Chapter 110: Intense Battle of Passion
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Shang Yan’s breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy. He furrowed his brows tightly as if trying his best to control his emotions.
Qu Xiao noticed his strange behaviour and rushed over with concern. Her cool hand touched Shang Yan’s forehead.
“What’s wrong? Do you feel pain, an itch, anything? Are you feeling any discomfort? Please say something. Don’t keep it to yourself!”
Qu Xiao nervously recalled the prescription, going through its ingredients to determine what was wrong.
Shang Yan’s eyes darkened. His gaze fell on a certain something. It felt like liquid fire coursed through his veins, gathering in the lower half of his body. Soon, an obscene bulge formed. However, Qu Xiao did not notice the change.
Qu Xiao moved closer to Shang Yan. She smelled like milk and honey or sweet apple blossoms beckoning in a gentle breeze. It was a smell that made those inhaling it crazy with the urge to swallow her whole.
“Professor Lei should know what the problem is. I’ll go find him!”
Qu Xiao tried to stand, but Shang Yan grabbed her wrist and stopped her, pulling the frail object of his desire into his lap.
Their bodies were tightly pressed together, and Qu Xiao felt an iron rod pressing against her lower abdomen.
Qu Xiao’s eyes went from surprise to shock. Then, it struck her what the problem was as she recalled the specific ratios of two particular herbs used in the prescription. She covered her face in shame. How could she have overlooked something so simple?!
Shang Yan pried the pair of hands covering her face, his eyes burning with ardour. He murmured in a husky voice, “Are you dissatisfied with my performance? Do you want to help me treat my legs, or do you want to treat other places?”
As he spoke, Shang Yan began rubbing himself against Qu Xiao.
A sensuous atmosphere invaded the room. When Qu Xiao came back to her senses, she found her tattered nightdress scattered on the ground.
Shang Yan held Qu Xiao in his arms. His strong fingers kneaded her body, sending shivers down her spine. Qu Xiao nearly lost herself when Shang Yan leaned forward and kissed her.
Their breaths intertwined.
Qu Xiao pulled back, but Shang Yan gave chase, seizing her lips as he teased and bit her tongue. His hands glided down her form, tickling the contours of her supple skin with his fingertips.
A cry escaped Qu Xiao’s lips, her nose twitching coquettishly. She tried to break free, twisting and turning, but to no avail.
How could he allow her to escape so easily?
Shang Yan was a python. His immense frame twined around Qu Xiao, strangling her in a vice-grip. He was in control. Every nudge, every little twitch – they were all his to mould, his to do as he saw fit.
“Ah!”
Qu Xiao frowned in pain; her eyes screwed shut.
The two of them were immersed in a sea of lust and did not notice anything amiss, that is, Shang Yan’s ability to move his legs.
Shang Yan stared, transfixed by Qu Xiao’s mesmerising beauty. His movements quickened, and it was not long before Qu Xiao turned into putty, ecstasy being the only emotion he could perceive in her.
Shang Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He licked his chapped lips, the fire in his eyes still a raging torrent of heat.
Qu Xiao’s ears were so red that one could almost see steam billowing out of her ears. She wanted to scold the scoundrel for his dastardly actions, but Shang Yan stopped her with a finger on her lips when she tried.
Qu Xiao subconsciously nibbled Shang Yan’s finger, crystal-clear saliva drooling out of her semi-open mouth.
Shang Yan felt his body explode with uncontrollable desire, and the urge to take her there became almost too much to bear. He pressed Qu Xiao’s body against his, their union being a collision of two primal forces.
Qu Xiao surrendered control, going with the flow as water does around an obstacle, allowing Shang Yan to take the lead. A second, more intense wave of pleasure hummed, creating a pleasant buzz that drowned out all her other senses.
Under the warm orange light of the room, Qu Xiao lay on her back with Shang Yan mounted on top of her. He mercilessly took advantage of her prone form, even as she begged for mercy. “Hubby, please stop. I can’t take it anymore…”
Shang Yan was not willing to listen to her. His hands clamped around her slender waist, making it impossible for her to escape.
Screams and moans, pleas and cries, these macabre sounds filled the air in a cacophony of sounds. Qu Xiao almost lost consciousness as Shang Yan had his way with her. Yet, a sudden realisation jolted her back to reality. She stared at Shang Yan and said, “You’re kneeling! Your legs…”
The second half of her sentence disappeared under Shang Yan’s needy demands and turned into a hoarse moan.
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The sun rose, and light spilt into the room, bathing it in a corona of light.
Qu Xiao blinked open tired eyes, feeling like she had been run over by a truck. She struggled to sit up, and as she did so, the thin blanket over her slipped off, revealing a litany of red and purple bruises: a testament to her ordeal.
Shang Yan was a beast; no other descriptor would suffice.
As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she discovered Shang Yan by the door, holding on to the railing as he grappled with his legs’ protests. Though slow, Shang Yan was making progress.
“Be careful…”
Qu Xiao saw that Shang Yan’s legs were weak and hurriedly shouted. She lifted the blanket and ran over, firmly supporting Shang Yan, who was about to fall.
Shang Yan’s forehead was covered in sweat, but the brilliant smile he wore eased the worries weighing on Qu Xiao’s heart.
“Your current appearance makes me want to…”
Qu Xiao followed his gaze and lowered her head. Realising that she was naked, she frowned in annoyance and reprimanded, “Are you still talking about this now?”
“Can you stand now?”
Qu Xiao recalled the scene from last night. Suppressing her excitement, she stared at Shang Yan’s legs, wanting to check his condition.
Shang Yan’s eyes darkened. He shook his head and replied, “Not yet.”
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