My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion

Chapter 1229: Chapter 667: A Good Show to Watch (Double Chapter)

The morning light gently breaks through the window’s lattice, casting a few hazy beams over the messy bed.

Chen Yi was the first to open his eyes, his consciousness gradually clearing.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze lingering on the pillow side.

Min Ning slept deeply, her heroic brows and eyes relaxed in her dreams, showing a rare softness. A strand of jet-black hair lay scattered beside her neck. On the other side, Yin Weiyin was curled up, half-leaning, her cool face buried in the pillow, showing only a small portion of it. Her long lashes cast a faint shadow below her eyes. She slept uneasily, with a slight furrow on her brow, as if she had borne something.

The disordered bedding veiled the lingering traces of last night’s intimacy, with glimpses of skin glowing softly in the morning light.

He couldn’t help but recall,

last night, the two women intertwined, their cheeks flushed with passion, and the lingering sense of satisfaction quietly rose in his heart again.

He nudged against Min Ning’s warm arm,

while his hand naturally slipped under the covers, lightly brushing against the roundness on the other side.

"Mmm..."

Yin Weiyin let out a very light whimper in her sleep, her body instinctively shivering slightly, seemingly avoiding the residual sting of last night’s touch.

The subtle movement suddenly startled her awake, her long eyelashes flaring open dramatically, reflecting initial confusion and a trace of panic as they met Chen Yi’s probing gaze.

She instinctively wanted to pull away or brush off his hand but stopped herself.

Like a startled fawn, her eyes flitted up and down rapidly, her heart leaping to her throat. Last night, she had barely managed to ease their strained relationship with Min Ning’s almost chivalrous mediation. Was this morning going to slide back into icy tension over a mere touch?

She dared not move, remaining in a curled, rigid position, even restraining her breath.

Chen Yi took in her sudden fright, not withdrawing his hand but instead spoke with a touch of morning laziness,

"Had enough of the lesson?"

The question carried a sense of reckoning post-incident. It was meant as a reprimand, yet Yin Weiyin, hearing his familiar tone, surprisingly felt slightly relieved. At least he was willing to ’settle accounts’ rather than the previous coldness.

Lowering her eyes, she softly replied, "Had... had enough, husband, didn’t you know... last night?"

Chen Yi let out a light hum from his nose, seemingly satisfied. Yet the hand resting on her backside delivered a light slap with a punishing intent.

"Ah!"

Yin Weiyin cried out in pain, her body trembling again. The red marks and aching left by the previous night’s stormy lesson were instantly roused, accentuated by that light slap.

Under the bedding, her skin was probably already littered with lingering red marks and imprints from their encounters. Every time she shared a bed with him, she never experienced anything less than tempests.

He showed endless tenderness to Yin Tingxue, nurturing and cherishing. But toward her... he always remained so wanton.

A tinge of bitterness welled in her heart, yet then she thought, perhaps this was why Yin Tingxue in front of her always behaved humbly, never daring to overstep?

With this thought, that bit of grievance was unexpectedly mixed with a subtle, indescribable pride.

Chen Yi caught this subtle change in her expression, silently curving his lips into a faint, inscrutable smile.

Yin Weiyin felt unnerved under his gaze, instinctively retracting her neck. With a touch of appeasing trial, she tentatively called out,

"Husband... last night... was it satisfactory?"

"Satisfactory?" Chen Yi raised his brows, his gaze roaming her body, the smile deepening with more pressure, "Of course, satisfactory." He leaned closer to her ear, lowering his voice,

"In the future, it will continue. And... it will happen frequently. Otherwise, my grievance with you Yin Luanhuang remains... unresolved."

Continue? Frequently?

Thinking of last night’s near bone-crushing storm,

such shame, Yin Weiyin couldn’t bring herself to agree, instinctively protesting,

"You!"

But the moment the words left her lips, seeing his eyes suddenly darken, her courage waned significantly. Yet fearing another intended ’chrysanthemum tea’ session, the unbearable memory of pain made her grit her teeth, quietly saying,

"Since marrying you, I haven’t... had proper use of it..."

Chen Yi, however, disregarded her grievance,

his hand suddenly gripping hard, seizing a voluptuous curve through the thin nightgown with such force that her body was compelled to press close against him.

"Yin Luanhuang, are you bargaining with me now?"

"Heh, who knows? Maybe there are still old scores between us. Best think about it yourself. On your Taihua Mountain... how many traps have you left for me that could trip me one day, hmm?"

The suspicion in his words pierced Yin Weiyin’s heart like sharp swords.

Remembering the many plots of the past, she suddenly found it hard to count...

Even if she instinctively wanted to refute, she didn’t know how to start. Her reflexive rebuttal was stuck in her throat, and all she could do was lower her eyes in confusion, only evading by saying,

"You, you say such things now, I... I can’t refute you."

Chen Yi raised a slight brow at her words, finding them somewhat pleasing yet not pleasing enough.

Gently, he wrapped his arm around Yin Weiyin’s shoulder, smiling as he said,

"And your mischief isn’t enough? Even if not counting you, hasn’t your father also caused much trouble?"

"... I don’t know."

"Don’t know? Then that wanted poster, proclaiming me to be a toad all over the world."

Seeing him seemingly pursuing the matter, Yin Weiyin’s eyes swiftly darted, quickly responding,