yujiang were all astonished, their mouths agape in disbelief— their respected chieftain would never lose his temper or rage like thunder over a woman, let alone "take away" a certain woman. The abandoned Niko remained seated gracefully, her beauty radiant, with her calm brows and eyes curving into a gentle arc, within which a hint of concealed resentment lingered.

On the evening of the second day, Yang Wawa furrowed her brows slightly, nestled on a low stool, swaying leisurely, occasionally putting fruits into her mouth.

She is gambling, wondering whether he merely wants to possess her body, or if he is tempted by her and has begun to care for her as a person

Anger surged from her heart, and her beautiful, intoxicating face suddenly took on a sinister expression. She jabbed her right index finger forcefully into his chest, saying, "Who do you think you are to me? What gives you the right? Let me tell you, you have no authority to command me! Furthermore, this is my own clothing, and I will wear it however I please; you have no business interfering! You better get out of my sight right now; I do not want to see you!"

A delicate oval face, skin like the clear autumn moon, smooth and refined; enchanting almond-shaped eyes, brows like dark distant mountains, elegant and beautiful; red lips, trembling like fresh flowers swaying, delectable and enticing; a slender figure, moving like a gentle breeze, filled with affection

Seeing the sudden wild expression on his face, she was taken aback, a chilling sense of dread coursing through her; however, desperate times call for desperate measures, and her personality was also domineering and fierce; when her anger reached its peak, her sharp claws would reveal themselves, pouncing upon her enemies

Zhen'er tugged at her arm and lowered her voice, "Did you see that? The one dancing at the front is the dancer Nige!"

At this moment, Jonah stood up, casually tossing a round, dark object, holding a cup of milk wine, facing the chief, and shouted, "Chief, this time we were able to crush the Gas tribe, behead Baloo, and seize many slaves and livestock, all thanks to your bravery and might, as well as the blessings and protection of our ancestors and the heavenly deities. Our Hanmo tribe has finally avenged ourselves and will no longer suffer the bullying and humiliation from the Gas tribe. Come, brothers, let us toast to our brave chief, cheers!"

One hand grasped her delicate and soft waist, pressing closely against his chest; the other hand held the back of her head, and in a swift and overwhelming motion, he captured her soft cherry lips, ravaging and sucking as if in a storm. His entire body trembled, as if he were a young man experiencing the world for the first time, filled with excitement and ecstasy; his blood surged, fierce and unstoppable, joy uncontainable.

Tonight, her stunning beauty, captivating attire, enchanting dance, and alluring gaze all made his blood boil while leaving him in a state of confusion. Thus, he became restless, furious, and masked his true self with dominance and irrationality

Looking at his wolfish expression, a wave of fear surged up her spine, spreading to her limbs and bones. A wise person does not suffer losses in front of them; not knowing how he would react, it was better not to provoke him. She said quickly, "You go out, I will change my clothes"

Yang Wawa struggled desperately, pressing both hands against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but she could not move him in the slightest. Instead, the more she struggled, the closer they became, with not a single gap between them.

Zhen'er stepped forward and helped her put on a light, water-colored brocade cloak, saying cheerfully, "Miss, would you like to prepare a bit? It's getting dark soon, and the bonfire celebration will start shortly!"

"You are very heavy, I can hardly breathe!" She furrowed her brows, trying to speak in a natural tone, not letting him notice anything unusual

Sky blue denim shorts accentuate her rounded and perky backside, revealing her smooth and fair legs; a white casual shirt is worn open at the chest, tied at the waist, with a black bustier underneath, exposing her delicate and slender waist; her long black hair flows naturally, ethereal and lively. From head to toe, she is charming and fragrant, pure yet alluring, sexy with a skin like jade, captivating and with an icy grace.

Yujing noticed her distraction and laxity, swiftly grasping her wrist and pinning her down on the felt bed, his right hand gripping her delicate wrists high above her head, while the fingertips of his left hand gently caressed her lips back and forth

"Shameless! All you do is seduce the chief!" Zhen Er looked at Ni Ke with disdain, her eyes glaring sideways at her, her indignant expression was utterly charming

She cast a glance at the maid Zhen'er standing beside her. When she was awakened by the stifling heat, the first person she saw was this charming girl. The young maid was not tall, with skin that was fair and rosy, a lovely face, and an innocent aura, appearing to be around fifteen or sixteen years old

Yang Wawa sat up, watching him tidy his clothes as he exited the tent, her heart still pounding fiercely, which also flushed her cheeks; recalling his last words, she retorted fiercely: Willing? Hmph! Just wait, that day will never come!

The lead dancer seems quite impressive, although her dance moves are not particularly remarkable. However, her figure is enchanting and graceful, moving with the fluidity of a snake and the softness of water. What stands out the most are her pair of dark, alluring almond-shaped eyes, which seem to entice with a delicate gaze, as if they could draw water. A normal man, upon receiving her sideways glances and subtle gestures, would either be gushing blood from his nose or suffer from severe emotional distress—unable to release his pent-up feelings, feeling quite uncomfortable.

Do you want me to do it myself? His expression had already turned into that of a wild wolf, as if he were about to devour her alive.

Resembling mutton fat white jade, crystal clear and translucent, it can be easily broken with a gentle touch; akin to the milk of sheep and cows, fresh and fragrant, tender and delectable

She sighed with a mix of amusement and helplessness, finding this man's behavior too peculiar. What does it matter to him what she wears? He even forced her to change clothes. Such a domineering man, an incomprehensible man! As she grabbed the water-colored brocade cloak from the bedside and draped it over herself, she cursed him in her heart

Yang Wawa was taken aback, fastened her cloak, and sat on a low stool, "The bonfire celebration? Do I have to go too?"

Yu Jiang's expression was calm, yet his heart surged with turmoil. He said indignantly, "I never expected to be threatened by you three times! Your composure and coolness astonish me!" Beyond surprise, there was more admiration!

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, removed her black cloak, and casually tossed it to the ground, her spontaneous action exuding a striking charisma. Before the crowd stood a woman of peculiar attire, audacious behavior, and an extraordinary appearance.

In a moment of panic, he pulled her up and hurriedly said, "Miss, quickly go up, it is your turn to dance!"

This is much more comfortable now

Turning her head, she caught an unintentional glimpse and found Yu Jiang's gaze piercing through without any obstruction, sharp as an eagle. Startled, she immediately lowered her head and shrank her body, avoiding his searching and probing eyes

Yang Wawa was stunned into rigidity—rolling on the ground was a tangled mass of hair, the head of Baloo

Her objective has been achieved! An even more exciting performance is yet to come

At this moment, she misses the convenient high-tech products of the 21st century, such as air conditioning, cold drinks, water heaters, and toilets. As she thinks about these, her mood plummets to freezing point, and she begins to feel agitated, pacing back and forth in her sleeping quarters, finding fault with this and that, nearly losing her mind

He carefully circled her face, then pushed her tightly closed legs apart with his knee. In this way, she felt a significant reduction in the weight on her body. However, the unfortunate part was that she became even more acutely aware of his smoldering desire, poised to erupt.

The skin shone with a dazzling light, almost blinding to the eyes! Everyone stood like statues, dumbfounded and frozen in place. Yu Jiang was greatly astonished, his cold eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth drooping ever so slightly, forming a subtle arc, as if a hint of anger was faintly rising.

He firmly held onto the back of her head, preventing her from dodging or escaping, kissing her with even more fervor, more intensity, and passion

She gracefully and smoothly transitioned her movements, swaying her slender waist with moderate curvature, advancing slowly towards Jonah

Yang Wawa realized she had returned to her own tent. Suddenly, she flew up into the air and then landed on the felt bed. Her bottom hurt, her back hurt, and she felt pain all over her body, as if she were about to fall apart.

Yang Wawa saw that his patience had reached its limit, but the good show could not just end like this; it had to continue. Even if he could not endure it, he still had to endure!

Yu Jiang was enraged! His bloodshot eyes were as large as those of an ox, roaring with a ferocity akin to a tempest, exuding a brutal and frigid aura. His gaze, as cold as ice, seemed intent on freezing her into a popsicle, rendering her immobile, encased in ice, unable to dance or beguile any longer

"You—You—You" As soon as she spoke, she coughed, unable to utter a complete sentence, her face flushed. She could only beat her hands against his chest, meaning: Let me go!

Suddenly, her gaze darkened, and she swiftly turned her hand, her right hand quietly reaching towards his neck, tightly gripping his throat, cutting off his lifeline

The delicate brows are lightly brushed, pure white like glazed porcelain; the elegant eyebrows are gently furrowed, dark green like solitary smoke; the beautiful eyes flow with charm, veiled in mist like water; the cherry lips exhale fragrance, imbued with the scent of lotus; the jade-like skin is as smooth as cream, the clear complexion as ethereal as frost, resembling the bright moon in the sky, with the wind and dew being gentle and light

Swaying her slender waist and twisting her curvy hips, she unbuttoned her shirt and slowly, gently took it off, both inviting and hesitant, exuding a natural elegance and captivating charm. With a casual toss, it landed perfectly, snugly covering Jonah's head.

She pondered what to do next. Escaping was certain; the key was to seize the favorable opportunity. If it were just her, it would be much simpler, but she could not let go of Kuatian and Xiaxin. She did not know where they were now or if they were safe and sound. And Yujing, that bastard, what exactly did he want? To never leave him and become his slave?

She fell back onto the low stool, feeling as if a pot of fire was roasting her heart; after a while, the anger in her chest finally began to cool slightly. She turned her gaze towards the blue handbag on the felt bed—suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind... She gently curled the corners of her lips, a shadowy cold smile appearing on her face, evoking a sense of chilling winds! Fortunately, this important handbag had always obediently accompanied her, without being lost!

It is truly irresistible! Forget it, I won't tease him anymore; what if he has a congenital heart condition? Then she would become the culprit

Ah, today I have truly witnessed the beauty of the magnificent women of the northern grasslands!

Many people! The flames burn fiercely, soaring into the sky, yet unlike the murderous aura of yesterday, they illuminate every face, revealing expressions filled with joy and celebration. Men and women, old and young, are all dressed in festive attire, radiating brilliance.

Is that so? She was cautiously hiding while listening intently to Zhen'er speaking, feeling unsettled and responding absentmindedly. However, she did manage to understand Zhen'er's meaning—Ni Ke's dual identity: a dancer and the chieftain's bed companion

The applause roared, and the shouts were clamorous

Putting down his wine glass, Yu Jiang waved his hand to signal everyone to sit down. A faint smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of playful coldness flashed in his domineering eyes. "Brothers, you have all worked hard. Tonight, let us enjoy ourselves to the fullest, eat happily, drink heartily, and not return until we are drunk!"

Indeed, it is the characteristic style of ballroom and nightclub dances. In the clarity, there are the lush and vibrant lilies; in the coolness, there is the self-appreciating daffodil; in the brilliance, there are the flamboyant and enchanting pink peaches; in the charm, there is the coy smile of the violet

In response to his surprise, she scoffed and replied coldly, "Thank you!"

Zhen'er tilted her eyes, pouted her water-colored lips, "Hmph! I do not think so! The young lady is the most beautiful I have ever seen, how can Ni compare to the young lady!"

A captivating gaze was fiercely cast towards Yu Jiang. She saw his sharply defined face, tumultuous and unpredictable: in astonishment, it resembled crashing waves against the shore, stirring up a thousand piles of snow; in doubt, it was like the wind stirring the grass, with the moon dimly lighting a solitary lamp; in coldness, it was akin to autumn waters stretching to the sky, with fallen leaves rustling down; in chilling cruelty, it was like snow sealing a thousand miles, with life and death both shrouded in uncertainty

Yang Wawa raised her eyeliner, looking down at him from a high position, "As long as I move slightly, the precious hot blood on your neck will spurt out. Shall we give it a try? Hmm?"

He tugged at his jaw, squinted his eyes slightly, and drained his glass.

"What? You want me to dance?" She sprang up from the low stool, her calm and serene beautiful eyes instantly transformed into a fiery blaze, as if ready to burst forth with flames, tightly locking onto Zhen'er.

The valiant young men on the grassland rose one after another, raising their cups in a hearty toast

On a summer night in the grassland, the starry sky is resplendent, with the stars emitting a diamond-like brilliance. Though they are high above, they remain dazzling. The heat has slightly receded, and the cool breeze is concealed, unlike the rampant cold winds of yesterday.

Silence! A deathly stillness! The distance is very close, four bright eyes staring at each other, unblinking! In the world, the distant wolves are howling mournfully, clearly audible!

Everything is ready, the night has already descended, and Yang Wawa drapes a black cloak over herself as she walks out of the tent with Zhen Er. Before long, they arrive at a vast and level grassy field

She could not help but feel waves of fear in her heart! Raising her eyes to look at Yu Jiang, she saw a hint of a charming smile floating on his face, with a cold and leisurely air of interest凝聚ing at the corners of his eyes

Words as cold and hard as hail struck above her head, causing her to startle in shock. She discovered a shadow standing before her, rigid as steel. Before she could react, her cloak had already been torn to shreds by him

Sitting up, she let out a cold snort, tilting her head slightly, her beautiful eyes glancing sideways with a defiant gaze, staring at him without fear, her expression revealing her unruliness.

His scorching breath sprayed against her face, the heavy sound of his breathing growing increasingly urgent, as his agile tongue sought to pry open her tightly shut soft lips. She clenched her teeth, refusing to relent, feeling a heat surging throughout her body, a wave of warmth violently rushing upwards from her abdomen, instantly spreading throughout her being, consuming all her senses and perceptions

After a night of frantic running, she returned to the cold desert tribe in the morning, with the rosy dawn casting its glow over every corner of the grassland. She had been jolted on the saddle for an entire night; at first, her head felt heavy and excruciatingly painful, her stomach churned violently, almost making her vomit, and her whole body felt as if it were about to fall apart, sore and aching. Gradually, her consciousness became hazy, and she sank into darkness in a daze. When she awoke, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

You did not change your clothes

She turned her head and looked at Zhen'er in surprise. Her clear gaze was as pure as water, devoid of any flattery or deceit, indicating that Zhen'er's praise came from the heart. However, she never considered her appearance to be exceptionally stunning.

He could easily push her hand away, but he deliberately leaned in, gently licking and kissing her fragrant shoulder and side of her neck, completely ignoring the blade pressed against her throat, and paying no attention to the crimson marks already cut into her skin.

As the sentiment deepens, in the open spaces it is like a boat anchored in the wilderness, in the close quarters it is like iron hooves treading on snow, in the low tones it is like dark clouds surging, in the cold and austere it is like a spring flowing through a desolate mountain, in the elegance it is like light and shadow intertwining, in the dynamic it is like war drums resounding in the heavens, and the beauty dances gracefully, even the wind and clouds change their colors!

Where is Niko? On her exquisite face, there is no wind or waves, resembling the tranquil green waters of the Nine Lakes. However, in her apricot-colored eyes, there flickers a wave of suspicion, occasionally revealing a glimmer of resentment.

Yes, the young lady must go, the chief instructed me to convey this to her. The chief said that there will be a dance performance at the celebration, and the young lady is also to perform a dance!

Once again, the sudden laughter came to an abrupt halt—he felt a chill at his throat, and he knew that the blade of a silver knife was pressed against his neck; a slight movement would immediately draw blood. However, he was aware that she would never be able to kill him, not in this lifetime.

Yes, this is it. What he desires is exactly this. From the very first meeting, he developed such a longing for her, a strong longing. However, she is too unique, so remarkably different, that he fears his impulses and recklessness might scare her away—damn it, he hasn't even done anything to her, and yet she has silently slipped away!

She turned her head to the other side, loathing her distraction that gave him an opportunity. The weight of his entire body made her feel suffocated. She twisted her body, wanting to breathe in some fresh air, and suddenly felt his rigidity and heat pressing against her intimate area, causing her to tense up all over, with cold sweat breaking out on her back

You want to watch a good show, huh? Hmph, then I will put on a splendid performance for you!

The most critical aspect is that his kiss has lost the initial teasing and playfulness; although it remains just as domineering, it has transformed into something profound and lingering

She is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and the only one who has profoundly shaken his soul. It is not merely attraction, nor just interest; it is a shock that penetrates to the very marrow.

She widened her eyes and saw him squinting with his dark, bright eyes, an expression of great enjoyment on his face, seemingly filled with a sense of urgency and restlessness... Gradually, she felt her body trembling uncontrollably, her mind dizzy and light, as if an angel were flapping its wings and flying towards heaven...

Yu Jiang, dressed in a crimson purple wide robe, sat cross-legged on a tiger skin mat, exuding an imposing presence and overwhelming authority. At this moment, he was toying with the wine cup in his hand, his expression indifferent, watching the singing and dancing performance in the center of the grass with a half-smile.

Zhen Er sat down at the outermost edge of the circle. Various instruments such as the pipa, hulusi, and hujia played together, their melodies both melodious and soaring, lyrical yet tragic, with a rise and fall that resembled light, shadows, the splendid hues of a rainbow, and the vastness of falling snow, clear and cold... The strong exotic musical atmosphere deeply captivated her

Meeting his probing gaze, her disdain was unmistakable as she said, "You live on the grasslands, there are still many things to be curious about!"

The music ceased, and the dancers gracefully withdrew. Ni Ke walked directly towards the chieftain, swaying her delicate waist in the most enchanting manner. She sat down alluringly, her eyes filled with tender emotions, the corners slightly raised, subtly revealing a captivating charm. With utmost gentleness, she filled a cup with wine for the chieftain and also poured one for herself, lifting it and presenting it to him. Then, Ni Ke slightly parted her fragrant lips and, with a graceful sway, uttered a sentence. With utmost gentleness, she filled a cup with wine for the chieftain and also poured one for herself, lifting it and presenting it to him. Then, Ni Ke slightly parted her fragrant lips and, with a graceful sway, uttered a sentence.

He cannot see through her, yet he knows she is lying. If she were already married, her reaction would certainly not be like this. She is using her intelligence and calm lies to help herself out of trouble. "You are very clever! I am quite curious, who exactly are you? Where do you come from? Why are you so skilled? Why do you have so many strange things?"

A faint, shallow cold smile appeared, and the gaze turned towards the young men of the grasslands and the tribespeople. None of them were not wide-eyed, staring without blinking, as if in a competition; even the slightest blink would mean losing—missing such a unique, splendid, and daring dance. Their bodies were utterly still, as if frozen, rigid as stone sculptures.