All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me-Chapter 502 298: Ji Nanjue Hidden in the Blanket_2

The movements were incredibly smooth; barely any wine spilled from the bowl in Ji Nanjue's hand.
The two pressed tightly together. Ji Nanjue's breath was fragrant; as she exhaled, its sweetness mixed with the subtle perfume from her body, lingering at Su Bei's nose.
"What do you want to do?"
Ji Nanjue's poised demeanor started to falter. Although her purpose was exactly this, she didn't want to lose the upper hand, as if she had come looking for him only because she couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fuck, of course," Su Bei said quite naturally.
The words almost made Ji Nanjue spit out the wine in her mouth. A blush rose on her cheeks as she looked Su Bei up and down.
"Can you even handle it?"
Su Bei feigned indignation, a look of 'I'm more than capable' on his face, and reached out to undo Ji Nanjue's belt, simultaneously lifting the hem of her silk dress.
"You... you're too vulgar."
Ji Nanjue dropped her playful expression, pressing down on Su Bei's large hand, feeling both flustered and shy. Although she had indeed come to him willingly, this was too unromantic, wasn't it?
The wine was right there on the table; couldn't they light a couple of candles first?
"If we don't hurry, what if Lan Bao'er suddenly shows up?" Su Bei countered.
"Wouldn't that be... even more embarrassing?"
Ji Nanjue's phoenix eyes flickered slightly. She knew Su Bei had a point. If she could think of a surprise attack in the middle of the night, surely that woman, Dan Wulan, could too?
Better to strike first!
She bit her thin lip hard, just as she was about to say something, she felt her entire body lifted off the ground. Su Bei had scooped her up in a princess carry and was heading towards the inner part of the room.
"Ji Baoer, be good. Your husband loves you the most."
Ji Nanjue's slender hands clung tightly to Su Bei's neck. She took a deep breath; in the moonlight, her phoenix eyes, indistinct yet captivating, shimmered like pools of autumn water.
"Husband, that promise you mentioned tonight... is it true?"
She knew she cared deeply about this seemingly insubstantial thing.
"It's true." Su Bei's eyes, full of tender affection, gazed at her.
"Even if... even if it's very, very difficult to fulfill?"
"Even if it's very, very difficult to fulfill!"
The moonlight cast shadows that obscured her face, revealing only a smooth chin and the curve of her red lips, which held a relieved smile.
Their clasped fair hands seemed to gleam in the dim light.
「A little while later.」
"Husband... tonight, let's not use that lotus root..."
"How could we not? That makes things twice as effective with half the effort."
"You... no, you can't..."
"It's fine. Be good. This time is no exception."
"..."
***
Dan Wulan lay in her bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
For some reason, the moon was exceptionally bright tonight.
Not until she slightly parted her lips and softly exhaled the word "Husband" did she curl up like a cat, hugging the quilt tightly between her legs, her gaze fixed wistfully on the window.
He will marry me...
There will be a grand wedding known to all the world.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she began to toss and turn restlessly on the bed.
MMM—
Her eyes were so full of shyness they seemed about to overflow with moisture.
Finally, calming down, Dan Wulan reached out to pat her hot, flushed cheeks. She walked to the Bronze Mirror and gazed at her reflection.
Her white hair lay scattered, not deliberately styled, yet it gave her an air of cool detachment and proud aloofness.
Then, I will wear a phoenix crown and ceremonial cape, my face delicately adorned with fine powder, my lips painted a vivid red...
Taking a deep breath, she forcibly suppressed these thoughts.
Then, feeling a little sheepish, she pushed open the window. The surroundings were utterly silent.
Husband... are you asleep?
He probably isn't asleep...
A bold plan surfaced in her mind, but then she hesitated.
I clearly promised that vixen that neither of us would go to him tonight. If I go now, how can I maintain my authority as the main wife?
Her dark brows furrowed for a moment before her feelings finally overcame her reason.
From her storage ring, she took out rouge and powder and began to apply it to her cheeks. No woman is immune to the desire for beauty, especially when she has someone she loves. During the honeymoon phase, she wants to present her most perfect self to him at all times.
This is Peach Blossom Rouge. I wonder if Husband will like its fragrance?
This was a local specialty she had bought back when she was alone in Tao City; this was the first time she was using it.
Finally, when the woman in the Bronze Mirror could not appear any more exquisite, Dan Wulan shed her clothes, slipped into a brand-new silk mesh dudou, draped herself in a purple blouse, and cautiously pushed open her door.
The post station was already silent, not a human voice to be heard. She tiptoed towards Su Bei's room.
She moved silently, cocking an ear to listen for any sounds from the rooms along the way.
The soundproofing in the rooms was poor. Consequently, Dan Wulan's face flushed scarlet with embarrassment for the entire journey, her expression a mixture of curiosity and awkwardness. Her breathing, which she tried to control, hitched inadvertently at times.
「Meanwhile.」
Ji Nanjue, who had been moaning softly, suddenly snapped her eyes open. Cold sweat instantly beaded on her back. She tilted her head back to look up at Su Bei above her.
"Hu... Hu... Hu..."
Su Bei looked at her, puzzled, only to see her covering her mouth and anxiously pointing towards the door.
Su Bei quickly extended his senses to check the aura outside, then winked at Ji Nanjue.
"Lan Bao'er?"
Ji Nanjue nodded hurriedly. The blush on her face had not yet faded as she tried to get up and escape through the window.
If Dan Wulan saw her in this disheveled state, she would probably never be able to hold her head high in front of her again.
But her body was limp and devoid of strength; she instinctively grabbed at the dudou that had fallen to the floor.
The footsteps drew nearer.
Su Bei gently pushed Ji Nanjue back down, leaned over, and whispered close to her ear, "Ji Baoer, if you try to escape through the window now, Lan Bao'er will definitely notice..."
"Just lie here and hide. Your husband will find a way to send her away."
"Got it?"
Ji Nanjue's head was spinning. Without thinking too deeply, she felt that Su Bei's words made sense.
Moreover, she truly had no strength left. A wave of exhaustion washed over her, so she closed her eyes, pulled the quilt over her head, and hid silently behind Su Bei.
CREAK, CREAK—
The footsteps drew closer, and then...
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK—came the soft taps on the door.
Su Bei quickly adjusted his clothes, feigning having just woken from sleep. He yawned and walked towards the door.
"Who is it? Shouldn't you be asleep at this hour?"
CREAK—
The door opened.
Ji Nanjue heard the door open, followed by what sounded like a gust of warm air entering the room.
"Husband... Wulan misses you so much."
Before Su Bei could speak, a graceful figure hurled itself at him, clinging tightly to his waist, her entire body pressing against his.
"Husband, have you missed Wulan?"
Su Bei could see Dan Wulan had clearly taken great care with her makeup. Gazing into her eyes, which were like misty autumn pools shimmering in the gently flickering moonlight, he was momentarily stunned and unconsciously uttered, "I have..."
From under the quilt, Ji Nanjue was aghast. He has?!
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a cold sweat broke out on Su Bei's back.
Damn it! How could I have been so dazed? How could I agree to that? Ji Baoer is still in the room!
Dan Wulan gently closed the door, then her brow furrowed slightly. Her delicate nose twitched as she sniffed the air vigorously.
"What's that strange smell?"
"Did it rain in the middle of the night? This place is so shabby, it must be leaking."
Su Bei coughed. Seeing Dan Wulan about to walk towards where Ji Nanjue was hidden, he quickly reached out, pulled her into his embrace, and nuzzling her cheek, said with a smile, "Lan Bao'er, let's go to your room instead..."
Dan Wulan shot Su Bei a sideways glance. Her usually cool demeanor, now tinged with a hint of coquettishness, was momentarily captivating, exuding an indescribable, myriad charm.
"Since Wulan is already here..."
With a graceful movement of her fair arm, she let the purple blouse slide off her shoulders, pooling in a circle at her ankles.